“Fucking hell.” Atlas cursed, his ghostly arms bursting out of his chest.  The courser giggled manically, the sounds of it’s bones cracking and creaking as it moved around the room, “Oh lookie here - a magical courser! This will be fun!”  It rushed head first into the group, an decomposed eyeball swinging about as it did so. Cassius and Sasha formed a quick barrier with their bodies, protecting the youngers, whilst Atlas’ arms extended towards the grotesque courser...

Four musketeers sauntered across the grass. These four musketeers consisted of a gentleman, a warrior, an inconsiderate teenager, and a horse that resembled a fluffy bunny - what an odd mix.  The gentleman, Cassius, lead the way, small branches snapping under his large hooves.  Sasha, the warrior, and Atlas, the teenager, followed, Sasha keeping a close eye on the mischevious boy.  And the silly bunny looking thing trailed behind in a world of their own, pulling...

Sand crunching, Somebody is waiting.   Shadows hunching,  Somebody is lurking.    Look above little pony,  You aren’t alone.  Oh they’re so bony,  Cheering you on.    What could they be? I don’t know. Look, a key,  We need to get it!     Here comes the fog, Here comes the grumble.  Like a wild dog,  It bares it’s teeth.   Readying...