“No!” A mare screamed. With the little energy she had, the pony strained to keep out of reach of the things behind her. What little hope the mare had sank when a wall came closer as she ran.

To the ponies behind her, a colt and a young mare, this game was becoming boring and overused. The colt’s hooves pounded behind her and came closer with each step. The mare walked behind the stallion, seeming to keep up with him.

“No, no no no no no no no…” the pursued mare mumbled to herself. Reaching the blank wall, her hooves fell underneath her. “Help, please!” she yelled to no one. Where was she? Every wall was white, but very badly lit. When did she get into this labyrinth? When…

Her captors slowed, knowing the game was over. She even saw one smirk, the other mare. “I have magic, use it!” she whispered, looking around herself. Unfortunately, nothing was there for her to use. Her own magic was useless for these situations; it was only for her own work in gardening, not fighting!

Then she saw… the mare’s coat slipped slightly, revealing her horn. The other mare had a horn, and could surely use it to attack her. Finally catching up, the stallion… sat. He knew the mare would finish the job. And she would.

Both of the mares were unicorns, and pursuing one kept walking, using her magic to even reveal her face. Smiling, the only unique feature was her eyes. She only had one. The other was bandaged crudely, like a work of hooves had wrapped it, instead of a horn.

Then she noticed… the smiling mare was younger than her. Older than a filly, younger than a mare. The humiliation washed over her immediately. Overcome by a little thing of that size? But that feeling was quickly overwhelmed by her surprise.

The little pony lifted her with magic, then, forming some sort of magic ball, she… knocked her out.

“White Chamomile…” The stallion spoke, watching the limp pony floating in the magic his companion had made.

“Yes. That is her name. I wonder what her new name will be, once we bring her to the leaders…” his companion replied.
“Let’s go. Next step, here goes…” both walking away, the floating magic ball followed with the unicorn.

White Chamomile was still, dreaming of a memory.

_-*-__-*-__-*-_

“Cousin!” I yelled towards a purple-maned pony.

Turning around, she smiled. “Wha- Oh, Darling! How long has it been?”

I caught up to the mare and slowed to a trot next to her. “Rarity, years! Hows Sweetie Belle?”

Turning her head to look forward, she led me to the boutique. “She’s been doing the same as always. Attempting every miniscule thing that has even a bit of value for her cutiemark! Honestly, she should really do what she wants!”

“I can tell in those letters you send me. But that’s what fillies do! I remember when you always spiced up your dresses so much you couldn’t even wear them!” I giggled.

She looked at me with one of her mischievous faces. “Well dear, I remember when you tried to buy all the flower seeds in the store! You left him almost rich, White Chamomile!” she looked up at me.
“You’ve grown taller, now that I see it. Even taller than me, Dear!”

“I know! I dunno why; must be a weird growth spurt, huh?” I looked at my hooves.

“It must be! Or is it magic, hm?” she chuckled.

“Heh. So hows it been in Ponyville?” I spoke calmly as we walked through the door.

“Simply fabulous, darling.”

_-*-__-*-__-*-_

“Gah!” White Chamomile breathed, suddenly awake.

She was in a room. It was dark, and silent. She waited for her eyes to adjust to see around the room. There was a door. The room was small, but not enough for claustrophobia.

Then, a clicking sound. It was from the door. Whipping her head around to stare at it, she stood defensively. It opened. They turned the lights on, showing no difference in the shape or number of items in the room. It was the little mare. Her horn glowing, she brought an item with her.

It was a necklace. The string was golden, and one stone sat in the middle of it. It was purple, with a swirling pattern within it. To be frank, it was wonderful to look at.

“Put this on.” The unicorn said plainly. It was a high-pitched and solemn voice. The young mare laid it in front of her with her magic, her gaze watching each of the other’s movements. The little pony said nothing more.

The little pony had no cloak on now. She could now confirm that she was younger than her. She had long hair that fell to her shoulders, her bangs parted at her forehead. Her hair was a brown-orange color.

The mare stared at it. Should she put it on? She could resist, but that wouldn’t end well, now would it? Either way, she knew it would end with her putting it on. Closing her eyes, she picked up the item with her magic.

She thought. About all the disappearances. At least a hundred ponies were taken somewhere and became one of them. Everyday. Would her family be okay after this?

Her family. She remembered. She was an only child, but her cousins were like siblings to her. They loved her; she loved them. She thought of before this event. When everything seemed to be perfect…

What would this necklace do to her? She would find out. Maybe painfully, maybe she won’t remember it, but she would find out the outcome.

As White Chamomile felt the cold of the gold string touch the back of her neck, her mind began to fade. Looking down at the stone, the swirls in the pattern seemed to move. Was it her imagination? She prepared herself for the pain that would end her life.

However, not even that came.

Author's Note

Hooray! Anyway, thanks for reading! Also, please see my brother's fanfic, Adventures of mane7!