I'm No Legend

by Short Stories


Escape

She opened her eyes and staggered to her hooves, half terrified that whomever had put her in the dreadful place would do it again while she was unconscious. It filled her with delight to see that she was still on top of things--both literally and metaphorically--and looked around to try and see where she was.

Inky blackness surrounded her for miles. The ceiling she walked on was probably 6 feet in each direction, yet the room she was in seemed smaller. She approached the edge and squinted, hoping to see if there was some way out of the place, or to see if she could find a box that the rest of her friends were held captive in. As she squinted her eyes and leaned forward ever so slightly, she somehow saw a navy blue box on what she supposed was the horizon.

"Don't you worry, Rainbow Dash." At least, she assumed it was Rainbow Dash. "I'm going to set all of us free." With that, she fired up her horn and vanished in a blink of light.


Celestia struggled and strained against the tight ropes that bound her to the ground. She knew she had seen a somewhat clear view of the lowlife's face before they had taken her, but all she could say fr certain was that, whomever it was, had horns.

She would have used her magic to get out of the dank prison cell a long time ago. In fact, she did, once, but a horrendous device had electrocuted her to points of unimaginable pain, knocking her unconscious. When she awoke, she was back where she started. Nevertheless, she kept trying to put on a fight, even if she was incapable of moving.

"You're going to waste your energy, you know..." The scoundrel taunted, "why don't you save your energy, huh? Here. Have something to eat." She heard the door open and a plate skidded across the floor; she looked up in time to see the light show just the tiniest bit of their face; enough to recognize them. She gasped, collapsed to the ground, hitting the plate just right so the food went flying to the other side of the room.

"Tirek." She breathed, hardly paying any attention to her lost supper; she didn't even care. All she wanted to know was how he had escaped.