Pinkie's mysterious genealogy has been a mystery. Until now, and her ancient ancestor is possessing her using her Pinkie sense and is trying to take over Equestria.
Pinkie's mysterious genealogy has been a mystery. Until now when the CIG (Canterlot Institute of Genealogy) finds a shocking discovery about her past, and her ancestor Buzzsaw, a leader of a Pony extremist group called PWNY who want to erraticate all unicorns, pegasi, and more importantly the 3 alicorn leaders. Now all of this was all ancient history until now. Her ancestor now is possessing her with her Pinkie sense to free her ancestor and take over all of Equestria, and it is up to a small genious filly unicorn named Dee to save them all. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Celestia's best friend Millie Wood has always been her closest friend. Ever since Millie was abandoned and saved by the King, but when Celestia's crush, Prince Vladimir meets Celestia for the second time, he makes Celestia say something to her best friend that she is going to regret. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wait, what? That sounds like two different stories! What's going on here and how does this make any sense? Well reader, it will make sense just READ IT! This was written by my close friend Misamisa25, edited, and published by me (Krasniye) This is the first fic we have ever worked on so comments would be highly appreciated
Canterlot Institute of Genealogy 3124 Mane Ave. Canterlot, Equestria.
Your eminence princess Celestia,
Greetings oh wise and powerful monarch of dawn, we do regret interrupting your royal transactions, however we from the Canterlot Institute of Genealogy find it necessary to inform you of our recent findings which are to say the least, disturbing. We would like to draw your attention to a resident of Ponyville, by the name of: Pinkie Pie. Our good friend Twilight Sparkle has asked us to do some research on Miss Pie’s uncanny ability to see into the near future. Miss sparkle has informed us that this ability has been extinct for thousands of years, and was last seen in a region known as Prancilvania, being used by a group of earth pony cultists. These cultists operated under the name of “The Ponies Who Never Yield” or “PWNY” for short, they were a pony breed purity group, who preyed on pegasi, unicorns, and even ponies who took too long to get their cutie marks. She even discovered the identity of their leader: a young a zealous earth pony by the name of Buzzsaw, who had the same ability as Pinkie Pie. We have reason to believe that Pinkie Pie is the long lost descendent of Buzzsaw. Our theory is reinforced by Twilight's latest observations. Twilight has reported seeing Pinkie talking in strange tongues that have not been heard in thousands of years, and she was also showing sociopolitical, and violent tendencies to violence towards pegasi, unicorns, and a group of fillies that called themselves “The Cutie Mark Crusaders.” Twilight also said that this was quite unusual for Pinkie, who usually is friendly to everypony. We believe that Pinkie is also inheriting the personality of her evil ancestor as well as her powers. In response we have sent an agent down to Ponyville to assist Twilight in the investigation. We shall keep your highness posted on the investigation regularly.
Yours truly, The CIG
Chapter 1: Pinkie's Odd Behavior (Even for Pinkie)
Twilight rushed around her tree house in a frenzy trying to prepare her home for the arrival of the agent from the Canterlot Institute of Genealogy.
“Calm down Twilight there’s no need worry Pinkie is probably just going through one of her strange phases!” Spike explained trying to calm her down. Twilight made the guest bed and exchanged the pillow cases.
“Well what if it’s true that Pinkie is inheriting that evil mare’s powers and her personality…. I-I don’t want pinkie to turn evil!” Twilight cried in dismay.
“She won’t Twilight, so stop worrying; it's giving me a headache!” Spike stumbled away rubbing his eyes, and head.
Just as Twilight put the last of her books away there were three quick knocks on her door. Twilight dropped the all the books she was shelving, and poofed to the door. At the door stood a small unicorn no older than the one of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. She was light green, with a bright red mane, and no cutie mark.
“O-oh hello there… what do you need sweetie?” Twilight said in a kind, but slightly rushed tone.
“Oh hello, are you Twilight Sparkle?” the filly said nervously.
“Yes, do I know you?” Twilight responded awkwardly.
“Oh probably not I’m one of the newest entries into the CIG, so you have probably never seen me there.” The filly said.
“Twilight shook her head rapidly realizing that she was now talking to the agent that she had been expecting. “Wait, wait, are you the agent from the CIG that was sent for the Pinkie Pie case?” Twilight inquired.
“Yes, I am Dee Enae, but you can just call me Dee.” Dee bowed politely.
“Oh, well nice to meet you Dee” Twilight stepped aside, and motioned Dee into her home. “Wow, I’m surprised that someone as young as yourself could make it into the CIG! I’m impressed.” Twilight marveled, this pony reminded her a lot of herself when she was a filly, but even she was not smart enough to join an institute such as the CIG. Twilight lead Dee up the stairs to the guest bed. “Okay, make yourself at home, you’ll sleep here.” Dee observed the bed for a second or two, then floated her saddle bag on to her bed. Her eyes began to flutter with exhaustion.
“Hey Twilight do you mind if I take a nap before we get to work?” Dee asked in a sleepy voice. Twilight smiled. “Of course, I actually have some errands to run so go ahead and rest up, you’ve had a long trip.”
---2 hours later---
Twilight had finished all of her chores. She stopped by Sweet Apple Acres, and picked up a bushel of Granny Smith’s best zap-apples, and a few jars of jam, She also stopped by Fluttershy’s and helped her nurse a bear who had swallowed a parasprite, she modeled some ensembles for her friend Rarity, and she acted as a safety net for Rainbow Dash while she practiced for The Wonderbolts auditions (this was the most strenuous), and she picked up some sparkling gems for Spike. She finished early so she decided to pay a visit to the cakes and see if Pinkie was alright. When she got there she was shocked to find cake mix, bowls, and all sorts of odds and ends strewn about the house as if a hurricane had blown through. She heard hysterical crying coming from the back of the shop. In the corner were Mr. and Mrs. Cake, and their two foals, huddled together… shivering. Twilight ran over to them quickly.
“Wa-What happened?!”
“Pinkie, she went INSANE, she first tore up the house and then we saw her trying to kill our babies!” Mr. Cake cried.
“And-And she was chanting something about the purity of all ponies!” Mrs. Cake turned and sunk her face in her husband’s mane. Twilight now angry asked them:
“What direction did she leave?”
“We don’t know!” Mrs. Cake sobbed.
“All we heard was her mutterings something about needing to see Rarity for a sacrifice.” Twilight began to help the cakes to their hoofs. The two Cake Foals began to howl again.
