Looking at the tree, you notice the sign of a book. Hopefully that’s the library. Going down the incline to get back into sprinting speed, you shoot straight toward the supposed haven. Knees weak, arms are heavy, the soreness in your ribs is gone, and your vision is starting to get weird. The few ponies you run past becomes blurs of technicolor. Pushed past the exhausted phase and running on fumes and adrenaline, the soles of your feet can’t even feel the impact of the ground as the only thing going in your mind is what would happen if you stopped.
 
The door is open, but you close it as soon as you’re through. Back pressed against it, you try to shift out of the gear of… terror. You hardly know yourself, how do you plan to answer them? Noticing green and purple shapes, it’s Twilight and… a komodo lizard thing. Next thing you know, there’s pounding at the door alongside yelling. You can see their faces pressed against the glass windows… you’d hurl if there was anything in your stomach.
 
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