Neo Miles opened his eyes, wincing in the light. It was a bright sunny day, but where was he?  
He squinted as the blurred colours merged together, clarifying; it was then he realised he was on wooden planks.
 
At first, he thought he woke up on a boat, but as he looked about he realised it was some kind of pier. He leant over in an attempt to stand, but sorta just flopped. He glanced down at his hooves. He was bound tightly with rope, both front and hind legs, this was not good. He felt a slight twinge of fear as he began brainstorming his predicament. As soon as he thought things couldn’t get worse, he noticed the rope was wrapped around a huge concrete block. He gasped, and at that moment, an unfamiliar figure loomed above him.
 
“Who are you? Where am I? Can you help me?” Neo said in a shaky tone. “I just woke up here and-”  
The mystery stallion stepped forward and placed his hind leg on the concrete block. He gave Neo a menacing smile and with a shove, he kicked the block into the water.
 
Neo gasped; his wings shot up in sheer fright.
 
With the weight of the block tied to his hind legs, it swiftly spun him around, dragging him. Neo only had time to let out a small yell and with that, he was tugged over the edge of the pier.
 
It pulled him down, deeper and deeper. It seemed endless. Neo held the small amount of air which he managed to gasp before his descent, but it wasn’t enough. His face reddened. He struggled and struggled to loosen the rope but nothing would shift. With this, he grew more frantic, his lust for oxygen at its peak. He shook and shook and his goggles loosened, but not the ropes. He panicked. He could feel his chest tightening. He became dizzy and disoriented. He couldn’t hold on much longer and as hard as he tried to refrain; his mouth burst open, gasping in litres of water, filling his lungs. This was it.
 
Neo’s eyes began to close, darkness came over him like a blackened veil.
 
The underwater current swayed his limp body. He lay below the waters, lifeless. It was the end.