Author's Note

I got the mask idea from the mask makes the pony
Check it out. Its awesome

In which thou escapes

“Well, hello to you Fletcher” Nightmare pronounced, as she was cuddled with affection from the magical beast. She nuzzled against it, even though it was made out of cans and paper. Her mind returned to more important matters.

“Hey boy, think you can get us out of here?” The beast licked her nose with a blue tongue in confirmation. He let go of nightmare, and then proceed to gaze upon the door.

Fletcher siphoned his magic into the door, the trash falling apart as he left. A moment later, the door made a colossal shifting noise as it opened. The blue magic returned to its place within her staff.

Nightmare sighed. She knew this was going to be quite the adventure.

What Nightmare had not expected was the night sky. There was dusty sand every, heavily contrasting with the flourishing plant life around the area. It was dark, but her cloak was able to support with that issue. But what it could not help with is the dust that was flying everywhere.

Damn… If only i had a mask…

It was in that moment she mentally face hoofed. She levitated out her Plague doctor mask, and had placed it upon her face.

And then something terrifying happened.

Without warning, the air was sucked out of the mask, creating a vacuum. This was nothing that nightmare was expecting, and she started to instantly panic. She couldn't remove the mask, it was like it was completely attached to her face. She tried to suck in oxygen, but the place was like a void, completely merciless.

And then it made a loud buzzing noise, and oxygen entered the mask.

It was a process of sterilization, and now the mask was actively filtering the air. Nightmare merely laid there, her body exhausted out of fear. But she had a job, find shelter.

Shakily, she got back up onto her hooves, the cloak aiding her by feeding her energy to move. Her wings had been extended out of fear, and she merely fluttered them out. She decided against flying, the winds would throw her like a ragdoll, and had instead determined that walking was a much better option.

The dust was pelting her, but it was merely a inconvenience than anything. What she did not like, was the group of sketchy figures ahead of her.

There was three, one pony, one zebra, and one griffin. None was even slightly friendly looking. All of them had blades, but they looked rustic and damaged. While it seemed like avoiding them would be the smart choice, it was the only visible path, and she had to find shelter and civilization.

“... Well, here goes nothing”

She paced quickly, in her mind she looked rather uninteresting, but her items had apparently caused the opposite effect.

“Hey lady… Mind giving us your stuff? Make it easy for us all?” The griffin said in a gruff voice.

She froze, a realization appearing before her. “Um… I don’t really have anything of much value.” She smiled nervously.
“Nah, that ivory sheath alone is worth worlds. Not to mention what it may contain” He grinned “So make this easy, wouldja?”

Her next actions were bewildering to her.

The unicorn had placed one of the blades upon her back side, causing her to react in a matter that was pure reflex.

Nightmare unsheathed her blade, and batted the knife with her sword, the knife frosting up. The impact had caused the unicorn levitating it to have his head rattle, the feedback affecting him directly. Nightmare then swung the blade at the griffin, who had raised his hand out of reaction, and cutting his claw clean off. He staggered back, but was ended quickly, the blade already have piercing his heart.

The zebra tried to intervene, but was knocked back by the butt of the handle hitting her square on the forehead. The unicorn then slashed at her again, but the nightmare’s blade was faster, and hit the knife on the side of the hilt, shattering the blade out of sheer force. The unicorn was shocked, and during his state was also dispatched by a cold, ruthless stab into the heart.

The zebra, realizing his situation, began to run. His escape was stopped however, by the blade flying forth and ended yet another miserable soul.

This took less than a minute to resolve, and Nightmare hadn’t mean any of it.

But secretly to herself she had been happy that, wherever this skill of combat came from, it came when it did.

And her travels continues. She walked down the dirt road, finally determined to find a goal she can obtain.