"Prisoner, wake up! The time has come!" Is what you awaken to. Your eyes protest at the thought of waking up, but you had to do what you were told. You strain your eyelids open, saddened to see you aren't back in your bed at home. "Prisoner!" The same male voice yells. You quickly shake yourself awake and swing yourself out of bed. You look towards the guard, he's the same one from yesterday, the one who took you to the infirmary. You slowly follow his command, approaching the cell door as he unlocks it.
"Ugh, I don't feel so good." You groan, stepping out of the cell. The guard stays close to your side.
"Admittedly, you don't look very well. However the princesses… well, princess Luna specifically is getting impatient." He tells you, keeping focused on the hallway ahead. The hallway is huge, something you didn't notice last night. Looking down into the shiny, freshly polished floor you see the reflection of yourself. Your skin seems pale, but you pass it off as nothing. The ceiling of the hallway is high enough off of the ground to fit a house under at least. Marble columns line the walls down the entire length of the grand hallway; the architecture is outstanding to say the least. At the end of the hallway are the huge double doors which mark your fate. Behind those doors you will be judged by the two rulers of this land, and you're pretty sure you won't be let off easily after coming up with 'Plans against Celestia.'
"Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, I have brought with me the prisoner, he has agreed to co-operate fully and without question." The guard presents you to the princesses. You don't recall agreeing to anything of the sort, but you are in no position to argue.
"Very well." The tall, white alicorn says, "Leave us, Shining Armour." She tells the guard, who you only just now recognise as Shining Armour. With a respectful bow he backs out of the door, closing it behind him. You stare up at the two figures looming over you. Fear is asphyxiating you. You don't know what to say in front of royalty. Neither seem amused, you already know how impatient princess Luna is, and Celestia is showing the same signs. You cannot form a single word, a few pathetic whimpers come from your mouth.
"Human, please, explain these Plans against me." Celestia says, calm but serious, giving you a stare which pierces your very soul. You've dug yourself into a deep hole now, openly talking about the fan fiction without checking whether anyone was about.
"I-it's a title…" You say quietly, what confidence you have left dissipates when you realise how stupid this is going to sound. "A t-title for a book… that I, I was writing… I-I'm an author..." You decide to just call it a book. "Um, I-it was about this woman who ruled a, a faraway land…" You make your best efforts to lie about what it is.
"…an author you say?" She raises an eyebrow.
"Sister, he's obviously trying to trick us. You're too passive when it comes to dealing with criminals." Luna says to her sister.
"Not passive, sister. Smart," Celestia says, "I know how to deal with them." You aren't sure what that's supposed to mean, is she going to play mind games with you?
"I'm… I'm being truthful. Please, don't doubt me. I just want to go home…" You mumble" What was that?" Celestia asks.
"N-nothing." You reply, trying to look strong. "Just please, believe my words. I have no idea who either of you are." You lie "Or where I am."
"The city of Canterlot, Equestria. We are it's rulers and have been for generations. I, Luna, rule the night. My sister, Celestia, rules the day." Luna explains with a serious tone.
'I know' You think to yourself, not actively trying to control your train of thought as you are still weighing your options.
"What do you mean you know?" Celestia says, your heart stops. You stare down at the floor, hiding your absolute terror.
'You just read my mind, didn't you?' You think.
"Indeed. Now, since you just proved that what you said was a lie, would you care to explain yourself once more? The truth this time!" Celestia is getting impatient just like her sister now. You can't explain, you just simply can't. Thoughts of how an attempt at explanation would play out race through your mind, all ending badly. There is only one other option, besides giving up, and that is to escape. But how? The door behind you is guarded by two serious looking ponies, you don't want to get into a fight you'll most likely lose. There's one other way out, lining the walls of the room are stain glass windows. You know full well that waiting for you on the other side of those windows is a deadly drop. But, it's that or spending another night freezing to death in a cell.
"Human, answer me now!" She's passed being annoyed, she has given you enough chances. You look to her, then the windows, then back to her, then around to the door, then back to her. You look her dead in the eyes, the expression of fear never leaving your face, you know this is your only option.
You roar with a thunderous agro, adrenalin pumping through your veins. Turning to the right, you sprint towards the closest window as fast as your legs can carry you. You duck you head down and raise your arms to protect yourself. Celestia, Luna and the guards can be heard trying to stop you verbally. Luna says something about a 'spell not working' but you carry on. Your screams of rage turn to screams of terror as you make contact with the glass. The yellow window showing the stages of the moon is shattered as your weight plunges through it. Shards of glass cut you in several different places. You want to turn back, you regret your decision, but it's too late now. Falling, screaming, cursing, you plunge into the icy water of the moat.
You re-surface, gasping for air. You cannot believe you're alive, not even hurt in the slightest, ignoring the cuts all over your arms. You look up towards where you fell from, a few tiny shards of glass are still raining down on you. In the smashed window you can see Celestia and Luna, staring down at you. You swim against the current of the moat so you can savour the moment. Then you realise something isn't right. Since when did moats have currents? You stop swimming and the current carries you along, out of the line of sight of the Princesses. A faint roar appears to be getting louder and louder. It sounds like water…
It sounds like a waterfall.
Sure enough, just ahead of you the water drops off the side of the mountain. You realise this isn't a natural moat, it's some kind of giant golden dish situated beneath the castle that acts as an artificial waterfall. There are several lily-pads floating on the surface of the water, but nothing to hold on to. You reach the edge and try to snad in the shallow water, but the current is too strong and before you can get you balance you're swept over the edge. You only just grab the edge of the giant dish. Water is pelting your face as you hang on with both arms, you can barely breathe. It becomes too much, the slippery surface doesn't want you to hold on any longer. You let go.
You flail helplessly as you plummet towards the ground below. There are a few trees to break your fall. All you can do is hope that they will be enough, perhaps you will escape with just a few broken bones and maybe another concussion. That's wishful thinking at its finest. You only have a few seconds left before impact. You force your eyes open so you can concentrate on where you are going to land.
The crash happens so fast you barely register it. You hit a few branches, possibly feeling a rib crack, and you land on the ground face first. The pain doesn't register, you just lay face first in the dirt, listening to the flow of the nearby river and the birds chirping in the mid-day sky. You cannot move for a long time, you lay on the ground for about an hour. Eventually you roll over onto your back and stare up at the twisted, broken trees which let you live. The pain then begins to set in. You still can barely move, but you can make noise. You wail as loud as you can in pain. Your chest is the most damaged area of your body and that's where most of your pain is coming from. There's nothing you can do about it except wait it out, or wail it out.