Chapter Preview "Her Sentence as a Pony"

"Death!" Shade shouts as she runs out of her room. She barges through the door across the hall. "Death!" Her eyes grow with horror seeing Death in a compromising position with some kind of object caught in her magic sticking out of her rear. "WHAT THE FUCK!" Shade slams the door close.

"Shade!" She hears Death call out, fumbling and slamming follow. Death opens her door and sees the filly by her door standing like a statue. "Shade, sweetie, that is why you knock," Death smiles sweetly and brushes back her sweaty mane.

Shade's mouth hangs open and she stares distantly at Death. "That was your 'gift'?! And I'm right next door! Gross!"

"Here. This will make things better." Death's horn flashes.

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"Vāstùch," Shade gasps as she runs her hoof over the Ancient characters of her homeland. Shade tosses the covers off her and zips to her door with the book levitating behind her. "Death!"

She practically rips open her door and jumps to the door across the hall. She latches herself onto the door and knocks wildly, "Death! Death! Death!"

Death opens the door and cocks her head at the filly hanging off her door. "Where's the fire, Shade?"

Shade slams the book into Death's face. "Why is there Ancient text in this world?"

Death pulls the book of her face with cartoonish physics stretching her muzzle before the book comes of with a pop. "Why not?" Death shrugs. "I created the world. Besides, we're speaking Angin but ponies call it differently."

"So what do ponies call Vāstùch?"

"The Old Language. Very few ponies can read it, let alone speak it."

Shade detaches herself from the door and lands on the floor. "Well. . . That is all. You can go back to whatever it is you were doing."

"I will!" Death sing songs.

Shade turns back to Death and sees her hiding behind the door. She waves bye and slams the door close. Shade cocks her brow. "Weird," she comments.