In the deepest levels of Canterlot castle there lies a single room of roughly hewn stone with its only entrance a heavy door of oak. Locked from the outside, impossibly thick, and impervious to tampering it offered nothing but a false hope of freedom by the soft glow of blue light trickling in along its frame. A hope long since abandoned by the rooms sole occupant the door offered a new purpose however; a natural canvas stenciled with coiling scripture that possessed a solemn air. There was nothing in the dark save the prisoner, the rules painted in his own blood, and the ever present silence that offered little but coiling madness.

(Feature box the same day as release? Are you people mad? 6th October 2014)

Editor Crescent Quill and impromptu editor/writing coach/hated loved commentator Seven Fates