Reforming Them : A Gem So Rare

Time progressed slowly from there on. The disaster that had blown through Rarity's life had quelled for now. The rumors still existed, though they were ignored and almost forgotten. Almost.

"I swear I'm telling the truth! He had a perch right by the door!"

Diamond Tiara stamped her hoof on the floor of the police station. Why had they decided to not listen to her?! There was a demon in ponyville! One that could bite somepony's head off! She was desperate to get it out of ponyville. If those blasted Blank Flanks ever ran into that accursed boutique, she couldn't run in after them. That BEAST by the door would keep those commoners protected!

"You must find it and arrest it!"

She demanded. The demon had moved, it was gone, but Diamond Tiara was still weary. She could still feel its presence in ponyville. It was a godlike presence. A rather threatening presence. One she no longer wanted to mess with.

"We have done a thorough investigation." The police pony had said. "We really doubt that a gray stallion with burning coals for eyes was really there." He continued. He was a light gray stallion with a flaming blue mane with red details along the edges. He was basically born to be a cop. Diamond Tiara scowled at the police pony that towered high above. How much did she need to bribe him to get him to DO AN ACTUAL INVESTIGATION?

"He traumatized me! He NEEDS to be arrested!"

Diamond Tiara continued to stamp on the floor like a toddler having a hissy fit. This did not intimidate the officer of the law one bit. He was a rather bulky male, so he obviously wasn't going to be scared by an angry filly.

"We cannot arrest something that does not exist."

The cop had enough of this, as he simply started trotting out of the lobby of the police department and into one of the room that was marked for staff only. That was rather dramatic of him. With a huff, Diamond Tiara was about to follow after him. Though she was stilled by the hoof of Silver Spoon. Her trusty partner. Her only friend.

"Maybe we should do the investigation ourselves? Revealing those Blank Flank's monster would get us named Heroes of Ponyville, wouldn't it? All the popularity we could ever need!"

Silver Spoon suggested. She was the only pony Diamond Tiara truly appreciated and tolerated. She was rich like her, full of good ideas, and had her cutiemark. Diamond Tiara thought over it for a second. Eternal gratitude towards her, possibly from all four princesses..

"That is the best idea I've heard all day. Let's get started."

Diamond Tiara chuckled as she turned around to the entrance of the police station. Pushing the glass door with her hoof as she exited the extremely old police station. It was built last century or something. It was full of old wooden furnishings. Diamond Tiara preferred the much more luxurious life style over the poor pony wooden furniture life style. She would obviously never live long to even get a glimpse of that life style. Like she needed to see that sort of style in the first place. She released herself from the rackety place and took a breath of fresh air.

"Don't we have school?"

This was the only part of Silver Spoon that Diamond Tiara disliked. Silver Spoon was absolutely OBSESSED with school for whatever reason. Diamond Tiara clapped her hooves together, summoning a cart that would carry her and her friend. It was pulled by an old looking pony wearing an aged tux. He barley had any hairs on his head, so he was a tad bit bald. He was one many butlers Diamond Tiara had. Climbing into the cart, she left the door open for Silver Spoon. Who in which, shambled in and closed the door.

"I kind of don't want to miss today's lesson. I heard we're learning a surprise lesson in history period. Something about the Breezies."

Silver Spoon grinned. Diamond Tiara honestly see WHY Silver Spoon liked school so much. It's not like it helped them in the future. I mean, who needs school when you are born into a rich family? Also, Breezies sounded EXTREMELY lame. At least the 'War for Atlantis' was a half decent topic.

"HOUSTON! TAKE US TO THE SCHOOL!"

Diamond Tiara yelled, her butler nodding obediently. The ponies on the streets felt pity for 'Houston'. His real name was Story Line. He used to write short stories for ponyville. Fantastic stories. Now he was reduced to waiting for commands by a rich filly who basically controlled his life. How sad. The cart starting bumping along the road of ponyville, heading to the school house on the end of town.

"I seriously don't understand WHY you like school so much. We have to be in the same room as those blank flanks for like, seven hours."

Diamond Tiara complained. "Blech."

She added, making a face as if she had just saw something vile.

"I dunno."

