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- > Your footsteps echo loudly as you sprint through the empty halls of… wherever the heck you are
- > It looks like some sort of castle?
- > The floors are polished marble, and the walls are made from flawless white stone
- > You don’t remember how you got here, or even precisely when
- > it was like you just fell asleep, impossible to pinpoint the exact moment
- > one minute you’re out hunting in the woods
- > and the next, you’re on the floor in a big-ass room surrounded by some sort of pony creatures.
- > it must have been some sort of party, many of them wore elaborate dresses and suits
- > some screamed
- >some yelled
- >some just stared at you with what you guessed what shock
- > so you did what any other sane person would do
- > you ran
- > and now they were chasing you
- > you’ve been running for several minutes now
- > you have no idea where you’re going, this while place seems like a maze
- > at least you still had your belongings
- > you wore your old hiking boots and a thick camouflaged jacket
- > in your left hand you clutch your bow, a simple recurve made from a solid piece of wood
- > your quiver and arrows bounce on your back as you run
- > a quick glance down confirms your skinning knife is still on your belt
- > the presence of your tools gives you a small sense of comfort
- > you weren’t defenseless
- > you weren’t helpless
- > and that gave you some confidence in your abilities
- > you can still hear your pursuers behind you
- > “Stop the intruder!”
- > “Seize that creature!”
- > you redouble your efforts, passing multiple wooden doors leading to who knows where
- > as you round a corner, you see sunlight streaming through an open door at the end of the hall
- > Finally! A way out!
- > as you run toward the exit, you hear the ponies behind you getting closer
- > your heart drops as you come to a stop just outside the open doors
- > this wasn’t an exit, it was a balcony several stories from the ground
- > before you stretches an entire city, bathed in the light of the midday sun
- > beyond that you see expansive meadows and thick forests
- > the whole scene had a picturesque beauty to it
- > seriously, where the hell are you?
- > how did you get here?
- > you snap yourself back to the moment, you still need to escape
- > you lean over the balcony, looking down
- > below you is a large garden/courtyard
- > jumping is out of the question, you’re way to high up and there’s nothing to cushion your fall.
- > if you can’t go down, you’ll have to go up
- > the option of climbing is quickly shot as you examine the outside stone walls
- > it’s made of the same smooth white stone as the hallways, no handholds anywhere
- > you’re completely penned in
- > you curse under your breath and turn back
- > maybe you could try one of the doors you passed befo-
- > too late
- > the ponies chasing you round the corner into view
- > jeez, there must be at least twenty of them
- > they all had spotless white coats, and wore regal looking golden armor
- > you quick reach over your shoulder, grabbing one of your arrows
- > you nock it on your bowstring and draw back, anchoring your right hand below your cheekbone
- > the p0nies come to a stop as you level the gleaming broadhead on them
- > you doubted that p0nies were capable of archery, but they recognized a weapon when they saw one
- “The next one of you who takes another step gets dropped”
- > it was no idle threat. you were a good shot, and at this short distance there was no way you would miss
- > of course, they would rush you and close the distance as soon and you fired
- > but you were guaranteed one kill
- > it was a stalemate
- > The p0nies shift nervously and look at each other, none of them willing to take the first step
- > the one in front whispers something to the p0nies beside him
- > his helmet had a large roman-esque crest, you guessed he was captain, or some kind of authority figure
- > the p0nies nod and slowly they begin to back away
- > you relax slightly
- > ok, you can work with this. you have time now, time you can use to figure out how to get out of wherever you are
- > you notice some of the p0nies are standing their ground
- > they look like all the other guards, except for small ivory horns protruding from their helmets
- > unicorns? seriously? What the fuck.
