You went to the living room, Gleaming and her Colts weren´t there, she probably took them out of the room.
the Television was on, in it the familiar Face of Apple Cobbler.
"Good day, everypony, I´m reporting here from what is supposedly an Exile colony, whereas Labor camp is definitely the better term.
Pegasi, bearing the rare trait of thunderwings are being grounded through shackles and hard work, made to do Tasks that the comparably light Pegasus Physique isn´t meant to do."
The footage might have as well been a Horror Story of a Diamond dog Gulag, only above the ground. pegasi in Groups were moving millstones, breaking down a cliffside, all for the sake of shoveling the dirt back up to match the size of the old cliff, the labour was pointless, only meant to exhaust them enough to make them unable to fight, only when they dropped from Exhaustion were their wings allowed a short time of freedom, just enough to prevent Lasting damage.
Apple Cobbler continues.
"to think that such atrocities happen right under Celestia´s nose, only a week ago i would´ve thought it ridiculous, but here i see with my own eyes what those who were given power by her are doing with it."
The Pictures now showed more pegasi, breaking the shackles and chains open. many were also seen attacking the guards and binding them up instead.
"Thunderstorm sent me the knowledge of this place, as well as a Team of trusted members to tear it down. he himself might have wound up here, where your life or happiness are not meaning anything to those in power. We can expect to hear from him directly soon, he said that things like this will not stand, and now that the Thunderwings are freed, the truth about their Exile out, now he will no longer hold back.
and in hopes that his dreams of a better Equestria come to past, i too say goodbye."
He sure learned how to do it.
It was all silent in the living room, your parents were in shock, tears were welling up in your mother´s eyes.
"that, could´ve been you, breaking your back just so you´d be too tired to fly, to tired to walk, to live..."
She throws her forehooves around you squeezing you tightly.
"they´re out of their minds they are! bastards! inbred pin for Brains! all of them!"
Dad had put it rather colorfully, but you decided against agreeing, his heart wasn´t the best anymore and you wanted to avoid him getting worked up.
"... Brother, this has to Change. screw the wonderbolts this is too important!"
Lightning dust finally, surprised you.
"Dusty, what exactly are you planning?"
She turns to you now.
"seek out that thunderstorm dude and join up!"
"the wonderbolts will never take you in if you do that, your life´s dream, heck i´m still certain that babbling before your first word was "sowun" or soarin as i´d translate!"
"dreams are nice and all, but i just woke up. I can´t just go to the academy, run laps and Loop through rings if i know that you´re still in danger."
She too joins the hug and after a second of hesitation dad is in on it too.
"then we go to manehattan, lightning. i think you´d be surprised who it is."
then you finally noticed something you should´ve thought important earlier.
"hey, where´d the pink Pony run off to?"