Anine was gone for at least a year. No pony had heard of her since the night she disapeared. Diablo still kept his hopes up, she had to be alive! Every night since the disapearence, he wrote songs and practiced his singing for her.

He vowed that when she came back, he would sing the song and confess his new-found feelings for Anine. But still no sign. He had lost much of his hopes. Barely no pony ever saw him anymore. They could only find him in the gardens or forests, singing to the flowers and animals. This night he felt something would happen, but brushed it off and went to the woods.

After calming his mind he decided he would sleep here. After practicing his song, he fell asleep.

"This one seems so calm. His voice will bring my people great joy! He is perfect!"


He woke up on a beach with black sand, the sky was whiter than Celestia's own coat. He wondered where he was, and saw he was human, but he didn't freak out. The breeze was calming and so was the sound of the waves. It was nature's own song.

"Hello Diablo."

Diablo turned his head to see the dream. He was a bit weirded out that it was the only thing here. "Hello." He calmly replied. "Do you know why I am here?"

"I brought you here. You seemed the perfect fit to manage my world." The dream stared blankly at Diablo. Diablo knew if he managed this world, he would leave Equestria. But he couldn't leave this thing alone. "I will manage your world." A gun appeared in Diablo's hand. On it was a rose that was red and blue.

"It's for your protection. Use it responsibly." With that the spirit disapeared. Leaving Diablo near the calm blue ocean. To take advantage of the quietness he sang a song Anine had told him about.

The beauty of his voice called a small family to see who or what it was. They were amazed when they saw that a person was singing. His angelic voice spread throughout Wonderland. People would come from miles away just to hear him. The fans were nice and the attention was good, but he felt something was missing.

Anine.

He set off in the middle of the night to find his lost friend. When he was first introduced to this strange world, he was told by the elder never to go where the forest of thorns was. Some people said it was cursed. Others said those who went in never came out. The elder never told Diablo why he should never go, but he still never went in there, until now. He had a stinging feeling Anine was here.

It was very dark and dried blood was everywhere. It was lucky he had his gun. He felt a warm sensation on his shoulder. He rubbed some on his finger and examined it.

"Blood?"

Diablo fearfully turned around. Anine's corpse was hanging high above the thorns. Her pale lavender eyes turned to a shriviled black. Blood dripping everywhere. Her hair and rotting flesh peirced by the thorns. Her face, frozen in anger and pain. It was a horrible sight. Diablo ran as fast as he could from the horrible truth.

He returned to his town, but he was never the same. His songs were filled with false hope and love. Instead of his usual calmness, was insanity. His songs could drive others insane.

Diablo never got a good rest. All he could see was her face! It haunted him. He glanced at his gun for a moment. He smiled maniacally as he picked it up. He held it to his head and fired. The gunshot alarmed the people, and they went to see what happened. Everyone spent their lives mourning Diablo.

The dream shook it's head. "Not this one either."