Zecora quickly sprinted past me, moving as fast as she could. I could hold my own for a few minutes, but I quickly began to tire and felt my focus begin to slip. The fight had taken a toll on me, both the pain from my wounds and from how much power I used. I knew I would pass out soon, regardless of how close we got to the hospital. Shifting the weight on my shoulder, I wondered why I was doing this. Even though Zecora had said that if I didn't do this I would end up being a criminal, the monster had attacked me, and I had defended myself. Furthermore, if carrying him ended up killing me, why should I keep doing it. Looking at Zecora, I found myself continuing however. No matter how little I wanted to do it, I knew that I needed to, for Zecora. I owed her for saving my life.

I placed the dragon on my shoulders, and picked up the pace. I knew that I couldn't let Zecora down, not after everything she had done for me.
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They were nearly there, reaching the edge of the forest in no time. Zecora could see Sweet Apple Acres only a mile away, with the town being only two more miles ahead. If they kept the pace they were going all the way there then they would be there in no time. Just as she said this however, she heard a thump sound coming from behind her. She turned around mid stride and cursed, seeing both the dragon and the young man had passed out. Zecora knew that she had pushed the man to hard, but still, she had hoped to get to Sweet Apple Acres at least. Pausing for a moment, she decided that she would leave them here and get help from the farmhouse. Since they were at the edge of the tree line, they should be safe long enough for her to go get help.

Galloping faster, she hoped that she would reach the farmhouse to save both of the boy's life.
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Applejack lifted the barrel into the back of the cart, wiping her brow free of sweat after doing so. As much as she loved working the orchard, it was hard work in the heat. Still, looking around, she knew that she would never wanna work anywhere else. Moving to pick up the next barrel, she noticed something running towards her in the distance. At first, she couldn't tell what it was, but after a few seconds she recognized it as Zecora. Smiling, she called out to the Zebra. " Well howdy Zecora, how can I help ya today?"

As the Zebra got closer, Applejack could tell something had happened. Her coat was covered in sweat, and she was breathing hard. Her eyes were wide open, and she looked afraid.

" Applejack we have no time for pleasantries; or there shall be harsh penalties! Grab your brother, along with your cart and follow me!"

As much as she wanted to, Applejack knew she couldn't ask any questions. She rushed to her cart, and pushed the barrel of apples she had just place inside on the ground, careful to make sure it fell right side up. She began to hitch herself up to the cart, moving with a dexterity that few Earth Ponies could match. Seeing Big Mac coming, she called out to him. " Big Mac, give me a hand here would ya?" The stallion trotted over, giving AJ a questioning look as she hooked her up.

Applejack answered his unasked question. " Zecora said that she needed me to grab you and the cart and follow her, or else something bad would happen!"

Big Mac just nodded and finished hooking her up to the cart. Grabbing his own hitch for the cart he placed himself in it and hooked himself up, faster than AJ thought he could. He nodded towards her, and she nodded back. Turning to Zecora, she declared " We're ready! Let's go!"

Zecora wasted no time in turning and running towards the forest, forcing AJ and Big Mac to catch up to her. Despite how tired she was, she was keeping up a good pace. AJ noticed that she was headed towards the forest and began to fear for the worst. She knew three little fillies that liked to play in the woods, even when they knew that weren't suppose to, even when they had been told a thousand times not to, despite how many times they had gotten in trouble there. Picking up the pace, AJ began to full on sprint, her fear giving her the strength to push herself even more. Clearly Big Mac had the same fear, as he picked up his pace at the same time she did.

After a few minutes of sprinting, AJ noticed two bodies in the distance. Her fear gave her the strength to run faster, hoping against hope that it wasn't little Apple-Bloom. As soon as they were only a few meters away, AJ's fears disappeared as she the two bodies were far too large to be the bodies of fillies. However, her fear returned, as she recognized one of the bodies: Spike was laying next to some strange bipedal creature, bleeding from a wound from her stomach. The creature near it was also bleeding, and while the bleeding didn't look as severe, she could tell that it had taken quite a beating as well.

Zecora jumped in front of them and began to drag the bodies towards them. Big Mac quickly got himself out of his harness and began to drag them into the cart as well, he jumped into the harness again as Zecora began to gallop away, shouting back at them " Quickly now we must use speed; for this is their hour of great need!"

