I stare down at his ruined tanned body as magic stitches the flesh back together. Such an unnatural process brings a faint smile to my muzzle. It fills me up with such joy that I haven't felt since foal days before Celestia. I run a hoof over one of the partly closed holes in his chest made by a combination of his own ignorance and his opponent's power. I'd laugh at him if I didn't pity him just a bit. Even if it's a little, it's still pity in some shape or form.

Some of the wounds across his body still seeps his crimson liquid of life, but not as much as when I first brought him in here. My experimentation on his body and healing capabilities has partly worked. Just a few more tweaks perhaps? I need an undying warrior to impress Celestia as soon as possible before she decides all of this is a lost cause.

I shake me slowly as my eyes never leave his haggard body. This assignment is going to drive me mad one day... I hope not before I finally get everything right. His strength is getting there and his sped and accuracy has increased to a more acceptable standard even if he hasn't noticed it yet. He's becoming more perfect by the day, but it's taking such a long time for me to actually get him right and for the magic to take hold of his body. He's wasting his time by trying to resist some of the changes. I don't have much time after today.

Time that's being wasted by him wanting to do his own thing. When he wakes up I'll put him back in the happy chair. I'll probably increase the size too so that he'll get the point.

I rub the bridge of my nose before walking away from the silver table that he lies upon.

"I need to make the next one stronger... It doesn't heal bones and only repairs the life threatening injuries. Even than it isn't fast..." Twilight muses to herself looking at the various different blood and tissue samples she has taken while he's been asleep.

His blood has become a mix of purple and red now from all the magic flowing through it. Even without that magic, he's always been resilient to magic. Even back when me and Fluttershy found him in the everfree. Magic just seems to be so foreign to his body that it changes every time something magically tries to happen to his body. I've had to adjust my magic so many times and practice it so much more in order to get things right for him. I'd rather levitate a ursa major than him again.

I groan as I realize I'll need more ingredients from the same forest that those creatures come from as well as help from Applejack and Zecora to obtain said gredients. Zecora isn't that bad of a "pony" to deal with, but Ms. Honesty can be a little too much for her at times. Same for Ms. Brash and Slut McGee. I'm still upset with Rainbowdash with how she almost broke her only perfect test subject for bettering humans. Plus Ms. Slut still need to apologize for that incident that happen a few moons ago between her and said human.I'm glad I got home when I did too.

I look towards the open window where a breeze blows in and a bit of moonlight slips in too. I can see the Arena and all of it's glory and history that it stands for. The cheers and screams are still faint, the lights flash brilliantly with the night, and the building still stands as strong as it ever has. The stars, that I can see, almost look like they're watching the grand show at night as well. I can only bet that Luna is currently watching over the fights since Celestia does during the day and has, or at least should have, retired for the night.

A smile creeps across my face as I remember today's events. Celestia came floating down with a golden shield wrapped around my prized creations saying that his victory would mean nothing if he was to die right after it. She mended his bones and told me to let him heal. Of course she didn't know that she hadn't the need to do all of that. Well, maybe the bone part seeing as the bones that haven't fully mended are still cracked and fractured. I had planned to tend to him in my own special way, but I guess what's done is done. Though I'm sure she would've respected my wishes with me tending to him in my own way, I doubt she would've ever looked at me in the same light ever again.

I lay my head against the table as I look away from the simple cross window and yellow stoned Arena. I let a yawn escape my maw and glance lazily towards the clock on the wall. It reads some time after ten. I've been here monitoring and watching this poor fools health since high sun. Yet he's not healing all the way or waking up. Maybe he's actually dead and the magic is trying to figure out how to revive him.

If that's even possible.

I've exerted a lot of my magic trying to enhance and use what I can here to make something at hoof to increase the properties of the magic already inside him doing the healing, but nothing will work. Perhaps this is just another lost cause experiment of mine. I'll have failed Celestia again as of late. She wanted a monster that all ponies could fear in order to keep their morals up and let them know that human can be very dangerous, but all I've done is create another crippled waste of skin and bones. Perhaps she could use him as another dissecting discussion. Perhaps figure out what made him better than all the other ones. Well, other than the heightened knowledge and being able to speak Equestrian.

