Words Unspoken

by wille179

Factory

Scootaloo to her flight instructor, then to herself:

I can fly! Please, let me try again! I'm not worthless!

I don't want to go to the factory...

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"I'm sorry, you failed."

The words hit her like a ton of bricks.

That was it.

Her dreams had gone up in smoke.

The large stallions stepped up behind her and pressed a cloth into her muzzle before she could even begin to protest the decision. Within seconds, the sweet-smelling fumes made her too dizzy to stand, let alone fight back. As the world went black, Scootaloo let out a desperate, pitiful cry.