Sparing no time, AJ and Big Mac galloped after her, hoping that they were moving quick enough to save them.
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Twilight had spent the last several hours researching information about the new project. She wanted to go directly into the forest, but based on a description of the energy that Celestia had given her, that wouldn't be the best idea. Celestia recognized the aura from it, but she couldn't remember from where. In addition to that, with how much energy released into the world, whatever it was would have been very powerful. So it was better to research what she needed, and then leave for the woods. So far she hadn't had much luck, as she couldn't find any description that matched what Celestia had told her, and it was starting to frustrate her. She needed to find something on it, or else she would have to go in unprepared, which she wanted to avoid.

Out of nowhere came a knock on the door, startling her out of her thoughts. She waited for Spike to answer the door so she could keep working, but after a few minutes the knocking hadn't gone away and had actually increased in tempo. " Spike! Spike, someone's at the door! Can you get it?" After waiting for a few minutes, the knocking kept coming. Standing up and sighing she moved to answer the door.

As she approached the door, the knocking came quicker. " I'm coming, just give me a second!" Twilight yelled angrily.

Opening the door, Twilight stood there in surprise at the sight that stood before her. Zecora was covered in blood, a tired expression on her face. She seemed distressed, and immediately opened her mouth.

"Twilight, come quickly and follow me; I need your skills greatly! Spike and a guest of mine had a dispute; and the damage has been more then minute!"

Zecora turned before Twilight had a chance to respond, and began to run towards the hospital. Twilight had no choice but to follow her, fear blooming in her heart as she wondered what happened. They reached the hospital in record time, flying through the doors to the receptionist counter. As soon as she saw who it was she held up a piece of paper, and said "Second floor, room 28! Take this and go!"

Ripping it from the receptionist's grasp, Twilight read over the paper. She nearly began to cry just from the description. Spike had suffered severe stomach trauma, most of his scales in his stomach area were either destroyed, or had taken so much damage that they were about to fall off, and worst of all, some sort of magic was preventing the doctors from being able to do anything to help him. The note said they needed Twilight to try and purge the magic inside of him. She began heading towards the stairs, but stopped once she realized something: she had magic, she could just teleport herself there. Screaming at her own stupidity, she teleported to the room, just as Zecora collapsed to the floor, having tired herself out from all her exercise.
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I found drifting across an endless void, seeing nothing but darkness around me. Rather than be scared however, I found myself comforted. After everything I've been through a little bit of rest seemed like it was right up my alley, as long as it wasn't eternal. It didn't take long for something to come and bother me, however. After a few minutes of relaxation, I felt a presence enter the void along with me. Sighing, I considered just ignoring it, and hoping it went away, but almost as if it could read my thoughts, I heard "I don't think that would be for the best, as we have much to discuss."

Frowning to myself, I tried to place the voice, It sounded familiar, but I couldn't place the presence. Snapping my eyes open, I called out "Grifith? Is that you?"

"Who else would be inside your head, hm? Now, stop messing around and focus, we have much to discuss."

" I knew I should have ignored you. What do you want? Or did you just stop bye to talk for a while? Because if you have, you can exit the way you entered."

" As fulfilling talking to you is, we have a problem. While never explicitly stated, I had assumed that covering up the fact that you had this power would be obvious. Indeed, I had high hopes when you lied to the Zebra and kept as much as you could secret. Then you had to go and kill the dragon."

"Yes, I know. I know I need to find a cover story, otherwise, yes I am fucked. That's what I've been trying to do, but I haven't had much luck. The best I've got is that whatever magic brought me back is still in me, and when I fear for my life, it comes out."

"That's all well and good, except that the bloody dragon has tendrils of your power inside him. I'd rather not be you when these ponies discover that you've got concentrated darkness inside you, considering what we've learned. I'm sure that whatever they do won't be pleasant, especially considered that none of them seem to have encountered your kind before, so who knows what else they'll do."

Sighing, I leaned my back and closed my eyes. "You know, you're a real downer, you know that right? I'm aware of everything you've said, so if you have no suggestions, then I'd like you to leave."

"I have a suggestion, but I doubt that you'll like it."

"Let me hear it."

"First, wake up. After you wake up, if the dragon is still alive, help him using your powers. Appear sorry for what you've done, naturally I expect you to lie, and use it to get into their good graces, and out of this alive."

"That sounds a lot like what I was going to do anyways, except save the dragon."

"Which is why I had to step up. If the dragon dies because of us, who knows what will happen. After all, I'm pretty sure it had a name, not to mention it could talk, so clearly it isn't like killing a wild animal"

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

Frustrated, I did the only thing I could think of. "You're not my real dad! I don't have to listen to you!"

