The Harmony Of Equestria

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Jamir's Pov, A month later:

''Okay, I do not want to have that happen ever again.'' Frank sounded perfectly sane. Hell all the guys are just fine after that little venture Into darkness: literally and mentally. Many thing were said and done In our time there, and while we almost fell Into a place that seemed never ending, somehow I managed to keep everyone's head straight and come out as If nothing happened. ''So are we going to do the deed?'' Valiant asked.

''Yep, after a long time of waiting and planning, this Is the day we finally break out of here and get back to our family.'' I sighed, looking over my somewhat clean hands and gripping them to get the feeling back. Throughout all of that, I never once lost faith that I or the guys would never go down like that, not a snowball's chance In Hell: we're too stubborn. But I hope for two ponies to go through what we did: Azure and that tyrant Sergo.

Flashback: Week 1 of solitary:

''Let us go!'' Frank yelled as we got pushed Into a large room that had a sink, toilet, window, and a few bunk beds. Pretty much just like our last cell.

''What gives, this Is just like our other cell.'' Iron said.

''Yes, but there'll next to nobody to chat with, so you can talk each other crazy, so get In and be model crazies.'' One of the guards said.

''What do you suppose he meant by that?'' Valiant looked around our cell.

''Who knows, and more Importantly: who cares? Now keep quiet while I try and find a soft spot.'' Frank felt around the door.

''And what are you doing?'' I asked.

''Trying to find the tumblers so I can maybe lockpick our way out.''

''Sorry kid, but that probably won't be happening anytime soon: those doors looked reinforced, plus what could you possibly pick with?'' Iron asked.

''You just had to kill the moment, didn't you?''

Taking a seat down on a bunk, I cleared my head and thought about on how to better assess our little situation. With Azure double crossing us, being ambushed, waking up In prison, discovering a plot to go to war, and being stuck In solitary confinement and possibly worrying the girls, I was about ready to call It day as It was getting dark outside. Settling down Into our bunks, I looked upon the night sky and silently wished the girls a good night. ''I'm coming for you two little snakes, just you wait.'' I thought.

Week 2: Frank's Pov:

Let's see, a week In, and so far nothing's happened besides just being brought our meals and talking about possible ways to break out: only a few of them being noteworthy. But slowly: more and more I felt lonely. Not In the physical sense, I have my best friend here, but I feel a different type of lonely, the one you can't put In words, ya know? Following my best Instincts on this, Most of my time just consisted of just trying some of my Ideas to break out, which failed.

Week 2: Vailant's Pov:

So far, our little containment has begun to affect a few of us: namely that Graffias kid. Being paranoid, coming up with harebrained schemes, wondering If the food Is poisoned, having episodes, or just being dead quiet and staring at a wall for minutes at a time had me worried for him. Those are usually the early signs before somepony gets ready to snap from the pressure getting to them. But I have other Issues to worry about like how can I cope with being In a place like this again? Last time, I barely managed to make It out that place If not for her...No I can't be reminded of the past, I promised her that I'd stay away from going back to that lifestyle, I almost died...I will not allow myself to disgrace her good memory. Not after what she did for me.

Week 3: Spike's Pov:

I know that It'll take a lot of work to not go crazy from being trapped In here, but I'm starting to get scared. What If they never let us out? What If we starve? What If we-''Spike.'' A firm voice calmed me down. Looking over, I saw Jamir gazing out the window with a sad look on his face. At times, he would fumble with the bracelet on his wrist, sigh, and sometimes punch the wall out of anger at random Intervals. ''Can...can you come here for a minute?'' He gently cooed. Walking over to him on the damp, cold floor, I saw no other place to sit until he patted his lap and called me to sit. Lifting me up and giving me a view of the outside, the only things that could be saw was the calm, dead night sky, looking devoid of any life as the town fared not better as sounds of screaming and crashing could be heard In the distance, other prisoners going crazy or something. Jamir looked out the window for a few minutes and then at me: his brown eyes being filled with an array of feelings, the most noticeable one being hurt and slight rage. ''Tell me something, If you don't mind: How do you feel about all this? He sighed. Looking down at my small claws and over to the others being sound asleep, though Frank would slightly toss and turn every few minutes. I took a minute to compose my words as I don't  really know how to feel about this: I'm only a baby dragon, I know so little of this world, but one day my life went from being Spike the assistant to having all of these responsibilities and opinions to give. I'm not ready for that type of stuff, and I'm not sure my mind can take this.

