We were taken to our new home, which was real nice and happened to have almost enough rooms for each of us. But, for a long time until we were pulled apart, we shared a single bed together. It was a fantastic place, but it came with horrors just nearby.
We were allowed to recover for numerous days; we couldn’t tell how long because we were underground. After that, they introduced us to the labs; white rooms, white lights, white coats worn by the other ponies, and shiny metal everything else.
They had us lay on a shiny table while they pulled at us, probing every part of us, not caring for our discomfort. I still don’t understand why they did this so many times, but they did. They then had us run or fly, using a shocking spell to keep us going until we dropped to our bellies, unable to continue.
They checked us, stressed us, rested us and repeated un a cycle for so long we became broke. At first, we were together but broken, shattered. It took us earning our cutie marks as we opened to activities for us to start to repair. But the damage was done. We had separated in the end.
Except for me and Spitfire. We found each other first. We drew closer than the others, especially then, relying on each other to pull through. We stayed in the original room while the others dispersed. We kept the others with us. It was rough for all of us. But we endured.