Sister Slaves (Built Upon Dreams, Paid in Blood)

Pinkie, her sisters and Ruby stand under and large willow tree, hiding from the torrential rains as they assault the land. “Push!” Tearing their gaze from the sky, they turn their attention to several stallions and teen colts pushing carts and putter-wagons that are stuck in the muddy red soil of the Grassy Knoll foothills.

A strong gust blows over the refugees, throwing some stallions to the ground and rustling the boars, causing the beasts to pull the carts further into the mud. With a violent howl of the winds the rains change directions. Feeling the cold stings hitting their hooves, the sisters, Ruby and the other children huddle closer to the willow tree.

“Push!” Ash yells at the group of stallions of varying ages.

“Damn it! It’s no use!” Obsidian huffs, running his hands through his soaked mane.

“Do you want us mares to set up the tents?” Golden Stone a three-month pregnant mare speaks up, looking at the stallions with soft eyes.

Granite sighs as he looks over at Igneous. “What do you think?”

Igneous glares down at the mud under his hooves. “Damn…”

A younger stallion huffs as he steps into the center of the group. “We’ve been traveling for three days straight without proper meals and appropriate sleep!” He points to the sky. “It’s getting dark, we need to set up camp, allow ourselves to dry off, eat a meal, let the injured rest.”

“What about the Unicorpian troops?” Miss. Cheerilee asks, standing next to Cloudy Quartz, Maud, and Rose Sapphire.

“Why would they waste their resources on a group of a hundred and one earth ponies?” The young stallion huffs in frustration.

“Copper you don’t know if they’ve given up!” Silver Stone states looking at him with a raised brow.

“Look!” He points in the direction of Ashmore. “We haven’t seen them in the past three days! Even now!” He holds his hands out wide. “Look at us, we need the rest!”

The group falls into silence as they ponder his statement. The elder stallions of the group look at one another and nod. “Let’s go ponies, we got work to do…” Ash states.

Within the hour the camp is built. A cooking station is hard at work fixing supper for the group. Off near the end of the camp three tents are put together making a medical-bay like area for the small group of injured, so they can rest for the night. Eight stallions and five teen colts patrol the camp, acting as a buffer if any Unicorpian troops happen to come down the hill to the south.

In a tent next to the willow tree, Pinkie and her sisters lay on their cloth mats, staring at the ceiling. The light from the lantern giving them enough light to see one another. They mindlessly watch the tent flap with the winds, listening to the drumming of the rains against the tent and the hissing of the lantern’s flame.

“So, Maud, how do you feel?”

Maud moves her gaze to Octavia. She looks at her long black mane draping over her pillow. “What do you mean?” The cold outside air mixing with her warm breath as she speaks.

Octavia blushes. “You know… Do you feel… Pregnant?” Her younger sisters blush. Even though their parents told them what sex led to. The thought of it still flustered them.

Maud thinks about her sister’s question. Her hand instinctively rubbing her belly. “I’m not sure… I feel the same.”

Pinkie rolls over, crawling up to her eldest and poking her stomach. “Your belly does look the same, very flat.” She giggles at her own words. Her sisters join in with their own sets of snickering. Maud gives Pinkie a playful frown as she rustles her mane.

Their mother hums, shaking her head. “You’ll know for sure when you’re pregnant.” She gives her eldest daughter a smirk as she knits a scarf. “You’ll wake up one morning puking your guts out.”

Maud goes pale. “Oh, colt…”

Her mother rustles her mane. “You shouldn’t worry yourself too much.” She hums. “I was two years younger than you when I had my first bout of morning sickness.” She stops her knitting as she remembers her first pregnancy. “Imagine what I went through.”

Her daughters’ eyes go wide. “Wait! You were fourteen when you had Maud?” Octavia rolls over, staring at her mother in confusion. “Why so young?”

Cloudy Quartz returns to her knitting. “It’s a long story…”

“We have time!” Her children look at her with begging eyes.

Their mother sighs. “Really dears, it not a big deal…”

“Not a big deal? You’re our Ma, I think it’s a big deal.” Limestone sits on her knees, crossing her arms.

“How come you don’t think its such a big deal?” The twins ask.

