As soon as I walked in the cavern, I felt a blow of cold air.

All the cave was rock-made, and my hooves tapped on the ground. 

I watched around, trying to figure what the light I saw was. The darkness, after few meters, was almost absolute, and I couldn't see anything.

Ignoring the crates, walking dodgy, I tried to follow the light, stumbling often on small rocks and stalagmites.

Finally, I reached the source of the mysterious light.

And it was a simple, rustic torch.

 - What? A torch? There must be somepony here! - 

I analyzed the torch carefully, knowing that this was the proof that somepony other lived in the darned cursed land.

Apparently, the stick that formed the body of the torch was set on fire, but with a more accurate inspection you could notice that wasn't the stick that was set on fire, but that was a little blob of what's apparently was jelly to be set on fire.

I picked the torch with teeth, using it for enlighten my way, and the turned back and gave a look to the crates.

I tried to watch in them, but the nozzle was too close. So, I broke one of them with my hoof.

Between the shards of the crate I found some little bronze coins, a couple of torches and some pieces of leather.

Thinking that I could use the leather for make a bag (I really couldn't continue to don't have something for bring with me tools and goods), I broke all the three crates left.

*

Trotting back to the cottage, I thought that I would explore the cave when I was better equipped.

Actually, I haven't even a bag or somewhat for storage.

Panting a little bit for the effort of bring all the loot I found, I dropped all on my home's floor.

I found: five torches, two mushrooms (of the same type of the other that I found), a strage phial filled with a strange green and fluorescent fluid, ten bronze coins and one of what apparently seemed silver, a mysterious book with a strange pen and some pieces of leather.

I storaged all in the right chests (I put the phial with the food, don't knowing what it was but just that it was drinkable), and then I opened the book and started to read.

The book contained magic recipes, and some informations about monsters and about what they dropped.

It contained also food informations, plant properties and some useful hints on how to make things.

Apparently, I wasted a lot of useful gel (the book called so the jelly that formed slimes) that was perfect for make eternal and idro-repellent torches. Now i knew a lot of types of food and good recipes for it.

Oh Celestia! (Yes, I continued to say it, but I really hadn't idea of who was Celestia, or even Luna. I just liked it like exclamation).

The book also contained potions recipes and accurate descriptions, and even some spells!

And that wasn't all. Those were special spells that anypony could do, you hadn't necessarely to be an unicorn. Awesome!

 - Wow... there is a magnetic-hooves spell! Whoa! -

I immediately checked the ingredients required. 

I just needed some "gel", the dust of a plant's leaf I was sure I have already seen near the river and... darn! Two lens.

The lens, like I've seen before reading the book, are a part of another night-monster.

This book didn't speak precisely about the monsters of this land, but it nominates them sometime, just for specify how to find specific ingredients and  objects.

Reposing on what the books told, the monster that dropped lens was a sort of "demonic eye". 

It wasn't very inspiriting.

But I needed that spell. With a magnetic-hooves spell I could grab objects just like I had hands. It was too useful for renounce. So, I went to search the plant near the river, starting a plan in my mind.

*

Puffing slightly, I finished the bag.
I made a bag with the leather that had a scabbard on the left side and a lot of accessory pockets. 

Prior I collected and pulverized the plant I needed and the gel from a little typical green slime.

Now I was ready for search and fight those "demonic eyes" and to collect the two lens. If every eye had one lens, I just needed to kill two. Awesome. I scabbarded the stone sword in the scabbard, closed with an external board my home's entrance door and started to trot around.

I was a lot nervous. I've never wandered outside in the night time before.

Yes, of course I was more stronger and expert than the first and only night I passed in the wilderness, but I'd never tried to fight one of the night monsters and I really didn't knew how much they were strong.

A loud gurgling surprised me and I slightly leaped hearing it. A zombie was behind me, slowly walking in my direction.

I unsheathed the sword, grabbing the grip with my teeth.

The zombie now was just few steps away from me, so I charged it and tried to pierce through it.

The keen blade transpierced its haunch, and the zombie seems temporarily stunned, retroceding few steps.

I slashed the monster again and again, and every time I hit it, the zombie retroceded a bit. With just five hits, it died gurgling horribly. Ugh! That zombie stinks so much! I hate the smell of rotten meat!