''So far, I've barely been able to get a moment's rest to stop and think about what all this means and i'm not sure one how to deal with this. Who can really know how to deal with stuff like this? You have all these choices and thoughts and people depending on you but how do you not get stressed out or scared?'' My thoughts went haywire.

He gave a slow laugh and ran a hand through his shaggy like mop of hair.

''You know, can't really tell you If I had the answer: The reason why I'm able to do those things...unsure. But be there one thing I can tell you about, have to be this: Nothing'll keep me from doing this until the day Hell freezes over.'' He closed his eyes.

Now that got me thinking about what exactly drives him to push himself so much, but that can discussed In the morning.

Week 4: Iron's Pov: These last couple of weeks have seemed like years. Our morale Is low, we can barely think, It feels like the walls are closing In and we can't take anymore of this: day In and out: Darkness, restriction, and now legitimately It seems throughout all of this: the guards are trying to break our will but that won't happen. As we sat here In silence and ate the mush that passes for food, something was off. Like really off. A slight tangy and citrus flavor to It. ''Hey, doesn't this taste funny?'' Spike asked.

''Yea, I'm not liking this...'' Jamir spit his food out.

''This doesn't feel right: Are your bones vibrating?'' Spike felt around his body and started scratching around. Looking over, Valiant was twitching and his eyes were darting around, Frank fared no better as he started to scream and shake, but Jamir...He looked out of It: Clutching his head and groaning. ''They must have drugged..the food.'' He passed out. Soon, the room was spinning: tossing and turning as I heard voices, saw bright lights, and felt lightheaded and then felt a shroud of darkness overtake me as my eyes closed.

Jamir's Nightmare:

A slight breezing came across my face as my muscles ached and I let out a huff and got up and for as far as the eye could see was but a barren wasteland. A fearsome wind blew through the skies, obstructing my vision as I covered my mouth. But why do I feel like I've been here before? Walking to a foreign object jutting out, I removed some dust and uncovered...some of the Canterlot Castle. No this can't be It. Going down a little further, my eyes deceived me. ''How can this be? There's no way this could happen, I must be dreaming.'' I shook my head.

''This did occur child...what you see before you Is a definite and hopeless future that has occurred...'' A reptilian voice echoed.

''What do you mean definite future?'' I questioned.

The air was blowing fiercely and picking up by the minute. As to the nature of my question, the voice took Its sweet time before answering.

''You sure are dense. Due to not being able to accomplish you needed to, you single handily brought about war to the Griffon Kingdom and the Ponies which resulted In the falling of so many deaths of the ones close to you.'' A vision was displayed that showing the death and destruction of Canterlot. So many building falling, explosions, screams of terror, and In the mist of It: two figures being the main cause of It. Slashing and smashing along with the sight of so many dead bodies littering the streets. I was freaking out but the worst part came when the Image shifted to the throne room: A bloody and broken Celestia guarding a horn and wingless Luna, crying.

''Stop this, you monsters...what we have done to you?'' Celestia cried.

3 figures came Into view: all clad In cloaks. The one In the middle laughed before taking out a massive...scythe and pulling back the hood, the one left doing the same to reveal...me and Frank?

''Of course not: you never did anything for me, have you? You didn't come to my aid when we were In prison but we got out and saw the true light: That you ponies are liars and cannot be trusted. Our lady and mistress has revealed the truth to us and now all Equestria shall fall under her rule.'' I laughed.

''Please...don't. We can go about this...'Sniff!' another way: thou dost not have to do this.'' Luna was breathing heavy.

''Hah! You actually believe that spare me crap will work? Oh God!'' Frank laughed his brains out.

''My lady, may we please finish off these pests?'' Frank pleaded.

The figure, still having their face covered nodded.

Smiling at the answer, I, the fake me and Frank aimed our weapons and killed Tia and Lulu, my scythe carving a hole right through  the back of Celestia's skull, the blade being Embedded through her head and the tip coming out at under her chin while Frank swung for a home run and cracked Luna's head at a odd angle with a pretty gruesome sound.