“I’ll solve this. Something isn’t right with Pinkie, but don’t worry, we'll fix it.” With that Twilight turned on her back hoofs and cantered out the door. Mrs. Cake yelled after her:
“Be careful dear!” Twilight galloped back to her tree house.
“Dee, Spike wake up! Pinkie attacked the Cakes, and now she’s going after Rarity!” Spike bolted upright at the mention of Rarity.
“No. She isn't going to hurt MY Rarity!” Spike yelled and charged out the door towards Rarity’s boutique. Dee flung the covers off the bed and put on her saddle bag. She sprinted downstairs and joined Twilight.
“Okay Twilight let's go catch Miss Pie. I’m interested to see her symptoms for myself!” Dee said with an air of intrigue. They both darted out the door with lightning speed. “Dee I would take this a little more seriously if I were you!” Twilight cautioned. “Pinkie already tried to kill two babies, and she ransacked the place too!” Dee rolled her eyes.
“Oh please it can’t be THAT bad, can it?” They both charged through the doors to the boutique. “Yeah, I think it is!” Twilight yelled. The Boutique was a mess, fabric, and papers all over, it looked similar to the state of the Cake’s shop. Only this time Pinkie was there. She was tying a screaming and crying Rarity up to a strange looking generator standing outside what looked like some strange summoning circle. Twilight walked forward slowly trying not to draw Pinkies attention. Twilight continued forward until she bumped into something on the floor. She looked down and noticed a small mangled figure on the floor at her hoofs. It was Spike, he lay there unconscious, with blood running down the side of his face, and pooling on the floor. Twilight’s anger was kindled yet again. “Who are you!?” Twilight shouted. Pinkie Pie turned around to face the two unicorns in the doorway.
“Who me?” Pinkie pie said in her normal cheerful voice.
“I’m Pinkamena Diane Pie, silly!” She sounded like normal Pinkie Pie but something was wrong. Pinkie Pie's normal cotton candy mane was lying flat and straight, and she had an ominous and maniacal look to her eyes. Her coat was not the bright pink it once was; now it was dark and had no luster. Rarity screamed,
“It’s not Pinkie Pie, It’s not the Pinkie you and I both know!” Pinkie Turned and hoofed her in the face.
“Quiet you unicorn scum!” Pinkie laughed crazily. Twilight had seen enough, she charged at Pinkie full force. Pinkie observed her hoof apathetically, and as Twilight was about to tackle her to the floor, she threw a switch on the machine. A blue light shot out of the machine and caught Twilight and Rarity in midair; Rarity moaned in pain as her mascara was now dripping down her face.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Twilight aren’t we overzealous!” Pinkie smirked into Twilight’s glare. Then the magic from the machine dropped her on the floor, and she couldn’t move. It interrupted her brain signals to her muscles.
“We can’t start the party until the guest of honor arrives!” Dee cut in:
“What are you trying to summon?” Dee queried.
“You’re long lost ancestor Buzzsaw the lacerator?”
“Teehee, how’d ya know?” Pinkie giggled.
“I did my research; how in the hay are you going to summon you’re evil thousand year old ancestor?” Dee was angry but still rather curious. Pinkie frowned, obviously annoyed with the boring concept of explaining things.
“Well first I gotta perform this ritual using unicorn magic, since that prissy pony hooked up to my little machine refused to help me by using a time travel spell. Then I gotta go all the way to Prancilvania, and then I will become one with my Mistress, the all-powerful Buzzsaw the Lacerator.” With that Pinkie Pie let out a demented bout of laughter that caused the air to go cold. Pinkie finished laughing with a small snort and continued. “And once that’s done, she will return through the portal, kill Celestia and Luna, and rule over all of Equestria, and then the whole World, as Goddess! So without further ado let’s get the party started!” Pinkie turned to the machine and pulled a second lever with her teeth. Dee could only watch as a black portal opened in the middle of the seal on the floor. Just then a rainbow blur whizzed through the doorway over Dee and the paralyzed Twilight. The rainbow flew straight at Pinkie Pie who was too busy gleefully giggling to notice. Pinkie Pie was thrown to the ground, the rainbow was actually a blue pegasus with a rainbow mane, who was now on top of Pinkie Pie beating her silly with her hoofs. “Snap out of it Pinkie, are you INSANE!” The pegasus continued to try and talk sense into the crazy pink pony, but it was no use. Pinkie rolled over and pointed to the humming portal. Out of its depths crawled at least a dozen completely black earth ponies. Each wore a set of sharp and cruel looking armor, that bore the insignia of a circular saw on the crest. Each of them also had a set of blood red eyes that could even make the fearless Wonderbolts tremble in terror. Pinkie gave Dash a look of pure malice that made Rainbow Dash shudder. She knew she was outnumbered. Pinkie bucked Dash off, and ran for the portal. Dash whistled loudly and a whole group of ponies charged into the scene. They were all lead by a mare who was gold and orange; she was closely flanked by a large red stallion, and a shy looking yellow and pink pegasus. “Alrighty everypony, stop Pinkie from gettin’ to that portal!” said Applejack. It was a frenzy, of hooves, bleats, bellows, and dust. Rarity began to cry even harder now, her friend had gone insane, her BEST friend was unconscious on the floor, and now her boutique was being destroyed! The shy looking pony Dee had seen before now had on an expression of absolute rage, and was bucking and hoofing every black pony in sight. Dee moved carefully through the chaos and caught sight of Pinkie Pie sneaking under the menagerie and moving towards the portal. Dee ran towards the portal praying to Celestia that she could stop that madpony before it was too late. A silver pegasus swooped down and tried to knock Pinkie away from the portal, but she was intercepted and delivered and roundhouse buck that sent the poor little pegasus flying out of a window. Dee had to act quickly. Pinkie gave out one last evil laugh in victory.
“Weeeeeeeeee! Nopony can stop her return, or the return partaayyy!!” With that she dove into the portal and vanished. The orange pony who was occupied with about three of the armor clad stallions cried,
“You there, with the red mane, follow her! You are Equestria’s last hope!” She looked at Twilight who was regaining mobility. Twilight looked at her and screamed,
“Go! You can do this Dee Enea, I belive in you!” Dee gulped and plunged herself into the dark, mysterious Portal.
Celestia awoke early as she always did. She yawned and stretched out her legs, and shifted the covers off herself.
“Blegh why does father always insist I wake up this early?” She said to herself mid-yawn. She glanced over at the balcony and at the now rising sun. She trotted to the railing and leaned over towards the beautiful, warm sun.