Perhaps I could ask him for another conversation about his people. Perhaps the truth serum might work this time around. I should probably get some sleep before he decides to wake up.

I perk my ears up as I hear what sounds like the clopping of heavy hooves. No... that's boots. And not just any. I raise myself reluctantly from the table and watch the old faded brown wooden door. I give a heavy sigh before I put on a giant, almost forced, grin as I start trying to have happy thoughts to brighten up my mood. The door opens to revel Celestia herself and all of her magical force emanating from her body and mane. Her white coat accented by her rainbow mane and tail... I've always thought it was a bit much, but she's always said its to remind the ponies on who actually holds power. Sure she lets us govern ourselves, but everything has a certain limit right?

"Afternoon Celestia. Shouldn't you be asleep right now? I understand that you may worry about your sister being over the Arena right now, but you got to remember that you need sleep." I say with a gentle tone, "After all, that's what you've always taught me."

I really am taken back from Celestia's wakening despite how I give a light laugh. She glances at me before she looks and stares at the human on the table. She just stares at him for a while before she turns her head slightly towards me. Never leaving him out of her sights.

"So how is he?" Celestia ask curiosity in her voice.

"Well... He hasn't woken up once yet. I don't have anything here with me that might hurry up the effects of the."

"No." She interrupts suddenly, "I mean how is he."

"I... I don't know what you're." I start as a cold chill runs down my spine.

"Loyalty, his mind, his strength, everything. Not his condition, but him."

I stay quiet for a moment as I try to find the right words to answer her. Do I tell her the truth about him? Would it be the death of me seeing as she most likely knows something I don't. Maybe a little bit of a play on words will ease her mind. We've always been doing stuff like that to each other, but for some on reason it feels like she's not up to game tonight...

"I..." I close my mouth as I turn towards him, "I can't say for his loyalty, but he has changed a lot since he first got here. He doesn't try to escape and I believe his thoughts of this world has changed drastically. I try to get him to talk to me about his thoughts every so often, but now all they are are senseless threats and Neanderthal talk. He's also a lot more aggressive, though I blame that in do part to Applejack and Rainbowdash, and he tends to only like certain ponies. Me not being one of them, but when the serum is finished he'll"

"Kill him."

Those two words stop my thought process all together. I feel my eyes go wide as I whip towards Celestia as she stares down at me with her full height letting me know that this is a command full of power and that if I refuse. No... It's better that I should agree. I would shake with full frontal fear if my rage wasn't fueling my muscles and forcing them to stay still.

Celestia has gotten to know me over the years and know that most of my power lies deep within my rage. The angrier I was, the stronger I was. That's why she told me that I need to be careful with this power because anypony could easily get the better of me while I'm angry. It would cloud my judgment make me do things I would regret during training whenever it go too hard. So I don't know why she would ever say those two words to me about him.

Kill him? Why would I do something as senseless as that! I know Celestia is old, but foolish isn't something I would put with that. Doesn't she know how much I've put into him for her sakes!? How much science I've conducted on him and how much time I've wasted trying to better him for her sakes!? She doesn't even give me a reason for intruding on me during my thoughts or why she's even up this late! Now she just turns towards me and tells, no, commands me to kill him for no reason other than loyalty!? Was it even that!?

I can feel my anger boiling inside of me. Begging to be released with my magic in order to reminds Celestia that this is her human and that she will do with him as she pleases. To remind her that with her power she could rival both her and her sister. To remind her of the training both of them had together where the many times she had won was through sheer magical force. If she was going to kill ponies or humans for their loyalty than...

But... that means if I would deny.

My breath catches in my throat as I glance between Celestia and him. Celestia could kill us both without any pony ever knowing if I did let my anger slip and she did get the better of me. We're up here towards Celestia's study where nopony is even allowed to come unless she gives permission. Or if you're Discord. So that means, that she has me out of the way if I scream for help or if I try to defy her nopony would ever know of the fight that happened between us unless I was to cause a big ruckus. If I died, she could blame it on him easily and have him publicly executed as an example to all slaves. Or I could kill him while he lays weak and ill and leave her with a heavy conscious knowing that all my hard work has gone to waste.