''Noooo!'' I yelled.

''...Come along now, we have more to do.'' The figure spoke.

I just sat there, baffled at what I saw: How could that have been me doing that? I couldn't do that, I wouldn't. ''This Isn't real.'' I told myself.

''Oh, you would with the right provocation.'' The voice persisted.

''And you are?'' I wandered through the remains.

''I am something you resent: the very thing that possesses you...I am your sadistic side that you treat so horribly.''

''Why am I being shown this? How this Is even possible? Is anything even real?'' I asked.

''That Is none of your concern boy, what Is should be trying to survive or risk getting consumed by the shadow.''

''Huh?'' I asked.

Suddenly, I felt my body get hazy and felt the force of getting sucker punching by a freight train as I started to scream from the feeling.

''AHHHHHHH!'' My head throbbed.

I couldn't think straight: so many Images and thoughts were flooding through my head, the pressure was getting to me, I can't take much more of this!

For the longest time, I sat there suffering, hoping to have this feeling wash away. Thoughts of suicide and cannibalism threatened to break me, and for that one moment...I was certain I they succeeded.

''...No.'' I whispered. ''They...won't get one over on me...I'd...rather die...than...be. somebody's. BITCHHHH!'' A large roar escaped my throat.

''Wake up.'' I told myself.

''Wake up.''

''Wake up.''

''Wake the fuck up body!'' All my anger was poured Into my words.

Once again, I felt that feeling as I was rocketed out of my nightmare.

Slowly opening my eyes, the first thing my body did on Instinct was empty the harmful contents from my body, thank God the toilet was near as a wave of yellow bile exited out my mouth. Gripping the sink with both my hands, I got my footing and cleared a trickle of vomit of the corner of my mouth.

Hearing something that reminded me of a dying animal.

''Oh...my head...'' I groaned.

Looking over, I saw the guys pretty much how I would describe myself: pretty weak and pathetic. All laying In the fetal position: must being going through their own Hell.

Now that I can think for 2 seconds, what about them, without my magic, there's no way to do mentally communicate with them. Going over to each of them, I assessed the damage: Spike's clutching himself, Valiant's got a fever, Iron has some kind of twitch fit going on, and Frank seemed to get the short end of the stick as he was rocking back and forth, eyes wide open like a crack addict. He must be getting the brunt of It.

''How can I fix this?'' I wondered.

Then a bloodcurdling scream filled the room as I plugged my ears, drowning out the sound that made my teeth grind together. Looking around for something to shut him up, I decided to kick him In the stomach which shut him up.

''Man, how did we go from just relaxing at home to being drugged In prison and put In solitary?'' I wondered.

The sounds of hoofsteps alerted me to someone's presence.

''Shit.'' I thought.

Sitting still, I held my breath and waited for them to pass.

...

''I know you're awake, so don't even try and fake It.'' A female voice said.

Getting up, I weighed my options: seeing as I'm the only one conscious here, might as well Indulge this pony.

''So what If I'm awake: what can you do about It?'' I huffed.

''I can help you out..for a fee of course.''

''No money.'' My response came.

''Who said anything about money: you seem a crafty type that we could use.''

''For what? Not going to help criminals out.'' I spat.

''You seem certain about that but we both know that you'll do anything to get back to your family.'' The voice had a tone of empathy to It.

''And just what do you gain from all this?''

''Escape.''

''Huh?'' I asked.

The voice seemed to snicker before continuing.

''Come towards the door but crouch down towards the lower left near the hinge.'' It beckoned.

Going over to where It called, I saw a small Indentation that looked big enough to fit a hoof, maybe my hand.

Looking through, a blue eye looked back at mine.

''Wait, don't I know you?'' I asked.

''I did rat you out for trying to escape.'' She said.

''Flashing, wait why did you do that!'' I smacked the wall.

''I had a good reason: your plan wasn't that bright, but something tells me that you have more than one way to break out and I want In.'' Flashing smiled.

''As If. Helping other criminals escape Is something  we're not Inclined to do that: we can get out on our own.'' I was fooling myself.