“I can’t wait until my sister and I get to take over for Father as the guardians of Day and Night!” She leaned her chin on the railing dreaming of the day. She would receive the greatest power of any pony in Equestria, and her mane and coat would resonate with the power and glitter of the sun! She began to doze off, enthralled by her imaginings, unable to stay awake. The door to her bedroom opened a crack, as a figure slipped into the cavernous room. A silver pony tiptoed silently behind the princess, with a playful beam spread across her face. She began to snicker as she crept to the right side of Celestia.
“GOOD MORNING YOUR HIGHNESS!!!” The pony yelled at the top of her lungs. Celestia jumped about ten feet in the air and her wings kept taking her higher as she screamed in fright. Celestia looked down to make out what had startled her. She smiled when she saw it was her attendant and best friend Mille Wood. Millie was on her back rolling on the floor, roaring with laughter. When Celestia finally landed Millie was snorting and giggling so hard that she even let a little neigh pass her lips.
“Oh wasn't that hilarious Millie!” Celestia said as she swallowed her embarrassment.
“Oh yeah it was Princess, you should have seen the look on your face, it was priceless!” Celestia laughed a little then strode over to her servant who was still on the floor stifling snorts. Celestia helped her to her feet with her magic, and dropped her abruptly; Millie stumbled a little bit. “So your majesty what’s on the agenda today?” Millie accompanied Celestia to her ornate pearl washroom.
“Well the only thing I MUST do today is attend the gala father is throwing in the courtyard tonight; it’s his and my mother’s thousand year anniversary!” Celestia said with enthusiasm.
“Yeah, and guess who’s coming?” Celestia squeaked. Millie guessed fruitlessly
“Uh you’re parents?” Celestia looked disappointed at her friend’s inability to answer her question,
“Well yeah them… and Prince Vladimir from Prancilvania!” The two fillies began to giggle. “He is sooooo dreamy!” Celestia said blushing. Celestia had a soft spot for Prince Vladimir ever since he first came to Canterlot with his father King Nosferatu, at the Grand Galloping Gala. He was tall for his age; he was pure white with a long and flowing silver mane. However the most enticing thing about him was his mysterious Orange eyes. She only met him once; in the gardens.
“I accidentally bumped into someone in the gardens, I heard someone say sorry. I looked up to see and it was him!” Celestia turned red at the embarrassment of the memory.
“I remember turning as red as an apple. He tried to start a conversation but I galloped away mortified.” Celestia looked regretful.
“So you’ve been smitten ever since?” Millie ventured.
“Indeed.” Celestia said still blushing a little.
“But, I’m going to talk to him this time!” Celestia announced triumphantly. Millie smiled,
“Well then Princess, we need to get you all spruced up for tonight!” Celestia’s face lit up.
“Hey I have an idea, let’s go dress shopping today, you and I can get complimentary ensembles, and we can go to the gala together!” Millie lowered her head,
“No Princess, I’m just your lowly servant, I don’t deserve to go to the royal gala, or wear a dress that matches one worn by the princess; it's unheard of!” Celestia stared at her in disbelief.
“What are you talking about? You’re my best friend, I couldn't think of anypony better to take with me to the gala.” Celestia lifted her friends head up. Millie mumbled
“I still don’t…”
“No, no, no, no, I order you to accompany me to the gala as my personal guest!” Celestia said in the Royal Canterlot Voice, blowing Millie back a little.
“Okay, if you insist..” Millie smiled,
“Thank you princess.” Millie finished brushing Celestia’s mane, and the two ponies ran happily out the door down to the city below.
The streets bustled with excitement and anticipation of the royal anniversary gala. The many dress shops in town were completely packed with mares picking up dresses to wear that evening. Celestia leaned over to Millie
“How are we going to get into one of these places? All of them have lines that stretch outside the doors!”
“I’m not sure Princess; I guess we could look in the lower districts for a smaller, less known shop.” Millie suggested trying to stay upbeat.
“Okay, those sounds good; and please call me Celestia!” So the two fillies wandered down the winding streets of Canterlot.
“Princess, err, I mean Celestia there’s a question I’ve wanted to ask you for some time now…” Millie stared at the ground.
“Hmm?” Celestia answered.
“Well I was just curious why you picked me to be your servant in the first place. I mean there’s all those other ponies out there that are so much better than me; I’m just a dumb earth pony.” Celestia stopped her in her tracks in front of some run down houses.
“Oh Mill, are you still caught on that whole ‘not being worthy’ issue?” Millie nodded her head. Celestia sighed.
“Well Millie y’know how you’re an orphan?” Again Millie nodded her head.
“My father said that he found you abandoned inside this very house.” Celestia pointed to one of the old houses that had boards over the windows. Millie stared at the house and was hit by small snippets of memories surrounding this house. She noticed the insignia on the door and moved for a closer look. It was a circular saw with the name Wood etched into the weathered maple. Millie ran a hoof along the serrated teeth of the saw blade. She turned back to Celestia.
“So how did I end up in the service of the Princess, instead of some orphanage?” Millie prodded.
“Well you were given to me by my father when I was born. You were to be my sworn protector all the days of your life. So it was fate that put us together Millie, and fate provided me with a lifelong friend, and companion.” Celestia ran up to her friend and put her front hoofs around Millie’s neck. “And I couldn’t have asked for a better friend, even if I tried.” Millie smiled as if a burden had been lifted off of her back. Celestia drew back and grinned,
“Okay, let’s go find that dress shop... well that is, if we can find one!” The two trotted away from the creepy looking run down shack that used to be Millie’s home. They walked for a few minutes until they saw a small hand-painted sign outside one of the many little shops on Stirrup Street. In beautiful cursive read Erudite’s Ensembles. Millie and Celestia high hoofed in victory. Millie pushed through the door, and a small bell rang upon entry. She held the door for Celestia as they moved into the small boutique. They looked around the tiny shop, in search of the owner, however all that could be seen was the manikins that stood around the edges of the shop. Celestia took point and walked casually up to the counter at the far end of the store. Celestia noticed a call bell on the desk, and rang it several times. A voice from the back called
“Be with you in a minute!” Celestia and Millie looked at each other. A second later a white unicorn with a curly purple mane strolled out to meet her customers. She immediately began sizing them up, and taking measurements with her tape.
“Hmm, looking for dresses for the to wear to the royal anniversary, are we?” The white unicorn asked.
“Well my name is Erudite and, if I do say so myself I make the best ensembles in all of Canterlot! I just don’t have the bits to rent a venue in the upper district so I have to settle with this humble little boutique.” Erudite laughed trying to hide the color in her cheeks.