Silver Spoon answered simply as the cart came to a halt. That was fast. A bit too fast. Diamond Tiara peered out the window of the cart. They were indeed at the school. Maybe Houston picked up the pace today. Good for him. Diamond Tiara exited the carriage, followed by Silver Spoon. Diamond Tiara dismissed her butler with a wave of her hoof, as he ran off into the distance, away from the red school house. Outside the school, there were multiple fillies and foals. Some played Wallball, which was a rather strange competitive sport. You had to throw the ball at the wall and if the ball touched you then you had to touch the wall. She seriously didn't care much for it, though it was entertaining to watch. It kept her on the edge of her hooves, especially when some filly was running to the wall and got hit by the ball. The swings and slide were clogged up with ponies, so she wouldn't be getting on those. Really, she was just here for Silver Spoon. She could care less for playing games or getting on the equipment.

"Besides, if we get lucky, maybe we could find out if that demon is mentioned in history class."

Silver Spoon, why were you so smart? Now there was a reason to pay attention to history class. Diamond Tiara felt herself smile. She was currently dreaming about what would happen if that monster was mentioned in history class. If it was, there was probably going to be a nervous reaction from one of those Cutiemark Crybabies.

"You're full of great ideas, Silver."

Diamond Tiara complimented as the two trotted onto school grounds. In hopes that she could learn about the monster. She was going to directly ask Ms. Cheerilee about it. She wasn't going to wait. Why should she? The faster she got rid of that beast, the better. Diamond Tiara trotted past the jump-ropers, ushering silence upon them just by being there. As soon as she passed, they resumed their talking. They truly feared her. Thank Celestia they hadn't heard of her running from what was supposedly just 'A Stallion with a Dentistry Problem'. She cringed as she got a sudden flash back of those blood-stained fangs in her face. It was unnoticeable cringe, even Silver Spoon couldn't see it. She made her way into the school house, seeing Cheerilee, their teacher, waiting patiently at her desk at the front of the room. The desk looked out upon at least twenty smaller desks that students were to sit in.

"Ms. Cheerilee? I have a question."

Diamond Tiara called for the teacher's attention as she entered the room.

"No, you cannot buy the school to tear it down."

Cheerilee rubbed her temples. What kind of response was that? Well, Diamond Tiara had been asking Cheerilee about buying the school so she could tear it down. Then build a factory on top of the rubble. Diamond Tiara ignored her answer.

"I was wondering about something recently.."

Diamond Tiara thought of a way to describe the beast. What were it's features? Diamond Tiara had paid attention to it's teeth most.. Though before it had snapped at her, she was able to get a good look at it.

"Is there a pony or monster that appears in history that has a long, red horn?"

Diamond Tiara smirked. She was going to get an answer.

"I don't know. If there is, the curriculum hasn't told me about that pony. Or any history books. Or anything, really."

Diamond Tiara was dumbstruck. How could CHEERILEE not have an answer?! She literally knew EVERYTHING. Also, Cheerilee was being a grump, as per usual. She wasn't always all happy around Diamond Tiara due to her being reported bully. Diamond Tiara stamped her hoof on the ground angrily. Why was it so hard to get answers about this monster?! It's like it didn't even exist! IT DID! It had crimson eyes, took the form of a gray stallion, had a mane and tail that whipped through the air, had a long red horn with a ring around the center of the horn, and hard sharp, pointed teeth! You'd think it would be REPORTED! Slightly fuming, Diamond Tiara turned to look at Silver Spoon, whom was right behind the angry Diamond Tiara. She was looking rather docile. She walked in front of Diamond Tiara, approaching the teacher's desk nonchalantly.

"Ms Cheerilee, why have the Breezies been gone so long?"

Diamond Tiara couldn't help but roll her eyes. Cheerilee's pink face lit up as soon as she noticed Silver Spoon was here. Silver Spoon was a reported bully too, but Cheerilee apparently favored her over Diamond Tiara.

"It was because the Crystal Empire attacked them a thousand years ago."

Cheerilee nodded, her smile staying as she answered Silver Spoon's question.

"Why would the Crystal Empire attack some defenseless Breezies?"

Silver Spoon wondered out loud.

"I have no idea myself, but I heard the Breezies are going to be making another trip soon! So I will be arranging for the class to go see their travels. Who knows, we might be able to ask them!"

