Before it ever was...

"Huh?" Prince mumbled as he regaind conciousness. "Wha?"

He apeard to be tied to a chair (No, not yet), and the room was decorated with large tribal masks. He could tell he was still in the forest by the trees he could see from the window.

"Now my spell is gone, the true fun has now begun," a voice whispered.

His head instantly snaped to the direction of the voice. He saw the striped creature watching him from a doorway. A zebra. That's what she was.

"Why are you ryming?" He asked her. "Its freaking me out."

"An old curse from long ago still bothers me ever so." She shruged. "My motivation for kidnaping is to help with the problem you've been grasping."

He thought for a moment. He had several problems right now. One was the pink rapist he had. The other was he was out of shape, but he was preety sure he could just join a gym. The only other thing he could think of... was his lost memouries.

"C-can you realy give me back my memouries?" He stamerd.

She turned to him and said. "yes but for a cost to get the things you've lost."

"I don't have any money." He replied.

"No, only your services is what I need." She smirked. "For me you must do but one deed."

He gulped. "W-what kind of 'deed'?"

She only grinned and pulled out more of the sparkly dust, but this time she blew it slowly. He could only watch as the small cloud slowly drifted to his face.

...

When he awoke again he was in some sort of bedchamber. The only light was a small candle that caussed shadows to dance along the walls. He found that this time only his front hooves were tied this time. This allowed him to move his waist and legs, but not get up. Suddenly the door opened with a shrill "crrreeeeeeeek" before hitting the wall. For a moment he could see nothing, and then a hoof was suddenly on his shoulder.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKK!!!!!"

She smirked at his fear. She enjoyed scaring ponies. She like making ponies scream, especially the fillies and colts. Of course, when she saw that this pony was an alicorn, she sprung at the chance. Maybe...she could make him really scream...

Prince watched in fear as she walked to a drawer and pulled something, and when he saw it was a knife, he gave what she was looking for; a blood curdaling scream. He almost fainted. He kicked, he squirmed, he even tried to chew his hoofs off, but to no avail as she came closer and closer with the wickedly sharp blade. The tip slowly, and ever so delicatly, slid across his face. The warm blood began to seep into his coat as a slight pain before everything went black...

"Hrmm?" Zecora mumbled as the pony slumped to the side. "Is play time already done? So sad, this could have been fun..."

*mumble*

"Oh? All he awakes, but what more can he-*gurk*" Zecora would have been screaming, had a long tail not been constricting her throat. The tail was connected to the pony on the bed, and the pony on the bed was...changing...into something horrible.

*CA-RAACK!!!*

His body streatched and twisted as he grew in size. His snout becoming more like a dragons maw and his wings growing until they towered (along with the rest of him) over her. Tentivly, a long, slender tounge reached to the small cut..., and tasted blood!

"GRROOOOOWWWLLLL!!!!" It roared as it showed her rangs far sharper than that of the knife she used before. Slowly it raised it head to-

*Poof*

The small alicorn fell to the ground as he returned to his original size. Zecora sat there flabergasted at what had just happened.

...

Prince watched as the zebra mixed a few liquids and powders into a bowl. Every once-in-a-while she would nervously glace in his direction. He was waiting impatiently when she finnaly came to where he was sitting.

"The fumes of this broth will bring back what you have forgot." She said as she shakily handed it to him.

She droped a second solutuion into the mixture, and it started to smoke instantly. He breathed in most of the fumes and... nothing. He felt exactaly the same.

"It didn't-." He started before fealing a pain in his eye. "What in the world."

He reached up to wipe away some tears. When he saw what was on his hand he almost vomited. It was white, not clear, but white. He ran to a mirror. He recoiled in horror. His right eye was melting. It fell on the floor with a sickening plop. He stared at the chocolate brown eye laying on the floor, and then he looked up at the mirror.

"A-a-a." He mouthed. In place of his old eye was a glossy amber dragon one.

(Wow what a twist. Five bucks says no one can guess why he has a dragon's eye)