“Okay girls, what are you looking for? I guarantee they will be finished before the gala!” Erudite smiled as she finished with the last of the measurements. Celestia and Millie assaulted Erudite with a dragon’s share of ideas and requests. Erudite used her magic to take notes while she began sketching with a pencil in between her teeth. When the two exited ponies had finished, Erudite paused to catch her breath.
“Alright I’ll have them finished tonight, so come by before the gala and you can get dressed here!” The ponies nodded in agreement. As they headed out the door Erudite called after them:
“I didn’t catch your names!” Celestia turned back.
“This is Millie, and I’m Celestia!” Erudite was shocked.
“Celestia, as in Princess Celestia?!!!” She looked back again and they were gone. Erudite was possessed now; she had to make the best ensembles in all of Equestria, because she was designing for The Princess!
The sky began to darken as day shifted to night. The streets were empty of anypony except two little fillies walking down the shadowy streets. They skipped cheerily down Stirrup Street to pick up their new dresses.
“So what did King Solstice say when he found out you went out shopping by yourself without the royal guards?” Millie inquired.
“Oh y’know he wasn’t thrilled, but Dad said he ran out by himself all the time when he was a young; that’s actually how he met Mom” replied Celestia. They reached the shop about an hour before the start of the ball. Erudite welcomed them this time with a great deal of reverence. She gestured gracefully over toward a pair of manikins. They wore the most elaborate outfits that were decorated brilliantly with rare jewels, and made with the softest and most luminous silk. They both were the same dress only they had different colors that were meant to resonate perfectly with the colors of their new owners. The fillies' eyes widened with awe.
“These are my two greatest works I have ever created and I’m glad that these will be worn by the princess and her friend!” They dressed in the back and strolled out to the front of the shop admiring their new dresses. Erudite smiled at her creations and the two ponies as she wiped sweat from her face with a rag. Celestia was the first to speak,
“These truly are the best I’ve ever seen in all of Canterlot; absolutely beautiful!” Erudite was choking up now. She bowed again and whispered,
“Thank you for your kindness, your highness.” Celestia beamed. Millie tapped Celestia, motioning that it was time to go. Celestia thanked Erudite and moved toward the door.
“One of the royal guards will be by with the payment for your services.” Celestia and Millie walked out the door and made their way up the winding streets of nocturnal Canterlot. As soon as they left the boutique a Stallion pulling a large cart delivered several large sacks full of bits. Erudite called after the stallion who had excused himself after he unhitched himself from the large cart, “this is far too much sir!” The stallion was gone. On one of the bags was a note that read
“Thank you for these smashing dresses, good luck in the upper district we’ll put in a good word for you- Celestia.” She began to tear up, until she finally cried. Walking into the Gala was like walking into heaven. Aromas of the best food in Equestria filled the fillies' nostrils first. The sights were equally impressive. There were all types of ponies mingling and merrymaking. All of the dresses worn were lovely but none of them came close to Erudite’s Ensembles, that were already attracting the attention of the crowd. Celestia saw her father on the palace steps with his wife. He called for silence, “All ye, my wife and I all thank you for attending this celebration of our matrimony! Please enjoy the festivities!” King Solstice stepped back and the gala officially began. Celestia and Millie had the most grand time they had ever had in their entire lives. Celestia had learned a new dance move from Millie called the “Breakdance.” And Celestia and Millie won the friendship dance competition by a long shot when they both began break dancing, and wiped out the competition (good thing Celestia was a princess or they would have been booted). They laughed so hard as they left the dance floor.
“Hey, I’m hungry” Millie said as her stomach began to rumble. Celestia wasn’t hungry. “Okay go get some food and we’ll meet up in the gardens.” Celestia said hiding her agenda. Millie nodded,
“Okay I’ll meet you there in about half an hour.”
Celestia meandered through the mass of guests and revelers. After a few minutes of dodging and weaving she finally stood at the front of the gates of the Canterlot Gardens. She pushed through the gate and peered around looking for the Prince. Not seeing him, she walked in disappointed. As she walked to peer sadly at some roses that were planted near the entrance, a deep and smooth voice drifted into her ears.
“Hello, I remember you from the Grand Galloping Gala, I was quite sad when you left with such haste!” Celestia turned to see a magnificent stallion with a long and lustrous silver mane, and intense fiery eyes now staring directly into her own. She felt heat in her face.
“How do you do?” She said instinctively, trying to look as regal as possible. Vladimir saw right through her with those burning eyes.
“There is simply no reason for you to be nervous Celestia my dear!” Vladimir cooed softly. Celestia was still shaking.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I mean it’s just that…I just…” Vladimir silenced her with a kiss. Now Celestia's face was red as an apple, however she was quite enjoying this moment. She leaned toward the Prince and kissed him gently. She was completely under his spell. Vladimir motioned to the balcony,
“Let’s go somewhere a little more…romantic.” Celestia only nodded and followed him feeling if she was floating in the clouds. They walked to the balcony and Vladimir took Celestia’s hoof in his.
“What do you say we get a better view?” They took off and headed for the clouds above, where they would not be disturbed.
Millie strolled casually into the gardens feeling quite full, happy, and satisfied. She sat down on a bench near some red roses. She sighed, and laid down across the bench trying to digest all of the goodies. Millie stared lazily up into the stars and clouds. She saw a peculiar looking cloud formation that looked like two fillies holding hoofs. “Hmm looks like Celestia.” Suddenly Millie’s face went blank. She galloped to binoculars mounted on the railing of the balcony and distributed a couple bits. She focused on the cloud and saw Celestia sitting next to a very strapping and handsome looking young alicorn. She chortled to herself.
“I don’t bucking believe it; that was fast!” Millie giggled in a filly-like fashion.
“Oh I can’t wait to meet him!”
After an hour or two the alicorns swooped down from the puffy clouds and landed majestically in the garden. They nuzzled affectionately. They walked together past Millie who was napping on the bench. Celestia noticed her and shook her awake.
“Oh Millie, I had such a wonderful…” Millie cut her off
“Time with the Prince, on cloud nine?” Millie laughed a little. Celestia looked embarrassed almost to the point of anger.
“And just what were you doing watching us!” Celestia’s eyes flashed with an unfamiliar and venomous light. Millie was taken aback by Celestia’s tone.
“I was having a private moment, and you were intruding by spying on me?! Just leave us alone, okay!?” Celestia yelled caustically turning her head up away from her friend. Millie’s eyes filled with tears.
“I thought… I thought we were friends!” Millie said in a cracked voice.