Cloudy Quartz rubs the back of her neck. “Well my Ma, never told my siblings and I how she got pregnant and or married.” She stares at her daughters. Their eyes grow big, their lips sticking out as far as they could. “Well, I guess I could start a new tradition, it’s only fair you know how I met your father and had Maud so young...” She giggles. “Well, how your father practically begged my Pa for my hand in marriage.”

Her daughters snicker. “Was Pa actually begging Grandpa to marry you?” Octavia asks, kicking her legs in the air as she lays on her belly. Her head in her hands.

Their mother laughs. “Oh yes, that poor stallion fell head over hooves as soon as he laid eyes on me.” She crosses her legs, placing her hands on her lap. “It all started in church.” Pinkie and Marble pull the ends of their nightgowns over their legs and wrap their arms around their legs. “Your Pa and I used to live in Blackmore, a copper mining town way smaller than Ashmore… Well, I’ve seen your father come to my church before, many of times, we would always make eye contact, but that stallion never had the nerves to come up to me.”

“How did you know he liked you?” Octavia asks.

“Oh, his face would turn bright red, HA! You could swear he was part lobster!” Her daughters laugh. “Glad you find that funny. Anyways, one day I’m sitting in my pew next to my Ma and out of the corner of my eye I see your Pa walking up to me. He was so nervous, he practically tripped over himself trying to get to me.” She crosses her arms, looking at the lantern hanging above them. “Well, being thirteen I thought his mannerisms were quite charming, seeing him stumbling over his words and the like, for little old me… But out of the blue, he asked me to marry him. My Ma and I were shocked. I was thinking, here is this twenty-two-year-old stallion asking for my hand in marriage, when we’ve barely even talk to one another.”

“What did you do?” The twins ask, wonder coating their words.

Cloudy Quartz smiles. “I told your Pa to go ask my Pa.” She rubs her chin, giggling. “If you think he was a wreak when talking to me, he was like mush talking to your Grandpa.” Her daughters laugh as they picture their father in that situation. “Your Grandpa told your Pa he needed to prove himself, so he got him to work right away. He helped my siblings, and I with our chores around the house even worked at my Pa’s blacksmithing shop.” She lets out a long sigh. “The dork didn’t even have a job when he asked me to marry him.”

Maud looks at her mother in confusion. “Didn’t Pa serve in the army at the time?”

Her mother nods. “Yes, but the military at the time didn’t pay their troops all that well, well not enough to support a family that is…” She looks at her daughters. “Anyways, while your father tried to impress Grandpa, I decided to hang around him, so he could get the chance to impress me, I mean, he wanted to marry me after all.” Her daughters give her knowing smirks. “Well… I guess I also wanted to have something to look at…” She blushes, Octavia and Maud roll their eyes, while their sisters giggle.

“How long did it take for him to impress Grandpa?” The twins ask, rocking back n’ forth on their behinds.

Cloudy Quartz smiles, thinking back on the experience. “Took your Pa about a year. My Pa was sure that he would’ve given up within the month and run off looking for another, but he surprised him. Your Pa stayed put. He got really close to the family, close to me…” She looks at her wedding ring with a smile as she rotates it around her ring finger. “After my fourteenth birthday we got married, and then a month later I ended up pregnant with you.” She rustles Maud’s mane. “And the rest is history as they say.” The sisters look at their mother with broad smiles as they study the glow on her face.

Hearing hoof steps coming up to the tent, the family looks at the door as it opens, revealing Igneous, Onyx and his family with several small bowls of tomato cabbage soup. “Is something wrong?” Igneous asks, seeing his daughters giving him funny looks.

They snicker at his question.

Cloudy Quartz smirks at her husband. “I’ve told them how you got my Pa’s permission to marry me.” She puts a hand to her lips, giggling to herself. Rose Sapphire giggles as she stares at the blushing stallion.

His cheeks redden as his and Onyx’s children join in on the laughter. “Can you tell us Mrs. Pie?” Ruby asks with large puppy eyes. Her younger brother mumbles as he waves his stubby little arms, his body wiggling in his mother’s arms.

“Oh yes, I would love to hear it as well, give me some pointer before I ask for Maud’s hand.” Obsidian chuckles.

Maud rolls her eyes.

“Colt, you’ve already asked her hand…” Igneous gives the young stallion a stern glare. “Honey maybe another time?” He looks at his wife, with a charming grin.

“Mmm…” She stares down her husband. “Sure, why not, take a seat, and Auntie Pie will tell you a story.” She smirks at her husband.

