The ponies of Equestria are in chains, slaves to their gryphon masters. Hope for freedom has been all but crushed, leaving only prayer for their Goddess to protect them. She has heard them, and shall bring her wrath upon the monsters they serve.
“Wait for me in the Golden Fields, Morning Light,” she prayed as the last of her air escaped from her lungs, “I will be with you very soon.”
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“Do not give up so soon, my child.” A soft yet commanding voice echoed through her foggy mind, “You have gone through much to be free of your captors, do not give them the satisfaction of seeing you bend to the first obstacle that befalls you.”
Even as the light grew brighter, Autumn only wished that the voice would go away so she could rest, but no matter how hard she tired, she couldn’t seem to let go. As the warmth permeated her body, pain began to replace the numbing sensation she had come to know. Autumn winced as she tried to move one of her forelegs, the limb sending lances of pain up her spine even as she felt a gentle hoof hold her down.
Hmm... so perhaps a bit of a genre shift for the next part, from surviving oppression to surviving in the wild. Autumn's never left the farm before, right?
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You must rise Autumn; RISE!!!
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Shadow Quill, Messenger of the Moon.
Hmm... so perhaps a bit of a genre shift for the next part, from surviving oppression to surviving in the wild. Autumn's never left the farm before, right?