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Lucid shivered, he could have sworn it was warmer last night; and the night before that definitely was warmer than this night; or was it... 1 night... or.... 3 nights? Lucid lost track of time at this point, he needed a watch. Lucid turned to frost. "Sorry, its just that its the only light besides the fire." Lucid knew Frost before the endless night began. He saw Frost as his best friend, one of his only friends. Lucid heard about the insane murders, and the dissapearances. It was a comfert to know somepony sane watched his back. He had grown extremely skiddish since he had heard the rumors of killer ponies. Killer ponies, ponies that didn't mind the fact they we're ending lives. He was more afraid than ever, but he bottled his fear up as it grew. The scariest thing to him, was the fact that he hadn't even seen these ponies, so his imagination created horrific images of them. Every hour the images got worse and worse. Some part of him said they we're probably just rumors, the other part battled his common sense and Lucid was stuck between this crossfire in uncanny valley. ((since everyone is split up i will describe everyone's findings soon))

Link to OOC thread: http://mlpforums.com/topic/104021-eternal-night/ The moon came up one night... and it never came down. Equestria was plunged into an eternal night. Canterlot just disappeared on that night. In its place was a crater. Eerie lights surround where the castle used to be, anyone who has went to investigate these odd lights has disappeared as well. It's been a week, and the moon stays the way it was; it remains full, and is now like the new sun, the only light left. Some ponies took pleasure in this eternal night, partying, until they realized how terrible things would become. Trees and plants are dying, crops are failing, hour by hour it gets a little colder. Ponies have scattered, and some have gone insane; some have became evil; many have even died. But not everything became evil, some ponies want to become heroes and fight for good, others... just want to survive. Lucid could not look down. He laid on the ground and stared up into space. The night was cloudless. and the moon was locked in eternal limbo. Thankfully, the moon was full and there was some light; enough light to see.

Lucid was about to break from pressure and say "Oh fine! You only live once, Celestia needs our help!" When he heard what the mare had just said. He had no time to get to know the ponies he just met, but now he knew they where pure of heart. He looked at the cave entrance and began charging his horn. He needed to do his best to protect himself and his new companions. Excitement, adrenaline, fear and determination filling him.

Lucid looked over to Clayton, "Plan? For what?" he said. He hoped that this didn't mean new trouble right after he just ran away from bandits. He looked over to Frost who was walking toward him. "Umm... Hi," he said to the white unicorn. He eyed him over then looked away.

@, He turned to this new pony that was addressing them. Lucid jumped as he saw the unicorn approach him, "O-oh, my name is Lucid Dream. I mean no harm," he said . @, He turned to Clayton as he saw that he knew this pony that first addressed both of them. He felt a little more safe. As he turned and looked around he saw that now there were many new ponies. He didn't know how to feel about this, but he straightened up and eyed them all.

Lucid was offended that somepony would even think that he was a Changeling. "Me?" he replied, "I am most certainly not a scum-of-Equestria Changeling." "Well, at least we know he probably must be against Changelings based on the tone he asked me... And if he didnt attack us we could be safe," he thought to himself. He looked over to Clayton, noticed that the unicorn looked as if he knew this pony calling him. He didn't know if this was good news or bad news.

"How long where we running!" Lucid thought to himself. He looked inside the cave and frowned. A white pony was inside, he could barely make it out. Lucid's horn lit up, ready to shield, "Come on Clayton... It could be a trap, best idea is to run," he began to back up. He didnt want a fight, not with this odd cave dweller or the ponies that we're chasing him earlier. It seemed cowardly to even him, but a fight would waste precious recources and time; and to Lucid, it was just better to play it safe.

Lucd started to follow, looking back every few steps. He whispered, "We should find someplace to hide now." Adrenaline kept flowing through his head, he forgot about water, the more the 2 hooded ponies followed the more suspicious he got and the faster he galloped. He kept looking back every once in a while.

Lucid kept walking with Clayton; looking around untill he saw 2 figures, 2 cloaked figures. His eyes widened again and he started to step away from where they were heading. "Dont look now, but somepony is following us," he said quietly. He began to feel the same dread of pain he felt earlier and adrenaline started to fill up along with the dread. Lucid started to feel his horn glow lightly.

Lucid looked at the map and got up. "Alright, then there's no time to lose," he said and followed. He looked around the desert as he followed the train tracks. Once again, he dreaded an attack, and kept his mind ready for a fast shield. The water had completely revived him and he was ready for more travel.