I keep hear Grifith groan. "Get up," he said clearly annoyed, " and fix this!"

Sighing, I took a deep breath, and forced my eyes open. As soon as I opened them I shut them, the harsh white light coming from the lights above me blinding me for a moment. I let out a groan, and I heard a small gasp come from the corner of the room. Knowing I wasn't alone, I decided to try some of that Connor Sheffield Signature Swag™, hoping that whatever else was in the room wouldn't panic and run. " Hello? Is anyone there?" I said quietly, hoping not to scare whoever was with me.

I heard another gasp, follows by what sounded like a tray dropping, before the sound of somepony running out of the room. Sighing, I opened my eyes fully, and took a look at my new room. It appeared to be a normal hospital room. One window, my bed, and what seemed to be a bathroom tucked into a corner. I tried to raise myself up, but I felt restraints on me. Looking down, I saw that my arms, legs and chest were being held down by ropes. The only upside was that I still had my clothes on.

Hearing something approach the door, I turned my head towards the sound, hoping it was Zecora. All my hopes of surviving, or much less it being Zecora, faded away as I looked at the mare in front of me. Her hair was a mess, one eye twitching, and a smile was plastered across her face. She looked at me, and spoke to me in a voice that chilled me to my core. "What did you do to Spike?"
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Twilight had teleported to Spike's room, startling several doctors as she did so. As soon as they were over their surprise one of them said "Twilight! Thank Celestia that your here!"

Turning to face the doctor, she caught her first glimpse of Spike. The report, while thorough, did nothing to prepare her for the sight of her number one assistant. His chest didn't seem to move, and if she couldn't hear the heart monitors, she'd think he was dead. The report had said that his scales had been damaged, but looking at Spike, it seemed as if there were no scales left that were either not broken or badly damaged. All of this paled compared to his stomach wounds: the area around it was black, with several lines leading from it, disappearing where the scales covered him still. He was still bleeding, but instead of red, his blood came out as some sort of blackish liquid. The smell nearly made her vomit, like it had been rotting for weeks.

"What happened to him?" Twilight whispered. afraid that if she disturbed the stillness too much, death would come to claim Spike.

"We don't know." said the doctor from earlier. "So far all we've been able to determine is that the wounds appearance stems from some sort of magic, which in all my years, I've never seen, It almost seems to be spreading from the wounds, as if to take over his body."

Twilight rounded on the doctor, her face flushed with fear and anger. "How long has he been sitting here, in pain, near the brink of death, while all you've done is sat there and study him!?"

Miss Sparkle please! Calm yourself and listen! Spike has been here for around fifteen minutes now. So far, we've tried using regular magic to cure him, but the wound seemed to absorb the magic, rendering it useless. All we've managed to do is stem some of the bleeding, while we wait for you. As an Alicorn, and the Element of Magic, we felt waiting for you would be a better idea than putting our hooves where they don't belong."

Twilight snorted, but turned from the doctor to Spike. Running to his side, she charged her horn and began to inspect his wounds. Internal damage, tissues damage, infection, broken scales. He had received so many injuries, it was a wonder that he was alive. Gathering her power into her horn, she focused her energies and attempted to heal him. At first everything was going well, until out of nowhere the injuries began to rebuff her magic. She forced more magic into the spell, but still it refused to get any better. After a minute she gave up, gasping for breath. She felt like she had just run a marathon. Choking back a sob, she turned to the doctor. "Do you have any idea how he got like this?" she asked, tears falling down her face.

"When he was brought into the hospital some other creature was with him. He seemed to be under the effects of magical exhaustion, and I decided to secure him inside one of the rooms, restrained, until we had dealt with Spike."

Twilight's sobs had disappeared, replaced by an emotionless tone. "What room?"
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I sat there in silence, hoping that as long as I sat there, so would she. My hopes were dispelled after not to long however. "I said, what did you do to Spike?

"Uh, who?" I replied. Clearly that the was the wrong answer. She titled her head to the side, and her horn began to glow. From what I learned of Unicorns, I knew that this wasn't going in the right direction.

"Spike. The dragon you tried to kill."

"Whoa there, I didn't try and kill anyone. That little monster came out of nowhere and attacked me! How is that my fault?" My brain was screaming at me, but I couldn't help it. The dragon attacked me! Why should I have to take this?

It took my brain a second to process what I said, but when it did, I felt like a real asshole. Ever since I died I had become far more callous, and I didn't like that. Sure, the dragon attacked me, but he didn't deserve to die for it.