“Why the Hell would I be friends with an earth pony peasant!” Celestia’s eyes were now beyond recognition to Millie; the caring and beautiful eyes were orange and angry. Millie lost control of her tears. She turned and galloped away sobbing uncontrollably. She cantered so fast that she ran right into Prince Vladimir, who pushed her away roughly so that Millie lost her footing and fell into a server pony that had a tray with at least a dozen cocktails. Millie was showered in glass and cocktail and completely soaked. To her dismay everyone in the garden was pointing at the drenched crying earth pony and laughing madly. She glimpsed Celestia and Prince Vladimir laughing with the rest. She felt a pain inside her as her heart was torn to pieces. She ran out of the gala as fast as she could. Vladimir laughed so hard that he lost focus for a split second. Celestia’s eyes turned to their normal color. She felt sick as if she had just been released from a puppeteer spell. She saw her friend cantering out of the gala at top speed leaving a trail of tears and alcohol behind her. She looked horrified.
“What did I say… what have I done!?” Guilt hit her like the worst crash she had ever had in flight training. Tears began to well in her eyes. She tried to run after her but Vladimir caught her.
“Oh she’ll be fine, babe!” Prince Vladimir said trying to laugh it off. Celestia hoofed him in the face as hard as she could, and pulled away.
“Don’t EVER speak to me again, you monster!” Celestia unfurled her magnificent wings and took off after Millie. Vladimir rubbed his face with a hoof,
“Stupid bitch,” he muttered trotting away towards the palace. Millie ran to the only place she could think of. She ran down Stirrup Street in the inky blackness and arrived at her destination. She stared up at a dark and run down building, and pushed on the saw insignia on the door. The door opened immediately and shut behind her and locked with a click. She walked miserably to the downstairs washroom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror; her once magnificent dress was now completely ruined, and her mascara dripped down her face and stung her eyes. She stared for a while.
“I’ll... I’ll make them pay! I’ll make all of them pay!” She screamed and pounded her hoof on the counter causing it break into pieces. She knew what she was going to do; she devised a plan, a wonderfully awful plan to get revenge on that scum prince who stole Celestia away from her. She trembled with rage tears beginning to wet her eyes once more. She found a hooded cape in a chest upstairs and threw it over herself. She found a can of kerosene lamp fluid. She poured it over all of the furniture. She held a match between her teeth and struck it on the rough brick wall of the living room. Millie spit it at a soaked couch and it burst into flame instantly. She moved quickly for the back door. She exited into a dark alleyway, not once looking back at the inferno that was her family's house. she skulked away silently up towards the Canterlot palace keep, where the prince was staying the night.
Celestia searched everywhere through Canterlot but couldn’t find her friend. She began to panic fearing the worst.
“What if she left?! What if she does something she’ll regret, what if she kills herself!?” Celestia was petrified. Celestia then smelled smoke and noticed an orange glow in the far distance, in the lower district. She flew swiftly towards the burning house. When she was close enough to notice the appearance of the house she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. It was the Wood family house… Millie’s old house. Celestia kicked in the door, and scanned the burning wreckage for her friend. She made her way into the washroom, barely being missed by a flaming beam falling from the ceiling. On the ground was what remained of a dress, the same type of dress that she was wearing. The condition of the house continued to worsen, and she heard no pleas for help. Celestia darted for the door using her magic to shield her from the scorching heat. She made it out in the nick of time; the house collapsed behind her. Celestia fell on her face and wept violently, as she thought of her friend being burned alive and not caring.
“What have I done, WHAT HAVE I DONE!!!” she repeated pounding the cobblestone with her hoof.
Millie had made her way up the snake-like streets back to the palace courtyard. The gala still continued and the guests talked normally. For the first time she was grateful for all of these disgusting little ponies; they would make her entry into the well-guarded guest tower easy as pie. She skirted the crowd and darted from cover to cover toward the tower doors. There were two burly looking stallions guarding the entrance. As she began to ponder how she was going to get past the guards, King Solstice made another address inviting all of the guards to get a free drink. The stallions moved away excitedly from the entrance heading for the drink bar. Millie couldn’t believe her luck. She slipped unseen into the keep. It was dark inside, with only a few candles lighting the spiral staircase that led up to the bedroom. She zipped up the stairs, her rage driving her to run faster and faster. At last she reached the top and was standing in front of a large wooden door adorned with the royal seal. She took a deep breath, and rekindled her rage to give her the strength she needed. She opened the door and slipped in silently. She noticed the prince leaning out the balcony, staring at the moon. She moved over towards the balcony but noticed the bed. There slept the king Nosferatu with a bottle of spiked apple cider; obviously he had drank too much. She moved over to him and hovered menacingly over him. Millie took a pillow from the bed and pressed it over his snout. He began to struggle for breath, and awoke. Millie pressed harder and harder. The kings eyes were wide with fear as he tried to scream for help, but his cries were muffled by the pillow. He kicked wildly trying to free himself from Millie’s grasp but it was no use. Millie felt tears of hate streaming down her face. The king slowly began to stop kicking until he moved no more. He fell limp in Millie’s grasp. She pulled the pillow away. She was shaking all over as the adrenaline kicked in. Now that the king was out of the way she went for Vladimir. He still stood there; he had not noticed her. Millie snuck up behind him hoofs at the ready. Vladimir yawned and turned around. He jumped when he saw the dark pony standing there in a black cape glaring balefully up at him.
“Well well, who do we have here? The disgusting earth pony friend of Celes….?” Millie lunged at him screaming crazily and tackled him to the ground. She tore into him making it as painful as physically possible.
“SHUT YOUR BUCKING MOUTH YOU BASTARD!!” Millie yelled. Her tears mixed with the blood of her victim that spattered onto her face. She had lost all sense of conscience now she was now possessed by pure hatred. Millie stopped for a second huffing and sobbing. The mutilated prince, now barely conscious, coughed,
“You…you wench you will burn in hell for what you did to me, and my soul will haunt you until the day comes when you finally die!” he began to laugh, and cough up blood. A surge of anger caused Millie to smash Vladimir’s throat with her hoof.
