Now that magical torches lit most of Tambelon, Tapper and Canary could see faint echoes of the town’s former “glory”, terrifying and wondrous both.
Two best friends walked down the ancient avenues, checking to make sure that everypony had reached their temporary “home” safely.
“Is this really the only way?” Canary asked.
Tapper shrugged, preferring not to think about what was yet to come.
Canary came to a halt, standing beside the cell she had one called home, “In that case… I wish you luck, I guess.”
The friends exchanged one final smile before parting ways.
It was nearly time.