Celestia twirled the edge of her multi-colored hair in her fingers. She had always known this day would come. The day they released the Nightmare-Alicorn hybrid. He had been born in the Prison of Abyss when his mother, Disaster, was alive. He was deemed a threat to her and her ponies and Celestia had made the choice for him to be locked in prison until something could be done about him. All the council elders had decided it was unethical to allow this poor pony to be trapped in that kind of environment and that he should be released. Of course, he would be under constant supervision. In order to watch over him they enrolled him into a school where the Elements of Harmony could watch over him and, if needed, deal with him by any means necessary. Celestia was opposed to this, seeing as how many of the students could be killed if his powers were to be released. The elders argued that the possibility of his outburst of power were very low. He didn't have a shred of knowledge to use his powers and even if he did they had ways of suppressing it. Eventually, Celestia gave up and allowed the notion of the pony to be released and supervised in the school. However, if he so much as used an ounce of his powers he was to be detained and thrown back into his cell, where he would rot for the rest of his life. As Celestia waited for her guards a soft knock came upon her wooden door. "Your Highness may I come in?" Asked a familiar voice to her. "Yes you may." Came her reply. The doorknob turned and the door slid open about half way before a familiar purple-coated pony came through. "Ah, Twilight! What can I do for my former pupil?" Celestia asked, her demeanor now calmed from its earlier nervousness. Twilight closed the door behind her using magic and walked towards Celestia, her face showing a hint of fear. "Is it true that me and the others will be getting a prisoner as a student?" She asked, concerned. Celestia cleared her throat politely before answering."Unfortunately, yes. He will enroll into your school and take classes like many young ponies are supposed to." Twilight looked at her in disbelief. "Are you sure he's... Stable enough to function in society?" Celestia shook her head. "He hasn't had contact with any pony since he was born. Food was provided to him via magic." She stated. Twilight sighed with frustration. "I don't believe this is the right decision... He's the son of Disaster and Havoc!" She tried to persuade Celestia. Celestia nodded in agreement. "I said so as well but... Many of the elders believe he should not be imprisoned for the deeds of his parents." Celestia walked over to Twilight and placed a reassuring hand on her. "I know you have concerns young Twilight, but all you can do is watch over him. That was the decision made by not only the elders but me as well." She said softly. Twilight reluctantly nodded. "As you wish." Was all she said. She bowed to her former master and left. Not soon after Celestia's guards came in to escort her to the Prison of Abyss...
A lone pony sat there in the blood-stained cell looking down at the floor, his neck chained to a hook on the wall behind him. His arms were restrained in front of him by the grayish-white straight jacket he wore. He wore a steel muzzle on his face, which seemed worn out from the years gone by. His wings were pinned by nails to the wall on either side of the hook. His lower half was covered by a pair of baggy, torn jeans he picked off of his old cell mate after he had died. His mane and tail were both white, straight, and long enough to touch the ground even if he stood. His eyes were almond shaped, white, and crystal-like, as if you could see through them. His coat was a grayish-white, which made it blend in with the straight jacket. He was motionless, even his breathing wasn't visible, and it gave him the look of a statue depicting the pain and suffering of the cellmates of the Prison of Abyss. His ear twitched as the sound of hooves clicking against the floor echoed throughout his cell. "Cellmate A067T! You have a visitor!" Came a deep, gruff voice. The pony couldn't understand what the other had said and looked up. In walked a white mare. Her hair, which seemed to flow unnaturally in front of her, had a multitude of different colors. The tiara she wore rested behind her horn, with a purple gem encrusted into the middle of it. She wore a gold necklace around her neck with the same type of gem. The dress she wore was an all white wrap dress with nothing in particular that stood out, though it did go well with her white coat. She smiled warmly at the chained pony. "Hello young one." She said softly. He just looked at her blankly, as if her words had passed over him. She looked back at her guards and the warden who opened the cell. "Can he understand what I say to him?" The mare asked curiously. The warden behind the guards shook his head. "I don't believe so ma'am. He has been a prisoner since he was born." The warden stated. "And what of his former cellmate? Wasn't it his father that was in there with him?" The warden scratched his head. "We didn't want him trying to make his son an evil pony if he was ever released so we took out his vocal cords." The warden said apologetically. The white mare sighed. "Hand me the keys." She demanded and stuck out her hand to the warden. He nodded and handed the keys over to her. She bent down on one knee and inserted the key into the chain around the prisoner's neck. A loud "click" echoed through the cell before the chain fell to the floor in front of the prisoner. He sat there, wide-eyed and curious. The white mare placed the keys on the floor and began undoing the straps on the prisoner's straight jacket. The white mare watched as the young pony moved his arms and looked at them in amazement, as if he didn't know they could move at all. She then moved over to his wings. Her horn slightly glowed as she began removing each nail from his wings with her magic. She looked on in amazement as the pony never once winced or cried out in pain. When she finished the young pony stood up. He stumbled and fell, like a newborn baby trying to walk for the first time. He stood up again. He staggered a bit but was on his feet and walking around. He gave a sort of squealing sound, which made the white mare think he was happy. He stopped in front of the white mare. "Child, I am Celestia. Can you try and say that?" The pony just stared at Celestia. "Cel-es-ti-a" She said slowly. "Ceeelaaaaschhiaa..." He tried. She smiled at his efforts. "Well, it sounds like you have it right." She told him. "Cel-es-ti-a..." He said once more, rolling the word on his tongue. She patted him on the head. "Good! You're a fast learner." She looked over at the guards. "Get him some new clothes. We don't want any pony to see him dressed like this." She ordered and the two guards ran off. The warden walked over and picked up the keys, placing them on a little hoop attached to his pants. "If you'll excuse me." He said and bowed before leaving. Celestia took the young pony by the hand and lead him out of the cell. She looked back at the pony as she lead him out of the prison. "I need to teach you to talk before you go to school." She said, though she obviously knew he didn't understand. The pony was too busy looking back at his wings as he folded and unfolded them, squealing in excitement...
Hey guys... This was the best I could do at the moment T.T I kinda find it hard to write MLP fics but i'm giving it another try. So thanks for reading and hope you enjoy XD