Cheerilee clapped her hooves together happily. Silver Spoon smiled a wide grin. Diamond Tiara was busy shoving her hoof in her own face. Giving herself the mother of all facehoofs. This was so boring. Breezies? More like.. Uh.. Boring..zies.. Yeah. Silver Spoon was overwhelmed with Joy, obviously. Unlike her cohort. Silver Spoon trotted from the teacher's desk and up to Diamond Tiara. Noticing the extreme Facehoof Diamond Tiara was giving herself.

"Uh.. I guess I got carried away.."

She scratched the back of her head with her hoof, blushing slightly from the embarrassment.

Scootaloo slammed her face down into her desk. How long was this period? She couldn't wait to get out of this prison cell. She pulled her face back up off her wooden desk, looking around the classroom. Everypony else was busy writing their quizzes or doodling. Some of the smarter ponies were already done. How was that even possible? She looked down at her quiz. She was stuck on the last question. It was asking about how Breezies protected themselves. How was she supposed to know? Did they even go over this in class? She didn't remember. It had only been a couple hours since history class. It was Cheerilee's infamous Monday End Day Quiz, it reviewed everything from that day. Scootaloo grumbled some nonexistent words underneath her breath as she looked at the quiz. She picked the pencil back up as she wrote down her answer.

'By flapping their wings and activating their magical wind powers.'

It was a stupid answer, and Scootaloo knew it. It was better then keeping the question blank. She picked up the quiz, trotting to the front of the class and dropping the sheet of paper on Cheerilee's desk. The teacher was busy reading a small book. She usually read whenever they were doing the quizzes. Scootaloo went back to her desk and sat in the silence. She was busy thinking about a few things. What were they going to crusade for today? She had a totally blank mind. Nothing appeared for her. Cutiemark Crusaders Sword Users? Cutiemark Crusaders Potion Makers? Cutiemark Crusader Cryptozoologists? How did she know that word again? Cryptozoologists? What did that even mean? Maybe they should just do Cutiemark Crusaders Dictionary Searchers. Nah, that was boring. Cryptozoology was much cooler. It was the study of animals that were thought to not exist. She had just the creature to research. She would have to visit Lyra later. Maybe she could tell them about the mythical creature called a Human. The bell to the school rung, signaling the end of the day.

"Don't forget your homework!"

Cheerilee called, putting her book down as the fillies and foals from her class flooded out, leaving her alone before she could protest. Scootaloo was out of there in a flash. Running down to meet her friends. She had her backpack on, embroidered with her favorite logo, Rainbow Dash's cutiemark. Rainbow Dash had stopped selling backpacks and such ever since that Mare-Do-Well stuff. How long had it been since then? A fairly long time. Scootaloo had bought her backpack way back when. Clamoring up to her friends, Scootaloo greeted them.

"Hey! What should we do today? I was thinking of Crusading for a Cryptozoology cutiemark!"

She smiled, Sweetie Belle looked rather confused.

"And you call me the dictionary."

Sweetie Belle commented with a giggle.

"You should just stop crusading. You aren't going to get your Cutiemarks."

That familiar voice. The neighborhood spoiled brat, Diamond Tiara was right behind them. They thought of running to Twilight's to get some protection.. But well.. Twilight was somewhat insane now. In their minds. They no longer had Sombra to protect them. So they would have to face Diamond Tiara like usual. Tell her to leave, maybe. They grew weary of Diamond Tiara's antics.

"So, where's your gray monster now?"

Diamond Tiara mocked, speeding up to make her way to Scootaloo's side. Scootaloo thought of shooting out her wing and knocking Diamond Tiara to the curb. So that's what she did. Her slightly larger wings knocked into Diamond Tiara, pushing her away from Scootaloo slightly. Diamond Tiara grunted from the push, ignoring it as she made her way infront of the CMC, making all three of them stop. With the purple and pink barricade in their way, they couldn't move until she moved her fat plot off of the road.

"We didn't have one in the first place."

Sweetie Belle told her. Diamond Tiara pushed her face right up to Sweetie Belle's, her fury unleashing.

"Don't even try to lie to me. You had a demon inside that pathetic building you call home. I demand to know where it went."

