Chapter Two:

Back to present day...

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Twilight Sparkle hung her head in shame, remembering the day she was pulled away from her home and brought into this terrible place. But then again, she thought, The sun was very warm and pretty, just... a little more hot than it was in Euqestria. She sighed, and looked behind her. Ivochanous was blubbering, trying to waft the fart away from his face, but only pushing it deeper and deeper into his eyeblubis. "Please! pluze let meh goe!" he was screaming, and Twilight looked behind her at the driver, he was asleep now, a happy stain of pee on his pantels. She sighed, and continued trudging on through the muddy sand.

"Wooofp!" she tried her best to speak, but the long hard years in this world left her with nothing but a frail voice and ears full of strange goop. Things were never this hard back home, and she shed a tear the more she reflected on her happy past.

"Flippinyg Dung bals ya gay puny!" Her thoughts were interupted when the driver spun around in his seat, awakened by the loud noise the pony had whispered. "Ya dun tri an skere me?! I do imertal to that S, H, I!" he rupped his eyes, and looked out at the darkening night before him. Twilight shifted awkwardly on her feet, and he stared at her for a long moment, almost realizing she was in a state of unease. He narrowed his already narrowed eyes at the horizon, and nodded. "Besetr mayk camp for at thenight." he swung off the chariot and the purple pony came to a halt, she turned and watched as he began to unshackle the slaves.

. . .

The light of a fire crackled poorly in the dimly lit desert. Ivochanous and link slept deadly against a grain of rice, and The driver chewd on a hunk of favel. Twilight lay still and shifting, starein at the moon in discomfort. Memories of the Nightmare Moon drifted back to her, and she briefly remembered the escapade that made her so famous in ponyville. She shook her dripping head as she shoved the thiouts aside. This was the real world, she had learned that. The only thing you feared is those who weren't your friends.

"Whaaa." link coffed, and again remembereding stuff.

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Like past now.

The dramatics of the moment increasened as Maroni drew a sword from his own belt, challenging the challenging Mortenson. "Stay back Taylor.." he said, and the woman inched away. She hid back against the red brick wall, and when the eyes of both Viggo and Sal were disconnected, she grinned.

In a 'swift' movement, Taylor grabbed tails, and wrapped him around her fathers nek. She pulled back quickly, and shoved the old fellow forward as her high healed foot came beside his legs, and knocked aside the first swing of the Mortensens blade.. A brief scuffle happened to be, and she threw Sal aside onto the cold hard ground, oh. She flipped around, and swung a wipping daiby in circles until all the others fell down. She scoffed, and wiped a bit of smeared lipstick from her face. She then stepped cautiously over them.

Present. Again.

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Taylor sighed, remembering a one fateful day, the sound of jangling chains brought her back to reality, and she shifted on her throne, reasserting her place on the throne of hell.

"Taylor your holiness!" it was that fool tailes, he was wrapped in an old banana, and bowed improperly to his saviour, (this is all Tay Tays opinion btw). She spat into her hand, and mixed it with a little bit of the rust on her chair, Trying to seam busy. "Something wrong miles?" she asked slowly, and the fox shook his head. "Noo..." but theres something you must see..."

…...

Ivochanous and Linkon were pulled feet stumbling into ah warm castle at the desserts far center. Chain shackles still adorned their wrists, and they were followed by a stumbling pony, a large wart across her cheek, accompanied by a loose mustache hair from old age.

It was a small castle, more of a keep. Made of sandstone from the outlaying areas, and covered in statues and random religious imagery.

At the grand throne at the top of the steps, sat an aging woman holding a mirror. A small boy approached her, and she briefly turned her head to whisper to him. "How old do I look Robert?" he mumbled his reply, barely audible from the guards which surrounded her throne. "Forty one your magnificence." he turned to leave, but she grabbed his arm, and he hesitated, then added "Exactly, Forty one." he smiled oddly, and the woman nodded, grinning too. "Thank you Robert!" she called, waving him away as the chariot driver brought the captors forward. She gestured for the man to hold them aside, and he did so without hesitation. This, matter-of-fact attitude about this mysterious woman set links heart aflutter, and he even caught brief eye contact with her as he was dragged away. This made Linkon SO proud, that he gave up the effort to walk, and let his dangling nibgjets simply flobbl below him. (That means his feet dragged)

The woman smiled, and Drum beats began to play. The prisoners all turned eyes behind them, to gaze down the steps from where the sound came. Everyone else remained still, it seamed as though they had expected this day for months, maybe even years. The drumming continued, growing in volume, and then the guards began to chant.

A small fat person covered in shackles, beaten up and covered in scabs, was dragged up the steps by a group of two strange women who had dark skin and wore masks over their faces. He was thrown onto the hard dusty ground, oh. Ivochanous stared at him in shock, he noticed a long trail of blood, urine, and some brown stuff.. stained the path they had just came. A huge grin adorned the face of the woman in the throne, she chuckled, crossing her legs and setting a cigarette between her lips. Her face began to creak as her grin widened, the sound rising well above the music. Louder... louder. And finally, a well visible pop... the music stopped, and a slow hissing noise came from her face. Her smile faded, her makeup clearly flaking all around her face. She frowned and with great effort spat out the cigarette, that of which pattinson hurriedly rushed to gather. the guards shifted on their feet, not quite sure what to do.

The woman's frown deepened, and she shouted angrily at them. "Make him stand!" they awkwardly, but obediently, lifted the boy from the ground, and held him upright in front of her. She smiled, wiping the slivers of paste from her face, her gaze not leaving him.

"Toad... Do you know why you're here?"

All eyes fell to the boy in the center of the floor, and the drum beats once more began to play.