We were tired to death, during the last six hours, we had made three laps of the ''Not-for-sissy'' parcour. At the end, the half of our group has given up.
<> The first good news of the day. <> The instructor left the lodging wing. <>
<> When he passed the door, we finally decompressed. All of us was sprawling on the red carpeting.
<> somepony swished.
<> One jocked.
<> Overall laughter. <> Second overall laughter. <> The topic was really juicy, everypony wanted to give their opinions about it.
<> everyone turned to the dissident... <> The laughter, again. I think that I laughed because of the group effect. I don't like to judge when I wasn't a witness of what happened. All I know is that very long ago (like thousands of years), there was two sisters that ruled this place, but one banished the other and jealousy stuffs. But one day, a mare set free the second sister. She proved her valor with friendship and magic things. And then she became a princess too. But twenty years ago, they disappeared. All the guards were seeking for them, so nopony was ensuring the safety of the people, that led to the security crisis. Now, peace and order are kept by private mercenary company. that's the official (and consice) version of what happen. Investigation has rapidly be sealed, for absence of witnesses.
<> I started, <> The calm came back. Quickly, we entered in a dormitory, sometimes haphazardly, looking for a vacant bed. It was like a game of musical chair, except that the players usually don't fall asleep during the round. five minutes later, the passageway was cleared of occupants.
<> One of my roommates, a unicorn, asked. I didn't want to start a new discussion, but I replied.
<> I braced my pillow and put my face on it. <>
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I looked up <> And turned off the light.
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The sun was rising, the birds were singing, the morning dew shone like a diamond field and the...
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The alarm bell rang, I was out of my numbness.
<> I shooted as loud as I could to speak over the bell. <> My call was a little bit useless: everypony was up.
<> Came from the back of the hallway.
<> Whoever said that, he didn't finished. The instructor came in, wearing a protective ear-piece.
<> We were mad at him, but what to do? <> And he left the local by trotting merrily.
<> I said.
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Less than five minutes later, we were aligned in the hall, our ears buzzing. We knew that our dear tormentor was preparing something, but what?