She snarled. Sweetie Belle was no longer intimidated by Diamond Tiara. You kind of get used to her insulting you after two years of dealing with her. It no longer phased her. Sweetie Belle's face was now void of all emotion. Along with Applebloom's and Scootaloo's. An awkward silence was struck. The four did not move.

"Tell me, you vile, unnatural, blank flank."

Diamond Tiara spat, her glare looking deep into Sweetie Belle's nonchalant and bored eyes. Sweetie Belle suddenly moved, swerving past the barrier, her friends following after as Diamond Tiara was left behind. Her insults roaring across the play ground as the three crusaders left. Diamond Tiara not following after, as she slumped over to her 'royal' carriage.

"Are you thinkin what I'm thinkin?"

Applebloom spoke as they slowly trotted down the street to sugar cube corner.

"Cupcakes, then Twilight's place? Get ourselves a new member? Beat the snot out of Diamond Tiara? Dance Party?"

Scootaloo said out loud, in which, she got strange looks from Sweetie Belle and Applebloom.

"No, just the cupcake part."

Sweetie Belle corrected, in which Scootaloo face hoofed from her stupid answer.

"Though, I guess we could go see if he's changed his mind.."

Applebloom thought about it out loud. Scootaloo grinned. Scootaloo was ABSOLUTELY obsessed with this guy. She refused to leave him out of their 'Potential Members' list. It was rather short, and Scootaloo constantly thought about that list. It's like she just wouldn't leave him alone, even for just a day. He NEEDED to join them. Imagine them, protected by a god like presence. Protected by a exquisite copier of Death itself. A body guard like that.. Who wouldn't want that? It sounded totally AWESOME! Plus, he was like, half dragon or something. Maybe that's how he got his fangs and weird, dragon like eyes. Either that or he was part snake. Actually, that was a much better explanation.

"Maybe I could change up a few things in my speech, and he would join. Or how about-"

Scootaloo started rambling about how to get him to join, as the three passed into Sugar Cube Corner. Approaching the glass counter as Scootaloo chattered away. A pink mare stood behind the counter, juggling multiple cupcakes boredly. She lit up when she saw the customers walk in. Her pink, fluffy mane bouncing up and down as she flung down the cupcakes onto the counter in a decorative array. They all landed perfectly. Not a single piece of frosting was harmed on them as they landed. Applebloom pulled out a few bits from her mane. Those 'Pinkie Pie's How-To-Make-Your-Mane-Into-A-Storage-Space' classes really helped. It's like Applebloom actually had another universe in her mane. She put the bits on the counter, snatching a cupcake. Sweetie Belle grabbed one too, as Scootaloo was too busy talking to care. She did not grab a cupcake as she walked out. The pink mare flung the change back at Applebloom, and in which, it fell into Applebloom's mane. Disappearing within it. They continued down the road, noticing the long path ahead to the treehouse that stored books. How ironic. It was basically a tree storing trees.

"What do you think?"

Scootaloo finished. They were already at Twilight's library. Standing outside the front. They had to wait for Scootaloo to finish her rant about.. whatever she had changed the topic to. The other two Crusaders no longer followed Scootaloo's crazed talk.

"Wouldn't he be angry at us for Ponynapping him?"

Sweetie Belle suggested, finally pushing open the wooden library door. Because it was a library, the place had work hours. Right now, the library was open for the public's view and use. That's why they didn't need to knock. Though, they couldn't barge down into the basement. Even though they really.. really.. didn't want to be here. Maybe it was Scootaloo's extreme obsession that drew them here. They needed her to stop. Their stomachs churned and clenched as they heard something from the basement. The slow rattle of chains. There didn't appear to be anypony else here. Twilight was notably absent. As well as Spike. They only hoped that the two weren't downstairs.. Doing something foul with the eye that used to protect them. For his sake, and for the sake of getting Scootaloo to stop constantly obsessing over him, they would go downstairs.

Without permission.

They were the true evils of Equestria now.

"Cutiemark Crusaders, Rebels."

Scootaloo chuckled as she skipped to the basement before Sweetie Belle or Applebloom could intervene. Their faces frozen in fear as Scootaloo skipped down the darkness covered stairs. Within seconds, Scootaloo had disappeared into the abyss of darkness shrouding the basement's stairs. Sweetie Belle ran in after her, seeing that the figure of Scootaloo was already at the bottom of the stairs, about to push open the door. Applebloom was right behind Sweetie. In silent panic, they toppled down the stairs, smacking their limbs against the stairs as they fell. They too were soon at the bottom of the stairs, and were in the light filled basement.

