The Foundation

by Kui

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Sad, Dark, Romance, Adventure
Length: 17587

The Foundation, a story that will make you question and rethink your very own thoughts and morals and will consistently have you changing your mind. While the story is highly comprised of philosophy and metaphors, it is based on a true story.

The Foundation, a story that will make you question and rethink your very own thoughts and morals and will consistently have you changing your mind. While the story is highly comprised of philosophy and metaphors, it is based on a true story.

-Writers Notice-

While it is a story based on only my thoughts and beliefs, and things i have went through in my life i do enjoy YOUR feedback. Having your feedback gives me more and more reason and makes me put more effort into my writings. Also you if are wondering on the missing information that a normal story would have, i deliberately left that out of the story.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-13 04:20:04 UTC

Compendium 1

Guess you could say I never really had a normal life. But that does not mean it was a bad life. I have something I’ve always wanted and that is family and friends.

It was not that long ago when I first learned what a blade of grass was and the color of the sky as well. I did however have books. They were the only source that I had about the real world. They included dragons princesses and even the thing I never knew about, family. I even often wondered what a family was and is, all of the ponies I talked to all had different families and I’ve always thought that they can only be good.

While it was my duty to chart and send information about all the ponies I have met, I learned not all families are good. Some are evil, some are war torn or dead. Some are abusive, and delusional who try to kill those closest to them out of competition.

At times when I was locked up away at site fifteen, and eventually other sites, I’ve never had dreams and I also never had my cutie mark. I've always heard about them from other subjects like joy and Ava. They say that they are usually nightmares but they also say they can be joyful. For example being free and being allowed to eat and drink whenever they wanted and whatever they wanted.

When I was released for local duties and later military duties, I’ve started having dreams. Particularly when I had started making friends and learned all about families. The bad thing is, I do enjoy the nightmares, and my good dreams as well. I do not have a sense of fear until I have a feeling of “If” I might lose a friend, or lose respect towards a friend. It may or may not be a defect from being with the foundation for most of my life.

I would like to talk about defects and subjects like thirteen fifteen and thirty seven. They all have had different procedures and duties to attend as well as different hardships and punishments. Which is why they all act differently towards most ponies including myself.

Subject fifteen, also known as joy, is allowed in public when her duties are over, she is often rude, snappy and extremely defensive. This is due to the fact that she has been through plenty of relationships but all of them end up with the pony trying to help her which leads to the death of her loved one. Each and every death put more and more weight on her until she became the bitter mean pony she is as i am writing this. Most ponies can also tell she watches for sudden movements, and reacts in violent ways. This is because of the punishments and abuse given to her nearly everyday.

Now lets talk about 13. She is described as violent, sadistic, yet nice and caring for those who really get to know her. She is younger and still somewhat immature to an extent, which explains her extreme bullying. She produces pain on others so she can feel good about herself. She also has been with the foundation so long all she knows is violence. She also suffers from the same defects as fifteen, with flinching and such, due to her punishments and abuse.

Last is subject thirty seven, for now anyways. The few that have met him describe him as, immature annoying and a nuisance. He is always laughing and making jokes at the worst moments possible. This is how he copes with being under strict rule. In my perspective I think it is better to be hit on everyday and be subject to crude jokes then to abuse civilian life, like subject thirteen does.

My point is every subject reacts differently to the same reason. And while reading my thoughts and collectives I want you to keep an open mind while reading. I also want you to get rid of neutrality and the thin line that is between good and bad, holy and unholy. Because in war and reason, there is only good and bad ponies.

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Before I ever met my stallion, storm shadow I was released for military duties instead of local duties for the foundation. Which also meant that I worked in team groups with other subjects. Sadly I was not allowed to have any feelings towards any of them until recently of course. And at the time I was also still new to the outside world and made many mistakes which gave me many punishments. Most of which ended up with me not being able to move more than a hoof from pain.

Before I get side tracked even more, I was sent to places like Ross, Mav, and continents like Dresenia, and Equestria for information, and extermination acts.

Most of which were extermination acts. I have a large bingo book that I am not proud of, at the time killing seemed as if it were a game. Even some like thirteen and thirty two, made it out to me to be as if it were a game. So I accepted it to be a game. I now know of all the bad things that I have done, that I was unaware of all the sorrow I was causing.

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I was trotting down the roads of Silverspool, a town known for its silver mines as well as the wool that the town traded on a daily basis. It seemed to me when I started the day off like it was another day to get out of my cell. It was also another day I got to hurt another pony. I trotted into the inn, and bought an apple ale, to let it set due to the fact that most of all subjects have a strict diet. And all are punished severely for anything eaten or drank without permission. The information I have gotten stated that the pony came in from five thirty PM, after work at the silver mines. He had 3 foals and a wife who was presumed dead. He trotted five minutes early and sat down, talking to the bartender. I sat down next to him and started a conversation.

“Hey!” I yelled with a scratchy yet feminine voice. He replied with “Why hello there” With a somewhat deep voice that of a tenor. It turned out most of the information was right, though his wife was alive but is being nursed back to health, with his care. “You look like you just came out of a mine” I said with an energized voice. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled to himself “Yes, I do work at the Silverspool mines, why do I look dirty?” I barked out almost Immediately sort of startling him “Yeah you look like you just crawled out of a hole! Hehe I wonder what its like down there” He replied with an odd look before replying to me “Good to know . . . I do need to get home to feed my wife and foals nice meeting you . . .”

He looked at me for a reply. “awwwww maybe I can come help!? Im like the best cooker ever!” I looked at him with complete confidence in myself that I was actually a good cook, rather it being the complete opposite. I did not know how to cook, and I still do not know how to cook without burning something. He stumbled for an answer and gave me a sheepish grin “I-i don’t think I have enough to go around . . . Heh” I through seven bits on the table and sat up “Well lets go!” I ignored the face hoof that could knock a building down.

We trotted down into the forest towards his residency and I waited until we had reached a very secluded part of the forest. I raised a hoof and almost  Immediately two sedatives smacked him in the ribs and I blind sided him with my right hoof, knocking him over with a slam. “Wow your heavy!” I said giggling to myself as I stared at the earth pony who had been struck down. A black pelt and white maned and tailed pony jumped down from the tree kicking him in the ribs as a taunt of defeat “Looks like your family wont be getting fed tonight!” She laughed and spit on him as he started feeling the affects of the sedative.

“Ahhh don’t be sad we can still be friends, you just need to sleep for awhile anyways! Being at that mine must hav-” I was cut off with a snarl of anger as he tried to get up but falls down. “I'll have none of that you whore!” I looked at him completely confused and giggled “Heh what's that mean?” Thirteen sat on top of him and batted her eyes “You mean you dont want to have any fun with me . . .?” As she dug a black knife into his cutie mark, that was a kite. He winced and started drifting away from Consciousness, due to the sedatives. “Ahhh I wanted my turn!” I complained and pouted. “You'll get over it” As she wrote something down onto a book and kicked the body to make sure he was sound asleep. That night helpless foals and a sick mother had to fend for themselves, on a budget that no longer was there.

Compendium 2

When I think about it if I would have met my stallion differently would he have hated me? Would I be going down another road shrouded with darkness rather then with my new family? His family was destroyed by a drunk husband, and a mother who was torn apart for an unknown reason. What if I were told to kill or capture his sister or mother and I succeeded? The only reason I was aloud to keep this relationship was so the foundation can use him. I knew this from the start of our relationship but even then, I have never felt that way before when im around him, and feel him. Somebody to care for you, make you feel better for yourself when you and him both know you are doing horrible and twisted things everyday. And act as though nothing bad has ever happened.

I have lost count of how many times I have hurt storm in more ways then physically. Sometimes I lose who I am and I act like I don’t know any of my friends including storm. That is who I want to believe who subject five is, and not Kui. I want to believe that Kui is the pony who laughs a lot, and gets excited about simple things like how somepony's day was or the fact that another pony just recently got a new book.

When I think about it, why is he so nice to me on a daily basis? I do admit I do not treat him with one hundred percent kindness or loyalty . . . but he gives me everything I could ever want well, most of the time anyways. I am positive that I gave him more stress and Aggravation than anypony else I had ever met, yet he still protects me knowing all of the horrible and terrible things I did on a daily basis. What if he had not been there for me? Would I had been going down a different road, not filled such kind and devotion but rather a road that follows a dark alleyway filled with mass uncertainty? Would I have been just subject five instead of Kui?

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All of us that are part of the foundation, do and still don't know who our families are, and some even still don't know what a family is. Many of us including me, are self concious about this factor, and often make up excuses that later crumble and fall apart, due to evidence. This is a topic I use to and sometimes still think about everyday. What was my mother like? And my father? Did I have a sister or a brother? Why was I taken from my family? I still like to think about it from time to time but for now I still have the comfort of my family with storm.

