Being Tini

As we walked through the prison, I noticed one particular pony missing, the same pony I'd came here to rescue. I had to go back to the cell block, only to see that my fears have been confirmed. Lemon Wedge's cell was still closed, him sitting inside, shaking, eyes wide open, terrified. I opened his cell, and tried to get a few words to him. "What's wrong?" I asked, wondering what he might say next. He replied with quiet, uneven breathing, it almost seemed like he was cold. I had to force him to get up.

This wasn't a normal prison, I could tell. This must have been a base of operations. There wasn't a reason for all of these guards, and why the ponies were locked up. I began reading the signs, as I forced Lemon to walk with me. I saw a sign that said "Arena" and another that said "Contestants" that was pointing towards the cell block. They were using us for entertainment. I couldn't move, I was stopped by the sudden jolt of Lemon sitting down, staring at the arena. It was then that he spoke.

"I-I killed..." he could hardly get his word out, as he started sobbing between sentences, "I killed Pipsqueak..." Pipsqueak, who loved Luna, who grew to be a very large person, despite his name, was killed by Lemon? This amazed me beyond belief. I guess Lemon was tougher than he looked, like his dad said. I didn't believe him when he said his son was tough, but I guess it was true. He killed Pipsqueak.

That must be why he didn't talk, or move, or do anything. There wasn't anything I could do. He's scarred for life, he won't respond to anything. He'll starve if I don't try to do anything. I'll have to carry him out. He was amazingly light for his size, I guess he hasn't eaten in a while. I just wish there was something I could do right now.