Sombra stared at the pile of blurred colors drowsily. What, was Rarity back? No, it was a strange mishmash of shapes and colors. It was defiantly not a pony, by the looks of it. Rubbing his eyes with his hoof, he looked at the pile once more. No, it was not a pony. It was three ponies. All familiar. He couldn't recall their names, but they were apart of his first days here in.. Where ever he was. The small pile of ponies slowly got back up. The orange Pegasus whom often chatted to him back when he was on his pile wasted no time in rushing up to him. He was rather unsettled by them. They didn't make him feel well. He always felt sick around them, like they carried a temporary flu whenever they had decided to visit. Which was supposed to be never. He didn't exactly want to see them again after he was put here. He had connected them to the strange 'Put to sleep' escapades that had happened in the boutique. He had dropped them under the 'Don't talk to me' group. Which was obviously going to be a group they refused to stay in, if they were going to visit him daily like this. The yellow one had ran after the orange one, pushing the Pegasus back, giving Sombra the personal space he would demand from these fillies. He kept a close eye on that white unicorn who still chose to stay by the steps.

"Why are ya all chained up? You aren't an animal, you're a pony."

The yellow one mumbled, looking down at Sombra's shackles. The things made him feel rather animalistic. Or trapped. That would be a better word for it.

"You are ah pony, right?"

The yellow one had this strange thing she did with her words. It sounded different, the ways she said her a's. Though he didn't mind it. It was just a rather strange thing. He had noticed it when she had talked to the orange Pegasus back in the boutique. He didn't get to hear the white one talk. If she did, he surely didn't remember her ever talking. Maybe these fillies did tell him their names, but he just couldn't remember them. The orange one was Scoots or something of that sort. The yellow one had called the orange Pegasus that back in the boutique right before he had passed out from a rabid cloth attack. Sombra tried to think of the other two's names, but couldn't come up with anything. After realizing the yellow one had asked him something, he decided to stay silent. Putting his head in his hooves. Slapping a solemn look on his face as he tugged against the short, metal chains that held him. He had no idea why he was chained to the floor, but it was probably because he was in the care of some bad pony. Rarity had described his current holding cell as temporary, though it felt much more permanent.

"Does that mean you're an animal?"

Scoots commented, looking down upon him in pity. He didn't like receiving pity. It also didn't make him feel good. The sickly feeling slowly started setting in upon him.

"Scoots, shut yer yap!"

The yellow one whispered, trying to keep her voice down. So the orange one was called Scoots after all, good to know.

"I didn't mean it!"

Scoots retaliated. Sombra felt a yawn escape, as he smacked his lips. His yawn showing off all of his fangs as he went back to a neutral, rather docile face. His eyes droopy. He always felt tired. He didn't know why, but he was always tired. Constantly tired. It's like he was constantly drained of all his energy. Not like he had anything else better to do then sleep. There was literally nothing better to do then sit here and look at the walls, so constantly being tired and constantly sleeping was the best way to pass the time.

"Anyways, Sombra, why do they have ya chained up like this? It's really.. inhumane.. It's not like ya've done anything wrong."

The yellow one asked. Sombra stayed quiet, snuggling his muzzle into his hooves as he prepared to go back to sleep. Ignoring the yellow one's polite questioning. He seriously didn't want to deal with them after they had brought him here. To a new place that restricted his freedom.

"Have ya done something wrong?"

She continued asking. Maybe if he answered her, then she would leave. His annoyance would be made clear.

"Not that I know of."

His voice sounded rather sickly. It sounded like he had something stuck in his throat. Like a lump or something. It still allowed the annoyance in his tone to shine through, but it just made him sound strange.

"Go away."

He then demanded, continuing to look into his hooves. He could tell that their expressions sunk by the way they sighed.

"So much for asking him to join. If somepony didn't hog up all the questions."

"You could have pitched in any time."

