//------------------------------// // Don Alberto Garcia // Story: My Little Pony: Amor Esta Magica // by WarThunderBrony //------------------------------// “OVERTIME!” came the voice of TF2 Administrator Helen McLaine. I knew I had just crossed the time limit — but it could not be helped as this was a deuce. It was in fact a good thing, as it gave me time to quickly capture the control point. And I DID IT!!! Though I was sniped down by the AWPer Hand of a RED Sniper (played by Taddeo Spettro), I just managed to give the winning capture of the control point!!! “Victory!” came the voice of Señorita McLaine. I was listed as the “Most Valuable” player upon that win. In fact, my victory in this championship gave me a few good item drops!! “Wait!” shouted Huascar. “I know you won, Garcia; but don’t jump for joy! You’ll put the enemy on their alert! It doesn’t matter if this cottage is in the middle of the countryside; those rats will surely find us out now that they’ve lost!” “Hold on!” interrupted Rainbow Dash. “Derpy just texted me, sent me this link on YouTube! Have a look!” I checked it quickly. It was a video. It showed something really shocking. Apparently it was footage of the dying seconds of the championship, shot from outside Perez Manor by Derpy herself. Don Francisco Perez was biting his shirt, getting really desperate; he was extremely amazed that the win he had planned was slipping away from him. Jose de la Cruz and Taddeo Spettro told Perez to “gun down quell’estupido BLU Scout” (the class I was playing as at the time), but Perez himself was outplayed by a few of my BLU team-mates — goodness knows who were the ones playing on BLU other than myself — so Spettro, playing as a RED Sniper, scoped in and gunned me down, and that was when the victory for BLU was announced, and Jose de la Cruz was seen shaking his PC screen and shouting: “Boss! BOSS! How did it come to this?! How did it end up this way?!! Is is sheer wizardry or something?!!” All that sounded laughable, yes; but what would besaid next would surely bring the most drunken drunkard back to earth. “It is not wizardry,” said Benz Guzmán, “if I am not mistaken, it looks exactly like that scum Alberto Garcia trying to exact revenge against us!” “Si! Si! Viva Benz Guzmán!” yelled the others present, raising their fists in gestures of support. “Good boys!” said Benz Guzmán, smirking wickedly. “General Spettro, General Guzmán, take your minions and go to Pescadoro Manor and kill all the people inside!” Don Francisco ordered. “Do NOT leave a single one standing! Also, Marshal Duarté and Warrant Officer Cruz, go get General Diáz, and capture the youngest daughter of Bernardo León and burn her to death at the stake!” On seeing and hearing all of that on the video, I was chilled to the bone, you could say. “Not a minute to lose!” I yelled. “Rainbow Dash, go get the other ponies and defend Huascar’s family! Don’t forget to alert the local authorities! And you, Huascar, follow me! Donita and her family are in deep shit; we must rescue them!” “Anything for you amigo!” cried Huascar. Huascar and I ran all the way to Pescadoro Manor. We were too late to save the lives of Napoleone and Papa Ferrando. Donita, however, was still alive; indeed, she had already summoned some ponies to her rescue. We saw Big Mac, Braeburn, and Thunderlane tackling the minions. “What a shame lads! We’re having fun!” remarked Braeburn. “Let me get at ‘em!” I said. “NOW!” cried Huascar. And he and I joined the three stallions in fighting the minions. Good thing we had our own revolver guns. “Donita!” I called out. “We’re here to rescue you!” Donita was trapped by some Minions on the top floor, it seemed. “I’ll go in and rescue her!” I yelled. “I’ll come with you!” shouted Huascar. “No, Huascar! No, you stay here!” I said. “We need to divide the work among us!” I ran up the stairs. “Donita! I’m here to rescue you!” I cried. “You …. you…. “ began Donita. The Minions around her began firing at me. With a few rugby tackles I managed to kill them. “I’ll rescue you now!” I cried. “I’ll untie the rope!” “Not so fast, amigo!” came a voice from behind me. I felt something cold touching my temple. I turned around. It was General Taddeo Spettro and General Benz Guzmán. “Caramba!” I gasped. “Ah! So it was YOU who has been messing in our affairs all along!” said Spettro, mocking me. “You and your new best friend Huascar, whom you stole from us!” “Come with us, Garcia!” said Guzmán. “Someone wants to see you!” Indeed someone DID want to see me. For just at that moment, a familiar face appeared right there. “Don Francisco?” I gasped. “Thanks to my faithful co-gamers, I might have known it was you,” said Don Francisco, pointing his gun at me also. “It was you who