Onyx chuckles. “Great, I like stories.” He steps into the tent, giving Igneous a pat on the shoulder. Igneous internally sighs as he takes a seat next to his wife.

On a fifteen-feet ledge lays an Unicorpian scout about forty-yards from the refugees’ camp. There he waits, watching over the earth ponies through his bronze binoculars. Absorbing all the information he needs. The young unicorn stallion packs up his binoculars in his saddle bag sling his bolt-action rifle over his shoulder before heading down the hill to his platoon’s airship.

A scout-class Unicorpian airship sits docked in a small meadow surrounded by a thick grove of pine and willow trees. The ship itself is thirty-feet long and fifteen-feet wide. Ten ten-millimeter cannons sit mounted to its sides. Thick five-millimeter steel plating lines the bottom of its hull. Attached to the ship is a ninety-feet long and forty-five-feet diameter helium balloon floating above it.

Five squads of light Unicorpian airmen stand in the rains, by the rampart of the airship, awaiting orders. Their captain stands in front of them, watching them, his eyes scanning for any weakness. Hearing sloshing hoof-steps, he looks to the left ad sees one of his scouts running down the hill.

“Captain! I have good new!” The scout calls out.

“What is it?” The captain stares at the panting unicorn.

“They have set up camp near the valley’s edge at the base of the hill.” The scout salutes his commanding officer. “Most of them are taking refuge in their tents. Only thirteen guard the camp.”

“What arms are the brandishing?” The captain eyes the top of the hill about a mile-and-a-half away.

“They’re armed with lever-action-rifles, typical dirt-eater shit!” He drops his salute. “I believe if we go now, we can surprise them and take their camp without spilling unnecessary blood.” He smirks. “Until, you know…”

The captain nods at the stallion’s words, as he mulls over them. Glancing at his men, he gives a long content hum. “Stallions?” He places his hands behind his back and full faces them.

His men stand at attention. “Yes, Sir!” They shout.

“We move now!” Use smoke-spark-grenades, disarm any who wield weapons, do not shoot unless you have to! The more that are cleaned of wounds the better!” “Raising his arm and signals the crew of his airship to warm the ship. “The faster we finish this mission the sooner we can get out of this blasted rain!”

Several feet away from their tents, Igneous, Onyx and Obsidian stand under a larger oak-tree. Each of them smokes cigars as they watch the rains fall upon the earth around them. The hissing of butane lanterns dulls the ambient sound of laughter filled conversations and nature.

“You think the rains will let up anytime soon?” Obsidian asks his father, chewing the end of his cigar.

“Not sure…” Onyx eyes the dark sky, watching the clouds roll into themselves. “From the look of things, it could last all night.” He puffs on his cigar, putting his hands in his coat’s pockets. “We’ll just have to let nature run its course.”

Igneous hums an agreement as he watches his hot breath mix with the cold air. Seeing his breath vapor disintegrate for the rain droplets, her takes a long puff of his cigar.

Hearing a dull mushy thud, the trio look towards the forest’s edge looking for the source of the noise. Seeing a metallic cylinder sticking out of the mud, confusion washes over them. Slowly Onyx walks up to the object and kneels down, studying it.

“What is it Pa?” Obsidian asks.

Onyx looks over at his son. “I think it’s a…”

PING!

SPSSSS!

BANG!

A cloud of thick gray smoke erupts around them. Rapid loud pops pierce the mild abeyance within the camp. More cylinders erupt around the camp, blanketing it in a thick dense fog of smoke, causing many of the earth ponies to couch and their ears to ring.

His mind in a daze, Igneous stumbles through the fog, searching for his friend. “Onyx! Are you alright?!” He looks around, trying to see through the thickness.

“Pa!” Obsidian shouts only a few feet from Igneous.

Hearing hoof-steps running up to him, Igneous looks away from his son-in-law and turns his gaze to the forest. Seeing a figure in the fog, a bust of fear washing over him. A ball of green light hovers over the figure’s head. “Shit…” Igneous hisses as he goes for his pistol. Before he can unholster his firearm, the figure teleports right in front of him, their snouts touching.

With a quick punch to his gut, Igneous crumples to the ground. The unicorn grabs his pistol and throws it across the camp. With a growl the unicorn pins Igneous to the ground. “Stay down dirt eater!” The unicorn spits in broken earth pony speak.