Back on topic with the foundation, I would like to think that it were for the better that some of the subjects were to be locked up in the sites. But what if they were not like this to begin with? What if the foundation caused them to be like that? And if they were not lucked up they could be cured but at civlians expense.

I know what it is like to be locked up and some even kept still using constraints and sedatives to keep them unable to do anything. But some could not make it in public without killing another pony, this Is how I know the foundation is not entirely evil. And why would they pick ponies like me from birth? I've noticed that most of all of us have some type of ability that can be used for the foundations sake. But I did not find any files of anything stating that, they do this for there benefit.

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I trotted in the trees for hours looking for my target to show up on my road. It was on the way towards GreenPatch. The pony was a male, thirty five years old. He was known for espionage, trying to find out foundation site locations. Atleast that was the information given to me.

He had started coming by and I jumped down a dagger in hoof to impale it through his neck, but just then he caught me by my throat and slammed me against a tree to hold me in place.  This was before I had much combat training, and I was an easy target.

He looked at me, as I was gasping for air through his death grip. He then picked up my dagger and through it aside and let me down. And after that he trotted off without a word. At that moment I was only thirteen years old. What was he thinking? What was he thinking? Why did he not do anything more then look at me? I sat there wimpering as the night went on, listening to the cold breeze, thinking and dreading about my punishment for yet another failure.

-

I want to explain in more deep and descriptive detail about myself, I did not start at the beginning of my story, because I feel you need to understand the others, before you can understand me. I was completely let out of containment to live a somewhat more normal life when I turned seventeen. This was due to the fact that I was given the role of espionage, and took out military and local duties while living in Dresenia. This also includes being a spy while I was employed by the shadowvale military, and in the special ops. My duties consisted of making documents of all residents of each town, for example, shadowville, mayfall, GreenPatch etcetera. All information was then sent to subject fifteen, or a replacement who then ships both information and tangable items.

Though when the first time I was let out of containment was when I was ten years of age, like most subjects. While im not on duty I acted differently, more of the pony I wanted to be rather then subject five. I worked as a bartender at cogs cafe, before I became manager of carrots cafe. While I was manager of carrots cafe I was told to join the shadowvale military for information and later became a special ops, due to my skills in combat.

While all of this happened I was still the happiest pony on the planet. Both jobs aloud me to meet new friends everyday and the military was at a time of peace. I was also knowledge hungry. I learned new things everyday, i've had over ten masters learning, fighting styles, puppetry, new weaponry, nercromancy, Each and everyone taught me something different.

While im not learning new things, and being with friends, and family im always reading. Back when I was locked up in the foundation site, I was aloud to read nearly anything besides those concerning relationships and have a lot of theory behind family.

My pelt is a pale yellow, with a light and dark green mane, and tail. My cutiemark is a black and white emoticon, one smiling the other frowning. This represents my ability to manipulate emotion. I have two foals and one adopted foal, making it three. My blood related foal, the male one is named frost, after storms family tradtion. The other is named Kei. I thought of my own family tradttion would be nice to have, so I used three letters to come up with a name. I am a pegasi, and my eyes are green as well.

Most of my friends describe me as a tomboy, due to my voice being scrachy and it sometimes cracks. Im always laughing and chuckling over the simple things and get confused easily when ponies talk about something I have never heard of, which surprisingly still happens.  I am sad and get upset when I am unable to help my friends in anyway possible.

Compendium 3

One day I was told to execute a mission with subjects thirteen and fifteen, both of which are aggressive subjects and were fit for the job given to them. It was simple, either kill or capture the target and bring the target back to site fifteen. Though this day was a lot different than any other day, this day was a nightmare for subject fifteen, and for joy.

Everything was set up perfectly, I looked over at a neighboring tree and seen subject thirteen in position, and subject fifteen was well hidden, enough for me not to be able to see her. The plan was straight forward, subject thirteen would be sent on the road for a distraction, and I was second due to my use of sedatives. And finally subject Fifteen would give the finishing blow, using her enhanced flying skills to create a heavy kick. The night was cold and windy though it was a beautiful night.

I thought to myself of my next birthday, I would be seventeen which is the usual date subjects like myself have a chance to live a more normal life, but with restrictions and continuous duties. I raised my hoof over to thirteen, and she slowly split into two and jumped down slowly turning into a blue pelted and grey maned foal, who sat down and started crying. It was an old trick that subject thirteen started a long time ago, that was really affective.

After nearly twenty or so minutes went by at last the pony in the descriptive profile we were all handed showed up down the road. His pelt was Grey, and his mane was brown. He was tall and looked as if he had a lot of strength behind his body, that had carried two sheaths for his swords, that aligned his back. He stopped at the sight and only stared at the foal, before putting his saddlebag down and picking up the foal. The foal expanded at a startling rate and blew up, spreading dirt, dust, and particles of anything nearby at the time in a three hundred and sixty degree angle.

When the smoke cleared I seen him standing up on two hooves with swords in both of his front hooves, and standing on his back hooves. He looked as if he had not been touched, not even a single scratch on him. I quickly through two sedatives and motioned thirteen to follow after me for a double team. It was unexpected but he had skills that were not documented, and not fit for a team of weaker subjects, such as ourselfs at this time.

He quickly sliced through the sedatives, kicking thirteen who was in mid air charging at him at her top speed, possible using her wings. She quickly stopped and hung over his hoof, which he used to slam her down into the ground and impale a sword through both hooves on top of each other in order to pin her still. He quickly broke off the top of the sword, and hauled me out of the air, pinning me down in an instant and pointing the opposite sword at my neck and froze.

“Come on out the rest of you” He said with a deep voice, that of a warrior. Thirteen was screaming and yelping in pain from the damage she had sustained from her hooves. Nothing happened and I felt the sword slide down against my neck and finally touch the base of my wings. “It would be a shame if your wings were to be cut off.” I just looked at his eyes in fear and slowly began to tremble. At last fifteen jumped down and just looked at him with her usual prissy and uptight look “So how did an idiot like youself figure out we worked in teams of three?” She said with a voice similar to mine, but more snotty and prissy. “This is not the first time a team like yourselfs come after me, and I would be careful of what you say right now, I am in control.” As he slammed the other sword into my back hoof pinning it to the ground, with a loud screach.

Just than under a second, she disapeared in a blur, and Immediately through a kick at his chest. He quickly smashed her against and tree, using the butt of both swords, and quickly smashed the side of his hoof into her throat, causing a loud thump and a gag. He than took the time while she was attempting to catch a breath to quickly pick her up off the tree, and smash her back into it. I can still hear the bone shattering noise that amplified out of her body.

She just looked down as if she were useless. “Why would they send children I will never know.” As he put a hoof over her cheek, causing her to flinch to the side, and quickly ram her back hooves into his manhood, only to be slapped and punched Repetitively. “You little bitch! You need to learn discipline!”

as the time went on all I could hear was the sounds of joy screaming and crying, before stopping. After he was done raping her, he picked up his saddlebag and patted her on the head, as a taunt for victory. I felt so useless I could have been more useful other than worry about myself, and attempt to escape.

Joy got up and shook herself off and trotted away with nothing more than farewell. “I will be back later” She said in an emotionless voice, belonging to a cynical. She kicked the top of the sword off, using her weights on her hooves as protection and causing immense pain, though freeing me. I slid my hoof up and out of the sword slowly and looked at thirteen with a blurry vision. I looked at the young mare, and seen she had been passed out, and was dead silent. I got up and yanked the sword out of the mare, and bandaged what I could and sat her up against the tree, sitting there with her.

That is one of many horrors I have had to watch. Also one of many that joy had to go through. Sometimes I wish it were me, the one who always got the abuse, and worst of what little we all called life. Maybe joy would be kind if all of her chain of events happened to me and not her? Would I than be the mean one? The one who does not trust anypony, and is paranoid whenever in public?

I have always thought that ponies are not born evil, not good. It is the chain of events that lead up to the ponies demise.

Compendium 4

The first day I killed a pony was a day that I boasted about it to other subjects, I was so proud and happy for myself. At the time I was ten, small and still fragile. I sat against a tree and looked down at the water. It was night, and a full moon was glimmering onto the lake. The wind was blowing causing the water to ripple ever so slowly. I looked down to see my reflection, a Yellow yet slightly khaki pelted pony sat down against a tree, crying to herself her dark and light green mane covering the right side of her face.

A stallion in his twenties or maybe thirties was trotting down the road he had two baskets of carrots on his back. He set them both down with a bump to notify me that he stopped. I turned to him my face covered in tears and just stared. “What are you doing out here alone little one?” The voice was more feminine than expected almost to the level of a tenor. I only replied bawling my eyes out and speaking in tongue. He made the motherly “Sh sh sh it's going to be all right” As he put my face into his chest and patted my back.

This was also a day, the first day I had ever had fatherly love. He was a rather small stallion, an earth pony with a light brown coat and a light orange colored mane. His cutiemark was a basket of carrots with a round mechanism under it. The sobs turned into small murmurs as I calmed down. That was when it happened, a team of four ponies jumped down, one grabbing me and the other three in a triangle formation with swords pointed at the pony that was tending to my sorrows. I kicked left and right, flailing all of my hooves to get out of reach, but sadly I just was not strong enough.

