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// Day 3 
// Story: Distorted 
// by Mr Xd2 
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Day 3: 
Cold, dark, wet, and locked inside a Canterlot prison. It is worse than you can think.

“Nnng” I groaned.

I opened my eyes to see a skeleton of a mare next to me. I screamed as loud as I could, even damaged I could make a mighty shout. Then a door opened, I could barely see who it was as I am still blinded. There was a Pony with a brown cloak on and two dark cloaked guards behind. The anonymous took of her mask and my eyes widened.

“Trixie..?” I asked

“Why, yes it is I Trixie!” She cackled 

I glared at her evil self then asked the most major question on my mind.

“I thought you died in the first war?!” I shouted towards her

“Ever hear of a trick?!” She replied 

She walked up closer to me with a dagger in her right hoof and put it to my neck. As she stared at my dead eye and I know exactly what she was thinking at that point.

“Any last words?” She laughed insanely.
“You’re mad.” I spat at her face.		

She smiled and wiped off the saliva off her disgusting smirk and she took away the dagger. Without any words she trotted away in glee and whispered to her guards. As then the two guards approached me I struggled to escape when one of the guards acted and beat the other guard. As I saw life before future ahead. The guard was actually a very old friend of mine…

“Octavia is that you?!” I was astonished to see.
“Yeah, you fool.” She was sarcastic “We need to go NOW”

She grabbed me and took me through every secret entrance in the palace. As the psycho returned and I can hear the gibberish she was shouting through the hallways realizing her prisoner was gone.