Ultimately, at least the zombies weren't so hard to beat.

My ears bristled at an unexpected sound. Something was moving in a bush near me.

I prepared myself to hit the horrible monster that was going to went out from the bush, when suddently a white fluffy bunny jumped out from it.

I already saw some bunnies around my cottage, but I didn't pay them a lot of attenction.

Surely they were the perfect meal of some other animals, but like everyone knows, bunnies reproduce very fast.

Pheraps monsters eat them too. Did the monsters eat something? Have they necessity to eat?

Evidently that was the sudden-thing-night, because an abruptly sound surprised me. It was like something was flying without flap its wings.

I slew and I saw what can be only definited as a "demonic eye".

An eye big like a bowling ball and with some centimeters of hanging optic nerve was flying jerkily towards me.

I slashed it, but it stood apparently unhurt and it just flew back for some meters. Then, it attacked again.

It hit me strongly, and it was like being beaten by a rock. Seemingly, the eye was stoney and strong. Wobbling a bit for the bash, I banged it again and again, and sometimes I helped myself to reach it flapping my wings and flying for some meters.

At last, it ripped apart and its pieces rolled and splattered on the ground.

And tween the remains of the eye, was standing a diaphanous, shines lens.

I spent an half an hour searching another eye and beating it, and I killed a pair of zombies too.

Luckily, I didn't find unicorn skeletons. I wasn't ready for a bow attack. I hadn't an armor or a shield, I couldn't protect myself.

When I came back home, my mouth was bucking painful and my lethargized wings were too.

- Hah! This is going to finish! I have all the components for the magnetic-hooves spell! -

With those words, I immediately started to prepare the recipe.

Finally I had a curdy dark green paste. The book told me to just smudge it on my hooves, and I did it.

When I passed the stuff on my hooves, they quickly absorbed it.

I looked at my hooves, emoted and happily incredulous. Then, I tried to grab the first object I saw: the shovel that was posed against the wall. And I grabbed it, magically. 

- Wo-hooooou! -

I jumped around, euphoric, screaming all my happiness.

- Oh yeah! Now the life will be simpler! -

Now, I was ready for the dark cavern.

*

The next morning, I woke up greatly. 

I was happy and rested.

I started up, happy, and I gyrated the sword in air with my hoof. I was quite good! With some experience in fighting, I surely could became a great warrior. In fact, seemingly I was great in everything that included the use of the hooves.

And that was so bucking useful in a situation like the mine.

Suddently a strange sensation surprised me. Why remand everytime the research on my past?

Why don't go on the beach where I woke up and search for clues?

Anyway, the cavern of course couldn't move.

So, at last I decided to return to the "beach of the awake".

My hooves sank in the sand, while I watched around for anything. Some broken boards of wood were floating and slamming against each other, and an accumulation of rags was lying down on a particularly large board.

The rags moved.

I swiftly ran towards the floating board, and I dragged the poor pony on the beach.

He was a chocolate-brown earth pony, with a yellow and wild mane and tail. He was barely breathing, and he opened just a bit one eye, watching me with a weak look. He didn't even talked.

I weight him on my back, and then transported him to my home. He was wet, encrusted of salt and apparently he couldn't even move a single hoof.

I wasn't a medic and I was panicked because I didn't know what to do.

So I did the only thing occurred to me: I cooked a soup with the healthy mushrooms. I checked mentally to build a furnace and a working table. I didn't think that the mushroom soup required to be cooked (I think the healthy effect would be the same), but maybe the flavour could be better and anyway I could need something for cooking, smelting and heating.

I arised a bit the head of the poor brown pony, trying to make him drink from the bowl.

With some difficulties and few coughs, he drunk all the soup and he fell asleep.

- Woah! That's certainly a big, big surprise! - I said.

I approached the pony and watched him.

The poor colt hadn't even a bed or something for resting, actually my house was completely empty, besides for the chests.

I thought I really needed to search some clay or something for the toilette and to craft some furniture.

If I only had a sponge or a cloth, I could at least wash that colt from the salt.

In that moment he was sleeping, so I decided to search for more mushrooms and for some clay that I probably could find in a small lake I was sure to have seen near the cave.