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Krystal trudged up the mountain with Flaming Eagle trailing behind her. She never realized how hard this was. It looked so easy on video, where there were no worries of starvation or heatstroke. It was an especially hot day, probably because of the recent volcano eruption. She looked up and saw the mountains looming above them, but there were no peaks in sight. She looked down and got extremely dizzy as clouds formed around the cliff edge.
"I never realized how horrible this was," Flaming Eagle said from below. He sweating and panting extremely hard, "I think I need a breather."
"We can when we reach the next plateau," Krystal responded, "We're almost there." In another ten minutes of climbing, they reached a flat area where they could lay down. There was a stream running down the mountainside that became a large waterfall a much farther distance below. They got a drink from the stream and sat down looking over the arena. Krystal could see the small planet they were on curve. That's what the arena was. A small planet. There would be no need for a force field, because if a tribute tried to get away from the cornucopia, after a while, they'd find their way back. It was a genius idea, but an evil one. There's no escape.
"Isn't it beautiful," Flaming Eagle said as he looked up the mountain.
"It would be if we weren't all fighting to the death," Krystal retorted.
"We're so high!" Flaming Eagle had looked down and Krystal pulled him back.
"We would be higher it if wasn't for that blasted volcano! It made me so weak!"
"Thank goodness I'm not entirely a changeling," Flaming Eagle smiled, "Or we would've laid there for hours!"
They laughed together amidst the realization of the horror they were in. They couldn't stay happy for long. "Should we have gone up here," Krystal asked, "What if there's still griffins?"
"We can deal with them, Krystal," Flaming Eagle looked at her with some envy and remorse, "You're a changeling. We don't need weapons because you're all the defense we need."
"I'm not sure you understand the limitations," Krystal started, but she couldn't finish. The Capitol symbol flashed over the sky, and Krystal and Flaming Eagles' faces showed up in the air.
The announcer's voice busted out with joy filling its Capitol accent, "What an exciting pony games this year! I want to welcome two late entries to the games! Krystal and Flaming Eagle!" The stallion announcing this was way too cheerful. "They're coming in as part of their punishment for classified purposes! So please, tributes, give them your best hospitality! We have decided to supply all of the tributes, except for the ones onscreen, with extra weapons and valuables! Remember to kill these two ponies! If you do, you will get a special reward! These weapons will not be supplied until after all of the tributes who have died today are shown at night! So wait patiently! In addition, the two ponies onscreen will not be allowed to get any help from sponsors, considering that they are not actual tributes! Goodbye!"
"Great," Flaming Eagle managed to say after a long silence, "Now everypony is going to be after us." Krystal was speechless. How heartless can these games get? "Alright. Let's think. Who's left in the games?"
"A lot of ponies."
"But who? I can think of a couple. There was Twilight Sparkle and Scoodaloo from District 5. Doctor Whooves and Bright Darkness from District 12. Trixie and Spike from District 3. There's us. That's eight, there's ten left."
"Applejack and Dainty Almond from District 6. Tena Nightingale and Shining Armor from 2. Pinkie Pie from 9. Rarity and Dusty Autumn from 1. Rainbowdash from 4. Hot Shot from 7. And Fluttershy from 10!"
"See it's not so bad," Flaming Eagle started.
"Yes it is!" Krystal yelled, "That's at least sixteen ponies trying to kill us!"
"I'm sure some of them died."
"Maybe," Krystal said. She calmed down, "Say six died. That would still leave a lot of ponies trying to kill us."
"Ten."
"Ten is a lot!"
"It'll go down," Flaming Eagle tried to be comforting, but he couldn't. How in the world could the odds be in their favor?
The sun started setting a couple hours later. Flaming Eagle and Krystal hadn't found anywhere to stay but another plateau. The other mountain range was filled with caves, this one, not so much. They did find one cave but it was filled with poisonous spiders, and Flaming Eagle almost got bit by one. So they decided to camp outside, without a fire, or any shelter, or way of disguising themselves so no tribute could spot them. They had no training. Only luck would help them win.
The Capitol symbol was shown on screen and the first cannon sounded. Hot Shot was shown on screen with a large scratch on his side. "Griffins," Krystal whispered. The next cannon showed Dusty Autumn with a scratch just like Hot Shot's but on his back.
"It's a good thing those griffins aren't over here," Flaming Eagle joked.
He better not give the gamemakers any ideas. Krystal watched as the next cannon sounded and showed Fluttershy's half-melted body. "Lava," she said again. There was another melted body on the next cannon, but Krystal couldn't make it out. The last image was Applejack lying on the ground with no sign of a deadly experience. There was a silver parachute on her chest, such an ironic way to die. That was it; there were no more deaths that day. The next day would be different, Krystal thought, we have to have more deaths in order to survive. There would be eleven ponies after her and Flaming Eagle. There would be little hope for survival.
I know this wasn't that exciting of a chapter but it'll get better! REMEMBER TO REVIEW! I can't say how important this is! I really like and need you guys' input!