Ride the pony
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Revision as of 20:35, 12 January 2012
You give a shout of glee. While you are the most powerful magician in the kingdom, you rarely get transformation spells right. Once you wanted to turn a rude jester into a pumpkin but, because your speech was slurred from drinking too much nutmeg ale, he turned into a wild boar instead. Your bum still bears scars from where the jester-boar's tusk hit you from anger.
You feel fully awake, exhilarated at the success of your magic. Without much thought of poor Dexter's fate, you decide to have fun. The pony is roughly three feet high, you can ride him and gallop through the wide halls of the castle down to the kitchen for breakfast.
It's a stout pony so there's no need for a saddle, you think. You can brace its chubby neck. Standing on the corner of your lavish high bed, you jump on the pony's back.
You stroke its hair. Why, the chef makes quite a loveable pet! you utter the thought out loud.
You're about to tell the poor beast where to go so you can have a fun joyride but, before you can say anything, the pony suddenly lurches forward with its short but strong legs. You yell for him to slow down but he's already running past your bedroom door, down the massive hall, swiftly down the huge stairs that leads to the castle's main foyer and out the iron front door.
You grab on to the pony's hair. This time you shout for him to stop. The pony ignores you. He is quicker than any of the king's thoroughbred horses! You can almost swear the pony is flying. You want to wave your magic wand but the panic inside you and the swiftness of the little horse don't allow you to recall any spells.
The pony runs across the castle's main grounds. He's heading for the woods just outside the palace. The dark woods! You hold on tighter. You suddenly see the Well of Omanduch, a deep well built by the king's ancestors from three hundred years ago. It stands on the edge of the forest.
Before you can ask any questions or plead, the pony jumps into the huge well. You fall for what seems like hours but you know it's just a matter of seconds. You pray your screaming alerted the guards so you can be rescued.
Suddenly, you and the pony land on something beneath the wall. It feels incredibly soft.
I'm alive!. Your loud voice is filled with relief and gladness. You chant a spell for light and immediately your wand glows with the light of a full moon. It lights up a huge area, an area the size of the castle's ostentatious garden, if not bigger.
You are in what appears to be a field of pink cotton. Several feet away stands a small yellow hut, a soft light burns inside it. The pony makes a snorting sound. You shake your head in disbelief. Nobody living in the kingdom has ever been down here!
You ask the pony incredulously, What is this world? Where did you take me, Dexter?
What do you do?