I heard some shuffling and saw her hoof go through the crevice, four green colored pills being offered. At first glance, the urge to slap them In the air came to me, but since having nothing to go on, I listened.

''This pills will help eliminate the effects of the drugs: It should take a few minutes though.'' Flashing said.

I went to reach for the pills, but she held them back.

''Hey, what gives?''

''You'll only get these If you promise that we can get In on your little escape plan.'' She bargained.

''We?'' I asked.

''You and your little group and me, Battering Ram, Renoir, and Zareran.''

''I don't know...'' My hands were tied.

''Fine, you can just stay here and rot for however long you live...'' Her voiced went down the hallway.

Crud, she's got me at point blank range here. I know that at this point not a lot Is given, but...damn. Fine, whatever: If we can get home, then that's enough for me.

''Fine, I promise you guys can come with us, now...give me the seeds.'' I said, exhausted.

Coming back, she passed me the pills and I gave the guys one each forcefully since at this point they're pretty much knocked out.

''When you get out of here, come find me In the mess hall, we'll discuss the details there.'' Her hoofsteps grew quieter as she went down the hall.

End of Frank's Nightmare:

''No, no stay away!'' I yelled. This was starting to get a little scary: Everywhere I looked, the same Image would be there: a depiction of the world ending: But the fucked up thing was It was me...and Jamir. All around would be the same no matter where I looked. A burnt down Ponyville filled my vision along the cries and pleas for help of the the town. Blood littered the once clean streets, houses were burning and collapsing on ponies, and In the midst stood the somewhat Intact Golden Oaks Library with the girls being laid In front execution style.

''Please, y-you don't have to do this!'' Fluttershy cried, her face slightly dripping blood.

''She's right: this Isn't you, guys!'' Rainbow had a black eye developing.

''Oh, but this Is us, my dear.'' Jamir laughed.

The girls started to cry and hold each other, the end seemingly near. Then out of nowhere, a cloaked figure appeared along side 'us', just spelling out bad trouble.

''My mistress.'' 'We' both bowed.

The figure took a look around the chaos and then nodded to us. Walking up to the girls with murderous Intent, Jamir back away a good distance and took out the Avenger and put In staff form and did. the. unthinkable. He threw his sword In a circle and let It fly towards the girls heads with a large blot of blood spilling against the wooden frame.

''Oh god, I think I'm gonna throw up.'' My head was spinning.

I couldn't take this shit anymore, everything was getting to me and there's nothing to do about It. Wait...that's It.

''I'm gonna die...In my dreams.'' I saw the truth. I was never going to get out of here. The Insanity will consume me before long, Nopony'll remember me, they won't care, and the worst part of this? I'll never get the chance to tell Lavender how I feel...

''Hey..'' A voice called.

Oh great, more fuel to the fire.

''Hey, wake up...'' Every word felt like 1000 needles.

''Wake up!'' I felt a massive slap and a dim light fill my eyes.

Jamir's Pov:

''Ugh, what hit me?'' Frank asked.

''Glad to see you're all right too.'' I smiled.

''Ugh, what happened?''

''Nothing except the unusual drugging.'' I told him.

''Wait, they drugged us? But that all felt so real, I actually believed that was me doing all that.'' He rubbed his head.

''No offense, but I'd rather not know: besides, by the way your talking, It's almost as If we had the same vision.'' I said.

''We probably did.'' He said.

''As much as I'll regret this: tell me.'' I said.

5 minutes later:

''Damn..so we both agree that we can't let that happen no matter what.'' I told Frank.

''No doubt.'' He replied.

Just the thought of that was enough to make me even more determined to get out of here. Giving Spike a pill next, I only wondered what he could be going through.

End Of Spike's Nightmare:

''Ahhhh!'' I yelled. This was, this was, I couldn't even tell what this Is. In front of me lay this Image of a massive dragon that laid waste to a type of resting ground, piles and piles of other dragons being scorched and laid down like pancakes. In the midst of all the chaos, the skys looked very gray and rained clouds of ashes. Turning Its head, I saw that It...was me? ''No, that can't be me.'' I was baffled. Seeing the humongous dragon spread Its magnificent wings and took flight to the smoldering remains of Ponyville?

''No, no, no, no, noooo!'' I screamed.