They bickered as he could hear them walk off. Shutting the light off behind them as he could listen to the familiar slam of the basement door. This darkness that they had left him in. It felt safe, compared to the bright light that was left on when Rarity had left the room. The darkness provided him with comfort. Comfort that nopony could give him at the current moment. He felt new information spew into his mind as the darkness sunk in around him. He had been in the darkness of this room a little bit before, but it just seemed.. different now. He looked through this new information, and much to his surprise, it revealed nothing interesting of the sort. Nothing about his past, nothing about his family, nothing about him. Just new words that he had forgotten and how the darkness comforted him.

He was still just an empty corpse, waiting to recall what he used to know.

He couldn't remember anything. He was nothing. His existence was futile. He would not live if it was not for Rarity. He didn't even remember his own emotions and how to react to those emotions. He couldn't even describe his own feelings or why he was feeling that way. He didn't even know himself. He felt sad, so sad that a normally a regular pony would cry. He couldn't though. Something prevented him from shedding tears, even though he was alone. What was it? Why couldn't he emit emotions like regular ponies could? Like Rarity could? He felt like constantly had to keep a stale face for whatever reason. A reason he didn't know. It was beyond him. Even now, when he was reminiscing on who he was, he wasn't even FROWNING thinking that his entire life could just be called a waste. The only emotions he could express was anger. Anger and wrath. Was that all he was meant to be? An angry pony chained up in a dark basement? Because that's all he was at the moment. A grumpy pony with a case of amnesia. Also with a case of a cold now too. He coughed slightly, groaning about his now apparent sickness. This was fantastic. Rarity promised she would be back in 'Just a minute' but she still hadn't returned from her escapades to the store. He had wondered what she would bring back from the store she had spoke of. His ears flicked as he could hear the yells from upstairs. The yells came from a new voice, one he hadn't heard yet. It was muffled from him being in the basement, but he could still hear the basic words of the scolding.

"You did WHAT?!"

He heard the voice scream. It was one of those yells that could be conjured when you yelled at the top of your lungs.

"I forgive you, but do NOT go back down there AGAIN. You could make him remember something bad."

The voice continued. Slowly getting softer, until he couldn't hear the voice talking. Wait, remember something bad? Did they keep him down here, and hide his memories because he was bad? Or because he had some bad memories or past? They purposefully hid him from himself? They refused to let him have freedom, they refused to let him know why he was feeling certain feelings.. That couldn't be true. No one was capable of doing that sort of stuff. It's not like he could be blocked from remembering things. He would show them. He would get all his memories back, and still be himself. He wouldn't let his past overwhelm him.

That is, if somebody helped him do so.

He was now prone to learn what he had done. His curiosity taking over as the silence of the basement set in. For some reason, he couldn't fall back asleep for a couple minutes, despite his strangely tired state. He finally found himself slip into bliss of sleep. Well, he would have if the lights hadn't shot on once more. He growled at the lights turning back on, and removed his face from his hooves. Bound to see the new intruder and shove them off. Tell them to leave. There stood Rarity once more, closing the basement door behind her, she trotted down to meet the stallion that calmed as she approached.

"Sorry that I'm a tad late, Twilight decided to lecture me once I got back."

Rarity laughed, her smile lighting up her face. He kept his boring, stale face. He was like a rock. She dropped her saddlebag on the floor and revealed it's new goodies. The things she had were.. questionable. She had brought some red cloth and needles, as well as some more food in the other pocket of the saddle bag. For a refined mare, she did eat a lot. One or two crystals usually kept Sombra fed for a day. Why had there been so many annoyances today? He just wanted to sleep. It's all like they were prone to talking to him every second of every day. He didn't like talking to most of the ponies he met. He didn't meet very many ponies, so really, he would only talk to Rarity.

"I promised Fluttershy I would make you a cape of sorts, and I have been awfully busy as of late, so if you want, I could do it now."

Rarity offered. Why exactly would he need a cape? It's not like it was important. It did feel a bit drafty down here, so a cape would slightly help keep him warm. He nodded in agreement, much to Rarity's joy. Maybe she enjoyed making clothing. She didn't seem like the mare that would like to make clothing.

"Maybe after that I could get you out of this filthy basement and get you into public. Dress you up a bit, hide your horn, and you could be seen in the light of day."

