We flew over the countryside for what it seemed like hours, but in reality. It was a few minutes. The carriage ride was cold and uncomfortable, causing the feeling of time to crawl as slow as molasses up a hill. My cellmates huddled up together to stay warm halfway through the trip, even though Griffins were built for the icy climate. I think our cage was enchanted to keep us culled and submissive for as long as possible. And as for me? Well, they didn't invite me to join their cuddle pile, which was expected. I was new to them and most likely a hazard to their health.

I didn't mind the cold all that much once I remembered how to generate lightning within myself to warm up my body. As a consequence of the sudden heat radiating from my body. The small group of Griffins decided that I was worthy enough to join their cuddle pile. I didn't push them away nor did I complain. They made their choice when they became my meat shields when we entered an ice storm a few minutes into the flight.

The storm didn't last all that long. A few minutes of most, but fuck was it nasty. One of my cellmates—a skinny little thing—collasped into unconsciousness when a chunk of ice collided with his head. I couldn't tell if the unnamed Griffin was dead, however, from the scent of blood and the lack of help. He wouldn't survive the rest of the trip. He would have had my sympathy, but since I couldn't turn off my empathetic nature anymore. Doing so would force me to feel his pain. Being an Empath is very inconvenient when it comes to fighting, and a blessing when doing anything else. Though, as much as I enjoyed being rubbed up by a group of boys and girls. Our little cuddle pile ended when we flew over a mountain and began descending upon Canterlot. Specifically, Canterlot Castle.

Looking through the bars of our cage as we flew over the city. I instantly saw something majorly off with the capital of Canterlot. Tall, industrial smokestacks coughed black tar into the air; steampunk trains and monorails slithered in, out, and through the mountain like worms in a hill of mud. Airships flew to and fro over the city, blocking out the sun entirely in some areas while others had the courtesy of flying only near the mountainside harbor. Griffins chained, collared, and without their wings, performing slave labor for the pony populace.

"This isn't my Equestria," I whispered solemnly to myself. My Equestria wasn't as dark and grim-looking as the one I found myself in. It was full of life, of color, of music and magic. What I've seen in the brief moment that we flew over the city of Canterlot was the exact opposite. Knowing this fact, I was beginning to regret my decision of allowing myself to be captured by the Royal Stormtroopers. With that in mind, I had to come up with a plan for my new situation, or else I'll end up chained, de-winged, and pulling coal carts for the factories for the rest of my life.

After a minute of flying over the city, we began our descent towards a large landing-bay next to the castle. We landed with a harsh "thump!" on the cobblestone road next to a four-story gothic-met-plumping-orgy building that hissed with sickly black mist. A small group of ponies escorted by a platoon of guards armed with whips and stun rods.

My wings couldn't help but twitch in anger when the grown-ups were dragged out from their cage, screaming, crying, and trying to run away from the guards, but it was a horrifyingly fruitless effort. Especially when one Hen—a dark-brown lynx-half and a hazel falcon-half Griffoness—ran towards our cage with a Cub screaming her name: Helena. Big Sister. I had to look away as I knew what would happen next, but I couldn't. Even I, a man who has slaughtered hundreds in a single day without remorse, cringed when one of the guards whipped her back; slicing one of her wings clean off at the base with a single strike. Her scream of anguish echoed through the industrial noise like a banshee in the night. Blood squirted out of the fleshy socket like a fountain, splashing us and the cage in the metallic crimson fluid.

'Slick-CRACK!' Went the whip again, slashing across her face to silence her. Viscera and flesh exploded all over the ground, her eye ripped out of its socket and turned to pulp. And still, she screamed.

'Whoo-CRACK!' Went another, silencing her this time, not that she could scream anymore since her beak and part of her tongue went flying across the field, and she fell unconscious. All I could do was stare as Helena was dragged away to Lucifer knows where all the while the stallion who whipped her laughed quietly to himself as he recoiled his whip back into its holster.

A few minutes passed in fear-filled silence. No one would say anything. No one would make a sound. The Cub that Helena tried to save cried to herself in the corner of our cage, gripping a dark-brown feather in her claws, holding it close to her chest. That silence broke when a platoon of guards came to our cage, shouting at the top of their lungs while whipping the ground with their own instruments of leathery pain. We all got up like culled little ducklings and followed every order that our new slave master said. It made me furious beyond belief, and I knew that I wasn't going to stand for this treatment at all. It will only be a matter of time, careful planning, and tempo before I free all Griffins from this fate. I may not have my Seven Eyes of Chaos anymore, but I still have my Words of Power, my ingenuity, and my Godslayer swords. No Griffin will be entrapped or enslaved by pony-kind before I try to find a way home, and back to my daughter.