I watched as the ponies spoke in a disguised voice. Sounding deeper and demented to hide there identities. “What is your relationship with this pony?” He looked scared out of his mind and froze still, nearly jumping back to impale himself. “I-ive only just met her!” he said panicking. They looked at each other and they all gave a nod. “Keep moving” They said as they disengaged the weapons held oh so close to the pony. They turned to me, one of them grabbing a bag to put over my head. I was jumping, kicking, and punching violently to break free. A loud *Crack!* could be heard as I yelped in pain and a large red checker was left on my cheek from being slapped so hard. The brown pony ran towards the group, attempting to headbutt the group of ponies, but only received a kick to the ribs, laying him out on the floor. “That is a death wish!” One of them yelled as he pointed a sword at at his neck. I realized the situation he was in and I lost control of myself.

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The first thing I remember was waking up in a warm bale of hay, looking at a wood fence. I looked around at all of the new things I’ve never seen before. At the time I was ten I was not aloud in public places, so I was new to all the Scenery. I trotted out of the barn and watched in awe as I seen multiple dozens of ponies working something that is known as a plantation. There were rows and rows of carrots, wheat fields that went on for great distances, and much much more to come. One pony stopped to look at me before nervously going back to work. I continued walking about looking all around the buildings that had surrounded the perimeter of the plantation. The buildings were made of wood, and the roofs were made of green wool, containing plenty of windows made of glass.

At that time I had no idea what a window was. I just thought it was open, so I went up to one of the buildings and jumped right through it. Shards went into my hooves as I landed and I yelped in pain, rolling over to collect more shards into my back and sides. I scooted myself over picking the shards out with my teeth as I seen the familiar pony stand at the doorway.

The building I had jumped in was a storage building. Plenty of chests and shelves could be seen it was, a large two story building. He then shook his head and used his Hoof kerchief to clean the blood. “Well then when did you wake up? Its been nearly four days.” I looked down at the floor and immediately started thinking about my punishment for being missing for such a long time.

He propped my chin up with a hoof and put it over my cheek “I would like to thank you for saving my life” I looked at him, smiling from the feeling of his hoof on my cheek, the warmth that ive never understood or experienced.

When ponies touch me, its different for others, I feel all of there emotions and it amplifies the sensation onto me, due to the fact that my cutie mark enables me to manipulate and sense emotion. He picked me up and set me down onto his back “You are rather light for your size you know” “Are you okay” I said with a voice of concern. “Still breathing.” He replied with a voice Reassuring me “Besides I have a friend that wants to meet you.” I beamed with joy and nearly fell off his back “A friend!? Who!?” He laughed and started trotting down the walk way. “He is the head master of the plantation, and the elder of the Vergimore family.” I just looked at him extremely confused and he looked back to see my expression. “He is our leader” He said.

I continued looking around at the wheat fields and the rows upon rows of carrots. “What are those?” I pointed towards nine different things. He glanced back and chuckled to himself “If you mean those green stacks with a bit of orange sticking out those are called carrots.” I pointed to the wheat that was in the middle of the season. He glanced back raising an eyebrow “That's called wheat . . . your not from around here are you?” He replied with a slight concerned voice. I ignored him and continued looking about. We got up to a tall building about three maybe two floors high. He trotted in with me, there were groups of ponies, all talking aloud sitting down eating and talking with each other. Well until we both came in, everything got dead silent before rustling back up with mass gossip, and light whispers filled the room. The room was more like a mess hall filled with ponies filled with colors and such, though it seemed as if the ponies were arranged in different colors by the sides of the lunch hall. The orange, green, blue and red, it seemed as if they had been Separated by choice rather than forcefully.

This is due to the fact some ponies of different colors sat together, and I seen no signs stating such rules. Most of all that confused me, the ponies that had lived there were earth ponies. All of which had cutie marks that had also been determined by the color of there pelt. The red ponies had cherries, and cherry products and baked goods. The Orange ponies had oranges and, moro colored fruits some in baskets or put together with another baked good. The ponies that were blue had cutie marks that had a wide range from grapes to olives and olives to berries. And last the green ponies. There cutie marks were also a wide range of apples, baked goods celery stalks, lettuce, and peppers. He brought me to a table and sat me down on a high-chair with a cushion on it. “Why hello th-” was all he could get out of his mouth before I started bombarding him with mass questions, it probably sounded a little something like this.

“What is that!” Or “Are you my friend!?” I barked loudly and it got dead silent once again. “What is everyone looking at!?” Everybody just stared at me, and the chatter had risen once again. I looked to turn to the pony who had been talking to me. “What is your name little one?” The headmaster had said. He was orange, and had a bowl of carrots for a cutie mark. His mane was old and white. I replied with “Oooh my name is miss green!” and he looked through me, and at the pony who had been standing behind me almost as a shield.

The pony behind me had chuckled sheepishly and ran a hoof in the back of his head. “She is not from around here” And I blurted out “Am too!” He got up and whispered something into the pony that had been sitting in front of me, and he nodded to himself. “You must be starving, having been asleep for four days” I did have my food pills with me in my pocket but I ignored the fact and nodded my head vigorously with a “Yup yup yup!” he slid a pastry over the table that had swirls of cinnamon and a thick liquid dripping from the top. I started eating it without a second to lose, inhaling it in one bite and chewing with my mouth open, until I heard glass shatter and instantly had my neck clutched by thirty two, who then kicked a hole in the fragile wood wall and ran out towards a dense forest.

As he ran, I was dangling by his grasp and still choking on the honey roll i had just tried to eat. After nearly thirty minute of running he stopped and tossed me on the ground. I could see the anger in his eyes. “What no postcard!?” as he slapped me hard enough to roll me over on my side. “You could have been killed! If not killed than taken advantage of!” as he stood me up violently and slapped my back down on the opposite cheek. This time you could see blood pockets under the skin of my cheek start boiling up. “Do you think being gone so long neglecting your duties was fun!?” As he brawled my muzzle that then started dripping with blood. He picked me up again, and yelled directly into my face, staring me down.

“Answer me!” he yelled at the top of his voice, blowing my mane to the other side of my neck.

I just looked down and murmured something under my voice. “I wont ask you again” He barked raising a hoof before  i broke down wailing and crying, that was only silenced by another smack that made my right cheek crimson red. He stomped his hoof down onto my stomach making me gasp for air and nearly vomit. Before he repeated the process and finally made me puke. “I've told you this before i'll tell you again, you are prohibited from eating and drinking anything that is not provided to you from the site!” he barked. He picked me up by my neck, I was still gasping for air and he shouted at me once more. “What is your explanation!” I replied instantly “T-they were disguised . . . I was attacked” He than set me down and looked down at me reluctantly. “You are dismissed.” As he used magic to port away, and joy trotted up to me and left along with me.

Compendium 5

One of my most recent jobs within the foundation, is torture. Though the torture was for punishments towards subject for insubordination, I in the past did use such measures for personal reasons. While I was in the process of doing such acts, and after such acts I found it easy to keep a smile, while looking at a fellow subject, or pony. One of my techniques is the manipulation of time itself, within the pocket dimension. Let me clarify this, I do not control time of what so ever, but I can slow it down to make a minute seem like a century mentally rather than physically. Most of which all of my methods were only facades and only affected subjects mentally, but the mixture of such mental attacks, and physical attacks can drive a pony into confusing what is real and what is not.

Since I have been fifteen I have been given permission to legally torture subjects given to me as an assignment. Another technique is playing with the minds of those unlucky enough to meet me in the pocket dimension. I use there deepest and darkest fears against them, including there unknown families and friends that they never had. For subjects, fears are completely different than that of a normal pony. Like losing a friend is one of my deepest fear. Some fears can be simple, like falling asleep or even some are simple as returning to something we all called home. Though a lot of us would not like to admit it, we all have fears were all no different than the other ponies that have a normal life, besides our combat skills of course.

The first day I was aloud to go outside I went along with thirty two, he showed me what grass was, clouds and should me that I could walk on them. The outside world was filled with colors and just the total opposite of all the sites I had been to.

I was so excited to have explored all of these new things in such a short time! He told me about the sun, and how it gives us life. When it was night he told me about the moon, and even set up a fire, teaching me how to do so. This was my first time ever seeing thirty two smile. When he told me of all these things it seemed like he was enjoying himself.

I want you to think about it from my perspective, thirty two is in high command of the foundation, the district that I was located in anyways. The pony who laughs, and taking pride in beating ponies. When he is punishing thirteen he was a time of his life. This was because of the fact that she would always fight back, and talks back. When I can hear bones crack and wings shatter, all else I can hear afterwords is him chuckling and laughing to himself.