was doing this to me all along. I should actually thank you, my dear Alberto Garcia, for giving me this beautiful opportunity to personally come and declare checkmate over you. You may have won a virtual battle, si, but you most certainly have not won the REAL war!” “You are an insolent cad, Don Francisco!” I growled. “You want to do this to me and to Donita! You tell me now: What have we done to you?!” “Oh! I can certainly count it up!” said Don Francisco. “For one, you try to join our company, All Lee, the Most Prestigious Construction Company in all Latin America, in the hope of winning over followers for YOUR own capitalist cause, which you knew all along that we socialists are against! Secondly, to be sure to get that same favour among your potential followers, you and them remotely challenged me to this year’s TF2 championship!” “I most certainly do NOT know who were the other players on BLU alongside me!” I growled, being truthful about what I knew and what I didn’t know. “Y’know what? Whatever,” Don Francisco smirked. “In any case you and Donita can prepare to meet your maker face to face today!” He pulled back a lever and prepared to pull the trigger. Spettro and Guzmán, as well as all the Minions present, did the same. “POLICE!!! GET YOUR HANDS UP!!!” came a shout from outside. Within seconds, a group of burly local Bolivian police officer commandos burst into the room, pointing submachine-guns at the criminals. “Que pasa?!” gasped Don Francisco. “GET YOUR HANDS UP I SAY!!!!” yelled an officer, jamming the nozzle of his submachine gun into Don Francisco’s chin. Don Francisco, clearly going mad, raised his hands and began drooling, as the cops cuffed him up along with Spettro and Guzmán. The Minions stood by to defend their master. They fired tear gas all around. “Donita! Let’s get out of here!” I cried, dragging the woman who once called herself my wife to the exit door, thinking that the police were here, they had successfully arrested Don Francisco, Benz Guzmán, and Taddeo Spettro, and we were safe. But I was wrong. Even if three of their top leaders had been arrested, those Minions were FAAAR too strong for us. The minute we got to the room door, it broke down, and engulfed the entire house in flames. “Caramba!” I cried. “We’re trapped!” “Just go!” shouted Donita. “I’ll manage on my own! You’ll die if you don’t go!” “NO!” I shouted. “I’d rather die than see you die, amor! You are the only one I love!” “Just frickin’ COME!!!” yelled a male voice from outside. Something furry yet hoovy reached in and dragged me out the back window onto the balcony of the mansion. It was Flash Sentry. Using his hooves, he quickly vaulted me prostrate onto his back and flew away. And just a split second after that, I saw Pescadoro Manor explode into guts. No sign of Donita left. “Donita! NO! DONITAAAAA!!!!” I yelled. “Alberto, just come with me!” scolded Flash Sentry. “This is not the time to fucking ragequit your life just for the woman you love! Your enemies are still as alive as can be, and you need to be there to help us fight them!” I saw that Flash Sentry had a point, so I kept quiet and just let him fly me to where the trouble was located. Flash Sentry took me to the jail in Sucre in Bolivia, where Don Francisco and many of his men were already incarcerated, waiting a fair trial which would be held way up north in London, England. All the big names — including those of Benz Guzmán, Taddeo Spettro, José Nerarondine, Justeno Coleda, Bangalee, Te Kahamate, Alvin Simoneau, Jovento Bajarán, the della Torre brothers, Ace Colombani, Bjørn Løwenthal, Bjørn Stäffansson, Dario Coleda, Bjørn Ingvårsson, Belinda Taimanova, Jaime Lozada, Sean Brink, and many more — were among those whose names were written on the list of newly incarcerated prisoners on the whiteboard therein. “We’re here to see Don Francisco Juan Perez,” said Flash Sentry. “His daughter is with him now,” said the guard on duty. “You’ll need to wait first.” “She asked us to come,” said Flash Sentry. “But….” I protested. “Shut up!” Flash Sentry silenced me. “This way, por favor,” said the guard. He took me over to the cell where Don Francisco was inside, biting his shirt like a madman. The cell had a glass screen with a phone on it for communication between the prisoner and the visitor(s). And in the visitor section, where we were, was Rosalinda Perez. “Rosa? You called for me?” I asked. “Alberto, first of all, allow me to say that I’m really sorry about having shouted at you the other day,” said Rosalinda. “I was in great grief and didn’t know what I was doing.” “It’s ok, Rosa,” I said. “And one more thing,” went on Rosalinda. “Have you ever once considered why I told you that time that I could never be your woman?” I took a