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- >Hope woke up with a scream to the sound of trumpets directly outside her window.
- >The music blared intensely with a brassy, cheery tune, but so much adrenaline running through her mismatched body made it impossible to enjoy.
- >It was so loud that the shutters rattled as if in a howling wind, threatening to break loose.
- >Hope tip-hooved towards the window warily, trying to get a look outside with hands clamped firmly over her already flattened fuzzy ears.
- >With a sudden blast of sound, the wooden shutters shattered into splinters, as a brilliant pink blur crashed through.
- >"FOUNND YOUUU" the singsong voice cried out cheerily.
- >Acting reflexively, Hope spun away from the pink missile and dropped to her hands, bucking with all her might, and sending the pink mass cannonballing away.
- >As her heart slowed to a normal pace, Hope sighed and started to pick up the shards of glass and wood.
- The entire wall would need to be repaired and it seemed the storm shutters, hurricane proof as they were, would not be able to keep out the pink one.
- But at least it had given her time to react.
- They had been hunting her ever since her 18th birthday.
- >Hope shuddered. There wasn't time to think back on those days.
- She had to disappear, and quickly, before any ponies came to investigate the noise.
- >Pulling on her single leather tunic and slinging her father's old pipes around her neck, Hope took one last look around the room, then clattered downstairs.
- >The house, once grand and imposing, was now merely a moulding shell of its former self.
- Of course it had been risky to hide in her old home.
- But with the wings, magic, and impossibly good luck of the six sent to capture her, Hope had run out of good hiding places, fast.
- The house, however bad a hiding place it seemed at first, had kept her hidden and safe for three whole weeks. A record.
- >"It had been built by the only human ever seen in equestria," tour guides loved to mention as they passed the grand oaken double doors.
- >"Just goes to show," one particular guide had appended wistfully, merely weeks ago, "even the most evil of monsters can have the greatest of gifts."
- >The unicorn who had lead that particular tour, Oaken Woody, had been a friend to Anon and an uncle to little Hope Anonsdaughter before the banishment.
- >Despite its grandeur, Anon's previous home was left unpurchased and left by ponykind.
- Perhaps the "humanic" designs terrified them. Had they truly forgotten the many years of peace and goodwill?
- But no more time for memories. Even now Hope could hear the cantering of hooves, so similar to her own, outside the great doors.
- >Hope flexed her massive leg muscles and clenched her fists.
- It was time to make a decision. Run, hide, or fight?
- Well? What's the verdict?
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