"Well Twilight?" Celestia asks her tone cold and stern.

"I... I..." I can only stammer. The words just won't come to me. The anger and nervousness inside of me prevents me from doing such.

She has the environment playing field. She's already to close to me and I already know she would win in a physical confrontation. But if he would wake up, maybe that would cause a distraction. I have to cool myself before anything happens though.

I want to say no, but all I do is walk towards the human as the magic healing him stops. He's no longer in a life threating position as his breathing evens out. Now his body will take over for the rest of it, or at least it would if don't end him first. His face calm and serene, I can see all the work I've put him through as well as the scars all along his face that he's gained from the different tests and experiments.

"No." I say slowly expecting the world around me to fall apart before that one word even left my mouth.

I wait for the sound of magic to sound, but all that follows is something heavy hitting my side before I hit the wall with a horrifying crunch in my ears. I'm too shocked to scream in pain at what sounds like bones breaking against the cobble wall of this structure. Celestia simply walks towards me with what seems to be a lazy look written all across her face. She strolls up and leans down to look me dead in the eyes.

I see no mercy in them. Only malice.

"That wasn't a yes or no question, my student. I know you have worked hard, but I have something better than him now. I don't need your work. He'll be nothing more than just a burden and pain to you. He'll eventually eat your meat and flesh from the bones of your dead body." Celestia says to me as she stands up to her full height again as she looks towards him, "He'll bring the end to everything that we know if you don't stop him. I don't know the right magic to penetrate through his natural magical boundaries, but you do. You've given him the tools to fight against us, so it must be you who kills him. Or he will kill us all."

I look over towards him to see him staring at us both as he sits on the edge of the bed. The right side of his body is painted in blood and war. His gaze shifts from us to his right hand before looking at his left. The left side of his body is clean and hardly painted in blood. It's still there, but only blood from a few. A leader or a warrior of death.

I can only stare in horror at this nightmarish sight unfolding before me. I look at Celestia to ask what's going on, but her skull is nothing more than just that. A white skull with flames as her mane with empty sockets where her once knowledgeable eyes used to be.

"Kill him." The skull faced Alicorn says breathing out cold air that chills the very bones of me.

My teeth chatter as I watch him rise. He walks towards Celestia with his right arm outstretched. No... he's walking towards me. He stands above me with one side of his face cracked in a sinister smile while the other with a knowing look. I created my own death. I created all of our deaths. I had always known, but I never thought it would happen like this. In a situation leaving me confused and scared beyond anything I have ever faced before. I close my eyes and scream for a savior.

It came from an unexpected place.

She screams as I hold her close to my body. Her eyes shoot open as she jerks and squirms in my arms like she's being attacked and she can't do anything about the assailant. I just hold her close to me as she cries out and squirms till she stops and her cries calm down. She pants heavily as her back is pressed against my chest. We share our warmth and my presences most likely reassures her to some sort of extent. I'm not sure how long she's been out, but when I did wake I found her asleep against the table full of nothing but blood, flesh, and what I assumed to be potions of some sorts.

Of course seeing her in such a state, I thought about killing here where she lay. Of course I suppressed the thought. That's just the medicine talking most likely. I could never do something like that after she had pulled me back from the jaws of death. While I had laid there, I had a little bit of a journey. I saw my family that all told me that they were rooting for me no matter what I decide. They told me that they were happy and that all of my friends can't wait to see me when I finally get back.

In other words, I need her alive if I want to make what I saw real.

"You always get like this when you work too hard you retarded horse." I say not letting her go.

I may hate her guts, but she's truly saved me more times than I can count. I basically owe her my life, so when times like this happen where I can pay her back a bit of my debt other than through my pain, blood, tears, and flesh; I do it out of sincerity. She could have done a lot more things to me than what she has done, but I'm lucky enough that she hasn't. I make things hard for her, but it's only because I have to.

"Let go of me..." She breaths back after regaining most her composure and breathing.

I do as commanded and back away from her till I feel the table bump into my legs just under my butt. I sit down and watch her press both of her hooves against her hooves. She's clearly shaken up about whatever she was dreaming about. I'm sure she'll probably rant to me about it one day during one of her drink days, but for now I better leave her be. She might put me into the happy chair...