Still, the damage had been done, as I saw the Unicorn's horn flare, and I felt myself being lifted from the bed and dragged over to the mare. As she brought my head level to hers, I felt like she had my hair in a vice, and sure enough, as she pulled mu up I felt some of my hair come out.

"What did you just say?" she whispered. Looking into those eyes, I knew I fucked up, and I didn't know how to fix it.

"I, well, I didn't mean to say that?" I said lamely.

"...You didn't mean to say that that I shouldn't bother you over the life of my number one assistant?"

"Uh, no? I mean, you should bother me over it!"

She seemed to reach her breaking point, as she lifted me even higher, and then threw me. As much as I didn't want to seem like a pussy, I decided that using magic against her might not end well. So, I did the manly thing I could in that situation.

I screamed like a twelve your old over Edward Cullen.

The Unicorn seemed surprised, at least until the doctor entered, at which point she realized my ploy. As soon as the doctor opened the door I felt bad for him. The Unicorn could have killed the doctor with the glare she was giving him, as I sat there giving him the puppy dog eyes. Some of my hair was still floating through the air, and it didn't take him long to figure out what happened.

"Miss Sparkle! What are you doing?"

Miss Sparkle? Looking closer, I realized that this was the 'Sparkle' from the books I had read. It took me a moment to realize just how fucked I was. Not only was she a princess, and the Element of Magic, the book also talked about a dragon named Spike, who she had raised from an egg. Which meant I just attacked and nearly killed the son of a princess.

She turned towards the doctor, and spoke calmly, considering what was going down. "You have three second to leave. Or else."

For a moment I thought that the doctor would call her bluff, but the longer he looked into her eyes the more his will disappeared. He turned to me and shrugged, mouthing the word 'sorry' before turning around and leaving.

As my best chance for survival left, I felt my heart break. Twilight turned back to me, and her horn lit up again. I tried to head her off at the pass as it was, and before she could get to me, I called out. "Wait, for the love of God, wait! Look, I'm sorry for what happened between Spike and I, but I don't know what you want from me."

"Right now he's dying, from whatever you did. No matter what we do to try and heal him, the energy just disappears before it takes effect. You are going to fix this." She spoke very calmly, which only made me more afraid. My answer certainly wasn't going to make things any easier.

"I would, but to be honest, I don't know how. I don't even know what I did..." I trailed off as she stared at me, hoping that she didn't just toss me out the window. Instead, she did something I had only seen in movies. She sunk to the ground, beginning to sob. Her whole body was shaking, and tears were pouring down her face. Even worse, she couldn't even speak. She just sat there, breaking down in front of me.

I don't usually care when someone cries in front of me, but this was different. Maybe because it was my fault, or because I could tell she truly cared. But I found myself wishing I could help her. I decided that regardless of whether or not someone found out about my powers, I would try and help her. I wanted to ask her, but with the state she was in, I wasn't sure she'd respond. I decided that the doctor would be the best person to ask. I got as close to Twilight as I dared, and called out the door.

"Doctor, can you come here for a moment?"

A moment later the door opened, and the doctor's head poked through. He looked at the crying Twilight, then back to me. "A dragon was brought into the hospital with me. Bring me to him. Now."

He looked like he wanted to argue, but decided against it. He just nodded his head and said "Follow me."

I maneuvered around Twilight, and it wasn't till I was almost out the door that my words seemed to register with her. Her head shot up, and her crying stopped right away. "You're going to heal him?" she asked hopefully.

I shrugged, and replied "I'm going to try".

I went to leave, but felt something biting my leg.. Looking down I saw Twilight biting me, and her wings for the first time. I opened my mouth to ask her a question, but before I could I felt myself being pulled in a thousand different directions. I closed my eyes and tried not to vomit, until the feeling subsided. When I did, I found myself surrounded by a group of strange mares, and a dragon on a bed, Everyone but the dragon, who was unconscious, looked shocked by my sudden entrance.

Twilight pushed me towards him. "Please, save him."

I walked towards the dragon, but had an idea. "I need everyone to leave, before I try what I'm going to do."

None of the mares seemed to like the idea, and before I knew it I had them all yelling at me. I couldn't hear anything specific over the hum of their voices, but I got the gist. It boiled down to the fact that I'm a monster, and that they couldn't trust me. The only one I could hear simply said "That outfit is dreadful darling! How can we trust you when you dress like that?"

