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// L'Arrivée à Minuit 
// Story: Voyage 
// by Comrade Bagel Muffin 
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There was a commotion outside. The guards were being shouted at by somebody up above them. Escutcheon couldn't make out what was being said he could barely focus on what was happening around him. There was a lot more light coming into the prison cell than there was earlier. 
"Escutcheon! Escutcheon, are you okay?" Dusk asked getting as close as the chains would allow. Turkeylegs tried to get over to him but the collar kept the large bird from moving. 
"I-I don't know." Escutcheon began from the floor. "What happened." It everything was spinning, even talking made him  dizzy. "I feel like I've been working in the mines for four months straight."  He tried and failed to stand back up. The back of the wagon opened up and the light from a lantern flooded into the iron wagon. Escutcheon turned his head to look and see what was going on.
"The colt's awake after something like that how is that even possible?" one of the two guards asked baffled as he looked into the tired colt's eyes. Escutcheon tried to sit back up. Neither Mother nor Father would have let ponies see them like this he was intent to live up to their legacy. The two guards took a step back as he sat up leaning against the iron cage. He was able to sit up for about a second before collapsing back to the floor.
"Escutcheon?" again Dust tried to get over to him. The two of them looked at each other before stepping into the cart and grabbing him. "Leave him alone! What are you doing to him?" Turkeylegs made a low warning moan as one of the guards undid the unicorn colts bonds, and threw him over their back. "Let him go!" She started thrashing in her chains.
"Calm down wench." one of the guards hissed as they walked past her. Their horn lit up and a bolt of magic hit her in the chest knocking her back. Trukeylegs screeched kicking out at the guard the large bird's talons missing the unicorn by only a third of a meter.
"Leave her alone." Escutcheon said as threateningly as he could given his current condition.
"I demand the right of Wahrheit." the professor said firmer than either foal had heard him speak before.
"Then you'll have it." The two closed the door. The last thing that he saw of his companions before they closed the doors was Turkeylegs softly nuzzling Dusk as she cried against the iron walls.  He hissed, cursing himself at not being able to do anything, but be taken away. They took the barely conscious colt into the gatehouse, and threw him onto the table.
"Who is this?"
"The colt that they siphoned to get here. He was able to sit up after that. Put another ring on him and take him to his cell." The guard nodded. A second later Escutcheon felt a magic bolt strike him and everything fell into nothingness.