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From the comment, "Considering that the fake Princess Cadence was a huge jerk, too, I'm worried that the real Prince Blueblood is still trapped somewhere in those mines..." by Reddit user q_3.

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He wasn't sure how long he'd been down here. At first, he'd tried to count the days by making a notch on the wall every time he went to sleep, but after twenty marks he realized he was sleeping less and less each time. The notches were still on a rock face somewhere, but he couldn't find them anymore and didn't really care to. It was just another monument to the mistakes he'd made.

Blueblood stood wearily and trotted over to the stalactite that supplied him with water. He sat underneath it and let the cool water fall onto his tongue, drip by agonizing drip. At first he could hardly stand the taste, like rolling rocks around in his mouth, but now, he craved the cool sweetness of the water, the only pure thing he had. For food, Blueblood could find mushrooms that grew in the dankest, darkest reaches of the caves. He choked them down willingly, for each revolting mouthful meant another day of life, another moment closer towards the search party finding him. There was going to be a search party, of course, once they realized that thing couldn't possibly be him.

She had tricked him, pretended to be a Duchess from Hoofington in Canterlot for the upcoming Gala. He let his guard down for a single night (she had been quite beautiful, and, persistent), let her be with him alone, and then she had turned into a perfect copy of him, right down to the voice. Startled and confused, she'd gotten the drop on him, and in a flash of green flame Blueblood was gone, drawn into the belly of the mountain.

Some part of Blueblood still burned to find her, to have his hooves at her throat for what she'd done to him, for the hell he was going through now, but the larger side of him knew it was useless. His mouth full, Blueblood swallowed the acrid water and fell heavily to the floor. No one was coming for him.

Then, all of a sudden, a crash, and voices! Blueblood jerked upright in a flash. It sounded like, singing? Who could be singing? Blueblood thought, but rushed towards the noise as best he could in the dim light of the mines. Twisting and winding the path went, until Blueblood came into a massive cavern. Gemstones glittered in the walls and ceiling, and the sound of singing was growing closer.

"Hello!?" Blueblood called. "Can you hear me?!" From the opposite side of the cave came a loud bang as a minecart struck a barrier. Two ponies were launched up in the air and over Blueblood's head. Wings outstretched, one pony carried the other to a ledge.

"Down here!" Blueblood said, but before he could reach them, the two ponies had teleported, and were gone.

Blueblood stared up at the place the two ponies had been, his mouth hanging open. His legs collapsed underneath him. He wasn't very powerful, he couldn't climb a sheer cliff, or teleport that far. There was no escape, now that the only living beings he'd seen in who knew how long were gone. There would be no escape for Blueblood. He only hoped that those above would remember him and think of him kindly, as the generous, caring stallion he had always striven to be.