This of course did not leave me out of punishments. Some days if I were to come back after failure, he would simply kick a hoof in, and out of place. But some days he would through me around stomping on me, and using magic to torture me. The duration would last from the time it starts to the time I pass out. At times I would wake up with broken or bruised areas that had not been touched while I was awake, which lead to me thinking that he would continue his punishments while I was unconscious.

There had been hints of sexual abuse towards other subjects, like fifteen and thirteen, but none of which I could have found out as a fact.

-

When I got older, sometimes I wanted to intervane with such acts like when I was employed with subject thirty nine. He is a unicorn with a gray pelt, and a black mane, his current status is pronounced missing in action and was not able to be traced. The mission was simple, the target was to be captured and information was to be extracted out of the target, then replaced with false memories. At this time I was only twelve years of age and had little combat training. The target was a royal guard and was returning to report information about the foundations recent actions. He sat in the middle of the road waiting. I flew into a tree keeping my distance from him. A patrol of three ponies came down the road, the one in the middle was marked by her armor and gold pendant on the center of the leather armor,

it resembled fire and was very noticeable. The group was in fact a scouting unit from the royal guard. I let them pass me and through two sedatives at the two side ponies, as they stopped and drew weapons at 39, she turned around to look at the attacker behind her and  immediately was struck by a paralysis spell. I jumped down from the tree with a sedative in hoof to drive it into her neck, where the armor had not been protecting her. To my surprise I was stopped quickly by a push from 39, and he spoke with a deep voice as I landed on my flank.

“Woah woah woah not just yet kuikui” A nickname I was given, since I met subject 132. His horn lit up with magic once more and the pony was able to speak once more, a female with a brash yet high pitched voice that of a warrior. “State your business slime!” she snarled, only to receive a chuckle in response. “How now, your not in such a position to be speaking to me so rudely and abruptly . . . i'll tell you what i'll let you have the ability to speak all you want” She glared at him with daggers, and he mounted himself on her “W-what are you d-” was all she could say before she cried out in pain and fell down, leaving him to dominate her. I ran back remember what had happened to joy and tripped over myself, crawling away still very startled and scared.

It was fifteen or twenty minutes later when he at last finally came back with a smirk and gave orders to head back to a site. It was times like these I wished I was at the top of my skills as I am now, to stop things like these from happening. These type of events made me thirsty for more knowledge and power, Which . . .

“Cmon Stormy please!” She whined as if she were in some sort of pain. “I'm sorry Kui you are not fit to be training right now” As helooked at her displaced wings and her bandaged stomach. She put her hooves up and pouted like a spoiled brat, and whined and moaned some more “But stormy! How am I suppose to get stronger if I dont train!?” he sighed looking around the purple oak arena that they had been training at. There is more in training than fighting Kui . . .” was what he replied against her pouting. She looked at the ground almost crying for such a stupid reason. “Cmon Kui lets practice cardio”

-Is why I have so many talents that revolve around combat. For example my use of weapons like my rope dart and my chain whip, most of which I use for restraining ponies, and keeping them at a distance. I use kunai and shuriken for long ranged attacks as well as binding them into a roll of some type of metal or PDA to through them all into a barrage. I have many types of swords, for example broadswords, longswords and short swords for close combat if I need it. I have daggers, sai's and a gauntlet that was given to me as a gift. I have a flail and blow darts as well as my sedatives.

Lets just say I have a lot of weapons and how do I carry all of these you might ask? Some subjects like myself are able to use something called a “Pocket dimension” it allows storage of a mass number of small items or objects, that is quick to pull when ever I need it. The weapons are also crafted using the material that also make up the pocket dimension. For now i'll classify them as A and B, due to the fact that it is extremely rare and only is craftable by the user and will deteriorate after going out of the user's radius. The only exceptions is shards that are sealed to stop the affect from taking place.

Type A is a clay like substance that can be molded into an extremely hard metal type substance. This is what all of my weapons are made of, and also why they are all black.

Type B is a white substance that also can come in clay like form as well as a liquid form, I use this type of material for my familiars, and special Occasions. There was said that there were more then two of those substances but I have no knowledge of it.

Spoiler 1

I looked around the room to see only darkness, and a bright light hovering just above my head. “Oh you finally woke up” Somepony had said just out of my view. It was a voice, expressionless and depressing to even hear, a voice of a cynical female.

I moved a hoof only to find out that they were chained down to a table. I started to panic struggling, and raging against the chains, making grunts and at last a sigh in defeat. The chains, they chains felt like it had been attached to my very soul, dragging it to hell. “W-who are you?” I was interrupted nearly Immediately as I spoke. “That is none of your concern, your only concern is what I will be doing to you, and how much fun both of us will have.” She said with the same expressionless voice almost with a hiss.

I looked around the room once again, to see the yellow pelted pony with a green mane, that had been separated with two different shades of green, splitting her mane into two sides. She was standing in front of a rack that contained a large amount of and variety of tools, most of which being whips, hooks, and pulverizing meat malots. I thought 'Had that always been there?'

“W-who are you?” I said with a voice muffled in fright and anxiety. I waited for an answer but only received silence in return. She slid the rack behind me and out of my view. It got dead silent and I raised my voice to be heard, to the point of being in a tone of irritation. “Cmon all ready I have-” as I was left breathless with a bone crushing smack that lined my chest and leaving it with the outline of the thin whip, that had assaulted me.

It stayed silent and I fought the tears that were flushing from my eyes. “You will say thank you after every whip given to you, and every ten you will say 'thank you mam may I have please have another.' if you miss anything I will double up on the punishment. Understood?”

'I was trembling all ready from the first whip how could I-' as I was interrupted in thought, as I felt yet another crash against my chest. I yelped out instantly “I-i understand!”

The following hours was nothing but agonising and searing pain, my chest, stomach, and private areas had been ravaged by the whip, leaving it with blisters and missing fur that had been whipped away. “Thank you mam may I please have another!” I cried out howling in pain. I heard raddling and a clank, that was when I knew the whip had been put down. Than she spoke once again “You seem to be crying . . . is there any-” I quickly cut her off out of a fit of rage. “You wont do anything but let me go you damn split-!” I was silenced by a swift hoof to the left side of my cheek, leaving a pink mark. She than propped my chin up and grinned at me “How about we try “Excuse me” And maybe a “Sorry”

I stayed silent and waited for silence to answer her. She went to the rack and got a branning tool used for cows and mules it quickly lit up in a white aurora and she at last spoke “Tsk . . . and I thought you were the goody four hooves . . .” As she pressed the utensil against my ribs, which quickly got the better of me. “Oh- im sorry!” she grinned back in response but kept the tool there. “And?” she said tauntingly. I squealed as I felt the utensil sink deep into my flesh. “Excuse me for my beavior please stop!” She lifted the utensil and put it away. I looked back at the mark to see two words imprinted on the side of my body. “I'm sorry”

I repeated it quickly to avoid any problems, almost unable to speak but somehow mustered up the courage to do so. She than walked over to the rack once more and ran a club to the side of my head, enough for me to be able to see it.

It had large round circular humps on it. I heard a grunt and soon after a bone chilling crack, that landed on the center of my stomach, and soon after my back left hoof. I was left breathless unable to speak, though my mouth was wide open. I looked down to see a bone sticking out of the hoof, and than a Crack! Smack! Crunch! on the opposite hoof, and than I remembered “Thank you!” I yelped out, still somehow crying for the four hours I had been here. She than slammed the mallet down onto my stomach, and I vomited up from the extreme force. I heard the rattling of setting down the tool.

I was still coughing and spitting up puke and blood when she pulled out a tool from the tray. “Your crying and moaning can irritate others” As she picked up a needle and started threading it. I pleaded with the rest of my energy, though muffled from what she was doing, in an attempt to end the torment.

“P-please . . . please stop” I said weakly but only received a grin and a quick jab to my muzzle. I quickly yelped out in yet another plea “Please just stop! I'll do anything!”

She replied quickly almost in a snap “I have your word?”

“Yes . . . mam” I said weakly back. “Okay” as she dove the needle in and out of my mouth stitching it shut, causing severe pain and closing my ability to speak.

She sat the table up and she pushed a mirror to me, so I could see my reflection. I looked into it to see a mare with a red tipped mane, with a green filling the inside. Her pelt was khaki almost brown. Indeed it was me, the one with the mouth stitched together, the one with bruises and blood spattered about my body, from the constant ripping and tear of a whip and Mallet. The broken hoofs had been dripping with blood ever since they had been popped out of place. Even after I was left to look at myself I could still feel the burning sensation of the whip cracking my stomach leaving me completely breathless.

I looked down at my lower ribs to find that the blranding mark was still there, almost seemingly branded into my mind. It did not matter anymore, I must always be sorry, I must always be polite to my superiors say thank you with sir or mam, and if given the luxary of such a thing, even if I truly do not like it, I will always say “Thank you mam or sir may I please have another?”

As I was thinking to myself I was Involuntary sobbing, though completely mumbled I just could not look any longer, at the monster I had become and I quickly looked down.

