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"No... Not again!" Spike cried out.

A giant green hand came down from the sky and out between the clouds. The clouds pushed aside as it suddenly appeared and came after or little dragon friend, who was gunned. However, he did not come far as the green pinger tips pinched this tail in a tight grip.

He tried struggling against it at first but he quickly gains altitude. Up in the clouds, he didn't longer fight it but accepted his fate.

He decided to take in the vast landscape of the land of page fourteen. It was so close to Ponyville. Suger cube's corner's baked goods' could practically be smelled by him from here. It was a pleasant smell along with the aroma of flowers. Gardens littered with colorful flowers were everywhere on page fourteen, along with perfect sunny weather and picturesque houses and friendly rural communities. The townsponies always offered him food and a place to stay for the night. The food was accepted and appreciated but when he was this close to getting to page fifteen he could not rest.

Even if he never reached his home this place was still nice to visit. However, he was seldom here and when he was, he wasn't here for long.

He was pulled after the hand as it disappeared into a pool of black mud with no depth. It felt cold to the touch when he was dragged into it, yet that feeling washed over quickly since he soon appeared on the other side, page one.

The hand released its grip of his tail over the usual grey boulder that he was placed on every time he was, that these creatures called it anyway, bumped.

As the green hand disappeared after the deed was done, as usual, he thought about unpacking the lunch pack he had on the end of the stick he has over his shoulder. The lunch had been made by the townsponies on the page he just left but then he thought against it. He didn't want to ruin the food by eating it here where a freezing downpour could come out of nowhere.

Speaking of which. A crackle and the world around him appeared whiter for a millisecond before it went back to being overcast and grey. Grey like the sand here that was now turning darker as it was dampened by water. After the initial lightning had a stroke the downpour had come as expected.

He found the specific crack in the boulder he stood on, which he was looking for. It works as a reference point in this wasteland of nothingness. However, this land wasn't but nothingness. It had a road out of here that lead to the next page and that was where the crack, sort of, pointed at. Following its direction, he found the mountain range silhouettes in the horizon almost hidden by the grey sand dunes.

He sighed and let his body go limp for a moment before he gave the mountains in the distance a determined glare.

He stepped off the boulder and began his journey.

Once I get to page fifteen, I will be free, he thought.