Igneous stares at the bayonet inches from his neck. Growling, he gives the soldier a cold icy glare. His thoughts of rebellion die down, however, when he hears the screams of his wife and children. Lifting his head up the best he can, he watches in horror as Unicorpian airmen dragging his and Onyx’s family from the tent, throwing them to the ground.

Seeing their fearful eyes staring back at him, he yells out a war cry as he jumps up from the ground. The unicorn pins him down with his hoof, as he pushes the blade against his neck. The tip cutting the top layer of skin. “I said down! Dirt eater!”

With no other options, a sense of dread falls upon Igneous as painful memories reenters his mind.

Chaos fills the air as Unicorpian soldiers run amuck through the camp. They drag earth ponies from their tents, carts and or bushes, and forces them into one large group. Soon, the smoke clears and screaming stops as the earth ponies of the camp can finally see the small platoon of unicorns aiming their weapons at them.

Walking up to the group of earth ponies, the captain stands before them. Giving a smirk, he begins counting. “A hundred and one… Wow… What a large group!” He chuckles in his native tongue. “who knew earth ponies mated so much?” He looks at his men. “They get busy don’t they fellas?” His men laugh while the earth ponies look at them in fear and confusion, some however, pick up on some of the words being spoken, and upon hearing those words they frown.

Ignoring the earth ponies’ questioning glares, the captain puts his hands behind his back and begins pacing in front of his prisoners. “Private Stars! Private Kepler! Which ones look injured to you?”

The asked stallions walk among the prisoners, eyeing each of them, making mental notes. “Fifteen Stallions, twelve mares and ten children!” Private Stars replies.

The captain hums, glancing over his prisoners once more. He smiles as his gaze lands on Onyx and a mare clutching her son’s forehead. “Make that sixteen stallions and eleven children.” He snaps his fingers.

Several of his men swoop in, dragging the injured to the front of the group of prisoners. The mare clutches her son tighter and fights back. Frustration builds in one of the airmen causing him to hit her on the back of her head with the butt end of his rifle. She goes limp and falls face first into the mud. Another airmen bends down and checks her pulse, with a frown, he shakes his head.

“You monster!” A mare yells standing up, raising her fist high in the air.

“Shut your mouth bitch!” A trooper shouts in broken earth pony speak, aiming his rifle. The mare shakes in fear and quickly gets back on her knees, her eyes never leaving the weapon.

Pinkie and her sisters cower by their mother, their mind numb with fear at what was happening around them. Obsidian and Ruby watch as their father is dragged to the front of the group. Their mother does the same, tears swell around her eyes.

With the injured at his hooves, the captain looks down at them with a sly grin. His gaze is drawn to Onyx. The stallion’s eyes are swollen, tears flow from them. He looks pathetic. “What the hell happened to you?” He asks speaking fluent earth pony speak. Onyx keeps silent, his lips scowling, his breathing coarse. The captain shrugs and turns his gaze to the colt. “Maybe the colt has better manners.” The colt remains silent as well, his large eyes stare madly at his dead mother. The captain sighs pulling out his pistol. “You’ll see her soon…” Pulling the slide, he fires a single round into the colt’s skull. Grey matter flies everywhere, the colt’s lifeless body crumples to the right-side straight into the mud.

The earth ponies jerk back, gasping in shock, their eyes tremble as they eye the colt and the captain. Emotions fluctuate from fear to rage, their eyes stare at the unicorn, horrified by his lack of empathy.

Cleaning the gray matter off his pistol, he addresses their concerns. “You’re all wondering why I shot him?” He waves to his men. A small group of them take aim at the group of wounded. “It’s because he, like them.” He points to the group of wounded. “Cost to many bits… oh what do you call them… Ah, yes, tokes…” The soldiers aiming, charge their rifles. “Unicorpia needs healthy prisoners to feed its need for war…” He gives his men the signal.

An orchestra of gun fire, screams, tearing flesh and breaking bones fill the air.

Silence fills the air once more… Clouds of spent gunpowder float in the air, forcing the ponies to taste sulfur. A mass of blood, flesh and bones lays before the prisoners who find themselves unlucky to be alive. Shock paralyzes most, other hurl from the sight and smell. Others stare at the captain and his men with hate.

With a chuckle, the captain turns around and heads back up the hill. “Don’t torch the place, leave it as a reminder for any who come upon it.”