I shudder at the thought.

"How long..."

"A while. I woke up a good while before you started shaking and moving a lot. I figured you were having one of your night terrors, so I did as instructed."

"You should've woken me up before this point." Twilight snaps back immediately completely recovered.

I shrug despite how I know she won't be able to see it. She probably knows that's what I'm doing as she stands up on all four of her hooves. Her ears twitch as she turns towards me her eyes swollen with exhaustion.

"Bad dreams huh? I've had my share of them you know." I say crossing my arms.

She only stares at me for a moment. As if thinking something over. It's... a bit creepy really. I've never seen her with such a look of calmness as well as tiredness. It's unnerving.

"What's your real name again?" She finally asks turning back to the table she was laying on before levitating some paper and a feather of what looks to be a black bird. A very big black bird.

"What?" I ask taking my eyes away from the feather and to her disheveled mane.

I probably have some of her hers in my shirt. Gross...

"Your name. Your actual name. Not the one I gave you to use for documents and everything. What was your real name?" She asks growing very impatient with my antics.

"Alphonsa." I say a little bit of an accent coming into my speaking.

My father was a heavy drinker and often went to bars that had fighting tournaments. Of course my mother didn't approve of it, but she never said anything about it to him. When I was born my father had said I had to look of a warrior. Just like him. So he named me Alphonsa.

We were... happy to an extent. We never had to beg or steal, but people didn't really appreciate who my father was. Nor did they like that I was born from him. My mother was full on American and loved both me and my father more than anything. My father never hit my mother, was always nice, and even worked a second job on the side during weekends. Mom worked as a baker, despite how she said it was so frustrating, and went on to open her own bakery shop.

"You're breaking the table." Twilight says still writing something down.

I look at my right hand to see that I've crushed the very metal table with it. I raise my hand and stare at it in shock.

"What have you done to me?" I ask never realizing how strong I've become.

"I'm surprised you're just figuring this out. I'm guessing you were thinking of something that was making you very upset. Either that or you just thought about squeezing your hand. I'm betting on the first one though." She says placing the feather down.

"Bet my freedom?" I ask setting my hand back down.

"It's a bet you would lose." She says raising an eyebrow at me as she looks behind her shoulder.

"Fair enough." I say as I look out the window towards the giant circular building.

"So... do I have to do more fighting? Or was that a one time deal?" I ask standing up and rubbing my chest and wincing as I feel the wounds and scars cut into me.

"Maybe. Alphonsa. From a dream, it shall mean war. I won't force you, but I want you on my side no matter what. No, on all of pony side." She says facing me.

I can only laugh at her. Jokingly of course, "That'll be up until you find me a place home ya ignorant horse."

She grows a scowl across her face, "Looks like someone wants a date with the happy chair."

"Please no. I'll be good. Speaking of places I don't want to be, when are we going home? I'm ready to try out this new super strength with a few experiments." I say sounding more eager than I meant to.

She humphs and mumbles something about how excited I seem to be for now. I don't blame her. I'm never excited about being forced to drink things and being cut into, but man oh man can I not wait to try out this strength. Wait, did I have it during...

"T-Twilight. Did."

"Yes. You've had it for quite a while. Yes, you did kill her."

I feel my gut twist at that sick thought that plays through my head. I want to imagine that what I saw before everything black out was a bad image or a trick of the mind, but now I know. I really did kill her. But how? I wasn't aiming at her was I? Secretly I know that I was, but I never will accept that. Killing other humans is beneath me. Or at least it should be seeing as they're my fellow brothers and sisters in slavery.

I keep quiet as I stare down at the floor.

"We'll be ready to go home in the morning. For now, I want to ask you some questions." Twilight says picking the feather up in her magic.

"Like day one?" I ask real curious why she's being so... formal for once.

"Yes."

"Alright. Ask away."

Author's Note

I guess this starts the plot that I have written out right her beside me on my small desk. This marks the beginning of a new era for the story. It took me a long time to figure out how I wanted to advance and start this one chapter out. Now that I've gotten this out of the way for now, time to write the next natural *sound of head hitting desk followed by snoring.*