80 Days: Under the Waves

by Sharp Spark

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My mistress was my sole concern, and we fled, galloping past unimaginable horrors in streets that I had walked only hours previous. I cannot speak of the carnage I witnessed, as alien beasts set upon unarmed sharkpony civilians, even mares and foals. Those who stood and fought back only drew the attention of more of the seemingly unending invaders, who attacked savagely with no sense of self-preservation.

It dwarfed even my own darkest memories of my time in the changeling invasion of Canterlot. Even in the worst of the bloody fighting in the streets it had been war. This-- this was simply slaughter.

We did not have a destination, and rationally, we knew that we could not leave the city. Only upon spying a bell-shaped iron vessel did I regain some composure and direct my mistress in that direction. I had to struggle to turn the rusty wheel on its hatch, but we hastily climbed inside and sealed the door shut. All we could do is pray for some miracle.

Then came a terrible silence, followed by an even more terrible noise...