Pixellated Dreams

Hope was something that Pixel was definitely low on. Her hooves felt heavier with each step she took, and the adrenaline in her veins that was keeping her going was running low. There was a strange feel to this place, beyond anything she had ever felt before. Magic abounded, though she didn't know it yet. Before stepping through the portal, she had never known anything about magic.

A voice calling to her finally stopped her, and a part of her was thankful to not have to keep up the mid-speed she had been at. It hadn't been a proper gait, really, which was not at all comfortable to continue doing. Perhaps the voice would be able to help her figure out where she was...and where she was supposed to go to get out of this creepy place.

Turning just as the voice said that she had something for Pixel, the white mare's heart about stopped. The owner of the voice was unlike any equine she had ever seen before. Wings, horns...she seemed to glow.

Her eyes widened a bit, and she took a hasty step back.

"Wh-who are you?" She questioned.