Sitting on her knees, Pinkie hangs her head. She hisses as she feels a sharp pain shoot up her legs. The wood paneling of the airship’s cargo-hold is uneven and rough. It also didn’t help that heavy iron restraints hang from her wrists and neck. With a pathetic sigh she tries to get comfortable, but the chains binding her to the floor, also pulls the ponies kneels next to her, closer to her. She gives the two an apology. Both understand her uncomfortable position and return her gesture. Pinkie lets a sob slip past her lips as she hangs her head once again.

Seven ponies away on Pinkie’s left is her mother. Cloudy Quartz stares at her daughter. Tears roll down her face. Her motherly instincts overwhelm her, screaming and demanding that she do her duties. But the chains that bind her to the floor deny her.

Maud and Octavia sit beside one another over by the ladder, leading to the upper decks of the airship. They look over their shoulders at their sisters. Their gaze heavy with sadness as they see their twin sisters crying to themselves.

Limestone sits in the middle of the cargo-hold next to Obsidian, Ruby and Rose Sapphire. She fidgets with her restraints, hopelessly believing that she can escape.

Obsidian looks at Limestone with a flat stare. He sees her skin getting raw around the restraints. Giving a pained sigh, he turns his eyes to his wrists and looks at the dry blood coating the fur.

Ruby buries her head in her brother’s lap. Her muffled sobs echo the cargo-hold, mixing with others. Her tears stain her brother’s jeans.

Rose Sapphire stares at her children as she holds her youngest tight to her bosom. Her tear-filled eyes looking over them protectively.

Igneous and Marble sit b the stern of the ship. Marble lays her head against her father’s chest. Her breathing is sporadic as she chokes on her tears. Igneous strokes Marble’s scalp as he looks at his daughters. A sense of dread weighs heavy on his heart as he stares at his daughters and wife. Overwhelmed with shame, he looks away, staring at the bearings and wires of the metal-rampart-door. Hearing his little one’s cries, he begins to feels his will to stay strong leaving him. Sucking in a sigh, he lays his head in his hands.

The blimp rocks from turbulence, waking sleeping ponies or breaking many from their haze. Readjusting their kneeling positions, they relax once again.

CRACK!

BOOM!

The airship groans as it shakes violently, knocking prisoners and soldiers alike to the floor. Several more explosions rock the ship, loose tools and knick-knacks fall from the walls and ceiling of the cargo hold.

Pinkie looks around in pure shock as she feels the ship make a sharp dive, before righting itself with a turn to the left into a stable position. “Oria! Man asemat!” The captain’s muffled command echoes into the cargo hold.

Pinkie looks up, hearing the frantic hoof-steps of the airmen above. The airship jolts as loud rapid pings rack its under-hull. “He ampuvat meita!” The airship rocks again sending the prisoners to the left. It rights itself once more, picking up speed. Its right and left side cannons firing at whatever is attacking it.

Pinkie’s heart rate increases as her surroundings falls into chaos. Scared out of her mind, she begins to cry, hoping the she’ll fade from this nightmare. Her mother seeing her daughter’s distraught demeanor, starts to panic herself. “Sun Flower!” Her mother calls out to the young mare kneeling next to Pinkie.

Sun Flower looks over at Cloudy Quartz. “Yeah?” She yells back, panic coating her words.

“Comfort my daughter, please!”

“I will!” She turns her gaze to Pinkie, who is visibly shaking. “Sweetie, its ok.” She places her hands on her left shoulder. Pinkie glances at the mare with some hope returning to her.

Another array of metallic pings dots the bottom of the airship. This time, however, bullets break through, striking the cargo hold’s ceiling and any unlucky earth ponies or unicorns. The top of Sun Flower’s skull rips open, gray matter sprays in all directions, blood pours out of her wound, mouth, and snout. Pinkie stares in horror as the mare’s lifeless body falls on the top of her, bathing her in blood.

The airship shakes once again as it leans to the right, sending the ponies falling in that direction. Pinkie, however, goes further than the others, smacking against the cargo-hold’s wall. The corpse of Sun Flower dangles helplessly from her wrist and neck restraints.

“Pinkie! Are you alright?” Her mother calls out in a panic.

Before Pinkie can respond, the ship leans to the left, tossing them like trash, once more.

