Meadow

Fire licked at the back of his legs as he ran. He didn't mind the feeling of his skin burn or the fact that his tail was being singed off. His only focus was on escaping the valley and saving what he could of his herd. Unfortunately, the mare wouldn't listen. They scattered like terrified roaches, getting trapped by the fiery trees and engulfing themselves into hell. Some even lead their foals into danger unknowingly. Within a short period, he was left alone and the family he had obtained were gone.

He couldn't look back at who was left because he would be gone himself if he faltered. He plunges into the sea with haste and a quickness one would have fleeing for their life. Smoke filled lungs make it difficult to keep going, but he does. He swims for hours, resting by floating on the sea and dragging his body on large jagged rocks. He didn't think he would make it to land until the horizon showed him the promise of new life. He saw a large island in the distance.

He took a second wind to get there, but he made it. The steel grey stallion drags what was left of himself on the shore. A sigh of relief leaves his lips, but his eyes are too heavy to look the place over. The once-mighty grey stallion was soon asleep on the beach, the waves rolling over his backend like a wet blanket. Salt licks at the burns on the back of his legs as he sleeps, slowly starting the healing process. His once medium lengthed tail was burnt short, the ends damaged, but thankfully life remains in the beast.