I heard a small chuckle once more and my chin was propped up to look directly at the mare. “Cheer up” She said with a smile that I had never seen before in my life, that of a subject. She slapped my cheek playfully and trotted off into the darkness.

I woke up in the woods, Hyperventilating and my mind racing. I felt my mouth to find that it was open, and had not been touched. I raced to the lake, and gazed at myself in the reflection. My body had never been touched, all of the marks and pains had disappeared and at last the night was over, ending with me drenched in sorrow and despair, and with a final phrase oh so familiar yet slightly different “Thank you mam it will never happen again”

Novella 1: Amiable

Read the damn authors note first! ;)

Rustling leaves fill my ears as I trotted down the road once filled with gleaming happiness, but now filled with the very thing I thrive on the most . . . Revenge. I can still hear the laughter and giggles of my treasures slowly fade away as I look at the tree that once hung the cadaver of the one I held onto at night, the one who would always be there for me. I looked down at the ground, still trotting towards my objective. I looked over at the side of the dwelling, to see a glint of what was the mangled carrion of entity that I once called a name, the same name I sat down with, cradled with until the very end. As I carried onto the outset of the abode, another gleam of light sparked in my mind, as I ran up the stairs in a hype, and into the bedroom. The gap of the room, still burning and screams all surreal, still there as I had last seen it.

I looked into the cracked mirror that was hanging from the ceiling, seeing the unscarred mare that I used to know, slowly turn into something I was never suppose to be. I looked beyond the crater within the wall and stared at the clash being present, watching that useless mare sit on her flank, watching everything burn down to the ground into a depression. My heart was racing and I felt as if my dieing moment was near, I just could not breath it was as if I were under water and inhaling every bit of water I could. I picked my head up in the process of hyperventilation, and put a hoof onto my heart as sweat quickly poured out of my pelt, Just a dream . . .

-

I got up and out of my bed, or at least my sleeping bag looking at the hot charcoals and waste that had still been burning. Though the sticks, twigs and piles of wood has turned into ash. I looked up at the the moon as I sat down next to the fire. I put my hooves down in front of the warmth and heat the fire so kindly gave to me and I watched as the sweat slowly abandoned my hooves. Maybe . . . I can skip tonights sleep . . . I thought to myself as my hooves gained heat and warmth.

I reached over to my saddlebag, dragging it towards me and put it on myself. I got up and trotted towards the darkness that catered to the small radius of light that the fire supported. I reached up for my sheethed sword that had been hanging from a branch of a dead tree, slipping it over myself like a sling and it hugged my left side of my ribs. I sighed and started down the dirt road.

Such a wonderful night, the stars were out it was a full moon and the sky was a dark blue color. There was small breezes every now and then but that only adds to the beauty and realism of the night. It had been a couple days since I left Candlelight it was a nice town, the architecture was simply amazing and the ponies were nice and minded there own business.

As I trotted down the road . . . I could not help but feel the sorrow my dream had brought me, slowly as I trotted down the road and slowly but surely sorrow became anger, and anger engulfed into flames of rage. I huffed and shook my head, to shake the tears that had been Impending, waiting for my collapse as they trickled down my face. I wiped my face clean of weakness and kept on my way towards Frail, the Freelang capital. My destination was long, cold, and was also neighbored to another town, close enough to buy supplies. The town of frail was known for its massive walls made from Ice, and had a protective magical barrier casted by Streamlet himself.

The place was a sanctuary for traders, peace lovers and business, though I was not interested in any of that. The one thing I wanted, the only thing I wanted, was to eavesdrop in the class one meeting that was to be held with the Freelang Empire, the Terrestrial Empire, and the Stellar Empire. I had first heard of such information when I was at Candlelight, a recent attack with no identification was prosecuted on the Stellar Empire, and the Terrestrial Empire, both of which taking heavy casualties.

The survivors retreated to Candlelight on orders, and soon left as they recovered though they described every bit of information that I needed to know what was happening and who the third party might be. I questioned where the meeting was at, and who would be attending it. I did however find it odd, that all three factions had decided on a meeting, and to top that off, both Flux and terran both agreed that no military forces would be leaving or entering the capital and they would not bring anypony else other then themselves. Odd . . . they had been at war for so long, I do not remember anything like this happening at any time. As I trotted down the road I seen a sign. “Dafalia” Was what it said.

I sighed trotting down the road, dawn was approaching had I really been going for that long? I thought to myself. I had seen the orange halo around the horizon as I was trotting. My ears perked up at the sound of wood, smacking the ground in a patterned cycle. As I kept trotting I seen a trading cart, being towed by two earth ponies, one being a female and the other a male. Both of which were an orange color, and both having a blond mane. They looked like twins to me, I stood up on two hooves and waved a hoof at them. They stopped in front of me, and greeted.

“Hey there partner, do you need something?” The female said, her cutiemark was a slice of an orange in a cup, there was a straw coming out of the cup and hung like a fishing hook. She spoke with a roudy, and deeper voice than expected and had a big accent. I looked at her, searching her for weapons or anything that could do harm and after about five seconds, her smile she had afixiated on me had disappeared and her eyes looked at my sword. “I dont mean any harm . . . could I buy some goods?” I asked in a raspy and sort of masculine voice. As I spoke the male got up and out of the chains that attached the cart to them, and trotted out into the back of the cart without a word. The female did the same but stood there with me.

“What are you looking to buy we have food, liquids and clothing all from the Vergimore family.” She said as she set the chains onto the ground, and looked back at her colleague, returning a look at me that seemed like she was proud. “Let me take a look at your clothing, food and water.” I replied. The male brought me over a set of clothing, black and brown in color, though they were plain, but that was just the way that I had loved them to be. “You don't talk much do-” I interrupted her so time would not be wasted. “How much are they?” I said. “Oh well how about twenty gold bits?” She asked.

I reached into my saddlebag and held my hoof out with the bits waiting for her to accept them. She took them with a smile and said “Thank you, anything else?” The male set down two small brown packages, both of them saying C-rations on the top of them, following the brief description on how to cook, and a caution description. C-rations are cooked and canned goods produced for public use, rather than military but are actually very useful when traveling long distances without towns and such, due to the fact they will always stay fresh. “Six gold bits” He said and held a hoof out, without the smile and cheerful voice. His voice was replaced with a deep and mellow sounding voice, I knew he did not talk often just by hearing it.

I hoofed him the bits and replied “Water?” I said slightly irritated. “Oh right!” She said as if she had forgotten I told her about two minutes ago. She trotted back with a bottle of water, and hoofed it to me, “One silver bit” I just looked at her, for the longest time thinking how stupid some ponies can get. “You got me a bottle of water for traveling?” I said still irritated. “Oh sorry how many did you want?” She asked innocently and gave me a sheepish chuckle. “Four bottles and a capped flask” I replied, and slipped my saddlebag off of my opposite side of my sword, and opened it, ready for the supplies. She returned with the supplies I asked though, little did I know she was a clumsy mare, she slipped and fell right on her flank.

“O-oh! Whoops! Heh sorry at least nothing bad happened to your stuff” she said with yet another sheepish chuckle, putting the supplies in front of me that I had asked for. “You never did say a price” I said putting a hoof over my head. “O-oh right! How about six silvers?” She said with her usual smile.

I reached back into my saddlebag once more and hoofed the amount required for the supplies. I picked up my supplies, putting them into my saddlebag. “Where you heading?” She asked obviously curious.

“None of your business” I said in reply as I picked my saddlebag bag up off the ground, closing it shut and putting it back on myself. She looked at me with a spark of adventure in her eyes. “You heading towards Dafalia? Or frail?” She said, sitting down against the wagon, and taking a sigh of relief. “Why does this concern you?” I asked as I stood up, from my kneeling position and looked at her for a reply that would sound something like “I dont know . . .” Though instead of my prediction she said something rather different. “Oh well maybe I could give you directions, we travel a lot so we know our ways around, or maybe if your heading towards frail we could offer some better merchandise, free of charge.” She said giving me a small look of concern, but being covered with her intoxicating smile.

I had started trotting down the road once more but stopped in place, due to her answer and looked behind myself observing the mare in front of me. She did look young, maybe between the age of thirteen or fourteen. “Nothing is free, what is the gyst of what you want?” I said without turning around, waiting for an answer. “Oh sorry, I guess it aint really free . . . we were heading towards Frail but it had been closed off, and they were not allowing anypony to enter or leave the area . . . it looked like something bad happened because the wall had cracks running down them . . . but this was about a week ago, we made a side trip to Defalia to make up for it but Frail is just an amazing trading route.” She said with crimson cheeks displaying the chagrin she had.

“And you want me to do what?” I turned around and asked. “Maybe you can escort us back to frail?” she said. I stood there not replying, only studying her watching her every move as she laid back against the wagon, her front hooves on the back of her head in a relaxed position. “Don't hold me up than” I said keeping in mind of my objective and I watched as her face lit up with joy and comfort. “Oh thank you miss- excuse me what is your name?” I tossed my bag on the wagon and replied. “It's Amiable” I said confirming my name.

