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The explosion had gone off far to the south of the village's eastern edge, in the blink of an eye most ponies had already died. What was once considered a beautiful city by all who visited, was now a smoldering wreck of ash. Replaced by a large dark hole at least a few stories deep, the village's center was now the definition of horror.

Blood dripped from the broken sword that was buried deep in the colt's chest. His dark blue jacket had somehow caught on something and now had him hanging upside down in the air. The colt sighed as he looked at the blood flowing from the wound.

Reaching up he gripped the blade of the sword and yanked. With a sickening, grinding sound, the sword finally ripped from the his chest. He ignored the blood as it now started to flow more freely. Next, he began work on freeing himself from the jacket, using the blade to cut a hole. Now free of both hindrances, the colt began his climb out of the hole that used to be his prison of sixteen years.

Back on solid ground the colt allowed himself a chance to rest. Laying down, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, the morning air a mixture of freedom and hope. He could feel the his excitement growing with each passing second. He had done it. He had finally escaped them. Now nothing could stop him.

Then he heard the sirens.