The revolt had begun and ended in the same day. Six hundred prisoners had escaped Sobibor, not including Fluttershy and Derpy. Most had gone running for the hills and forests of Poland, but there was a group of 50 or so who camped in a forest a few miles away. It wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to do, but most of the group consisted of children, the old, the sick, or those who simply couldn’t go much further. The two little ponies found themselves camping with them.As they were walking along one of the humans came up to them. A woman.

“Znam cię. Ci śpiewał do mnie.” The woman said. Fluttershy and Derpy looked up at her.

“We don’t understand.” Derpy said, “We don’t speak whatever language you speak.”

The woman looked confused. Then a little girl came running up to her.

“Mamo, mówią po angielsku.” The little girl said. The woman nodded and whispered something in the little girls ear. The little girl turned to the ponies and smiled.

“Mama, says thank you for singing. You gave her hope when there wasn’t any left. I thank you to. You have the voice of an angel.”

Fluttershy walked up to the little girl and woman and gave them a hug. Even all pain in her little body couldn’t shroud that message. The two hugged her back. Even Derpy joined in.

***

Later that day when everyone had sat down to rest, a mob of children came up to the ponies. They were all from the Barrack Sebastian was from. Fluttershy tried to keep back her tears when she saw their bright little eyes looking up at her. They probably wanted to see their friend, but he was no more to be seen.

“Sing us a song!” One of the little boys called.

“Yeah, Please.” They begged. To Fluttershy’s shock not one of them wanted to Sebastian. Derpy looked at Fluttershy. “Please.” She mouthed. Fluttershy nodded and began.

“Carry on my Vagabond

you don’t know how much your worth

don’t let this bitter life

rip apart your beautiful heart

Storms have thunder

and their lightning

and the rain that don’t seen to end

Just know there in sunshine ahead

People hurt you

and they curse you

and they say your aren’t with anything

just know that you are more than words

Carry on my Vagabond

you the light in the dark

don’t let this worn out world

break your special soul”

By the time Fluttershy had finished her song at lease forty people were sitting around her. Half of them didn’t understand a word she had sang, but the message was clear: There is always hope. The numbness in her chest melted. Sebastian may not have lived but these people had new lives and hope, and that was the most important thing any pony could ever give.

Author's Note

I know that the Polish is probably really off, but I am just trying to be real (lol, this is a pony story) seeing that this is Poland.