"HELP US"
"PLEASE! RELEASE US!"
"WE HAVE NO QUARRALL WITH YOU!"
"FREE US!!!"
The last scream exploded inside Ermac's ear.
Ermac sat there tearing himself apart from all of the nagging pleading voices.
Ever since Shoa Kahn's unfortunate end Ermac felt things he never felt before, including the dalmed voices. The goddalm voices were pressuring the Outworld warrior to the edge. He let out a cry of rage before beginning to flail like a madman covering his ears trying to shoo away the souls of those innocent people, to no Avail. Ermac began smashing into random objects causing them to fall and shatter. All the noise drove Ermac even more insane. More and more voices began pleading for their freedom, all they did was break the insane warrior more. "ENOUGH, NO MORE!" Pleaded Ermac desperately trying to cling onto reality.
"Free yourself Ermac, you must free yourself." Said a semi-calm voice.
"How!!!" Screeched Ermac smashing his foot into the granite floor.
"Magic," was all the voice said fading away. All of the other voices returned causing Ermac to drop onto the floor. The now Self-conflicted Ermac let out a scream of horror almost like a small child. Ermac began trying to decipher the words of the soul but couldn't as the the dalmed souls cries became louder. Ermac tried to force port away, but with his chains shattered, he didn't realize the gravity of his magic. To Ermac's horror he flew endlessly through a green swirling vortex.
"RAAAGHHHHHH!!!" Screeched Ermac balling himself up, he was becoming mad. The vortex continued it's seemingly endless cycle. Ermac could no longer feel, see, taste, or smell. As Ermac shut down his last words before total darkness were. "We are many, You are but one."
"Come on!, if anyone knows how to help us get our cutiemarks is Zecora!" A young filly chirped happily.
Three fillies were headed into the Everfree to find Zecora one of their very helpful friends. These three fillies were of course, Sweetiebell, Applebloom, and finally Scootaloo. More widely know as the cutiemark crusaders, their mission was to find their individual cutiemarks. From time to time they would come up with the craziest ideas, but this solution was the most logical due to Zecora's seemingly limitless knowledge. Their only mistake was not bringing an adult. They wearily treaded through the thick underbrush.
"Girls ah think we should head back beca-" Applebloom was cut off by Sweetiebell
"No way hose! We came this far were're not turning back!"
"I know besides we've been on this path like a thousand times." Said Scootaloo adding her two bits. So the three fillies treaded on for quite some time until Applebloom spoke up
"Where are we? Don't tell me ahm lost!" She said nervously.
"No..no...I..I.. Totally know where we're going. He he..." Said Scootaloo nervously. That's when the three fillies heard the oddest sound they ever heard. It sounded like a soft cry for help but it sounded as if more than one pony was crying out. This of course scared the girls out of their skin, causing them to hid behind a bush.
"What is that?" Asked Sweetiebell looking at the strange creature.
"Ah don't know." Said Applebloom bewildered, never in her life had she seen such a strange critter.
"Is it dead?" Asked Scootaloo aloud, as soon as she did two green eyes shot open.
