As you spend more and more time in your cell you start noticing some things about the cell. You assuming the faint rumble sound that comes and goes might be the footsteps of those above you, you have no idea what all the other sounds are. You are trying to listen to another indistinct noise but your foot slips and the noise is overpowered by your foot sliding on the ground.
You sigh.
You honestly have no idea how long you have been in here. You have been being fed by trays being teleported into here with cold porridge and soggy toast for breakfast. Rarity made a much better meal.
~~~
“Thanks Rarity.” you place your fork down on the table.
“Its no problem Silver.” Rarity pauses, you know she wants you to say something.
“Since you’ve been feeling so romantic today how about we go out today?”
“Absolutely not!” you flinch at her outburst. “I’m sorry. I spend most of my free time out and about, I just enjoy our more... homely time together.” you get out of your seat.
“I understand.” you walk over to her and embrace her. Rarity responds by resting her head on you chest and wrapping her arms around your waist. “So what should we do today?”
“I just want to forget about the outside world today.”
“I have to go the race tomorrow.”
“I’ll be there Darling”
~~~
Funny about that. You now spend most of your time thinking about the outside world. You shift some more in your cell in order to get a little more comfortable, you had considered exercising in your free time but the space in really too cramped to do much of anything. Maybe you're just naturally lazy.
You still don’t know how long you’ve been in here or where you are to be exact. All you know is that the building outside look shiny, your little window faces a wall a very shiny wall.
You start to hear some shouting outside. It sounds like an entire crowd is riled up about something.
~~~
“Come on Silver!” Sweetie Belle screams!
“Silver!” part of the gathered crowd repeats after her.
“Go darling you can do it!”
You keep placing one leg in front of an other and keep plowing your way through the mud. The scent of mud, sweat and apples fills the air around you, a crowd of bystanders is gathered in stands watching you compete.
“Annnd! Silver! the new kid on the block just might beat our boy Mac at his own game!” Applejacks voice booms from a loudspeaker announcement.
You are competing in the annual Men’s Mud race, one of many events hosted at Sweet Apple Acres, to put your new Police training to the test. You had spend your childhood back in the Buffalo Tribe’s lands running similar events. After all sharing your criminal ambitions with your brother of course.
Big Mac is in the lead with you behind and Caramel behind you. The other competitors are all far back in the dust. You, Caramel and Big Mac have become close friends in your time here and have all practiced hard for this Event.
The three of you bolt your way through the waist deep mud. You are all coming up on the second to last obstacle, a steep hill. Big Mac starts up it and loses almost all of his speed and you and Caramel pass him.
“Caramel!”you hear Twilight blurt out in the crowd.
Just as you hit the slope of the hill you feel a wave in the mud that almost sends you into the mud. You look at the direction of the wave, it is Big Mac in a mad sprint that propels him ahead of you and Caramel again. You buckle down and run over the hill, still in third place.
You nearly fall back into the mud on the downhill but you manage to pass Caramel again. You are too tired to be able to understand the cheers or Pinkie’s announcements, the next few moments are a haze of mud and Mac’s ass.
You snap back to attention when you collide with the final obstacle, the wall climb. You had run straight into it, the wall is only six feet tall so it would not be a challenge in normal situations. Big Mac is struggling with his own weight in trying to get over the wall. You jump and grasp the top of the wall and pull yourself over, you fall over the wall. You land arms first and nearly avoid breaking your neck and drowning in the mud.
One hundred more meters until the finish,
You burst yourself out of the mud and sprint towards the finish.
The minute you cross the finish line you collapse to you knees.
“Silver!” Rarity runs at you and embraces you, she is wearing a raincoat to protect herself from the mud.
“arrghhh....” that is the best you can do at speech.
“annnndddd the winner is Mister Silver Weld!!!” Pinkie exclaims over the microphone.
You stumble through the trophy ceremony and clean yourself off and change to into a more civilized outfit. Rarity breaks off from the group and you find yourself alone together in Applejack’s farm house.
“Darling you may have won but you took a horrible fall.” Rarity says as she hands you a bag of ice. “Are you sure you are alright?”
“No. It hurts like a bitch but its nothing to go to the hospital about.” You put the ice on your back on the area that didn’t start to hurt until the adrenaline wore off.
“I don't want you in a wheelchair.”
“I’ve had worse.”
“Precisely why I want you to go see a doctor!” Rarity has a sad and desperate tone in her voice. She may be overreacting but she is acting out of genuine compassion for you, a mercy you’re not used to from anyone but your brother.
“Okay I understand. I’ll see a doctor in the morning.” Besides, you don't really want to live out old age are a barely mobile geezer.
“Silver I!... What?” Rarity looks absolutely flabbergasted, you are normally more stubborn with injuries.
“I don’t know. You probably got me to start thinking past next week.” Even with all the heist planning you never really imagined your future before.
~~~
Its a strange way the world works. Here in Equestria people are all born with a different magical ability, each inherited from the tribe they came from. Pegasus tribe have their speed and capacity for war, The Unicorn Tribe have a natural talent for magic and the Horse Tribe have a connection to the natural world.
The Buffalo tribe have the unique ability of survival.
The shouting outside intensifies just as you make that proclamation, then there is an explosion. Then another, then a few more.
Okay something is going on outside.
You hear an earth shattering but unnameable noise, screaming and sounds of gunfire.
Okay something is definitely going on outside.