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- >Ponyville park is very peaceful tonight as you trot through it.
- >You smile at the moon and stars and see a cloud of breath float into the chilly air.
- >The soft clip clops of your hooves on the cobble road as they lead you home is the only thing you can hear.
- >It’s a nice change from the normally noisy days around Ponyville.
- >The streetlamps aren’t lit tonight because of the full moon casting beautiful white light onto the town.
- >You’re almost too busy admiring the serenity of it all to feel the metal pipe smash into the back of your skull.
- >You awaken with a migraine.
- >What feels like grass pokes through your coat and into your back, which explains why you’re so cold.
- >Something restrains your hooves from moving; four U shaped stakes made out of a silvery blue metal.
- >”She’s awake,” states a hooded pony.
- >”It won’t matter. The planets are almost in position.” replies another.
- “W-w-What-”
- >”Silence,” another orders.
- >The second one to speak approaches your head.
- >”You’re a very special pony; do you know that?”
- >He pushes aside a bang of your mane and caresses your cheek.
- >”She’s waited for so long up there. Without us, she would wait another twenty years. She would wait and return to a trap.”
- >The only light to reach beneath his hood traces over a small set of smiling lips.
- >”My only sorrow is that you, who are so instrumental, will not meet her.”
- >Your gaze locks to the moon as he steps back.
- >The mare on the moon’s eye glows a light blue.
- >”Now.”
- >A pain rips its way from your chest to your lower abdomen and you spasm.
- >Another slices horizontally through the top of your chest before another does the same to your lower chest.
- >You vomit and choke as the sound of your ribs breaking reverberates through your head.
- >Two pieces of what used to be your ribcage and flesh are flung aside.
- >Your heart beats out of rhythm as you feel a magical field surround it.
- >The field quickly turns to magma and heat is the only thing you feel as everything around your heart is cauterized.
- >Your very own heart now levitates freely above your chest; you can still feel it beating.
- >Several small knives made of the same metal that holds you float up to it, pausing for a split second before they lightly plunge into it and carve glyphs.
- >They finish quickly and dissipate into nothing.
- >The heart glows brightly before incinerating itself, the dust swirling to a spot several feet from you.
- >You catch a glimpse of a tall, black pony form from the dust before your head drops to the side.
- >”Thank you,” the stallion whispers in your ear.
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