Tartarus. A place that seemed to be the squeeze of the time itself. Even the wind was still the same. And as always, they have brought some new bad guys here.
Well, some of them have already experienced the taste of this ancient prison. Among them was a certain Gloomy Jack. An ordinary thief, but no one was able to find out how the young stallion had always been able to unlock any chateau in his way.
And the little pony was not the kind of goodness to share his secret.
As the prisoners roamed their way to their own quality cells, the guard, who led the young Gloomy, nodded to the others, then walked out of line and took the thief with him.
"Where are we going?" Gloomy asked nervously, the guard did not answer, and only added to the step, the thief had to start trotting, he did not have as long legs as most stallions.
Soon the couple found themselves in a darker part of the prison. It seemed that the sun had avoided this part. It was dense, the dust dying in the lungs, and the drooping thief made some sneezes here and there. It also seemed the rain was coming, maybe a storm would come too. That was not unusual in Tartarus either. The flashes flew just as often as the pegasus pushed them off the skies.
The guard stood at the tall rock-like tower. The top came over the gray clouds. Gloomy looked at the guard and wondered what they were doing here. Of course, he was warned that if he escaped his cell again, they would increase his patronage and reduce the possibility of free movement or something. Gloomy did not listen. He was just trying to unlock his chains.
"What are we doing here, brother?" Asked Gloomy, the guard was silent, they were relatives, but both had stood on a different side, and both had their reasons, but neither would hurt the other, at least Gloomy would never hurt his brother the hero. "Hey, I know you're angry with me-"
"Shut up, Gloomy," growled the guard, and put his horn into the hole in the rock, and the strings of silver crackled through the stones until they formed a door, and the rock in that painting was waving as if it were made from water. ,Will you ever listen to anyone?" Gloomy's brother asked, and for the first time in the slits of his helmet, the eyes of the guard unicorn glistened.
"What's behind that portal?" Gloomy was getting nervous, unable to afford to stay in Tartarus for too long, for it would complicate his plans.
"Your new cell. Come on." The unicorn pushed the pony to the magical door, and Gloomy Jack, with the last glance at his brother, stepped forward.