deep breath. “No?” I said. “Why suddenly you bring this up?” “Listen to me carefully,” said Rosa, her face growing serious. “It would be incest if I had become your woman.” “You mean….?” The world was starting to crumble all around me. “I mean that Don Francisco is not just my papa,” said Rosa, “but he is also YOUR papa. Have a look at this!” She showed me my birth certificate — the very thing I had been looking for for so many years!! “That’s your mother’s name, Luisa Garcia,” said Rosa, pointing it out to me; “and over here, that’s your father’s name, Francisco Juan Perez — and that’s him, the very man you see in this cell!” “Alberto,” said Flash Sentry, “Rosa is not angry with you. She is just asking of you one simple favour — to just acknowledge your own father.” Rosa nodded in affirmation. I was completely bewildered beyond verbal response. So all along it was HIM — my real papa!! To think that Mama was so reluctant to let me sue him, to think that Rosa was so reluctant to let me marry her — all because Don Francisco was my real father after all!!! “It’s very simple,” said Flash Sentry; “it should not take you more than a few seconds. Just call ‘Papa’, and you’ll be good.” I took the communication phone up. I saw Don Francisco take it also on his side. “Papa!” I said into the transmitter, softly. I saw Don Francisco, unkempt and mad as he looked, stop biting his shirt, relax his muscles, and look at me with tears in his eyes. He said not a word, however. I was so overcome that I just broke down and cried onto Flash Sentry’s shoulder. Just then Flash Sentry got a text on his mobile. He read it and I saw his pointy ears go backwards. “Que pasa?” I asked. “Come with me,” he said. “There’s trouble out there. We’ve got to take on Justino Diáz now. They managed to escape the Perez Manor raid successfully!” * * * HUASCAR LEÓN: A few minutes after I saw Alberto and Flash Sentry (and later also Rosa Perez) stepping out of the Sucre prison, I went in also to see Don Francisco. Don Francisco was really aghast at seeing me that he started going mad. “Ah! Ah! Revenge is sweet!” I declared. “Do you know, Señor Francisco, that Alberto Garcia did not make me go over to his side? That it was I who chose to go over to his side? And I am sure you know that YOU were the one who caused me to transfer allegiance to him — because of what you did to my two sisters!” Don Francisco began growling like a dog. “And interestingly,” I went on, “do you know why I chose Garcia to be the one to help me exact revenge? Because he is your son! I wanted to see how exactly you would feel to have your own kin exacting revenge against you, Señor Francisco! How does it feel, tell me? Does it feel sweet? Does it feel good? Yeah?” “Grrrrrr….. get out!” growled Don Francisco. “I want to EAT you up alive!” “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” I laughed. “You are a VERY good actor, Don Francisco! I leave you to your fate! Adios!” As I stepped out of the visitor’s lounge of the Sucre prison, I got a text from Thunderlane, saying this: Bad news Huascar, your sister is in trouble, Justino Diáz has kidnapped her and demanded a ransom from your parents. Come and rescue her at once. She’s at the pavilions of Los Altiplanos del Gran Chaco. See you. Thunderlane “Caramba!” I cried. I made a quick dash straight back for Chaco…. * * * ALBERTO: Indeed there was trouble in the township of Chaco. Justino Diáz and Jose de la Cruz, along with Natanaele Duarté, and a whole contingent of Minions numbering more than a hundred, had tied and gagged poor Eudora León to a stake and were prepareing to set fire to it. Helplessly looking on were Huascar León and his parents Bernardo and Isabella. Flash Sentry and I saw Thunderlane standing with the Leóns. “Caramba!” I gasped. “You were right!” “The other ponies will be here soon,” said Thunderlane. “When I give the signal, they’ll move in.” “Jirunimu Inca Bernardo León! You have ten seconds to surrender your service to me!” Justino Diáz was shouting. “If you do not surrender within ten seconds, you will see your most loved one turning into cinders and ashes! 1! 2! 3!….” Isabella León was so overcome that she almost vomited blood. “Mama! Take it easy!” cried Huascar. “I’m fine, thanks,” said Dona Isabella. “Just get me a gun.” “You scum!” yelled Don Bernardo. “You MUCHACHO! Justino Diáz! No way will I surrender to you! Leave my fucking daughter alone!” “6!” Justino Diáz continued. “7! 8! 9! 