And that's a promise.

When it was my turn to be dragged from the cage to be collared, frisked and chained, a familiar Unicorn stallion walked up to our cage. He had a noticeable mustache, mane-style and fancy monocle. His coat was a bright white while his shiny blue mane was almost blindly bright. In my Equestria and from what I remember of the show, his name was Fancy Pants. I didn't have a clue why he was here when in the show, Fancy was depicted as a rather respectable individual, but judging the way he was looking directly at me. I could make a guess. Fluttering my wings slightly, mostly to show arch's of lightning flowing through my feathers, I gave Fancy Pants a rather "hopefull" smile, causing him to raise a brow.

"Who are you my little Tom?" he asked in a polite tone. The guards looked like they didn't agree with Fancy's presence, but they couldn't do anything about it. Which was good for me, since if I was going to be a temporary slave, I had to get someone with power, and Fancy Pants is an Archduke. Yes, a very powerful pony indeed and perfect for my plans. I just need to entice him enough to get him to pull a few strings to have first dibs to "buy" me. Once in his care, I'll need to figure out how he treats his Griffins and if he treats them with love and respect. I'll keep him around. If not, he gets to be the first one to taste the Words of Power and become my puppet for the other stages of my plan.

"My name is, Octavius. How may I be of assistance my Lord?" I replied with a lie and a bow. His eyes went wide in surprise at my polite mannerisms and proceeded to glow with delight with a smile filled with curiosity.

"My word, such refined vocabulary for such a young Griffin," Fancy praised, earning nervous shuffles from the guards. An interesting detail. "Tell me young one, as a person in need of intellectual assistance in the field of unique power. How much do you know about volts and electrical charges?"

"Judging from your question. I can assume that you can sense the light voltage that I am emitting throughout my body to keep myself warm. So, to answer your question, I am adeptly studied in the field of Electrical Engineering," I smiled out a reply. The guards didn't like my response. 'Got to be a little more careful with what I reveal I could do'

"Excellent, just the individual I am interested in!" he cheered. "Don't worry much Mr. Octavius as you will begin working for me in just a few hours, but before we go. Can you tell me who taught you how to generate an electrical current within yourself? It's just a formality, I assure you."

"My previous Master was a Pegasus by the mane of Deux Machina. She taught me how to read, write, math, and other things before her passing. She was a wonderful Master and I miss her greatly," I explained.

"I am sorry for your loss. In any case, I'll make sure that—"

"Ahem," a guard coughed behind Fancy. "After the paperwork Lord Fancy Pants."

"—Of course," Fancy bowed in response before turning away from the group. "I'll be picking this one up in a few hours. So please make sure his wings aren't clipped. He will need them where he's going." I couldn't help but gulp at the mention of my wings being clipped.

"We'll make sure that...Octavius is looked after for you," the guard hesitantly replied. Fancy did another bow before he walked away, and left me to the mercy of the guards. 'Welp, I hope nothing bad happens in those few hours. I kinda' like my wings.'

After Fancy Pants disappeared our sight range, we were led into the building of doom through one of the side doors. Now, I don't know why I thought that the creepy, dark, tower of doom would be welcoming on this inside. Oh, how I was wrong. The first hall we walked into was stained with blood. All over the ground, the walls, even squirts of dry of blood on the ceiling! It didn't help that the hall was made of solid concrete, making nigh impossible to run away down a narrow firing line.

Through the far door of the hall led into a small, concrete room with familiar crimson stains dotting the floor, most likely from Griffins who were unruly and were shot down by the guards patrolling above on narrow walkways. In this waiting room, aside from the walkways, guards, and archers were two double-doors. The door to my left opened up, and two ponies entered the room with black collars and leashes hovering beside them menacingly. It didn't take a genius to figure out what happened next, especially when all the guards began separating our group by sex and forcing the girls to change their metal collars for the black-leather ones. That meant the other door was for us males to go through once we were prepared for what happens next. I could only hope that nothing bad happens to all the Chicks that went into their room. Then again, we were slaves. So any sense of morality went out the window in regards to our "innocence."

When all the girls vanished into their room, the other set of doors opened up and us males were ordered to go in. All the Tom's did as they were told, and I followed suit to ensure my own safety. The room we entered was another hall, but with a large window to the left of us. The pony guard leading us through the complex ordered us to stop in front of the window, revealing an operating room and something absolutely terrifying.

