I've dedicated this post to someone.

The year is 2045. Society has made great technological advances since our time, like cd packaging that can be opened easily and cell phones that actually work as telephones. Life seemed great for the world of the future. However, our society was missing something that suddenly appeared one day: a unicorn and a pony.

Rosaura the Pony and Gertrudis the Unicorn came to this time by using a time machine from the past. Their trainers Faris and Expression had made the time machine because they thought that saddles would be cheaper to buy in the future, and that it would be a good financial move to buy horse supplies in this way. Unfortunately for them, Rosaura and Gertrudis dissapeared into the machine and they had no idea where they had gone off to.

Rosaura and Gertrudis found the land to be fascinating, even scary. After observing their surroundings, the noticed a light bulb lying on the ground.

The light bulb was small, but noticable. It looked like it had not been used for a long time. Observing the bulb, the elegant curves of it seemed to tell a story of its former owner, Kwarf. Kwarf lived in a village not unlike a vast and impressive looking forest. The forest was dark, almost secretive, and often left villagers feeling confused of why they looked into real estate there. Because the forest was so dark, light bulbs such as this one were a great help for villagers. Kwarf particularly liked the bulb that he had; for him it seemed to be brighter than any other bulb he had ever seen. Its light symbolized hope and life for him, and now as Rosaura and Gertrudis stared at the bulb it seemed empty without its light. Then a battle happened.

The orcs and flying martians all came at Rosaura and Gertrudis at once. They tried to run around the enemies to make them dizzy, but it didn't work because of their flawless balance. Seeing how many orcs and martians there were in this potential forty-five minute battle, they had only once choice. Their only hope was to run away as fast as they can in a gracious manner. Gertrudis' horn seemed to turn red as they galloped, perhaps as a light of courage and hidden pony power to guide their way to safety. They ran and ran without looking back and not caring where they went, so long as they could find somewhere to rest out of danger's way.

Will our heroes find somewhere safe to frolic aimlessly? Find out next time on Horses of the Future!