10! Light the fire! You know that I would be untrue, You know that I would be a liar, If I was to say to you, That I could never light a fire! Come on, mateys, light my fire! Come on mateys, light mt fire! Time to set the night on fire! “Now!” said Thunderlane. “ATTAAAAACK!!!” “Gee up!” I yelled. “Let’s go!” shouted Flash Sentry. “AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!” With a loud shout, the other ponies burst onto the scene. Derpy, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Applejack, Twilight Sparkle, Big McIntosh, Braeburn, Snips, and Snails all ran in, brandishing guns and firing at Justino Diáz, Natanaele Duarté, and Jose de la Cruz. Thunderlane sang to them: The time to hesitate is through! No time to wallow in the mire! The day has come to take ‘em on! Before our life becomes a pyre! Come on mateys, light my fire! Come on mateys, light my fire! Time to set the night on fire! But to win this war was nevertheless far more than just setting the night on fire. All of us had to be involved, even Don Bernardo, Dona Isabella, and Huascar. Taunting us, Natanaele Duarté sang: Listen to me guajiras, While I’m singing you this song! As long as love will endure, You can always wait so long! Of all of us, Huascar was perhaps the most eager to save his own sister. While Don Bernardo and Dona Isabella were tackling the Minions and their various clever diversionary tactics, Huascar was rushing up to save his sister, dragging me along. “AAAAHHHH!” he yelled. And as Huascar and I ran up to her, we sang out a song of deliverance. Oye como va! Mi ritmo! Buena pa goza! Mulata! Oye como va! Mi ritmo! Buena pa goza! Mulata! From where I was I could see that he had to break through a lot of boundaries to do so. In the end he just managed to successfully rescue Eudora and pass her into the care of Princess Twilight — but not without getting mortally wounded himself. Jose de la Cruz came up to Huascar who was lying helpless on the ground, about to die anytime. “May death be your punishment, evil man!” yelled Huascar. Using his Spy-cicle, he ran Cruz right through his arse, and then breathed his last. Cruz gave a loud cry of pain and then slumped lifeless across Huascar’s carcass. It was then that my cousin, Timmy Garcia, arrived on the scene with the police. “Bolivian People’s Police!” shouted an officer. “Justino Rodrigo Diáz and company! Please follow us back to assist us in our investigations!” Within seconds, Duarté and Diáz were cuffed up and led away by the police, as were all their surviving minions. “Is Eudora safe?” asked Don Bernardo, noticing that Eudora was asleep on the back of Princess Twilight. “I think her mother and I want her back. We’ve already lost our three oldest kids.” “She’s safe,” said Timmy; “and don’t you worry, Uncle and Auntie; she’s just catching up for all those lost nights. Rest assured we’ll return her to you now.” Princess Twilight slowly trotted up to the León parents. “Behold, your daughter,” she said. “Gracias,” said Don Bernardo, as he gently lifted Eudora’s sleeping body off Princess Twilight’s back. He and Isabella slowly walked away with the sleeping Eudora piggy-backing on him. Now only Timmy and I, as well as all the ponies, were left on the battleground of Chaco pavilions. “I can’t believe this is what happened,” said Timmy, as he gazed on at the wreckage. “This is the worst war we’ve fought since I went to study in Syldavia! Una pena indescriptible Que jamás me dejará Solo hay sillas en las mesas Mis amigos ya no están. De revolución hablamos La flama se encendió Le cantaron al mañana Y el mañana no llegó. Desde aquella mesa vieja Otro mundo renacer Y se alzaron con sus voces Los puedo oír aquí Con su palabra y su canción. Sus almas se fundieron Pero el sueño se esfumó Se fue. Oh perdón, perdón amigos Me salvé y ustedes no Esta pena indescriptible Jamás me abandonó. Veo su rostro en las ventanas Su presencia viva está Solo hay sillas y en las mesas Donde nadie cantará. Mis amigos no pregunten Si su muerte servirá! "Empty chairs and empty tables"... Y su canto ya no está. “It is all right, cuz,” I said to Timmy, “but we’ve won. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made.” “What a sacrifice!” cried Flash Sentry, taking me aside momentarily to gently nuzzle me. “See? Huascar was such a friend to you, he even laid his own life down for your sake!” I said nothing in reply but just cried onto Flash Sentry’s mane. “You should give Huascar a good funeral, amigo,” said Thunderlane. “I still can’t get over it,” I said. “I can’t believe that HE was the Papa I was looking for all along!!” “Just because he was your papa, that rat,” said Braeburn, “does not mean it’s the end of the world. I mean, come on! Where was your father when you needed him most? He picks up and leaves and there's bad things he does. You tell me your bloodline's made that way, You tell me your dad has gone astray, And you don't feel like carrying on. You're stranded in life cos of him and you know. You figure that now there's a curse