Lost

by writingiscool

Interlude: Five Hundred Years Earlier.

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Phenneus of Wilted Woods, a once proud pegasus corporal in the Lunar Knights. Now, a long sought-after necromancer.

For five hundred years after Nightmare Moon's banishment, he had escaped capture in hopes to return his mistress. Now, the mad pony stood trial in the Canterlot Military Court for the crimes he had committed.

"Oh judge of this fine court we have laid here, shalt I read the monster's charges?"

A pony in a gilded white robe turned his grey head toward the speaker.

"See that it is said." Was the judge's curt reply.

"Phenneus of Wilted Woods, you are charged with two hundred and nineteen counts of murder, three hundred counts of necromantic magic use, and desertion of her lady Celestia's army."

"Fuck you too." Phenneus said, and was promptly whacked over the head with the flat of a blade.

"Have respect for your superiors, monster!" Barked the guard who had struck him. Phenneus wanted to spit in his face, but that would only make things worse down here. He could either claim insanity or not guilty, but never, ever, claim guilty. He knew that they would hang him. If he claimed insanity, they would escort him to a padded cell and hours of psychiatrist visits. If he claimed not guilty, they would lop off his tail and right front leg.

Either way, it would not be good for him. No lawyer, no escape routes, and no access to rune magic.

"Your honor, may I ask a question?" He asked.

"You may, monster." The judge sneered.

"I wish to have a unique punishment for my crimes."

"Go on."

"I wish to be turned into a bird. A crow, to be exact. A small, useless bird. And I wish immortality with that, with which to suffer eternally."

"The only reason I grant this is that all fear death. You have chosen well for a monster." The judge said as he turned around. He stepped through double doors behind his desk. The crowd murmured as he did so, wondering what the judge was doing.

Finally, the judge entered. He carried a glowing, golden sun atop a belltower. He placed the model in a slot on top of his desk. It slowly sank in, until no one could see it anymore.

Then, there was an all-encompassing flash of light in Phenneus' face. He promptly blacked out.

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