- > their horns begin to softly glow
- > before you can deliver another threat, your bow is suddenly yanked from your hand
- > it flies over to the unicorns and hovers above them, enveloped in a magical aura
- What the fu-
- >You’re cut off as the rest of the p0nies are suddenly upon you
- > they tackle you in the gut, and their combined weight quickly brings you down
- > there’s no time to go for your knife, you can only bring your arms up in a desperate attempt to shield your face from the flurry of incoming hooves
- > you feel the impact of countless strikes all over your body
- > one of the ponies bites down painfully on your arm and pulls it away from your face
- AAUUGH!! You son of a b-
- > the last thing you feel is another hoof smashing your face
- > fuck, you don’t think you’ve ever felt this shitty
- > your arms, your legs, your head, your entire damn body is sore
- > you open your eyes to a rough stone ceiling
- > for the hundredth time today you wonder where you are
- > you’re lying down on something uncomfortable, but it’s definitely not stone or wood
- > gingerly you try to sit up, your entire body protesting
- > you pull your knees up to your chest, and eventually you reach a sitting position
- > you take a look at your new surroundings
- > you appear to be in some sort of cell
- > the room is constructed from damp cobblestone, and is bare except for a solid metal door on one end and a pile of moldy straw you were apparently sleeping on
- > the air is musty and stale, the only light comes from a small barred window on the door
- > you painfully rise from your makeshift bed to get a better look
- > how long were you out?
- > judging by the stiffness of your limbs and the emptiness of your stomach, at least several hours
- > you make your way over to your cell door and look out the window
- > it’s low on the door, you have to squat to see through
- > unfortunately, all you can see is the stone wall on other side of the hallway
- > all you can hear is the soft dripping of water and the scurrying of what you guessed were rats
- > you give yourself a quick check over, you were beat up pretty bad.
- > your clothes are torn in a few places, and you’ve accumulated plenty of bruises
- > you bring your hand up to your face
- > It’s painful to the touch, and you can feel that it’s swollen
- > you wish you had a mirror so you could see
- > your bow, quiver, and knife are gone of course
- > you sit back down on the straw pile, noticing a few small insects out as you do so
- > so you were in a dungeon…
- > maybe threatening these p0nies was not the best of ideas…
- > but you were panicked! And they did chase you after all
- > you’re sure they’ll be understanding
- >It’s not like you killed any, heck you didn’t even punch one!
- > you sit there for several minutes, idly twiddling your thumbs as you wait for something to happen
- > realizing that it might be a while before someone comes for you, you lay back down on the pile to get some rest.
- > you’re awoken by a loud banging on the cell door
- > you rise with a small groan
- > you must have slept another few hours, your body is stiff again
- > you also seem to have acquired a few bug bites, great.
- > you walk over to the door and crouch down to the window
- > you see impassive face of a p0ny guard on the other side
- > he gives you a quick look over before giving a small snort
- > “Princess Celestia would like to speak with you”
- > The name means nothing to you, but you recognize the title
- > whoever she is, she is obviously their ruler
- > she can probably tell you where you are, maybe even how to go back home!
- Alright, sure I’ll go
- > not that you have a choice really, when royalty ‘requests’ something it’s just an order in disguise
- > the guard steps back and you hear the rattling of keys
- > the door swings outward and you see another guard holding a pair of manacles in his mouth
- > “turn around, arms behind your back”
- > guess you can’t really blame them for being precautious, you did threaten them after all.
- > you turn around, placing your wrists together behind your back
- > the guard approaches you and locks the manacles in place, binding your hands together
- > “now then, follow us”
- > you follow the two guards outside your cell and into the hallway
- > you notice that these guards don’t have horns like those other guards, but have wings instead
- > so there are pegasi now too? This fucking place…
- > you follow the guards up a winding spiral staircase and through a large wooden door
- > It seems you’re in the castle proper again, the white walls and smooth floors have returned
- > as you pass a window, you quickly glance outside
- > you can see the sun just beginning to rise over the distant horizon
- > so you were out all night? No wonder you were so hungry, you haven’t eaten since yesterday morning!
- > you pass several more guards on your way, most of them keep their gazes impassive, but some glare your way
- > eventually, you reach a set of large ornate double doors
- > one of the guards steps forward and knocks three times on the door
- > from within a feminine voice responds
- >“You may enter”
- > the two guards push open the double doors and you enter the room
- > in front of you sits a p0ny that could only be described as ‘regal’
- > she dwarfed the other ponies you’ve seen, most were only about four feet tall, but this one was well over six feet in height!
- > her mane was a whole variety of calm blues, pinks, an violets, and seemed to blow in some invisible breeze.
- > her coat was a pristine white and a gold tiara rested atop her head
- > she had a unicorn horn over a foot and length, yet you also saw a pair of wings folded at her sides
- > so was she a unicorn with wings? Or a pegasus with a horn?
