Damnation, Capitol building, Level 5
Datus Aproximus: 9985
12:34 Am. EQT
Winter
When finally they arrived at the capitol building, Twilight couldn't stop shaking. Damnation had the harshest weather in the country, and the police had escorted her here on foot. Needless to say, she had to spend several minutes in the med-bay, before continuing up to the fifth floor. It was here, when the lift doors opened, that her escort left her. The room outside the lift was small, with no more than four walls and a door. A camera mounted above the lift doors turned to face her. There was a click, and the door slid slightly ajar. Slowly, twilight pushed the door opened and walked inside.
The next room was very dark… no… actually, it was lit fairly well, but the entire room was covered in sleek black a tiling, which fooled the eye and gave the illusion of darkness. The space between the tiles glowed with a blue light.
Twilight advanced into the room. Finally, a voice sounded from where she’d come.
“Good evening, Miss Sparkle.”
Twilight turned, to find, not a doorway leading back to the elevator room, but instead, a tall, lanky stallion, sat behind a large wooden desk, in the center of a modern (modern being a relative term) office. Glancing over her shoulder she saw that the room behind her was now, also a well-furnished office space.
“Good… evening…” she replied hesitantly.
“Miss Sparkle, do you know who I am?”
“I have a fairly general idea…” she took a step toward him
“I doubt you’d forget me, after what you tried to do… and, where it’s gotten you…”
“Pallien…” she spat the name like a bad taste from her mouth
“Ah, you do remember me… how sweet.”
“What do you want? Why am I here?”
“Oh, come now, you have no need for such tones with me, after all, I have no problems letting you rot in your stasis chamber for the rest of your life…” he let the statement sink in
Twilight tried to hide the fear and the rage in her voice
“Why did you bring me here?”
She saw the stallion smirk, and, though she could not see his eyes from beneath a wide brimmed hat he wore low on his brow, she felt him gaze into her soul.
The office fell apart around her, revealing once again the black tiled room, she was unsure what was going on, but she felt a sure air of seriousness. The lights, had gained a bit of red to them, making them appear faintly purple. The stallion strode calmly toward her, and, when he was just a foot away, he whispered to her in a soft yet spine chilling voice.
“The future my dear… the future…”