Twilight lay on a steel frame, examination table. No movement came from the body. It merely lay there, until finally, small, white wips entered the corpse, and a single beat of her heart came to be. The body began to warm, and the modest chest rose with Twilight’s first breath.

Opening her eyes, she no longer was in the stone catacombs. Instead, she stared at wooden rafters, kept clean of most cobwebs. She turned her head, her ears softly ringing as her vision blurred. She could see more medical tables laid out for other patients that weren’t there. Beyond those were cabinets filled to the brim with different bottles. She could make out herbs, rocks, and even, flesh and bone within them.

She grit her teeth and tried to throw her hooves off, only to collapse onto the ground.

With a groan, Twilight pushed against the hard, wooden floor. She was now dressed, which was definitely odd. She tried to put her back hooves underneath her and collapsed again, finding the footing to be odd. It was only now that she looked down upon herself, and groaned.

Her legs were covered in light brown slacks, cut just long enough to cover her legs before they cut off to leather boots that were far less comfortable than the ones she had worn previously. She splayed her fingers out, her muscles whining in protest as she tried to lift herself up. The body resisted all of her attempts to move though, simply wanting her to continue to rest.

With enough effort though, she forced herself to her feet, swaying slightly with each step. The light wasn’t great within the medical halls, but she could make out a staircase that led down. Twilight knew better than to sprint or try to normally walk. Until she had her center of gravity figured out, she wasn’t going anywhere fast.

Slowly but surely, Twilight made her way down, breathing deeply against the pain. The clean, sterile smell to the what looked like a live in hospital was a nice change of pace from the blood soaked rooms that had been in Equestria. This thought stopped her dead in her tracks

Thoughts of Celestia and hers final moments came to mind. The fact that they were most likely gone. All of them. Pinkie, Rarity, Rainbow, even her brother and sister. None would be coming for her anytime soon, and even if she made it back, who knew when she would?

A loud smack resonated through the hall, and Twilight found herself staring at her hand. She shut her eyes, accepting that her body was right. She had to continue, lest her sacrifice be for nothing. With a deep breath, she steeled herself for what may come.

She also smelled damp fur.

Looking past the staircase, more of the examination tables stared back, but a sound resonated back. the sounds of a smacking, and crunching. The shadow of a beast’s head came into view at a particular harsh crack, and she watched as an arm was flung into her room. She brought her hands up to her mouth, trying to not scream from the site.

It was only now that Twilight noticed that her hands were still purple, and hairy. She splayed them out in front of her face, bewildered. While they had stayed purple at Canterlot High, these were coated in her natural horse hairs, the same ones that covered her back in Equestria. She would have taken longer to examine, if the scraping of claws hadn’t brought her survival instincts rushing back.

A single claw came into view, large and imposing. Each nail on it ended in a hook, and the beast dug into the flooring as he pulled himself forward. The black lycanthrope’s red eyes caught her attention next, as well as blood that dripped from its large canines. Her breath was almost gone as its whole body came into view. Even scarred with fresh wounds, the strong muscles were evident, and Twilight could only wish her heart would quiet.

The lycan sniffed at the air, raising on its hind legs before glancing over at Twilight. It slowly lowered itself, cautiously taking step, after step towards her. Twilight tried to call to her magic, to bring up a forcefield or blast it away. Just like the last time she was in such a body though, her magic was unwilling to respond, and all she could do was try to run, which only had her crashing to the ground.

It lunged forward, and before Twilight could do anything more then turn over, she found the beast’s claws deep within her sternum, pinning her to the floor. She looked down as blood ran over the nice white dress shirt that she wore under a brown vest, and thought about how Rarity would hate her staining such a nice outfit, just before everything went black.

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This time, Twilight came to, just as her body materialised. She gasped a breath of life and sat up, a ghostly pain in her abdomen causing her to clutch at her stomach. There was no wound though, simply pain for no reason. With shaking breaths, she let go and glanced around.

White flowers surrounded the dirt path she was on, as well as cobblestone to mark the path. The flowers were serene, with small lights within the middle. It almost let Twilight breath a sigh of relief at the sight, especially as she dismissed the previous encounter as having to have just been a nightmare, a thought as to what this could be like, despite her still being in the same outfit, and same form.

Turning around, the oddly comforting feeling continued, despite the fact that she could see four gravestones to her right. Each one that led up the hill deteriorated in condition, with the first looking quite pristine, and for someone who must have been respected, with the last being cleaved in two, and black tendrils that looked like flesh being all that connected the two halves.

Glancing further up the hill, was a large house. It’s gothic architecture stood out to her as vaulted arches reached towards the sky. She could even see what could be considered a primitive balcony, made out of a bluff that extended from the house, and a small fountain rested upon it.

Trying to walk up to the charming house, she found herself being touched. Her body immediately froze. Adrenaline filled her veins as she looked down, and saw a small, white… thing. It had a slightly humanoid body, at least what she could see. Its limbs were small and bony, with an oval head, with another oval within that gaped open, causing her to assume it was its mouth. Most importantly though, its hand was on her leg, and there were more of them beyond it.

The ten things that had appeared on the walkway, half of their bodies underneath the ground in what looked like a pit that hadn’t been there before, just like this one, were different. Four of them held up two things that were clearly weapons, with one being a long wooden handle, that then curved back in on itself with a large saw attached, its serrated edges facing away from the long, straight, handle. The other weapon was a simple axe, with a long handle, and large head.

The other six things had what looked like a sturdy cane, but with lines showing that it was segmented along the shaft, a short and iron bar that curved into what might be taken as a handle. The final item they held aloft was very akin to the second, but its barrel was longer, and had more pieces of iron that led away from the handle. Why it would need the extra supports baffled her though.

The one that had touched her let go of her pant leg, and reached back into its own pit, with two others coming out, looking at her, and helping the first. Together, they unravelled a large, blue sheet, with neat, but large handwriting on it. The message simply read, Take a weapon, and a gun, but only one of each.

Author's Note

The first decisions will be decided after twenty votes. Your options are:
Weapon:
A)The Saw Cleaver
B)The Hunter's Axe
C)The Threaded Cane
Guns:
A)The hunter's Pistol
B)The Hunter's Blunderbuss (kind of an old style shotgun)