I just glared at them. "Fine, one of you stays here. But you don't talk, you don't touch me, and you definitely don't ask any questions about what happens. Got it?"

I was afraid that would start another shouting match, but thankfully Twilight stepped up. "Agreed. Girls, please leave while the creature takes care of the problem. I'll call you when it's done."

At first no one moved, but then they slowly departed, giving Twilight shoulder grips, or a kind word. Two of them saved a glare for me, however. Based on the book, the one with the hat had to be Applejack, the Element of Honesty, and Rainbow Dash the Element of Loyalty. Both gave me a look that said 'I'm watching you'. Ignoring their looks, I turned towards Spike, and tried to figure out what to do.

I decided the first thing to do would be to figure out what I did to him. I didn't really know how, but I knew someone who did.

"Grifith, I need some help here."

"I see that. The simplest way to fix him would be to use your magic to scan him, and then see if you can help him. Be warned however; if you use to much magic, you may kill him."

Great. Just great. I brought the my magic back out, and felt a moment of weakness. I guess I hadn't recovered as much as I thought. Drawing the power into my hands, I held them above his body. I imagined the power settling over him, almost like an X-ray, only for everything, not just bones. I slowly got a picture in my mind, and it wasn't pretty. His stomach had taken massive damage, and my magic was preventing him from healing. Furthermore, it was beginning to spread, infecting his whole body. It looked like a mix between a cancer and a virus, and I wasn't sure how to fix it. I decided that simply drawing it out, a sliver at a time, and then healing what I had damaged would be best. Grabbing one of the chairs in the room, I sat down for the long haul.
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Twilight watched as the creature's body slowly began to change. His skin turned a different color, his eyes turned golden, and his hands began to glow with a red aura. Twilight squinted, and considered getting a reading of his powers, but decided against it. After all, who know what could happen if she disrupted him? Still, the need to figure out what he was doing began to press on her, and she felt herself oddly compelled to try something. She began to gather magic into her horn, and tried to scan the creature. to say what she found surprised her would be an under-statement. The creature's body was infused with the energy he was using, and it was doing everything it could to keep him alive and in one piece. Twilight quickly realized something however; she had no idea what kind of energy he was using. No matter how much she analyzed it, she couldn't place where it was from.

Idly, she wondered if maybe this creature was what was responsible for the magical disturbance. Those thoughts quickly went from idle daydreams to a real theory, as she considered the creature before her. He had strange magic of an unknown origin, which no pony, not even Celestia, could identify: he managed to defeat a dragon with relative ease, and nearly succeeded in killing him. Even for a dragon as young as Spike that was amazing. No one had seen the creature before, and he barely matched the description of the apes in the Zebrican lands: meaning that best they were only distant cousins. From everything she could see, he seemed like the most obvious choice. She resolved to confront him about it after he had saved Spike.

She was amazed that he was even able to do something, even though he had caused it. The amount of power needed would be amazing, and after using it in combat, she had no idea how he was still up and moving. Twilight wasn't complaining however, as it meant that Spike would live, and she had more to study. Twilight's eyes wandered over Spike's body, and for a moment, she nearly lost it. Even though the creature was healing him, he still looked like a wreck. Twilight wanted nothing more than to hold him close and return to Canterlot, leaving all this behind. She had to fight down the urge to scream, cry, and stomp her hooves into the creature before her for doing this. No matter how thankful she was for him healing Spike, she knew that she would make him pay for what he had done. No matter how long it took, she make him hurt twice as bad..

Twilight shook her head as the thoughts travelled through her brain. She couldn't understand where those thoughts had come from, and a part of her began to grow afraid that she could think such things. She tried to rationalize it, blaming her fear and grief, but it didn't make her feel any better. No matter what happens, she knew she needed to make sure the creature got a chance to speak, not only to make it fair, but to sooth her conscience as well. She settled back for a long wait, but was quickly interrupted by a grunt from the creature.
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I had done as much as I could, but I didn't manage to remove my magic completely. Still, I had a good feeling that he would live. The trace amount of power in his system would be purged after a day or so, and his body was ready for healing. It was hard work, balancing how much power he could use on the dragon between how much work needed to be done, but I felt like I had done a good job. Leaning my head back, I felt myself falling asleep, which wasn't what I wanted at this point. As nice as a nap sounded, I needed to let Twilight know what had happened. Forcing myself awake, I looked over and her. She was staring directly at me, and it was beginning to freak me out.