Groaning in pain, Pinkie sits up from the ground and glances at the wall. Seeing one of the windows dotting the wall is open, morbid curiosity gets the better of her. On shaking limbs, she crawls to the window. She’s about to reach out to grab one of the ropes hanging on the wall, but her chains prevent her from advancing further. Looking over her shoulder, she sees Sun Flower’s lifeless body acting as her anchor.

Feeling the airship tilt to the right once again. She braces herself. Crashing into the wall, she fights the pain and quickly grabs onto the ropes and holds on tight. Securing her position on the wall, she looks out the window at the valley below.

A land-battle between Earthen Republic and Unicorpian forces rages a hundred-and-fifty-feet below the airship. Trenches scar the land for miles, each filled to the brim with ponies, ammo and ordnance. From the smoking haze, Pinkie can make out the uniforms of the opposing sides. Earthen forces wearing grey, Unicorpian force indigo blue.

Both sides fling bullets at cannon rounds at one another. A dozen cannon and machinegun nets erupt in flames as they destroy one another. Stallions fall like flies as some foolishly poke their heads out from the trenches.

In-between the opposing lines, separating the trenches is fifty yards of mud, boobytraps, guts and barbwire… No man’s land…

Hearing a loud trumpet sing through the noise of battle, Pinkie watches an Unicorpian division teleport themselves to their enemy’s trenches. Some were successful in their blitz, taking a few brave stallions before they themselves are slain by hot-lead. Others however, die before they can even lift their rifles.

One unicorns solider seeing his comrades die before him, yells out a war cry as he arms a grenade that’s glowing bright orange. Teleporting himself into a group of ten earth ponies, he holds his weapon high above his head. It explodes into a fountain of napalm. The flames stick to the helpless earth ponies and unicorn, sending them into fits of excruciating pain.

Pinkie’s young mind trembles at her first sight of war.

The airship levels out into a stable flight. Not being able to hold herself up, Pinkie falls to the floor, landing on her rump. Staring up at the ceiling, she sees the shadows of her captures running about. A sob leaves her lips, then another, and another…

The captain looks at the numbers and dots filling papers that flood his desk. The preliminary reports of his airship were in, and the news is okay. Not what he really wants to hear, but it’s the best he’s going to get. “At least she still flies.” Leaning back in his chair, he gives a sigh, taking a sip from his canteen.

“Captain Moonlight?”

Turning around, he sees one of his staff sergeants giving him a salute. “What is it Staff Sergeant Fire Star?”

“We have placed the dead near the rear of the ship sir…”

The Moonlight mulls, leaning further back in his seat. “How many did we lose again?”

“Five, captain.” Fire Star lowers his salute, placing his hands to his sides.

Moonlight turns around writing on a piece of paper. “And how many of the prisoners?”

“Seven, sir.” Moonlight nods, dismissing him with a wave. With his airmen gone, he rests his head in his hand and gives a long sigh.

Some of the earth ponies try their best to sleep through their past ordeal, but many find it too difficult to sleep, the lifeless eyes of their fellow ponies to haunting for them to close their eyes.

Pinkie and Marble are fast asleep, exhaustion overwhelms them both. Octavia counts each link in her chain. Limestone still tries to break free form her restraint. Maud and Obsidian stare at one anther with loving gazes. Ruby lays her head in her brother’s lap, her mind slipping in and out of consciousness.

Rose Sapphire strokes her newborn’s scalp as she stares at her elder children. Cloudy Quartz has her hands to her chin, praying for her family, her friends, her fellow earth ponies. Igneous stares at his daughters with solemn eyes. His heart heavy as he sees the hurt in their eyes.

“Starlightin vangit!” The earth ponies look up at the unicorn hanging on the top of the ladder. The slumbering ponies slowly wake, turning their tired eyes to the stallion. “Hyva, uutiset, paadyimme White Hillsiin. P.O.W leiri puoli tuntia!” The earth ponies stare at him in confusion. The trooper grunts. “Olympus, voitko kaantaa minulle? Nama likaiset vakoojat eivat ymmarra mita sanon!”

Olympus switches places with his comrade and sees the earth ponies’ expressions. “Good, news, we land at White Hills. P.O.W camp in half an hour!” The earth ponies feel a heavy weight wash over their hearts. Watching them turn their gazes back to the floor, Olympus looks up at his comrade. “Tule, meilla on viela paljon tyota.”