Feeling something akin to hopelessness and utter fear, I broke down and started crying. I just had to, That was the only thing I could do. I was alone, nopony here to help me...

''Spike...'' A voice called.

''Wake up, little guy...'' It said.

Then without warning, I suddenly felt a rush of pain and the voice yelled.

''Get up!''

My eyes opened so quick, I was certain that they would stay open.

''Spike, are you okay?'' I heard Frank ask.

''Y-yea.'' I breathed out.

Jamir's Pov:

''So that's what you saw, eh?'' Spike asked us.

''Pretty much.'' We both replied.

''Well, who do we get up next?'' He asked.

''Frank, you get Iron, Spike you take care of Valiant.'' I told the pair.

Going over and administering the pill to the Earth Pony, Iron slowly started to come to.

End Of Iron's Nightmare:

I've seen a lot of things In my youth, but never before have I laid eye upon what I'm seeing now. In front of me was something out of some wicked pony's mind: A structure of various weapons were formed In the shape of a massive pony, going through and slaughtering all pony alike and destroying everything In Its general path. The one thing that had me really disgusted was how the pony operating the thing was me...but I, no he was different: Various body parts were either replaced with metal or, oh sweet Celestia: other pony parts. ''What kind of sick, twisted game Is this?'' I was disgusted.

This wasn't real, It had to be fake or was my mind playing tricks on me? An Intense pain throbbed throughout my head as the only thing occupying my thoughts were the level of gore and destruction my eyes processed.

''Get up.'' A voice echoed.

''Huh?'' I looked around the void.

''Are you awake?'' It asked.

''Hello?'' I called.

'Slap!'

I woke up after that, the feeling of a cold floor being one of the many things I felt along with pain, nausea, and uncomfortable thoughts.

''Iron, bro: you okay? How many fingers?'' Frank asked.

''Ugh..two.'' I shook my head.

Jamir's Pov:

''So...you were like some kind of pony/machine hybrid?'' I was Intrigued.

Iron nodded as he took a seat on the bed. Now all that was left was Valiant. And If these guys's nightmares were even remotely close to his, even though I don't know yet: It can't be good.

End of Valiant's Nightmare:

''Is that who I think It Is?'' This could not be right. However I look at this, I can't help but actually believe what's In front of me. A vision of wasteland covered In pieces of broken artifacts lay strewn across a otherwise clean and proud town. But the one thing that stood out to me was the  pony that stood at the edge of the village, a smug grin on his face he looked to be the one responsible for all this. But that was thing. That pony was me, or at least I think It was. But how can I be sure If this Is real or not. Everything was going at a steady pace until I saw the one pony laying at the hooves of 'me' that made me stop and gasp at the sight.

''T-this cannot be. V-Violet?'' My breath ran short.

Before I could further question what I saw, a massive wave of pain, sickness, and overall a total rush of blood to my head.

I sat up, the only thing keeping me from Immediately throwing up was the Immediate shock of seeing that Image. For a few minutes, I sat there, completely like a statue until I felt a slap knock me down.

''Hey, you alright: nothing out of place?'' The rookie asked.

''Who slapped me?'' I looked around.

They all pointed to the rookie. Shakily getting up and hobbling over, I managed to sucker punch him right In the gut.

''Ouch.'' He wheezed and fell to the floor.

''Damn, Valiant: you didn't have to sock him In the gut.'' Jamir said.

A slight cough was heard as he got up and said: ''No, no: you get that one for free. But when you miss which you will: I'll be ready to knock you out like Fight Night.'' He sat down.

Jamir groaned at what he said before smacking his hand to his face.

''What?'' Graffias said.

''Ignoring him: now that we're all situated and awake, I only think It be best to tell you guys some good news and bad.'' Jamir looked worried.

''Good news?'' I asked.

''We may have a way to get out of here.'' He smiled.

''And the bad?'' Iron asked.

''We gotta help those prisoners we met at lunch break out too, or we're up the creek without a paddle.'' He summarized.

Back To Current Pace, Jamir's Pov:

''So that's your plan?'' Spike asked me.

Well, I admit: not really the most creative one out there: but should everyone pull off their job, then we can get out of here and take the warden down a peg. Permanently.