A box stood open within a darkened warehouse. Near the box was one Alla Round. She was currently shackled to a chair, but she seemed unconcerned at her predicament. She was a well built Pegasi with a blue coat and brown hair, her well built body tending toward a certain roundness. She gave off a kind of understanding cheerfulness, as if being shackled and confined was all part of a massive misunderstanding that could be cleared up if you just told her what you needed. There were no guards and for all intents and purposes Alla was alone.

"Where, Oh, Where has my Little Jack Gone
Oh, Where, Oh Where Can He Be?"

She sang to herself, her calm clear voice echoing out into the empty room.

"Oh, Where can that Stallion Be?
With Me All Tied Up
And My Family Harmed
Oh, Why Won't He Come Get Me?"

Still her voice echoed into the room, still nothing but silence greeted her. But Alla Round knew she was not alone. So, she sang another verse, her voice ringing out clear and strong.

"I Think My Jack Is Sobbing Tonight
That's why he can't come for Me
However My Jack May Let Loose A Terror Tonight
I Think Savage Grimm Will Be Coming For Me"

Hearing movement she smiled, the reaction was to her Special Someponies other name, the face behind the mask.

"Well, Let's see what kind of reaction a new verse will bring." She thought.

Taking a breath she continued her song.

"Oh, Savage, My Savage, Come At A Run
Oh, Come, Come And Retrieve Me
With A Scream And A Shout
Brutality About
How Much Blood Am I Going To See?"

The temperature in the warehouse began to drop, Alla Round smiled despite the chill. Continuing her song, she watched the area around her, waiting for the one that hurt her family to show themselves.

"I Last Saw Savage when he tore apart
a pony that meant me harm.
But He swore never to kill anymore
Savage will Come For His Alla Round
Perhaps Those Here Will Let Me Go
I'm Sure They Don't want to Cry
Who Knows What Savage will Decide to do
Now that he's not allowed to let others die."

Again she heard movement, louder and closer. Smiling again she sang the last verse, her voice clear against the darkness of the place.

"Oh When, Oh When Will My Savage Come?
Oh When, Oh When Will That Be?
When He Gathers All Of His Strength.
That Is When He Will Come For Me."

Her song Finished, she once again listened and watched, she did not have a long wait. Clapping was heard, followed by a horrible cough, both echoing out of the darkness. A slender white stallion in a rather beat up wheelchair, pushed himself into the room. Going over to the open box he snarked to Alla.

"I am counting on it. I didn't go to all the trouble to bait him out into the open just to lose my shit at the end. Tell me Ms. Round do you know what this box is?"

Alla turned her head, recognizing the design, she said. "It is just like the one Jack has. The one that all the Sunless have."

The Stallion smiled. "Exactly right, Ms Round. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Winter's Gale. I am descended from those ponies that laid with the Windigo all those years ago. I was indeed one of the Sunless. Tell me did 'Jack' ever tell you or our time together."

Alla looked quizzically at Gale. "No Mr. Gale, neither Jack nor Savage ever liked to talk about them. But sharing his bed meant I had to quiet more than one of his Nightmares, both when he was Savage and when he was Jack. So I know that the group did not end on the friendliest of terms and that he hated every single one of you, both as Jack and as Savage."

Winter Gale smirked, pausing to reply as another cough wracked his small frame, he continued. "What Savage failed to mention to you was he was the one that got us to lay aside our power. You see each of us had created powerful items and gathered extensive knowledge about the world around us. Savage was the same as all of us. Hell, he was often the enforcer. We discovered much about out Hybrid nature and what it meant. We delved into what made us different, what gave us such terrible strength. However Savage grew a conscience, he decided nobeing should have the powers we did. So he convinced the others to set aside their tools, he convinced me too. Everyone of us set aside our tools, ones that we had invested our own selves into. Then locked the boxes."

"So, why do all this now, Mr Gale? Why kidnap me if you set aside this all willingly? Why all the cloak and dagger?"

Winter Gale Smiled, "Because I am dying Ms. Round and I want to see the rise of the Sunless once more. More importantly I want to punish Savage for being the one to get us to set aside who we are. For insisting that because he wanted to pursue his dream, we had to stop pursuing our own. I am dying because I set the greater part of my power down. My step-sister is currently hiding in a mental institution, her Special Somepony can never go home. All because Savage wanted to play at being Jack, because he decided he prefered the mask."

Winter Gale smiled at Alla, "I have no intention to take what is in this box, it will be left for any that find it. Anypony can use what is in here. I will be dead soon, either by Savage's hand or by this disorder that destroys my body. Either way, what I leave behind will be picked up by the one with the will to take it and the strength to keep it. You, Ms Round are all it took for Savage to discard Jack and be Savage once again. His Mask is gone and he will never place it back on upon his face. As a parting thank you for that service, I will show you the Savage I know, not the lie you have been made to believe."

Taking a remote out of a pocket of his chair, Winter Gale pointed it to one end of the cavernous warehouse. In front of Alla a large screen descended from the ceiling to the floor, placed exactly far enough away so that she could see it from top to bottom. Another Click of Winter Gale's Remote and a projector activated, playing a prerecorded movie. In it she saw Jack crying on the floor of their bedroom, the Royal Guards breaking in. As Alla watched, her heart broke at the acts Savage committed in her name and shattered upon witnessing his infidelity.

Winter Gale smiled, placing the projector on repeat, he wheeled himself out, his absence neither noticed nor cared about.

Author's Note

Here it is the first of the new chapters. I also started cutting down on the chapters I was planning. Most of the material I was planning on can better go into their own stories. When I get around to writing them. So I believe the count is down to three chapters left. I doubt that will change and it may go up depending on how this story continues to devolop. So, Have a good time all and I hope everyone had a happy thanksgiving.