Post by tahlise on Feb 13, 2007 18:02:59 GMT -5
A little ways from the harbor, a pony took a much needed breath. The waves crashed on the sand and the gulls called overhead. The salty taste of the sea permeated her senses as she opened her eyes. She was lying in the sand, touched now and then by the cold surf. Her vision was blurry at best. She decided to try to get up but found that difficult. She was so tired, still had to get up. What if those mers found her? They’d drag her to a watery grave! That got her up. She pushed herself to her hooves feeling soggy, sandy, and cold. As a chill shook her, she shook the sand out of her lilac mane and tail. And with very little strength left, she pushed her way away from the beach toward this island she was now on.