Hours had passed, the morning turned to mid-day and mid-day turned into night, replicating the same night I experienced just the other night, though the moon was in the form of waxing gibbous. It was a colder night, almost enough to be classified as chilly, and nearly enough to make me shiver. We had set up a fire to rest up for the night, knowing the dangers of trotting at night with timber wolves and wild bears attacking.

I sat down next to the fire, putting my hooves close to the fire and watched the sleeping mare murmur in her sleep, tossing and turning. “She is special to me” He said to me, catching me staring at her in her sleep. “Is she now?” I said with a smirk, something I had not done in such a long time until now. “I would like to thank you for staying with us along the way, we have had some difficulties in the past . . . she sometimes gets scared and likes to cling onto others” he sat down next to me, looking at my facial expression that expressed every ounce of exhaustion within my body. “You look tired.” He said laying with his back against the grass, and his back hooves right next to the fire, his front hooves in the back of his head. “I am tired.” I replied and leaned my head up against his lap, placing it on top of him and sighing in relief. “You are okay with is?” I asked, finally letting all of the weight of my head relax onto him. “Fine by me.” He said before speaking again. “So you are a mercenary?” He asked and looked at his loved one. “Just trying to get by, is all not necessarily a mercenary.” I replied turning over on my side, and laying my cheek onto his lap.

He had said something but I could not translate it, it was tongue, everything was blurry but oh so relaxing . . .

“Do you think we should wake her up?” I heard as soon as I woke up, and soon after a reply. “We dont have time to lose, but she does look tired . . . maybe just a bit longer?” I sat up from the tree that I had been laying against, rather the warmth of the body of the night before. “I'm all ready up.” I said looking at the startled mare on my side that was now scampering to the wagon. “Oh all right! Heh cmon big brother!” she said stepping inside the metal harness, and tightening it so it fits her snuggly. She reminds me of her . . . always energetic and laughing all the time, making those stupid chuckles after every statement she makes. I do like her though . . . I know I can protect her, I thought.

The stallion also strapped himself in, he glared over at me, as I put my sheathed sword back into place against my side, and stretched out my wings. I stood up and trotted in front of them. My ears perked as I heard both of them trot at the same time, with the same noise that were made by the wooden wheals of the cart. “So where are you from?” I heard the mare say. “It is only polite if the guest would ask questions first.” I said in reply. “O-oh yes mam, is there anything I might answer for you?” She said

“Well what is your name? And your friend?” I said not looking back but only to keep trotting. “Oh my name is flavored Valencia, but you can just call me valentine its kind of a nick name heh. Oh and uh my big bro's name is flavored Navel, but I just call him big bro.” She said. “I see . . . and where are you from?” I asked as I trotted down the road, this time looking for the answer I wanted. “I'm from GreenPatch and so Is my big brother, well the main plantation of GreenPatch.” She said with an ear to ear smile, that even made me chuckle “Spose that's it” I told her, hiding my smile.

“So where are ya from?” She asked, with a smirk left over from the cute little smile she had. “Oh yes . . . im from the town Turtles Plateau, though I lived on the outskirts of the town rather in it.” I replied, this time I was focused more on the journey rather than the conversation that had started. “Oh i've been there quite a few times with my big brother and my pa! I like it there the water is blue and there is a lot of guards to offer protection!” I nod my head for my reply and continued trotting. “What about your cutiemark? What is it?” she asked.

“Oh this?” I put my hoof over it with a small grin remembering all of the past memories that I had enjoyed while I participated in my hobby. “Its two clouds, with rain drops below it, it resembles my talent with changing weather and clearing clouds with a weather team or alone, it actually use to be my job” I replied putting my hoof back down and my wings that had been flapping to allow me to use a hoof. I stopped on the spot, and my ears perked up once more listening to the rustling leaves around us. “Valentine, keep going I will be right there I just need to take care of something.” As I stood up on two hooves and put my front right hoof on my swords hilt and waited. They both complied to my orders and they had continued trotting without a single reply.

I stood still looking at the cart until it had disappeared, waiting for something if anything to happen. Not long before I heard the clogs of hooves land behind me. “Amiable of the plateau, you are wanted for treason, murder and espionage on multiple accounts, the Stellar Empire demands that you give in, for punishments may be excused, if not excused reduced.” I turned around and gave the five ponies a cynical look whom, were lightly armored with the emblem of fire that displays the Stellar Empire. Though they did seem to be different, then my last encounter, they were all wearing masks rather than  steel helmets. They were decorated with the symbol of fire on the left or right sides of the masks. “I've told you I have things to do, and do not have enough time for your tricks and silly rules.” I said, drawing my sword and sticking it into the ground in front of me, so I could lean over it as if it were a cane.

“You take us for foals play, you will not get away murderer!” As the centered pony in the group of five spoke, they all drew swords and got into a defensive position. “Oh i'm not the murderer now?” I took time to let the words boil up inside of me, slowly taking my conscious over with rage. “You are all the murderers! Because of you I have no one! Not anything! And you think you have the right to call me the murderer!” I huffed at them, and jumped forward, swinging my sword to the left in a horizontal fashion. They all jumped back, but the centered pony caught the sword with his own. The sound of steel grinding was echoed throughout the forest.

All four of them had jumped up and over the pony I had struck, and cornered me into a box like formation. I picked my sword back but felt a strong tug and nip, and soon after both feelings accelerated into pain. My hooves gave out, and I was pinned to the ground. I looked up to see the pony I had struck, put his sword back into its sheath and spoke. “Violence is not everything in life, we offered a more peaceful way to serve your sentence yet you attacked us.” I moved a hoof to reach, and brawl him in the muzzle, but it was soon fastened back to the ground almost immediately. “It is an iron string, enchanted enough to be nearly unbreakable by normal means, and easily used to capture a pony.” He said picking me up and throwing me over his back. “Let me down . . . please” I said in a low tone. The meeting was in two weeks I had no time to be brought back, and worse I must protect valentine! He replied by trotting in the opposite direction I had been going, I looked back to see the other ponies follow behind me, and with my sword and saddlebag. “Please I-” I was silenced by the pony that had been carrying me.

“You do not speak, only listen and obey if you do not meet the expected criteria, equipment will be implemented to be sure the criteria is met.” He said. I stayed quiet and only thought to myself. Murderer . . . such a brash name given to those who are not given the chance to tell the other side of the story. They would never understand what I had to go through to get to where I am now. Hours had passed, I had lost track of time but I knew it was nearly dark and I had a major loss in the progress I had made to get to frail. They never even spoke to each other, nor did they exchange looks, if they had not been wearing masks I would have guessed they would show no emotion.

The pony that had been carrying me stopped and glanced back at either me or the ponies behind me and spoke. “We will be stopping here, A5 You will set up camp and set B rations for six, the rest of you will follow me to set up a perimeter.” He tossed me over the pony he had called “A5,” whom he caught me over his back and trotted over to the nearest flat area within the woods. He than sat me gently on the ground, and prepared a fire. “Where are we heading?” The only answer I got was the sound of flint and steel colliding and a flame sparked, catching fire the twigs and sicks the pony had stacked. The pony than grabbed more wood and stacked it higher, which caught quickly almost like the fire was assisted in some way. I whistled at him, a high pitched note, than a low pitched tone to catch his attention.

“You gonna answer me?” I said, but only was replied with silence as the pony set up sleeping bags, and hung my saddlebag by a branch. The ponies came back from where ever they came from, and all sat down picking through the large saddlebag one of them had been carrying. “Barrier set” One of them said, sitting next to the fire completely ignoring me. “Hello!? It would be nice for a small reply it would only take a small portion of your time of doing nothing!” I said getting irritated. “You do not speak, only listen and obey if you do not meet the expected criteria, equipment will be implemented to be sure the criteria is met.” He quoted himself with the same tone as if he had been recorded with a spell of some sort. I just rolled my eyes. They pony that had set up camp, finished what he was doing and picked through the large bag, and opened a can that had the title “B-rations” he than opened it up and poured it into a can he had gotten from the bag, and sat it up next to the fire. I looked at the food, and my stomach began to growl. The one who had been sitting farthest away from me, looked at me as if he had heard it all the way from there. “So kami, explain to us what happened at Cedaridge?” She replied with a voice that was unexpected, and also came from the unexpected individual that was with me before all of them had came back. She was a female? She looked buff and almost like a stallion . . . though it was covered in the gear she had worn. “That is of none your concern damious” She replied, serving all of them bowls, leaving two of them by her side. She slid the pony that had been looking at me, the one farthest away two bowls and spoke.