She sat on her haunches staring at the torn corpse of the Prince Vladimir. She had to leave Canterlot, leave Equestria. She was now a wanted criminal for not only murder but regicide no less. She walked uneasily to the shower. She washed herself and thought of what she had just done. Strangely she felt not an ounce of guilt. She decided that she actually felt good. She began to snicker to herself, this was the most exhilarating thing she had ever done in her life. She stepped out of the shower and rubbed off the rest of the crimson stains from her hide. As she wiped off a large stain on her flank she noticed something new. A buzz saw with blood dripping from it was branded on her flank. Her cutie mark had finally appeared. She laughed at the irony; Celestia had always told her that she would have a beautiful cutie mark. Millie couldn’t wait to show Celestia her new cutie mark as she extinguished the life that broke her heart. A grim crept across her face as she imagined Celestia begging for mercy as she…. Millie thoughts were interrupted by the sound of hoofs walking up the stairs. Millie dashed out to the window and climbed onto the roof. A scream of horror followed her as the maid mare found the two corpses. Millie let out a maniacal cackle as she reveled in the moment. She ran to the roof top landing pad for the Prancilvanian chariot. The two pegasi who were pulling the chariot looked at her confused. She stared at them with fiery eyes, and they allowed her to board. They took off and headed due east towards the land of Prancilvania. Millie was no longer Millie, that part of her died back at her torched house. She would become the bane of all ponies one day, she would rule an empire, she would slaughter millions. On that night she was no longer Millie Wood, she was now Buzzsaw the Lacerator
Dee spiraled downward helplessly. The winds of the portal formed into a tornado that swallowed everything joyful and happy in Dee’s mind. The tornado seemed to have a mind of its own; it read Dee’s thoughts and surveyed her fears. The young filly began to see visions of the foulest nature that seemed as if they were designed specifically for her. She saw a young mare that looked friendly on one side of her face, and like a demon on the other side. The mare scoffed at her and spat obscene, and caustic language at the terrified little filly.
“Mommy!?” Dee screamed. The mare disappeared as suddenly as she had appeared. Dee closed her eyes as the misty remains of her ethereal mother filled her eyes and lungs causing them to become inflamed with unbearable pain. She felt a warm heat around her after the pain subsided. The heat grew in intensity until she opened her eyes and beheld the Horror that lay before her. She was lying in bed and her room was burning around her, destroying everything she loved. She saw images of her friends and her beloved princess Celestia smoldering in the intense heat. She tried to escape through the door but it wouldn’t budge because it was jammed. She began to panic as the flames grew closer. She glanced back and saw something out of the corner of her eye. She looked again, and glimpsed the same half monster, half mare as before who now stood in her room wearing a fire-pony suit and a breath mask; the flames and smoke made her look like a demonic reaper here to claim her soul. At the sight of her perverted and evil mother, she gave into despair and huddled in front of the door as her arsonist mother inched closer. She wailed hysterically as her mother attempted to push her into the white hot flames that surrounded them. Dee fell into the fire and began to scream expecting to smell her hide being incinerated, and the agony that followed. She noticed that the flames that licked at her body were not burning her at all, they were actually comforting her. She regained herself,
“How can this be possible!?” Dee wiped away the tears that ran down her face with a hoof.
“I must be dreaming, I must be!”
Dee awoke splayed across the ground, and completely disconcerted. Her eyes fluttered while she tried to gain her bearings. She raised her head to look around at her surroundings. She was lying in the center of a huge grassy field. She slowly got to her hooves, shaking her head violently. A stallion from a nearby shop galloped towards Dee.
“What in the hay are you doing, out in the open, you fool? Don’t you know it dangerous for your kind here?” Dee looked at him with dreary eyes, trying to decipher what he was saying; his words sounded like meaningless and angry babbling. The stallion kept up his verbal assault while Dee’s eyes began to flutter again. She grew dizzy and fell to the ground out cold.
***
In a dark castle lost in the dark mountains of Prancilvania, two black stallions dragged a terrified and scrawny looking unicorn through the cold and drafty hallways. The unicorn tried to bolt several times, this however was meant with a heavy blow from one of the quick stallions.
“You try and run again, we’ll make you wish you were sent to the torture chambers; they are a lot nicer down there than we are, they actually stop after a while.” The two black armor clad stallions broke into a fit of dark laughter that echoed through the shadowy halls. The Unicorn, not wanting to find out what they meant, obeyed them until they reached their destination, the throne room. A guard in a long crimson cape stood near the massive iron door that led into the throne room. The guard looked up at the unicorn and frowned,
“you came to the wrong place, kid.” He said in a gravelly voice.
“Looks like this will be the end of the line for you my little unicorn friend.” With that the guard swung open the mighty doors ushering them into the cavernous throne room. Anypony who had any sense of morals or decency, would have found the throne room utterly disturbing, and disgusting. The Unicorn observed the unpleasant stained glass windows that lined the side walls; each depicting a pony dying in some gruesome or humiliating way. The unicorn gulped as fear began to grip him again. The chandeliers high above in the rafters glow red instead of the natural orange, so they gave off an eerie glow. The decorations were a wide range of objects from sharp looking weapons and armor to cruel and painful looking torture implements. As they strolled onward the little unicorn looked up at the throne and the pony that sat upon it. It was a mare fairly young actually, with a shimmering silver coat and a multicolored mane. She looked like she was asleep, for she was lying on her side with her eyes closed. Strangely she had no guards surrounding her. The stallions approached the stairway that lead up to the throne, and dragged their prisoner with them. They knelt on their front legs and bowed their head to the mare.
“My lord!” one of them said in a booming voice.
“We have another one of the impure vermin!” The mare opened her eyes, she looked like she had just been through Hell.
“Oh it’s you Charcoal; oh how I hate it when you interrupt my meditation, you idiot!” The stallion stepped back in fear.
“I meant no disrespect lord Buzzsaw, I was only following your orders!” Buzzsaw rolled her eyes in annoyance.
“Well next time come in when I’m not sleeping or meditating, am I clear?!” The stallion bowed his head to the floor, while the other stallion chuckled in his hoof. Buzzsaw turned her attention to the still shuddering unicorn, whose eyes were now swollen by his tears.
“Take her to the dungeons, you know the drill.” Buzzsaw turned away and went back to meditating as the unicorn was dragged kicking and screaming out of the throne room and down into the dungeon. She silenced her thoughts about the unicorn and the guards interruption, and let her mind run blank. She heard laughing coming from the innermost part of her, the part where the torn remains of her soul lie in pieces. The cold laugh flowed into a taunting whisper. Buzzsaw shivered as the voice inside her tormented her, slowly tearing at her soul. The voice took the form of a handsome looking stallion with a silver mane and two cutting burning coal eyes. Sweat dripped down her face, as the stallion’s voice whispered, “I will haunt you forever, until you enter into dark gates of the hopeless abyss.” ***
Dee awoke and felt the warmth of blankets surrounding her body. Her head throbbed with pain as she tried to recall what all had transpired. Exhausted by the effort she gave up and relaxed. Dee stared up at the ceiling and then around the room. The room was dark but still cozy with a small fireplace built into the wooden wall. She noticed a window that was by her bed side. It was dark outside with the moon waning and giving off little light. She saw the dark outline of a mountain range in the distance. The mountains were surrounded by ominous clouds that shot claw-like bolts of white lightning every which way across the sky. The reply from the thunder shook the window pane. In a flash of light Dee swore that she could make out the outline of a castle hanging off of the side of the largest mountain in the range. The castle looked as if it were holding onto the mountain for dear life. Dee heard the door on the far side of the room creak open. She saw a pair of blue eyes out of the corner of her eye. She turned to see a middle-aged stallion standing next to her bed. He was tall with a green coat, and a blonde mane, and two worn and serious looking eyes. Dee stared up frightened at the stallion.