A Griffin Hen was tied down, screaming muffled screams. Her fur was dirty and matted with dried blood. She was splayed out on a metal table on her stomach. A pony in a butcher's apron approached her with a bloodstained hacksaw. Another pony grabbed the Griffin and held her wings out. She thrashed and screamed; begging for her life and her wings. The ponies didn't care, especially when the one in the apron rammed the pommel of his whip into her pussy, electing a shrill screech before she was gagged with a piss-covered rag. Then, with a sadistic, demented smile, he grabbed a meat-hook and stabbed into the poor Hen's clitoris and yanked as hard as he could; mutilating her genitalia with ease, and for everyone to see.

I wanted to look away, to turn off my emotions and rid myself of the horrid sight of what happened next, but I couldn't, I was frozen in place. My body refused to let me protect myself from the image I never thought ponies would be capable of. In a few haggard grinds with the saw, the Butcher sliced the silently screaming Hen's wing off. I watched as the wing fell off the table, followed by a waterfall of crimson. The stub in which the wing used to be attached to twitched and wiggled around like a decapitated chicken. It was that moment that I found the strength to look away, but it didn't stop the sounds of the other wing being hacked off. And when I managed to find the courage to look back when silence befell the room. I saw that the Hen was unconscious from shock, and all the Tom's with me were whimpering and cry for being forced to bear witness to the worst crime one could commit against a being of flight.

After that event, my body went on autopilot. I didn't notice when we walked down a few other halls. I didn't care when we were hosed down with ice-cold water. Hell, I didn't even flinch when the Tom walking next to me dropped dead when a guard whipped the back of his skull when he began talking to me. The shock from witnessing a Griffin being de-winged petrified me to an extent, protecting my mind from experiencing the pain that the Hen felt during that whole ordeal. Though, when I came back to reality, I found myself in a clean room with a few desks, chairs, and ponies in lab coats.

I saw the Chicks that were originally a part of our group rejoin us, and they looked worse for wear. The one Hen that lost her sister outside the building especially looked horrible with her twitching back legs and bruised flank. I had to force down my rage, my wrathful desire when I saw white droplets slither down her hindleg and onto the carpet. I wanted to rip apart every fucking pony in that building—to make them suffer for all the injustice being done to Griffin kind—to make them suffer tenfold for every Griffin that has suffered! However, I had to stop myself from enacting my wrath as it would put my survival at risk, and being too close to a certain Princess would jeopardize my safety, but make no mistake. My plan for retaliation will be swift and absolutely destructive. So much so in fact, that Canterlot Mountain won't exist when I'm done with it!

My vengeful aura stayed strong during our check-up. We were spread out in several lines with the ponies in lab coats at the end of each line. Once it was time for me to stand in front of the one in my line, she quickly did a medical scene, asked a few simple questions like; our name, breed, age, and education. Though, when it came to my questions, she already knew my name and told me that I was instantly going to be put in a carriage once my session was done. I knew Fancy Pants must have pulled his strings to automatically have me, and do whatever he wanted to me, which was something I knew would happen.

Although, the nurse in charge of making sure I was fit and healthy was surprised that I was skilled with Lightning manipulation. Her reaction was a little concerning; like I was the rarest thing to walk into the building in a long time. The fact that I said my breed was pure-bred caused the guards to glare death at me and the ponies examining the girls to perk up like I was some exotic prize. The mare in the lab coat grumbled something along the lines of; 'Fancy just had to claim the pure breed. He just had to.' Added to my curiosity.

I placed my curiosity aside for now and followed another guard with my new collar down another hall, and away from the other Griffins. In just a few moments, I was back outside, breathing the toxic air of the industrial capital of Equestria. I didn't have time to observe my new surroundings as I was dragged to a carriage that only the Queen of England herself would ride just for the fuck of it. My collar tugged harshly when I wouldn't move, causing my snout to slam against the cobblestone road. Hissing in pain from both the asshole move and having my face scrap against the rock while being dragged towards the carriage, I got back up and glared pure death at the smirking guard holding my collar.

"Get in you filthy piece of trash. Your new Master is waiting," the guard said before opening the door, revealing Lord Fancy Pants and his wife, Fleur De Lis. Rubbing my neck, I jumped into the carriage with a flutter of my wings and sat on the bench opposite of my new temporary Masters. Once I was moderately comfortable, the door closed and we began to move to wherever Fancy Pants wanted to take me.

"Hello Lord Fancy Pants," I greeted, hoping that I don't end up underneath the stairs. Fleur gave me a nod of approval for my mock politeness.