“If you are so interested in such a mare, you will feed her.” She said putting the scraps of the container away, and into the bag. “You can just leave it out or through it into the forest kami” The one closest to me said, his back turned to me. “The Terrestrial Empire would have it otherwise.” She replied, as she started eating the beans that were in the can. He spoke and mimicked her the best he could though his acting skills were horrid, that of a newborn who took up dancing class. “The Terrestrial Empire would do this, but the Freelang would do that, my word who's side are you on kami?” He replied, but was interrupted at the end of his complaint, by the pony that was trotting over to feed me. “That would be enough Damious.” and he sat the bowl next to me, scooping up beans with a spoon, and putting it close to my mouth. “I'm not hungry” I lied.

“If you are not hungry than you are sick, from what you have recently eaten. Peristalsis can only happen if a pony has eaten recently and peristalsis can occur when a pony is hungry due to the process occuring twice for the body to sweep up and regain any nutrients or food it has missed the first time around.” I gave him an irritated look as I just realized he brought me into a science class. “Are you sick miss amiable?” He said obviously ignoring my look that I gave him. “Fine feed me” I said opening my mouth, waiting for him to feed me. He scooped the beans into my mouth and went back to the bowl to scoop up another batch. I swallowed and spoke. “If you would untie me I could eat on my own . . .” They all spoke at the same time and looked at me with the white masks they had worn, with the fire symbol on it. “Captives will not be released until court-martial take place.” They looked back at what they were eating and stirred it, none of them taking bites of there food. “Like a broken record . . .” I said, though being silenced by yet another scoop of beans.

Once he finished feeding me, he cleaned my face with a rag he had gotten out of the large bag. “Your vision will be taken away for a short period of time.” He said putting a mask that completely covered my face, and my eyes. All I could hear was the sound of fire crackling and the sound of ponies eating, though somehow I did like being taken care of again. It was nice even though they were obliged to such acts. But the meeting! How could I forget such a thing! It was my one of few chances I had to catch the rat that had made me suffer for such a long period of time! How could I be so forgetful and easygoing while I pass the chance the one of few chances I had to avenge my family!? I had not noticed I was nearly bawling under the mask, though it was silent tears ran down my pelt and down my neck. I had worked my self up to a maelstrom of rage once again, though it was involuntary I felt ashamed for losing control of myself once again. I heard the sound of spoons hitting wooden bowls, and my vision was restored. He put the mask back into the bag, and they all had there masks on.

“He looked back at me as he closed the bag, and sighed sitting down next to his team and looked at the fire. The night was cold and the wind was blowing, it was enough to make me shiver since I had been left out in the cold and away from the fire. The same pony who took care of me looked back at me, and spoke. “Would you like to sit by the fire miss amiable? He said before he was nudged by the pony that was called Damious. He whispered something and looked back back at me, with what was probably a crossed look and than finished speaking and looked at the fire. “I will take responsibility for it” He spoke out loud and trotted towards me. “Would you?” He said. I nodded and he picked me up, setting me beside him next to the fire. They all looked at me, and shook there heads with the exception of the one that was called Kami. I exchanged looks with them and sat down, looking at the fire intensely thinking to myself. For a murderer he sure was taking care of me . . . he is indecisive he must be, making such accusations towards a pony he had just met and expecting me to obey his every command. Yet he was the only one who was treating me like an actual pony . . . what is he thinking? Why does he even care for me? Wait does he care for me? I thought to myself, before the one closest to me, the one known as Damious got up and laid down on his sleeping bag. I looked at the fire and the fire exchanged looks with me, I watched as the fire burning inside of it glimmered with hatred but slowly burning the one thing that gave it life and became red coals of waste, though were re-lit with more wood. As I continued to watch, I laid my head against the pony who had taken care of me.

The only thing I could remember after that was waking up on the back of a pony who had been trotting down the road. “Where are we?” I said but only received silence. “Im talking t-” I was interrupted before I could speak with the same chant from all five of them. “You do not speak, only listen and obey if you do not meet the expected criteria, equipment will be implemented to be sure the criteria is met.” I rolled my eyes once again and attempted to move my wings out of the net that carrased them, but they were only tightened, enough to make me gasp in pain. “Do not do that, you will only harm yourself and you will than be considered for the act of self mutilation, and your rights will be further restricted.” The pony said looking back at me with the mask. I felt the wires loosen and at last I was painless again.

“It would help if you would speak to me to pass the time . . .” I said obviously trying to get a rise out of them. I only received silence. “Please?” I said but still only received silence. Time had passed, hours in factually. We had passed small houses and resting inns on the way to destination unknown, until we had approached a sign that I had remembered from my previous destination. The town of Candlelight, known widely for its architecture and underwater mines, and land mines. The economy was widely carried by the trade of clay, bricks, and stone. The buildings were made of brick, and small amounts of other material for example wood and stone. I was set back nearly two day's of traveling, If there is any hope I can make the meeting in time now was to have help in someway possible, but who would help a “Murderer?”

As we trotted up to the gates of the town and entered the town, I seen ponies look at me with small grins and if they were not grinning they were laughing. I was so embarrassed to be brought back to a town on another ponies back, nearly hog tied so I could not move. I looked down at the ground, and felt my face getting hot from the chagrin, if I had to take a look at myself my cheeks had probably been crimson red. I heard the foals laugh being silenced by there parents, most likely because of the ponies who had been taking me on horseback. Literally. We trotted through the town, and up to the only courthouse within the town, usually having a place under the foundation of the building for cells and the like.

As we trotted up the steps of the building, two guards held position at the steps, both having the emblem of fire on there chest plates, though they were not wearing masks. “Her majesty orders the arrest of Amiable of the plateau.” The pony who was caring me said, nodding his head at one of the ponies who had been in the team. The pony held out a note to the guard, whom took it and read it slowly and gave me a cross look. I looked back at him with the same cross look he gave me. “You may enter, Her majesty will be told of your accomplishment.” The guard said, opening the door and standing enough out of the way for them to enter. The building was large, made of brick and had multiple floors, most of which looked like they were for storage of something, or somepony.

As we entered the building I looked around, there were two doors, leading left and right. There was also a downstairs and upstairs directly in front of the door. Of course he took the staircase that lead downstairs. The walls upstairs had been made of wood, and decorated nicely but downstairs it was only stone walls, and as we proceeded down more the decorations vanished. I was brought to a cell, but the pony that had been carrying me stopped and shook his head. “Excuse me” He said, and went down the stairs more. “What?” I replied, looking back at the cell that I had thought I was to be locked in. He trotted down the staircase once more and they ended, leading a large hallway. The hallways had small peepholes, every few feet or so, I assumed that each peephole was for a cell. I continued to look around as he trotted down the hallway, the place looked like something out of a book I would read, almost like a perfect horror scenario.

He stopped at the end of the hallway, and opened the cell. The cell was probably big enough for me to sit standing up, and was extremely small, so small that I don't think I could even lay down, let alone the thought of how dark it would be with only the small vent for me to look out at. The only light source was a hanging light bulb that flickered once in awhile due to low maintenance. “I am not getting in there” I said in revolt of the mere suggestion of bringing me down here. He replied sharply, with the same damn chant. “You do not speak, only listen and obey if you do not meet the expected criteria, equipment will be implemented to be sure the criteria is met.” I interrupted him mid-sentence with a bark “You don't talk, only repeat the same shit over and over, if you dont shut the hell up I will cut your damn tongue off.” I replied mimicking him. “You don't want me to loosen the wire for you miss?” He replied standing still and not even looking at me when he was talking to me. I replied with silence looking at the wire that had been wrapped around me for so long.

He stood there, and assumed that I would not answer, I knew this because he sat me down off of his back, and nudged me to get into the cell. “Im not a damn dog!” I replied “And if you had not noticed im a bit “Tied up!”” I added. He pushed me into the cell, and closed it with a slam, nearly pinning my tail in the door. I gasped at the sound and yelled out “What about the!-” I was Interrupted by the snap of his voice. “Those who treat others with respect, only expect to receive respect in return, and if this chain is broken than why should that pony respect the non-respectful?” I heard him step away from the cell and I quickly spoke out to be heard. “W-wait!” I heard the movements stop. “P-please undue the wire . . .” I mumbled under my breath.

The hoofsteps came back to my cell, and light was caught in my eyes as he opened it. He had a small knife, probably from the many pockets in his uniform. He cut the wire with ease and closed the door as quick as he possibly could. “You are welcome.” He said as I heard him trot off. I tried to sit down, laying my back against the door but the area was just to small, so I just laid my head against the door, and sighed. What did I ever do to deserve this? And what's with that damn pony acting all majestic? Such an ego . . . almost irritates me to look at him. But he is the only one who has taken care of me for such a long time, how could I hate him?