“You took quite a fall lass.” Dee was surprised at the kind tone he used; she had expected the worst. Dee looked at the stallion with a puzzled look printed on her face.
“Oh my, wherever are my manners; my name is Buck Testa.” The stallion bowed respectfully.
“You lass are lucky to have fell nearby my shop because your type is not welcome in this land, because of those P.W.N.Y thugs; I just happen to be part of the underground railroad.” Dee was stunned the portal HAD actually sent her to the past! PWNY, Buzzsaw, and Prancilvania; she had made it. Dee remembered her mission and leaped out of bed sending the covers to the floor.
“Easy there lass!” Buck Testa caught Dee as she was struck by another migraine, and grew dizzy.
“I..I have a miss…sion to…to. Dee said barely conscious the pain beginning to take her. Buck layed her back in her bed and fetched the covers from the floor beneath her and laid them gently over her. “You must rest! The fall you took gave quite the lump on your head.” The stallion sat down in a wooden rocker next to Dee’s bed.
“What was your name again lass?” inquired the big stallion as he poured Dee a cool glass of water.
“My name is Dee Enea” Dee answered weakly.
“Well it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss Dee Enea.” Buck said warmly. Dee managed a smile as she started to float the glass of water to her lips with her magic. Buck’s eyes grew wide with terror.
“STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!” Dee dropped the water all over herself. Dee annoyed said in a raised voice,
“What’s wrong? I’m taking a drink!” The stallion ignoring her angry tone lowered his voice,
“Their leader can sense magic when somepony uses it, so we may have some company very soon!” Dee’s eyes grew equally wide. There was a knock on the door in the next room that made the two ponies jump. Angry voices from the other side could be heard through the windows in Dee’s room. Buck pulled Dee off of the bed quickly and pushed a button that was hidden underneath a lamp. The bed moved to the side revealing a secret passageway underneath the bed. Buck motioned hurriedly to the dark stairway in the floor. Dee didn’t hesitate and moved quickly down the spiral staircase. Dee looked back to see if Buck was behind her, no one was there, only the darkness that surrounded her. She looked up to see the bed slide back over the secret passage. Dee looked away still shaking with fear and adrenaline. She galloped down the stairs fighting of the terrible aching in her head. She felt like she had been running for hours when she finally stopped to rest. She huffed trying to catch her breath,
“How far down does this go?!” She kept on walking and what seemed like an eternity later she finally caught sight of the landing. At the bottom of the stairs there was a single torch that flickered in its metal mounting on the wall. The torch illuminated the entrance to a pitch black, and uninviting tunnel. A cool breeze blew through the tunnel and whipped at her mane. For the first time since she had arrived here she felt a little bit of hope. If there was a breeze, that meant that this tunnel must lead outside! She took the torch from its stand and gripped it between her teeth. She turned back to the tunnel which was now illuminated by the orange flame of the torch. She strode through the small stone entrance of the tunnel.
The tunnel, like the spiral staircase seemed to go on forever. Only the tunnel proved far more unpleasant a journey than the staircase. The cold breeze seemed to chill Dee clear down to the bone. There seemed to be moans that were carried by the wind as well. Dee couldn’t decide if it was because of the wind whistling through tunnel…or something else. The moans seemed to become more defined and louder the further along she got. She began to shiver even more violently. She saw a light in the distance, a crimson light. She cantered towards the light and nearly ran into a metal grate that blocked the way. Dee pushed at the grate with a hoof. The grate fell forward easily and fell to the floor on the other side with a loud clang. The loud noise started Dee, who was trying her best to be stealthy. She no longer need the torch, so she left it back in the tunnel. She stepped into the crimson light. She emerged into a large, and perfectly square stone room that was cluttered with a potpourri of random junk. It appeared to be some sort of garbage dump. The crimson light came from a hole in the ceiling; there were no other fixture or anything of the sort on the walls or ceiling. Dee heard the moaning sounds again coming from a small grate on the opposite side of the room. She maneuvered through the piles of refuse trying her best to not move anything and make a racket. She reached the grate and moved a small sofa and a bucket of quills out of the way to get a clear shot at the grate. Dee pulled at a metal handle on the grate with little success; the grate wouldn’t budge. Suddenly the filly jumped at a loud rumbling sound that came from the walls that flanked her. The walls began to move slowly toward the center, taking the trash with it. Dee began to panic as the walls began to close in faster and faster causing all sorts of unwanted junk to fall and fly in every direction. Dee kicked at the grate furiously with her rear hoofs sweating as she felt death breathing down her neck. Dee looked back at the grate to survey the damage; it was severely indented but still intact. Dee had one last hope. The little filly galloped back about 10 feet or so and focused on the bent grate. She gulped and charged at the grate at full speed. She pushed the grate with all her might combined with the momentum of her charge. She burst through the grate and slammed into the wall on the other side of it. Dee slid down to the floor of the room and passed out from the impact.
Dee awoke late that night because of the front door opening and closing. She heard the clatter and clanking of metal in the entryway. Dee was suddenly wide awake. She recognized the sounds as her mother arrived home. She crept out of bed and peaked out of her bedroom door. Sure enough a familiar orange and red earthpony stood by the door. Dee raced to her mother who still hadn’t noticed her, for she was too exhausted from the day to notice. “Mommy!” Dee yelled happily. “How was your day at the station?” Her mother turned and smiled at her little filly; her face was covered with soot and mild burns. Dee skidded to a stop in front of her mother. “Mommy was there another fire today?” Dee asked concerned.
