Apple Bloom jerked awake to the smell of flowers and tree sap filling her nose. Her heart was racing inside her chest. Instead of a soft bed beneath her, blades of grass scratched at her sides, and when she opened her bleary eyes, the familiar walls of her room were nowhere to be seen.
Wh-where am I? she wondered, climbing to her hooves.
A tendril of wind wrapped itself around the filly’s crimson mane, her pink bow swaying dangerously. Steadying it with her hoof, she glanced around, trying to get her bearings.
Alright, she thought to herself. Looks like I’m in a forest of some sort, though it clearly was not the Everfree Forest. Instead of teeming with life, the trees here towered above her like lifeless statues. There were no vibrant colors, or small creatures scampering in the undergrowth. The whole place just felt desolate.
“Okay Apple Bloom, how’d ya end up in a deep, dark, and particularly freaky looking forest?” she asked herself