Lucid picked it up and wrapped it before placing it in his saddle bags. "You lead the way," he said as he waited for him to tell the right direction to go. "Incredible, he must have been really close to go and risk his life for a friend that he doesn't even know is still alive. I shouldn't ask too many questions about how they know each other, though," he told himself in the secrecy of his mind.

Lucid nodded, "I see, I guess we better get a move on; we want to get out of this desert as fast as we can." The blue unicorn looked over at the cave entrance and got up, grabbing his saddle bags. He passed Clayton one of his old apple pies he found. "It doesn't taste good, but it's packed with enough preservatives that it wont make you sick. We need to eat something before we get moving."

Lucid sighed; he knew that there would be a catch. But on the bright side, it was simple as helping out somepony out finding a friend. Especially if that pony he was helping provided water. He knew he didn't have to but it seemed only fair. "Well okay, you helped me greatly. I see no problem helping you. But before we go, I better tell you that ponyville and everfree is a very dangerous place right now," he said.

Lucid looked up, "Oh, Lucid, Lucid Dream. Thats my name. Now I apologize for asking but how did you find me?" Lucid stopped thinking about shield spells untill he remembered the dead eyeless pony he saw earlier. Growing a tad bit suspicious again he asked "I-is there something you want from me?"

Lucid looked over and his eyes widened as he saw the canteen. "Oh..." his hoofs lowered and he put them to his mouth. He picked up the canteen and drank, taking one gulp down. Everything around him became clear and his vision grew sharp again. His senses returned. "Clayton? Oh well thank you," Lucid stood up. He gave him water, to Lucid that meant he most likely be trusted to some degree.

@, Lucid woke as he looked outside, he saw the blue night sky start to get brighter. Night was ending, heat was returning to the desert. Lucid turned and jumped; seeing a orange-red pony in the cave. Immediately he put his hoofs up and was secretly planning on putting up a shield if needed. "Even if I do make a shield, I'm at his mercy. I'm low on energy and can barely survive," he thought.

Night approached as Lucid began looking for wood. If he could find a cave out in the desert he could hide and start a fire; but there still was no water. He hadn't drank all day and soon he would die with no water. Going back to one of the old towns like Applolossa was out of the question. Bandits would await hapless travelers like him. He found a little cave under a rock formation. It was small but it would do. He took a log and levetated a little stick. Within 30 minutes a smal ember was burning which grew into a little campfire. He lay down and whispered to himself, "No water, oh please, I just need a sip..." After a little, Lucid drifted to a dreamless sleep.

As Lucid sat in what he thought was a box car he felt his energy slowly dissipate from his his body. He held his head. Sun. Even if the box car shaded him a bit he could feel the outside world's heat take toll on his brain, giving him a nauseating ache in his head. "What happened to this world?" he thought. He thought of what Equestria used to be. It hurt him to think it took 4 princesses and some artifacts that he never knew much about to make Equestria the utopia the world it was. As he looked out to the desolate wasteland of the desert, he saw waves drifting along the sand. Making him think of that wonderful feeling of water. "It's too hot. I will die if I don't find water," he thought. "And I might die if I step a hoof out of here... Or maybe somepony will find me in here and do whatever they can to kill me." He closed his eyes. No matter what he would do the dread would never end. Wherever he went there would only be uncertainty. All he knew was that the 4 princesses where gone, and for some reason anarchy ruled now. "Great job protecting us Celestia and Luna!" He had a little food left; 3 old and disgusting pies. But food was not what he wanted. Water, water, water. The only thought that he could think of. He sat there for some time. Time. To him time didn't exist anymore, it washed away with the rest of the sanity that used to occupy Equestria. He sat looking at the door leading outside, knowing that he would eventually need to leave the seemingly safe box car. After an hour that seemed to last a minute he slowly got up and walked out. He started to walk in the direction that looked the clearest. The desert near dodge juntion was full of dangers, more than it used to have. As he walked across the desert, he saw a black little figure, as he approached it he stepped back. It was a black stallion. He had no eyes left. He was dead and rotting. Lucid stared, noticing he had carried what must have been a gardening tool. He shut his eyes and started to walk from the body, focusing on the direction he was heading too; trying not to think how it would feel if somepony or something scrapped his eyes out. It almost felt like they already were.

20 questions? rock paper sciccors? Dang, being in a locked room is boring