“Dee it isn’t polite to snoop, but if you must know then yes there was,” she answered. “There are fires every day, little one.” The tired mare hung up her jacket and the rest of her gear on a hanger in the entry way closet. A box of matches clattered to the floor below her jacket. Dee peeked over at the box on the floor but her mother moved quickly in front of it and blocked Dee’s curious view. Dee’s mother picked up her little filly by the collar of her pajamas. She tucked Dee back into bed and kissed her. Once her mother had left and went to bed and tried to go back to sleep. Dee tossed and turned but didn’t get a wink of sleep. “What was she doing with a box of matches? Weren’t fireponies supposed to put out fires?” Dee asked herself these questions over and over. It was about 3 in the morning, according to the clock on her bedside table. She again snuck out of bed and into the entryway carefully trying not to wake her mother. As she walked towards the closet she remembered reading a book on ponies who set fires on purpose. She remembered it vividly in her brain, and it had scared her; because of that she developed a strong fear of fire. She reached the closet, and opened the door with a creak. Through the darkness she expected to find her mother's fire gear, and was shocked to find it gone. Had her mother gone back to the station already? It was 3 o’clock in the morning. Dee sniffed the air. She smelled a faint scent of kerosene. “It was probably nothing,” she told herself. She began to feel faint as the fumes began to get to her. She leaned on the living room sofa for support so she could regain herself. The sofa was soaking wet, and the smell of kerosene accumulated around it. Dee became frightened, as the situation dawned on her. This was just like one of the arson cases she had read about; a case that occurred over a thousand years ago in the lower part of Canterlot.
She began to shiver as she felt a breath on her shoulder. She turned around slowly to come face to face with her very own mother who was nuzzling her. She was clad in her entire fire suit with her breath mask hanging from her neck.
“Hmm, oh little filly I thought I told you not to snoop. It would have been far less painful if you had went to and stayed asleep. Oh well then, I guess you’ll have to burn whilst you are fully conscious and awake.” Dee’s mother lit a match and tossed it onto some soaked curtains.
“Why mommy? I’m your only daughter!” Dee screamed at her. “I though you loved me!” Dee’s mother made a sour face.
“Well you see I hated you from the start because you are a unicorn! And I had to kill your father before I could finally have the chance to kill you.” Dee was stunned.
“YOU KILLED DAD?! But you were the one that tried to save him when his laboratory burned down; are you telling me that you set that fire!?” The twisted mare laughed,
“Of course, anypony who loves a mixed-breed pony deserves to die with you vermin!” The mare pulled her breath mask over her snout and tried to grab Dee. Dee’s mother yelled through her breath mask, “PWNY shall return and purify equestrian!” The young filly ran for the backdoor dodging flaming furniture. She yanked at the door desperately attempting to escape; but there were several railroad spikes jammed into the door frame that made opening it impossible. She looked back to see her mother walking casually toward her as her mask was reflecting the terrifying orange glow of the destructive flames. She was cornered with no apparent escape. She closed her eyes awaiting her imminent fate. Just then Dee heard a loud crash, and a stifled scream. She opened her eyes to see that the china cupboard had crashed down on her mother when the natural gas pipe ruptured and blown it over. Dee recognized this as her chance to escape. She jumped over her unconscious mother and dashed into the entryway which was now practically gutted by the flame. The only way out that wasn’t obstructed by fire was a window at the far end of the room. Dee charged at it staying low under the layer of toxic smoke that flowed out of the angry flame. Dee charged at the window and shot a blast of magical energy at it. The window shattered into a million pieces and Dee sailed through and tumbled on the asphalt street outside.
Dee awoke again outside of the dark garbage dump that had previously tried to kill her. She shook her head, “How do I not have a concussion by now!?” she asked herself as she rubbed yet another bump on her head as she thought about her latest flashback. “Even to this day,” she thought aloud, “I still can’t believe my very own mother would try to kill me.” Dee brushed a tear from her eye as she remembered how her mother had always tucked her in before bed and tell Dee how much she loved her. “All of it was a lie I guess.”
Dee lifted herself to her hooves and surveyed the area. It appeared that she was in a long tunnel; her voice and hoof steps traveled into the darkness, but she could hear no rebounding reply from the other end. She did however hear the same moaning sound from before. After hearing the moaning she knew that she must be heading in the right direction. Dee took a deep breath and expelled what felt like the excess fear that she was holding in side of her. She marched forward into the darkness hoping for the best; knowing that what was to come would be far worse than what lay behind.
The moaning grew louder and louder as Dee walked further and further into the bowels. The moan grew so loud that Dee felt as if the poor soul was standing right in front of her. Dee ran into something hard and was sent back onto her rear. The moaning stopped.
“Who’s out there?” a hoarse and weak male voice called out with a twang. Dee responded tentatively,
“Hello? Sir are you alright? Where are you?” The owner of the hoarse voice called out, “lLave this place! leave and never return! If ye value yer life, or yer dignity, then please leave little filly!” Dee felt along what she had ran into. It felt like a metal cage. Before too long she had found the door of the cage and the latch.
“Just a second sir I’ll have you out of there in a jif…” Dee was cut off by the stallion in the cage.
“LEAVE ME! SAVE YERSELF YE FOAL! If ye take the time to save me then THEY will capture the both of us, and we’ll both die!” Dee lifted the latch and the heavy metal door swung open. Dee could just make out the outline of a cadaverous stallion limping out the door of the cage.
“The way out is that way!” Dee pointed a hoof down the tunnel in the direction in which she had come. The stallion tried to push Dee toward the exit and kept repeating, “We gotta skedaddle on outta here!” Dee stood firm. The stallion yelled at her,
“What are ye waiting fer? They’re gonna to come fer us now!” Dee turned her back to the exit.
“Go on, I have a mission to accomplish!” Dee cantered past the cage and away from the pleading stallion. The stallion began to gallop toward the exit but stopped and looked back at the tiny filly heading off to certain danger all by her lonesome. He thought to himself,
“She saved my life! Now Ah must repay her kindness!” He turned and sprinted toward Dee in full throttle. Dee looked to the side of her and saw the dark outline of the stallion that she had rescued. “Well, I figured I couldn’t leave ye all alone in this here castle without a little bit of assistance!” Dee smiled; glad to have some company in this dark and frightening hellhole. “Allow me to introduce meself miss. The name is Greensward Apple, but ye can call me Sour Apple, er just “Sour” fer short; all ma’friends do. Dee huffed,
“Nice to meet you Mr. Sour Apple, my name is Dee Enea.” Sour chucked,
“Ah wish ah could shake yer hand Dee, but seen as we’re runnin’, Ah guess that’ll just have to wait.”
So Dee continued on her mission with a new companion to aid her travels. Into the bowels of the castle sewers, the two galloped into the unknown. Dee didn't know what to expect when she reached the end of the tunnel. Little did she know it would be far worse than she could possibly imagine.
