"Discord!"
He could hear her voice through the thickness of the black void he was in, but she did not sound too far away.
Brett snapped his fingers, as an idea just came to him. "We cannot risk the beast using it's magic to escape and to free the other one! It can't use it's magic if it doesn't have the energy…or if it's not conscious…Knock it out!"
Before Discord could fully process what was happening, he felt something hit him in the back of his head. He saw stars, until a blackness darker and deeper than the one he was already in enveloped the stars and quickly took over the rest of his vision.
The two elated hunters hauled the burlap sacks containing their keys to fortune into the truck bed of their pickup truck. They closed the tailgate and got into the car. Brett placed his keys in the ignition, and the engine roared to life.
"I'll call the Museum of Natural History." Gunner pulled out his smart phone and started dialing. "They'll want to know about this."
"Good idea."
Gunner put the phone on speaker. It wasn't until they were back on the main road when the phone stopped ringing.
"Museum of Natural History, how can I help you?"
Discord groaned as he opened his eyes. There was a small throbbing in the back of his head, but he ignored it.
Everything came back to him in a rush, and he became angry at himself for not teleporting himself and Fluttershy out of Whitetail Wood not just when the...whatever they were...approached them, but if he had teleported themselves at the very beginning when he first felt the impending danger, this whole thing would never had happened.
His first instinct was to protect Fluttershy at any or all cost, and he had failed.
It was Discord's own fault that Fluttershy was in danger.
He growled to himself as he unsheathed his claws and started tearing at the blackness around him. Afraid he would put Fluttershy in more danger if the...things...saw him using magic again.
Discord crawled out once he tore a big enough rip in what he now realized was some sort sack made out of some kind of thick, heavy fabric. He stood on all fours as he took in his surroundings to better assess his escape.
He was standing on a large metal platform that seemed to be moving from underneath his paws. When he looked beyond the platform, he could see they were speedily going down a smooth, grey, path.
He immediately went over to the other sack which he assumed held Fluttershy in it as well. When he was in front of it, he leaned his head close to it so he could speak to the pony inside.
"Fluttershy? Are you in there sweetheart?" He said loudly, as the platform made a lot of noise as it moved.
"Discord!? Oh you don't know how happy I am to hear your voice! Please! Get me out of here! I'm scared!"
"I know my darling, I know. Get as far back as you can, I'll be using my claws."
Discord unsheathed his claws once again, and in one quick motion, ripped it big enough for Fluttershy to crawl through.
"Great, Thank you!"
Brett said as Gunner ended the call. Great big smiles were plastered on both of their faces.
"They have agreed to meet with us! I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when we show them what we've found! I'm ninety-nine percent positive they have never seen these before!" Brett took his hands off the wheel and rubbed them deliciously.
However, just as Brett put his hands back on the wheel and turned his attention back on the road, something in the rear-view mirror caught his attention. He adjusted the mirror slightly and to his horror, saw the long, mismatched beast, help the yellow winged horse out of the burlap sack.
"Crap! they got out!" Brett slammed his foot on the brake, immediately jolting the vehicle to a stop.