As I sat there with my head against the wall I listened very closely to know what was happening around me. I could hear water droplets hit the ground somewhere near me, maybe there was a leak from somewhere that lead down here? Its so boring I'm thinking about a damn leak in a holding cell, if you want to even call it that. I sighed loud enough for somepony to hear, but only received more silence. My ears perked at the sound of hoofsteps coming back down the stairs and lifted my head to look through the small hole that I was provided. The door opened and two ponies stood there, both of which were guards and had the emblem of fire on both of there chests. “It is important that everypony maintain a healthy hygiene he said as if her were some kind of machine. I scoffed at him and replied “Is that an insult?” I said, he cracked a smirk but it went away quickly. “You will be provided with everything necessary, now come.” He said, moving his hoof to command the other guard. I was pushed out, cuffed by all four hooves in a fashion that restricted most movement other than stale movements that aloud me to move forward and backward. “You expect me to take a shower like this?” I asked giving him a cross look. “They will be removed in due time.” He replied bending over, and putting a collar on me, and quickly lipped out a leash to surprise me. I jumped back and hollered at him. “H-hey im not a damn farm animal I can walk just fine!” He smirked and bent over on top of me, buckling the leash onto me, which made a loud snap. “It is a choker, making any sudden movements and you will choke yourself.” He said pulling it tight, leaving me breathless for the few seconds he let it stay.

He released it and gave me a satisfied look, and made a clicking sound with his tongue, moving forward and pulling me with him. The Freelang Empire and terrestrial empire never treated ponies like this! This is intolerable, how dare they expect me to follow there every command like this! As we trotted up the stairs, I found myself back in the lobby, which we had entered the door that was facing the clear opposite side of the room the exit was at. The long hallway had many doors, one of which had a sign over it that said 'shower department.' He opened the door and entered with me. “Soap and shampoo are both, on the semi tables, use them wisely they are limited.” He said, unhooking the chains at my hooves and stood up on two hooves, leaning against the wall watching me. “I think I can handle showering by myself thank you very much.” I said and gave him a death stare. “Oh im sure you can, most foals grow out of that when they are young.” He said.

Walking around like that is one thing, but having another pony standing there watching you shower is another. The least he could have done was turn around and respect my privacy. I had started the shower and worked up a thick suds with the soap that I was given, and I started rinsing off my body, dirt and mud rinsed off of my pelt. Slowly the dirt vanished and my pale yellow pelt was revealed. I quickly rinsed off my private areas. I used the same suds to rinse out my mane. It was rather easy due to my mane being short, I rinsed through the brown and teal almost a green teal mane the two bangs that had drooped down my two sides of my face were both notched into a ponytail. I rinsed myself off in the water, making sure that I had not missed any suds or dirt. “You are done?” He asked and looked at me Quizzingly.

I could not help but hide my face, when answering him and I replied. “No I am not done.” I would much rather waste time in a nice hot shower rather than going back into the damn hole they call a cell. And it had been almost years since I had a hot shower, it felt amazing the hot water running down my pelt, and the way it made myself relax. I lifted my head into the shower head and held it there, closing my eyes and taking all of the heat in. I heard a buckle and, the same restraints had been put back onto my hooves. “I said i'm not done.” I said, and opened an eye looking at him. He picked up the choker leash that had been laying on the floor, and tugged it tight, turning around towards the door. “We do not fancy prisoners, we only maintain them enough to be put into the process of court-martial.” He said pinning the choker against my neck with more force.

It had caught me by surprise I did not know he would do that so quickly, I had not even insulted the pony! I made a small gag noise, and caught my breath when he released it, and followed him out the door, shaking myself clean onto him. He ignored the fact I had shaken myself onto him, and trotted downstairs with me. Where I had met my cell once again. He opened the door, and waited for me to get in, as if I were some type of dog. “In” He said and shoved me into the hell hole. He took off the restraints and the leash, though I held onto the leash, refusing to let go of it.

“I will say it once and once only, let go of the leash.” I replied in a challenge. “Make me.”

He moved his hoof to smack me, which I quickly ducked and pulled tight the leash, quickly throwing it over him and in the back of his hooves. I pulled it tight causing him to fall over, and I tied it around his neck as soon as he fell and made sure it was tight enough so he could not breath. All of the while he made a loud yelp, which to my concern was heard from others. I bent over him and spoke sharply, with the same grin he once had. “I do not fancy prisoners either.” He made gagging noises and muffled yelps, I heard ponies coming down the staircase. I dragged him into the cell and closed it shut, cramming him into it, and slamming it shut. I heard a loud cry and I looked back to see that I had closed his tail in the door. I ran up the stairs, and seen two ponies who resembled guards, both of which had swords. They both stopped in front of me and braced themselves for impact.

I jumped up against the left side of the wall, and jumped off of it climbing up onto the next floor through the balusters. I climbed the last staircase and seen that the next floor was blocked by three more guards. I flapped my wings with all the power I could do without an injury and flew up on top of the ceiling, kicking off of it and landing at the exit door. To my surprise it was locked and I found myself cornered by all of the guards I had surpassed. “Get on the ground now!” One of them said, all of them pointing swords at me. I stood up on two hooves and motioned him to come towards me, which he did. He swung his sword horizontally, which I stepped back to evade. As I looked at it I noticed his weapon was stuck into the flooring, and I knew this was my chance.

I up to him, and through a punch that sent him flying back, and down the staircase breaking the rails that had been blocking the fall. I took his sword and aimed it at all of the others, showing no stop, or mercy. “Everypony lower your weapons.” I heard the voice of male tenor, I looked at the voice and he had been standing up on top of the staircase and holding something that was very precious to me. It was the doll that I had treasured for many years, the only artifact that I had left of MONICA. I looked at it, as if it meant my life, and I instantly dropped the sword I had stolen. I heard the door that I had shut on the guards tail opened and the sounds of pain stopped, but being replaced with him stamping up the staircase. I got on my knees and put my hooves up in the air, which were quickly cuffed with my back hooves and a muzzle was implemented.

“Take her to my room, we will have a humane conversation rather than what has just been witnessed.” The pony holding the doll said. His voice sounded like he was elder, he was a gray pelted pony with a black mane. They stomped off, with me in there grasp and brought me through the centered door that was at the opposite side of the room of the exit. Since I had been carried on the back of a pony once again, I did not have much of a view to look around and before I knew it was brought into what seemed like a doctors room, there was a table in the center of the room, with shelves and containers filling the sides.

The theme of the room was painted white, and the table was made of steel, which had restraints to them, and to my surprise I was bolted down to the table, and chained down to it with the restraints. They released the cuffs that I had on and left the room leaving me alone. As minutes passed I heard talking outside of the room, which quickly ended with the door opening and the pony who had a hold on the doll walked in. “Amiable is it?” He said, placing the doll onto a table directly ahead of me, probably for me to be able to see it. I did not reply but only looked at the doll. “It has been a long time since you had been caught in a situation like this has it not?” He said, opening a book and was obviously reading. “What does the Stellar want?” I said, still looking at the doll and spoke softly.

“We could negotiate through your sin towards Flux herself, or . . . we could just do away with you. It is your choice, and you are leaving us with very few choices, are you not? With your recent rampages and attacks you are nothing but a nuisance.” He said lightly, not in a cocky or offensive way but seemed to be more interested in his book when he was speaking. “I don't negotiate with the Stellar, you are all filth and could care less of other ponies” I said lightly in return to be sure he knew I was not becoming aggressive once more. “You would prefer death? From what I read in your documents you are after something, maybe we both could benefit from the negotiation?” it took me a minute or so to reply, but he gave me the time to do so. “I'm listening.”

“If you swear your allegiance to the Stellar Empire, and prepare to die for the Stellar Empire, we will negate your recent actions. This includes that you carry out the supposed tasks on a daily basis, without any issues.” He said, as he started writing down something on a piece of paper. “And information?” I said, obviously interested. “Including information.” He replied setting the pen down. I took time to think and let everything sink in, so I would knew I would make the right decision.

“Fine.” As I seen his hoof move down to the table and it vanished below the table, moments later I heard the snap and crack, of the locks. I moved my hoof up, sitting up off the table and let my hooves dangle below me. I sat straight up and looked at him, with all seriousness and spoke. “What now?” I asked and looked at the paper that he had just laid on the table next to me, where my back hooves had been tied to. “Just sign and everything will go as I explained, I suggest you read it.” He said and put a pen and quill, on the table and soon after the ink.

I picked up the piece of paper and started reading it, making sure that everything there was what he had explained. It said,

It has been acknowledged that Amiable of the plateau has been excused for the crimes of murder, treason, and espionage on multiple accounts. Signing this paper states that you, Amiable also recognize such crimes and admit to the crimes completely without excuses or alibi. As well as signing the contract, you also acknowledge your full pledged loyalty to the Stellar Empire, and will bow to every command given to you without refusal. If this contract is broken, the subject will be punished with the same crimes the subject had previous to the contract.

Lemark III            __________

“And I will be fed, and taken care of?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Anything you could possibly need, including intensive training to enhance your skills.” He replied pushing the quill towards me. I picked it up and signed my signature in print, and slid the paper back at him. “Good, I will expect to see you at the next discipline course miss amiable.” He said, and opened the door for me.