>Still be Anon
>You’re walking further into the gloomy forest.
>The sun had a far harder time reaching through the thick foliage of leaves here, than back at the outskirts.
>Yet you hadn’t come upon a lake or any other known location to hold water.
>Then again, you could just be walking in circles – being lost and all.
>No, that wasn’t the case – the air had gotten persistently thicker as the trees grew ever more together.
>This was worse than Black Friday.
>The voice of reason told you to turn around and walk away from this part of the forest, even if you’d just end up somewhere else.
>But the voice of plot-progression was having none of that; hence you crept ever so slowly forwards.
>You come across a small opening in the deep heart of the forest, in which a shallow ray of light beams through, touching the ground.
>You stare at it for a few seconds, simply wallowing at how beautiful it is. The tall grass dampening from the heat of the forest emits a small, glistening fog that sparkles through the air.
>It makes you completely oblivious to the sound of water that’s right beneath you.
>Right, beneath you.
>FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-
>You flail your arms around as you once more on this blasted day start to make love to the ground – with your face.
>Spluttering about in the water for a few seconds, you manage to get your head up above the surface again –realizing that the small opening is in fact a micro island, with a mid-waist deep moat around it.
>That explains the damp.
>You get yourself up from the moat. Your entire waistline is completely and utterly drenched – it doesn’t help that the wind gushes through, cutting right into your bones.
>You didn’t even care at this point; nothing could get worse than it was right now, could it?
>You pinch the bridge of your nose as you start to take the Tankard off your back, and hold it down into the moat.
>You sit like that for a minute or so, before you groan heartedly as you lift the water-container up, grunting as you deposit the now even heavier container on your back.
>Alright, Quest complete!
>Reward:  100 EXP
>!
>Quest accepted:  Get the fuck back to yo’ crib.
>You look around with squinting eyes, you don’t really know how long you’ve been in here.
>The light is almost dried out at this point, it couldn’t be long before the stars would start to shine.
>It couldn’t be long before the hunters started to search for prey.
>While you found yourself bigger than p0nies, you were rather confident that something in this forest would be far bigger than you could handle.
>You jump over the moat and walk through the same thick part of the forest as you came in from.
>You put your finger in your mouth and raise it in the air – deciding to simply follow after the winds course.
>After all, if anyp0ny saw you (God damnit, Alicorn-thing) – you could always hide in the forest. They’d probably just think that they saw something else.
>soon enough though, as you started to wade in the darkness, the feeling of being watched returned imminently – Only this time it felt stronger than before.
>For reasons unknown, the paranoia gets to you – you start to walk faster, going into a light jog.
>The tankard squelches quietly behind you.  The water was totally doing that on purpose.
>Still feeling the sense of impending doom, you start to pick up the pace again, 'keep on going with the winds current' you tell yourself.
>Suddenly, the sound of snickering fills your eardrums. Making you stop dead in your tracks, as you try to locate the sound and possible danger as quickly as possible.
‘keekeekeekeekeekeekeekee’
>You turn your head around so fast that you get slightly dizzy.
>you are not a clever man.
>‘Come out and face me!’ you yell to your unbeknown stalker – If you had to become something’s meal, you wanted to at least look it in the eye - before you’d wail your eyes out like a wimp.
>Silence echoes in your mind, yet your brain has never worked so fast before. It feels as if any sudden movement would end your life right then and there.
>Then suddenly, a husked voice whispers.
‘With Pleasure!’
>The sound came from above you! But as you look up, you see nothing but sand.
>and then, you see nothing but darkness.
>
>You are anon, you are awake again.
>Your head feels like a mashed melon, though. As if something heavy had landed on your head, knocked you unconscious and dragged you to its den.
>You look around. You’re in a cave.
>Well, that was surprisingly spot on, now wasn’t it?
>You try to raise yourself up, but you find that your legs are bound tightly together with vines from the trees outside.
>Well, at least your hands are free; maybe the one who held you captive understood the hand sign of peace? 
>thinking that plan through, you would really rather die than try to communicate with a beast by posing to it. This wasn’t comic con.
>You start to hear the echoing steps of hooves sound throughout the cave, setting your jimmies to endless rustle-mode.
>It felt like you were in some sort of horror movie, except this time you couldn’t just hide underneath a pillow if it got too scary.
>Also, you don’t remember any horror movie in which a pony was the killer.
>From the corner of the cage, you spot your current protagonist that causes those dreadful echoes. 
>As the shadowy figure moves forward, you start to take the sight in with your eyes. Before you stand a Pony, not much taller than the few you saw on your way to the royal protégé’s castle. She had a simple sand-shaded coat of fur, with a slightly darker hue of brown to coat her mane (the puns intensifies.) It was kept at a medium length, and slightly fuzzy – It was probably not her main concern of the day to look smashing. On her sides, she had a leathery pair of wings in the same color as her mane – While the wingspan didn’t seem overly impressive, it would be more than enough for her to set off and fly.
>Yet the thing that caught your attention the most was her eyes. Those were not the big, round eyes of a pony whom only wanted to have her mane kempt.
>No, this was the quartz colored eyes of a predator.
>You gulped. She snickered.
End Chapter 2