Rarity chatted, her horn glowing a blue. Sombra had seen her horn glow before, but not this close before. He looked directly at it. How was that even possible? What was that around her horn anyways? A mystical aura thing that was blue? The aura grabbed the cloth and needles and took control of them, making them float and fly in the air. He didn't know how she did it, but she did say he had a horn too. Was he able to do that sort of stuff? He attempted to feel around for the horn he doubted he had, though the short chains prevented him from poking at his horn. With a rough growl, he continued to tug at the chains before giving up. He put his hoof back down to the ground.

"I don't like the sun."

He simply said. Rarity did not stop her stitching. She was poking the cloth with the needles, making other pieces of red cloth stick to eachother with string.

"I'll make you a hat when I get home.  Either that or I could get you used to the sun."

Rarity offered, as the cape slithered down from it's original pose. It looked shabby, but it would do. It was placed upon his back, and the feeling of a blanket like-object on his back made him feel much more relaxed. He thought over what Rarity had offered. He didn't want to stay in this basement for the rest of his unnecessary reformation. It would be nice to go outside and do something. If he was allowed to that is. Whoever was keeping him here was probably a acquaintance of Rarity, seeing as she wasn't trying to break him out.

"To go outside, I need to be freed from my shackles."

He rattled his chains noisily. Rarity's magic usage stopped finally, as she looked at the chains.

"Well.. I could get Twilight to consider letting you go out into public."

Rarity thought about it for a moment. There was no way that Twilight was going to let him go out in public. It was better if he went out now, before he remembered anything bad and goes outside on a rampage through town. Besides, if he was dressed up in a nice piece of Canterlot clothing, he could be taken to a nice restaurant. Rarity saw he was a robust and muscular stallion, so to have the chance to make some other mares jealous of her catch.. That would be rather fun. Even if her catch didn't understand what was going on. She shouldn't just be thinking about herself though. If he was taken out, he could experience some of the new foods pony kind had to offer. She could teach him about manners and how to act. She could basically remove his past! If she was given the chance.

"I'll have to ask her. You shouldn't be kept locked up in here. Plus, if Twilight lets you out, you might be able to see the Breezies blow through town. They are just the most adorable things. I reform you much easier if you were out of this dusty basement."

Rarity continued, motioning her hoof in the air as she talked. Sombra listened in at full attention.

"Who's Twilight?"

Sombra asked, breaking the conversation away from his reformation and the dusty basement topic. Rarity bit her lip slightly, thinking of the best way to explain her alicorn friend.

"Well, she's a friend of mine. She really likes books."

That's really all that came to mind when Rarity tried to explain her friend. Twilight was indeed a book fanatic, she would be arguing with Rainbow Dash about Daring Do, or attending her Pony of The Rings fanclub. She probably breathed books as well. Maybe she was secretly a book. Nah. That wouldn't make sense.

"Oh! And don't forget she likes vanilla cupcakes!"

Pinkie Pie blinked into existence, suddenly appearing within the realm around Rarity and Sombra. She appeared from underneath Sombra's cape, popping her head out before retracting back under the cloth.

"What? Pi-"

Rarity tried ask why Pinkie Pie was here, but as soon as she was there, she was gone. How did she.. how? Why? Where? Rarity was shocked by Pinkie's sudden appearance and disappearance, but not as shocked as Sombra was. He looked like he had just seen a cockatrice. He attempted to turn himself to pick up the cape that once covered the pink mare, but his chains were much too short to allow him to turn that much. Rarity sighed, knowing that Pinkie Pie was just being Pinkie Pie. Defying the laws of space and time, as per usual. Sombra, however did not know that Pinkie Pie could bend the fundamental building blocks of the universe to her will, so he was ruffled by the situation.

"That was just Pinkie Pie. She does that a lot. Don't question it."

Rarity breathed out, finding that Sombra was having a hard time accepting the fact that Pinkie Pie could just teleport around. Rarity simply did not know how Pinkie did it, but after many years of being her friend, Rarity decided never to question Pinkies antics. They were just too strange for her understanding.

"Anyways, as I was saying. I'll ask Twilight about it. Maybe we could go get a bite to eat if she lets you free of those dreadful chains."

Rarity was prepared. It was time to make some mare jealous. If Twilight allowed it in the first place.