The fire speaks to me

The knock seemed to be loud enough to get some type of reaction from the owners of the building. Some sounds came from inside that sounded like footsteps, but once they reached the door they stopped. A moment later, the door swung open to reveal... another horse.

"I should have expected..." I said with a sigh, "Do you at least have the decency to not run away screaming in terror?"

I looked down at the purple horse to see that it had both wings and a horn... and the horn was glowing... that's not good. The next thing I knew, I was knocked on my back and fell unconscious.

When I woke up again, I quickly realized that something was tight around my leg. I sat up and looked to see that it was a shackle with a chain that led to a nearby wall. There were two other stone walls, a bed, a hole in the ground that was most likely supposed to be the toilet and one last wall that I recognized easily as jail cell bars. Already, I could tell that everything would go downhill from here.

"Hello? Is someone there?" I called out, "Can somebody explain why I'm in jail?"

With the sudden realization that everything could have been a dream, I checked my body. Sadly, I was still the abomination that I've grown accustomed to. I sat there for only a moment longer before a door opened nearby. Hoping that it was someone who might be able to answer my questions, I called out to them.

"Hello? Who's there?"

A moment passed before