on your soul. You tell me you'd like me to change your mind? Read all of Ezekiel 18 and find The child don't need to bear the brunt. Cos you had a bad dad, so baby what now? Who said your dad's son can't just turn it around? In case you dunno, I'll show you couple guys; The worst in the Bible, but their kids were all right. You had a bad break, your family's gone awry, But calm it back down, baby really don't cry. You have a better fate -- you gotta have faith. Well you need to cruise by Psalms today The 27th chapter; what does it say When Dad don't seem to care at all? Cos you had a bad dad, so baby what now? Who said your dad's son can't just turn it around? In ages long ago, King Ahaz was a guy Who was worthless and vile, but he had Hezekiah. And after that day, King Amon arrived, Who brought a black cloud, but his kid was Josiah. Who brought a better day... ooh, follow me! Second Kings 16 through 23 shows you how things can turn around. Kings Ahaz and Amon were vile to the core, But they had the most righteous sons to be on the throne. Yeah... So where was your daddy when you needed him most? Ooh, you know what? You need to believe in a Dad you can trust. Cos you had a bad dad, so baby what now? Who said your dad's son can't just turn it around? In Second Chronicles 28 thru 35, King Ahaz was reviled but they loved Hezekiah. And what about Amon? He was despised, But how they loved his son Josiah; You have a better fate -- you gotta have faith! Thus Braeburn softly sang as he gently nuzzled me. “You’ll be all right, Alberto,” he said. “You can begin afresh — and that’s exactly what you’re gonna do!” “Princess Twilight has prepared a room for you in Canterlot,” said Derpy. “You won’t have to walk upon this horrible sod anymore. You will live in eternal bliss!” “But first,” said Big McIntosh, “I think your national government wants to congratulate you for winning the TF2 Championship and also saving your people. Go and have a rest first. Tomorrow you’ll be seeing your president.” It was true; the following day I met President Evo Moralés in the local parliament; he congratulated me and presented me with our local Bolivian knighthood, the Order of San Fernando (OSF). For the first time in history, I would be addressed by the general public as “Don Alberto”. Tragic news arrived shortly after my knighthood. Don Francisco had escaped from prison!! He was now like a wild goose on the loose….. * * * FLUTTERSHY: I heard about Don Francisco’s escape but I was not fearful in the least. I knew what I had to do. It was a good thing that me and my fellow ponies were stationed all around Bolivia, ready to defend anytime. I saw Don Francisco limping near the river Orinoco, leading up to Venezuela. He was nuzzling a bright red rose (not half caring if there were bees inside it!) and singing this weird song: Rose, Rose, I love you, With your almond eyes! Fragrant and slender, Beneath the tropical skies. I must cross the seas again And never see you more. Way back to my home On a distant shore! That was when his eyes met mine. “Caballo viejo pequeño,” he said, sounding half deranged and half sarcastic, “doest thou bring tidings of peace?” “How can there be peace in Bolivia,” I said, “after all you have done? From the head to the toe, You’re defeated, don’t you know! You have caused so much grief, Now you’ll see just what we mean! As your guns have all made Many mothers childless now, So now will your mama Be childless among women! Fly away, fly away, fly away! And so singing, I pointed my pistol at the deranged Don Francisco, who was clearly unable to defend himself. “This is the kiss of a pony!” I yelled, shooting him in the neck. “OWWW!!!” howled Don Francisco, grabbing his neck and falling to the ground, still alive but mortally wounded. “Are you choking on your blood?!” I mocked him. “You tortured me way too much! You tortured poor Alberto way too much!” “Help me!” gasped Don Francisco, scrabbling on the grass like a madman. “My neck! OOOOH!!!” “Die in damnation!” I said. “Die! Die! DIE!” “Ah!” gasped Don Francisco, breathing his last. He’s dead, I said to myself, now I can consider forgiving him. All the same, I knew I had to give an account to Alberto about this…. * * * ALBERTO: Thank goodness Fluttershy came to our rescue just in time! But I was still not able to get over the fact that Don Francisco was after all my biological father. Fluttershy came to see me and told me that Mama was dying. I went over to visit Mama in the hospital. "Finally, my son, you've come to see me!" she said. "Mama," I said, "is it true that Don Francisco is my papa?" Mama choked back a sob. "Alberto, my son," she said, "I think it's time I told you the truth. Years ago, I was working for him as a dishwasher. He