"Hello, there Mr. Octavius. I know that the procedures within that dreaded place are rather fast and brutish when it comes to new arrivals. The fact that I have good connections made your time in there short and bearable. I just couldn't stand the possibility of a valuable Tom such as yourself being de-winged. So I hope that we can be friends?" Fancy Pants smiled.

"I thank you for the accelerated process. Witnessing the events that transpired with that dreadful place. Being an Empath didn't make it any better, as I could feel everything that someone can feel. So watching someone being de-winged has left me rather...shaken," I thanked hesitantly. Fleur let out a slight gasp as I twitched my wings awkwardly after I reminded myself of the pain that poor Hen went through. Fancy gave me a sympathetic look in response.

"I...see. Well, you are in safe hooves young one. Now then! Let's put those horrors aside and talk about what you will be doing in our care. After all, it's your fellow species duty to serve pony kind," Fancy cheered. I nodded.

Clearing his throat, he began, "As you are an individual who possesses a rare talent that most Pegasi would die for. You will be working for me in a personal endeavor of mine. You will be sent to a Lab where you will make yourself useful for a fellow associate who is working on revolutionizing all of Equestria with cheap, renewable energy, but before I can leave you in his hooves. Can you tell me what you are capable of—aside from just generating electricity within yourself?"

I let his words skin in for a moment and analyzed what kind of person Fancy Pants was: His tone clearly showed genuine concern for my well being. His avoidance of the slave center could mean he either didn't like what was going on in there or that he didn't care. The former of the two was reinforced when he went out of his way to make sure that I came out of there in one piece before they would try and break me. My plan on being polite and respectable played off in that end, and his wife's reaction further enforced my assumption. Fancy Pants must have taken a big risk when he scouted me out and pulled the string in the background. So being on my best behavior should be beneficial in the long run, however. Acting this way has proven to be extremely odd to the pony populace. So I have to be careful about how I act around them. That, and I have to show adaptitude in the field of Science, which was something I really didn't have time for. It was a minor inconvenience, but knowing how lucky I got. It will have to do. For now.

Although, when thinking about it. I definitely could revolutionize Equestria's energy problem. I know I lost my Chaos Magic, but I didn't lose my skills nor Words of Power. I was still a Smith, Mechanic, and Rune Mage. I bet, with a bit of time, I could make the first ever Internal Combustion Turbine Engine and become the fastest thing alive. But then fuel would become a problem unless the plane was fully electrical. SO making a viable power source will be my main goal while I figure out how to save the Griffin race from Equestria, and why Equestria was so fucked up. 'So, what is the best source of free power that doesn't run on coal? Fission, Solar, and Magic. I got to brush up on those three back on my ship. Well, expect solar panels. I knew how those work. I'll start with that as my cover.' [RW]

"I have an idea. Several in fact," I said, leading them on, and throwing my previous statement of safety out the window. "My mentor mentioned to me that it is possible to harness the power of the sun by taking the photonic energy emitted by the sun and converting it into electricity through the use of cells made from, (what my science teacher said), silicon."

"Though, a much more viable source of renewable energy can be found all around us—Magic, in its base form, is just free energy capable of manipulating all of the known Physical Laws without following them. My Master hypothesized that, with the proper converter, can tap into what she called "Lay Lines" and use them as infinite power factories for the whole world to use. I think she called them Coils, but I can't remember," I finished, wilting in place to convey sadness that my non-existent master is dead. Looking up with puppy-dog eyes, to see if my little carrot stick worked. I was glad to see the absolute shock emitting from both Fleur De Lis and Fancy's face. 'Now for the finisher. Come on. Ask me the question I see forming in your eyes, Fancy Pants.'

"That's...Such an idea would gain a commendation for a Noble Prize!" he exclaimed. "I hope that you can deliver Mr. Octavius. What do you think you would need to make a working prototype?"

"Just a few wires, electrical glue, some gems, glass, crystalline silicon, and something that has the ability to inscribe a neutral rune on the gems," I replied nonchalantly.

"That's...Wait...What do you mean by,' something to inscribe a neutral rune?" he asked as we entered the main driveway to the mansion.

I gave him an innocent smile. "Oh, I just know how to enchant things with my lightning magic. Runes help out a lot in that regard," I said, sealing my fate.

"You are a diamond in the rough, aren't you Mr. Octavius?" he smiled.

"Not my fault I had a good teacher."

'A super hot and mentally insane one that thought it would be a good idea to pump centuries worth of magical, technological, and other information into my skull without a care in the world or what it would do to my sanity.'

Author's Note

words added 2000 and other one finished!