A New Pony In School

The rhythmic sound of trotting hooves hitting dry dirt filled the air in the small cell. I paced as my brain tried and failed to come up with any sort of plan. I glanced around the room. Cyborg and Cocoa were talking about everything and nothing to get their minds off of their injuries. Pencil was still out cold. I sighed and went back to pacing.

Suddenly, a panel that had been previously non-existent opened and revealed a rather large passageway, in which stood a changeling holding a plate of what appeared to be food and water in the hold of it's glowing turquoise magic.

After placing it on the ground, it kicked the side of the passageway and the panel closed again.

I suddenly became very aware of the grumbling noises my stomach was making, and grabbed the food; a piece of crusty bread.

After ripping it into quarters and sharing the pieces around (saving Pencil's for later), I took a moment to stare at my reflection in the small bowl of water. The only colour came from the cerulean of my eyes, but even they had been significantly greyed over. My eyes filled with tears once more at the random purple splodges marring the grey surface of my face, and the lines of dark red that betrayed cuts I had earned. They spilled over when I caught sight of my horn. It was the same grey as the rest of my coat, and an honourable length, but what caused the salty water to overflow was the long, deep crack that ran from the top to somewhere near the base.

In a panic, I looked around and found a loose pebble on the dusty floor. I focused all of my energy toward the appendage on my forehead to attempt to pick up the small rock.

Nothing.

A twinge of hot white pain shuddered through my head, but otherwise; nothing.

I could feel my pulse accelerating. My ears plastered to my head as I looked downwards. Magic was no longer an option.

I looked up at the other residents of the room. Sometime during my plight CJ and Cyborg had walked over to the approximate area that the moving panel had been at. They were chatting quietly to one another. A nod was exchanged, and Cyborg rammed the right side of his body into the wall. A small crack appeared. My ears perked forward in interest and I walked toward them.

"Yo CJ! What are you doing?" I asked.

"Trying to escape." Came the sharp retort, his nostrils flaring in annoyance.

A dull thud echoed through the small space, followed by a grunt.

I looked back over to Cyborg. His shoulder piece, the one he had been assaulting the wall with, was dented. Badly.

I trotted over and gingerly tapped the damaged area. I felt a jolt of electricity and Cyborg winced.

"Well, that rules that out." I stated, shaking my hoof to get the tingly feeling to go away.

The room had gotten significantly darker during this time, so I stood on my hind legs and peeked out of the small barred window. The nighttime had crept up on us, and I noticed how tired everyone looked.

"We'll figure out a plan in the morning."

I slept for about 4 hours before Pencil began thrashing and crying. He kept pawing the ground next to him. It took a while to realise the place he was searching was the very place I had occupied while unconscious. I walked over, being careful not to wake the others, lay down behind him and snaked my forelegs around his waist. He immediately turned around and wrapped his forelegs around my neck like a vice. The cries turned to whimpers before stopping altogether. He buried his face into my neck and I fell asleep ten minutes later.