Hello! This is my first story and I'm feeling kind of iffy about it. I'll write two more chapters at least and see where it goes from there. Give me some feedback!

"Did you hear?!" Pinkie Pie cried, grasping a newspaper in between her light pink hooves. She slammed the article on the walnut table, facing the others.

Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity sat in the Ponyville Café conversing with one another, but they all paused, not growing even slightly excited for Pinkie Pie's sudden entrance as she was always a little over the top ecstatic for anything that occurred.

Leaning their heads in, Rarity spit out her mocha to the side in surprise but quickly retrieved a napkin, dabbing the corners of her mouth while her cheeks turned pink, then continued reading the details.

Breaking News: King Sombra Caught!

King Sombra was found hiding in a cavern in the Willowfree Forest. He was arrested and taken to Canterlot for questioning. (continue on pg 6)

They were all speechless, their conversation turning to an abrupt, long silence.

"But how?!" Twilight exclaimed. "King Sombra is very powerful, he could've escaped or even killed them in seconds if he had the will.."

"I don't know sugarcube, let's just be grateful," Applejack muttered wearily, her mind obviously occupied with the situation as well.

"Move along." A guard shoved a throng of prisoners along to the cafeteria. They wore the same thing, blaze orange onesy's to distinguish them from others.

After a long carriage ride, Sombra was pushed through the jail doors. They had cast a spell on him as soon as possible that would cause immense pain if he tried using his magic. He knew there was no turning back at this point.

As they walked along the many hallways, left and right prisoners gazed in fear and wonder. Sombra found it funny, Equestria was a happy place with cheerful ponies and yet, behind the prison walls…

He shook his head and glanced up when they halted in front of cell, his cell. It was clean in a.. dirty way. A small bed with a thin white mattress hung loosely off the steel frame, a murky blue sink was rusting in the corner, and the walls were scratched in with dates. He shuddered, pondering on the many past ponies that had lived in this cage, where were they now? Hesitantly, he entered, the floor sticking to his hoof as the door locked behind him.

Sitting on the springy, firm mattress, he was left in isolation for what seemed like hours until a green pony with golden hair returned to the cell across from his. His cutie mark was a bag of money in a brown bag tied with a red ribbon.

Robber? Sombra assumed.

"Ey' pardner." The odd pony was matched with a deep, western voice. "Newcomer, ey?"

Sombra nodded, realizing how nice it was to talk to somepony. "How long you been here?"

"I'd sey bout'…" He placed his hoof on his chin, thinking. "Seven years now." He grinned. "Out in four."

"Name?"

The pony chuckled and slapped his hoof against his knee. "First rule.. don't ask, don't tell."

And it went from there. They talked until moonrise, nothing personal, just one of those conversations that you never want to end. And after a year in solitude, that was all Sombra could ask for.

It had been three months since Sombra's arrest, and since then he had been the headline of every newspaper in Equestria. He was constantly picked at for interviews but denied them all.

During that time frame, so much had happened. Moneybag (nickname), his cellmate, was his only friend there. Sombra had no idea of the taunting and fights that occurred behind bars and it seemed everyone knew him.

"King? You don't deserve that title."

"Most feared or most scared?"

"You're a hopeless case."

Only a few, less hurtful taunts he had received. He was involved in fights everyday, not that he wanted to be, but being constantly poked, shoved, slapped, and teased by other cellmates.. he felt like he was back in his pure, innocent days as a student in elementary school.

Words are the cheapest, most powerful bullets.

His anger felt like a tea pot ready to boil over. Moneybag kept him stable, for now, but not for much longer. He returned to his cell with a black eye and cursed Celestia's name under his breath.

I'm breaking out of here.