- > was there a name for what she was? If so, it eluded you
- > to her left sat a purple unicorn of normal stature
- > her mane had a straight cut, and she had a bookish appearance about her
- > they both sat behind a large banquet table, and you were brutally reminded of your hunger as you gazed at the contents
- > a decadent feast of every breakfast dish imaginable was on full display
- > there were pancakes, waffles, French toast, muffins, doughnuts, toast, eggs cooked in every form…
- > if not for the manacles binding your hands or the presence of royalty, you would have thrown yourself at this meal with like a Kenyan at a KFC bucket
- > as if reading your mind, one of the guards approaches your back and begins unlocking the manacles
- > as soon as he finished, you begin rubbing your wrists with your hands. those damn things were uncomfortable
- > Celestia nods to the two guards and they both exit through the door behind you
- > you stand there, unsure on how to proceed
- > an uncomfortable silence forms over the room
- > a silence that is broken by the loud protest of your stomach
- > Celestia chuckles and grins at you as you fidget awkwardly
- > she gestures to the feast before you
- > “you are welcome to join us, if you wish”
- > that was all the invitation you needed
- > you practically run over to the table, grabbing a plate and utensils from a stack
- > “So” Celestia begins, as you dart from one end of the buffet to the other, grabbing a portion of each dish as it catches your eye, “What is your name?”
- Anon
- >Waffles, definitely need waffles. And pancakes too. Is that blueberry syrup? Oh, need a doughnut too, with sprinkles.
- > “As you’ve probably guessed” Celestia continues, “I am Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestria, and this is my faithful student and personal protégé, Twilight Sparkle”
- > you nod in confirmation as you pile more food into your already overloaded plate
- > I haven’t had a banana in forever, or French toast either. Is that bacon? HELL YES!
- > you finally sit down across from the two p0nies and begin digging into your enormous breakfast
- > As you begin eating the most buttery and fluffy pancakes of your life, Twilight speaks up
- > “So anon, What exactly are you?”
- Human
- >You respond after washing down a mouthful of pancake with a swig of orange juice
- Are there no other humans here in Equestria?
- >“No,” Celestia replies, “You are the first we have ever encountered”
- Do you have any idea how I got here?
- >“We were hoping you would tell us that” Twilight admits
- Sorry, I have no idea either. I just sorta, woke up here.
- > you return your attention to your food, and a long silence begins to stretch
- > you don’t notice Celestia watching you eat, a small frown forming on her face
- > you pick up a piece of perfectly crispy bacon and pop it into your mouth
- > you gag as you find your mouth filled with a foul tasting dust
- > you expel the repulsive substance from your mouth
- What the heck was that?
- >you look up to see the smile on Celestia’s face has been replaced by a deep scowl
- > “It seems my suspicions about you were correct Anon” Celestia says
- > the kindness of her voice has been replaced with coldness and disgust
- > her horn glows with a faint white aura, and you find yourself lifted of your seat and into the air
- Wait, what? What are you doing?
- > you struggle against the magic enclosing you. but despite your best efforts, you barely move
- > “As ruler of Equestria, I hereby sentence you to death”
- What??? WHY???
- > both the p0nies look at you with a mixture of hatred and disgust
- > “You arrive in my kingdom armed with deadly weaponry, you threaten my guards, and you would willingly consume the flesh of others”
- > consume the flesh of others? Oh, you idiot! The bacon! They’re all horses, why would they have bacon?
- Ok, wait. This is all some sort of big misunde- HHHHNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH
- >suddenly, the magic aura around you begins to squeeze you like a vice
- > the air is quickly forced out of your lungs and you find it impossible to breathe
- “It is clear to me you are a creature of violence, and I will not allow you to corrupt my country”
- > the force is just too much, it’s crushing your chest
- > the pressure extends over your entire body, you can feel it inside your skull
- > you clench your eyes shut in the pain, your mouth gasping like a fish out of water
- > Dread fills your hart as you realize there’s nothing you can do
- > Dammit, not like this!
- > This wasn’t fair!
- > You didn’t do anything wrong…
- > you feel you consciousness begin to fade…
- > you hear voices, but they seem far of and distant
- > you can’t make anything out
- > not like this...
- > you don’t want to die like this, helpless
- > you hate it, being helpless, unable to do anything
- > you wish you had your bow
- > you wonder what will happen to it…
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