Twilight didn't know it, but she was in a sack. Blindfolded. In a cart. Being pulled by two stallions. She could hear them talking, but she was somewhere between conscious and unconscious, as they knocked her out and put her in her current state.
"Why'd you have to kill her?! We told Her that there would be no casualties!"
"She was putting up a major fight! And I wasn't trying to kill her, just knock her out for a bit!"
"Well, you did a wonderful job at doing that!"
"Want me to kill you too?"
"Please, do so. I would love to die right now, and leave you with pulling a cart full of dead weight!"
By this point, Twilight could focus. She knew something had happened. She had to get out. So, she filled her horn with magic, and cleared her mind of all thoughts, and teleported out from the bag. This, though, is when she noticed that she was cuffed and blindfolded.
Twilight broke the cuffs and undid the blindfold, but immediately regretted the actions. The first sight she was greeted by was a pony. A dead pony. Orange. With a stetson covering her face. And three apples on her flank. And dry, red clumps around her neck.
Twilight couldn't cry. She couldn't afford to cry. What she could afford, though, was information at all costs. So she undid her remaining friends from their bindings, and telepathically told them the game plan. "Ok, girls. We lost Applejack. But we can't just give up yet. We have to get the information out of these two stallions. At any costs." They all agreed to go through with it, and they sprung into action.
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