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// Execution 
// Story: Kill Your Heroes 
// by pokefreak13 
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We entered the gardens and craned our necks to see the execution post. 
It was a log with rope attached to it. A large blood stained axe was dangling over it.
King Sombra walked out and everypony bowed low. Then the king cleared his throat.
"Today our guards found and captured ten rebels. Now they are here. Ready to pay the price." Sombra announced.
We all faked cheered. 
Then the doors opened again and ten poor excuses for ponies were led up onto the platform in very heavy looking chains.
A mare cried as a colt the color of chocolate was tied to the log. Then she pushed through the crowed until she was in front.
"Please." she cried.
"That's my son. Please have mercy on him." she begged.
The chocolate colored colt raised his head to look at his mother.
"It's okay mom." he said.
He tried to stay strong for his mom. However everypony can see the tears forming in his eyes.
Sombra glared at the mother.
"Your son broke the most very important rule. For that he must be punished."
The mother looked at her son for one last time before she blended back into the crowed.
The axe fell and we all closed our eyes as we heard the sound of the axe cut into flesh.



After the other nine rebels joined the chocolate colt, we were corralled back outside and ponies started their back breaking duties like the execution never even happened. 
"I can't believe that bitch of a king!" Finnick shouted. 
We were back at the well and, luckily, out of ear shot.
"Watch what you say!" I hissed.
My friend stomped his hoof.
"I can't help it! King Sombra just told that mother off without feeling just a pinch of guilt!" he said.
I sighed and nodded my head.
"Some day karma will bite Sombra right in the ass. But for now, we are at his rule." I pointed out.
Before Finnick could say anything else, two soldiers walked up to us.
"Section eight now." one of them commanded.
When Finnick didn't move as quickly as they liked, the soldier that spoke whipped my friend on the neck.
"Go." he barked.
My friends cursed under his breath and headed on his way.
Then the two guards looked at me.
"Section twenty." the other guard commanded.
I took my bucket and galloped to the sculptures.