tried to rape me one day. I was not able to defend myself and ended up conceiving you. I fled from his house in great shame, knowing that it is illegal in all Latin America to abort babies. I raised you as a single mother, hoping that you would never find out the truth. I was actually quite shocked that you somehow bumped into him in your course of finding employment. Perhaps.... perhaps only.... it might be fate. "Don't hold it against him for having wronged you so often, son. Just remember that he was once your papa. I hope you can forgive him and me. We have wronged you greatly, Alberto..... "I can see your grandpapa and your grandmama.... they're calling me over for a chat..... I feel very tired...... I want to rest..... I want...." And with that, Mama's eyes closed as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber, never to wake again. She was 61 years young. Fluttershy and I could not help bawling our eyes out. That night, overwhelmed by emotions (especially because of Mama's death) and clutching my knighthood badge in my hands as I sat down on the benches of Chaco pavilions, I sang: So this is who I am, And this is all I know. And I must choose to live, For all that I can give, The spark that makes the power grow. And I will stand for my dream if I can, Symbol of my faith in who I am, But you are my only. And I must follow on the road that lies ahead, And I won't let my heart control my head, But you are my only. And we don't say goodbye, We don't say goodbye. And I know what I've got to be. Immortality. I make my journey through eternity. I keep the memory of you and me inside. Fulfill your destiny, Is there within the mild, My storm will never end, My fate is on the wind, The king of hearts, the joker's wild. But we don't say goodbye, We don't say goodbye. I'll make them all remember me. Cos I have found a dream that must come true, Every ounce of me must see it though, But you are my only. I'm sorry I don't have a role for love to play, Hand over my heart I'll find my way, I will make them give to me. Immortality. There is a vision and a fire in me. I keep the memory of you and me inside. And we don't say goodbye. With all my love for you, And what else we may do, We don't say… goodbye. Oh Señor! Mi oracion; llevo a Ti, con amor. Donde estás, quiero ir; Llevame, hacia Ti. Ven por mi, ven por mi, ven por mi! My words seemed to have some invocative powers, for at that moment nine cute furry ponies came walking up to me. Derpy, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Big McIntosh, Braeburn, Thunderlane, Flash Sentry, Snips, and Snails. Along with them was my cousin, Timmy. “I know it’s hard getting over it,” said Derpy, gently nuzzling me, “but you don’t have anything to fear now. We’ve prepared a place for you in Equestria, in Canterlot Castle. Princess Twilight Sparkle is getting it furnished for you now.” “Will those scums ever come back?” I wondered. “They will be well taken care of in London,” said Big McIntosh. “Trust that the British parliament will pass upon them a fair sentence.” “Just pass your earthly duties to your cousin and heir,” said Flash Sentry. “He’ll know what to do.” “Si,” I said. “Timmy, come here. On this page, I write my last confession. Keep it well, and share it with your church friends. It’s a story about the magic in love. The ponies taught me all the love, And now I can impart it unto thee! I passed the written page to Timmy. Derpy trotted up to me, as did the other ponies; and hugging me tightly, she sang: Come with me, where chains will never bind you! All your grief, at last, at last behind you! Oh Celestia, look down on him in mercy! My eyes welling up in tears, I sang: Forgive me all my trespasses, and take me to Thy glory! And suddenly, the next thing I knew, I was in a beautiful place of green hills, apple trees, and beautiful scenery, with all kinds of ponies (and the nine who were with me) around me, praising the magic of friendship and singing this song, which I joined in: Hoy el pueblo cantará En la penumbra va a surgir. Esta es la música de un pueblo Que a la luz se quiere unir. Alguien sufre la opresión La flama eterna alumbrará; Hasta la noche más obscura Final tendrá! Vivirán en libertad En los jardines del señor. Dejarán a tras la espada Volverán a su labor. Caerán las cadenas Que traen un futuro mejor! Ven y únete a luchar En la cruzada vencerás; Tras de la barricada Un nuevo mundo pronto surgirá. Hoy el pueblo cantará, Con el tambor se anunciará; Un nuevo mundo que mañana comenzará. Ven y únete a luchar En la cruzada vencerás; Tras de la barricada Un nuevo mundo pronto surgirá. Hoy el pueblo cantará, Con el tambor se anunciará; Un nuevo mundo que mañana comenzará. Comenzará! Comenzará! Comenzará!