"Uh, Twilight? It's done, for the most part. There is a little bit of magic left inside him, but it shouldn't harm him. Y'all could start healing him now, and he'd be right as rain in not too long."

Twilight stared at me for what felt like an eternity, before running to Spike and nuzzling him. I decided to leave the two of them alone, and began quietly walking towards the door. As I turned around however, I decided to do one last thing. I walked back and grabbed the chair I had sat in, moving it towards Twilight. As soon as I was close enough, I set the chair down, stepped back towards the door, and coughed. Twilight turned to look at me, and I pointed towards the chair behind me. She turned around in surprise, and sat down, By the time she turned to thank me, I had left the room.

As soon as I exited into the hallway I was mobbed by the same group of mares that had been sitting inside. Instead of conversation they chose to glare at me. Before, I might have been slightly put off by this, but now I just wanted to find a doctor and get back to my room. I tried to walk past them, until I felt two pairs of hooves grab my back. Being pulled into a group of mares and then slammed into a wall by two of them is not a good feeling, let me tell you.

"You may have made all of us leave, but we're on to you! What are you, some kind of spy?!" the rainbow colored one asked me. I was in no mood to mess around, and I considered using my powers to make them fuck off. I decided against it, knowing that it would only end badly.

"We're tired ah waiting around for answers! Tell us what we wanna know, now!" yelled the orange one. Oddly enough, the most annoying part of this was not remembering their names. It was really starting to irk me. At least, it was the most annoying until the rainbow maned one punched me in the stomach. Then that quickly became the biggest problem.

"Rainbow Dash! What are ya doing?" asked the orange one.

Rainbow Dash! That was the bitch's name! I decided I wasn't going to wait around and get hit again, and I gathered my magic into my hands. While the two argued I decided that the best way to handle the situation would be to taze both of them with a bit of magic, and then try and get away. After all, none of the other looked like a threat. As soon as I felt the energy coalesce into a solid ball, I tossed them at the two still fighting mares. The effect was instantaneous: both mares dropped to the ground, shaking for a moment before going still, the rise and fall of their chests the only sign of life. As soon as she saw what happened, the pure white Unicorn gasped, and began to pass out. I heard the pink yell "Rarity!" just before she hit the ground, then nothing from those two. Part of me felt bad, but still, they shouldn't have fucked with me. As soon as I made a move to leave however, the last of the mares jumped at me.

A butter yellow Pegasus who barely met my eyes before now glared into them, as though she was trying to steal me soul. For a second, her eyes softened, but they hardened quickly as she began to yell at me. "Just what do you think you're doing mister? You can't just go around hurting ponies, regardless of what they do to you! Do you think it makes you cool to hurt others!? Answer me!"

Part of me wanted to laugh, but the other part was terrified by the pony. She had gone from docile to a berserker in record time, and no matter what I did I couldn't look away from her eyes. In the end, I was forced to answer her question.

"Do I look like I give a shit? If that rainbow freak hadn't attacked me, she wouldn't be where she is now. And as much I hate to do it, I knew that I'd either have to take both of them out, or the orange one would be able to take me out. Now get the fuck out of my way." I couldn't believe that the words had passed from my lips, and neither could the Pegasus. Her glare disappeared, and she looked more confused than hurt. I wasn't much better, until I realized that it wasn't me who said those things, it was Grifith.

"Thanks for that. I'd rather not waste my time with them, if I can help it."

"You are absolutely fucked, you know that right?" he asked me.

"I know, but I just want to go to bed and forget about this crap, at least for a while."

I set off from the hallway, finding a doctor and my room in ten seconds flat. As soon as my head hit the pillows, I was out like a rock.
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Fluttershy stood in shock, barely able to comprehend what had just happened. Somehow the strange creature had managed to break her Stare! How? Nothing had ever been able to break her Stare, not even a cockatrice! Still, that wasn't the worst part. When Fluttershy looked into the creature's eyes, what she saw didn't comfort her. She saw beneath his facade, recognzing how sad he was. But she also saw his anger, his hatred, and it had taken all she had not to scream and run. She didn't know how he could hold all that hate and not explode from it!

A groan startled her out of her reflections, and focused her attention back to the mares he had hurt. She began to run for a doctor, but not before making the pledge to figure out why his eyes were so full of sadness and hatred.

Author's Note

I've been trying to work on my grammar, but I'm still pretty shitty haha. Fun Fact: there are like five different ways to say Taze, and Taser is actually an acronym! Thomas A Swift Electric Rifle is what it stands for, which is a book!