War of the Equines

I yelled out as I struggled against my bonds to escape the Mystic Equine that had me in his grasp. He looked exhausted and ready to give up. I couldn't think straight beyond the strange numbness in my mind from the strange goo that stupid merc smeared on my wound, which he caused to subdue me. Now I suppose it could have been to get the strange muck into my system too, but I think it was mainly to make me a docile little goodie. The Mystic gently set me down in a wooden crate. The top was put on the crate, hammered down, and then my bindings started to be removed. They flew out a relatively large hole in the side, probably for air. I kicked the side weakly and groaned at the heaviness of my legs. They put something into the hole, a little package, and a canister of liquid. It was... It was a glass water bottle and some food. Real food. Like... Carrots and some meat? They don't serve meat here. They don't have a need for it. I took a bite, and figured out it was some sort of substitute. Some type of strange tofu. I ate as fast as I could and chugged the water as quickly as could. It filled my stomach and I felt tired as soon as I was finished. I relaxed. Surely, I would be in my right mind if I had to get rest to fight them off when I'm freed.

I opened my eyes with no idea how long I'd been asleep or where I was. I was in a bed. On a mattress. I haven't even seen one in almost three years, let alone slept on one. It was cushy. I tried to stand on it, but doubled over backwards at the soft bouncy surface. I was wearing a pair of bluish purple scrubs with a symbol on it. It was like a moon or something. I looked around. It was a nice room with the bed in the corner, and a room off the wall without a door, with a toilet and a shower. The shower was covered with a curtain I could probably move over the door. There was a bookshelf covered in books, and a chair with a dresser next to it. The entire room was a strange whiteish silver. Somewhat metallic. I stood up and slowly went to the book case, spooked by it, and pulled one out slowly. It was a book meant for children, with the reading level of an 8 year old, which I found fitting since I was at that reading level due to the war. I still had the intellect of a child due to the military not providing mental sustenance while I was deployed. Wait, what do I mean WAS deployed?! I still am! I put the book back and opened the dresser, finding drawers of specially assorted clothes. Scrubs like mine, but every color of the rainbow, with all the same symbols on them. I looked next to the dresser, and there were moccasins in all the colors of the rainbow.

I looked next to the bed and found moccasins of the same color of my outfit. I looked a bit disgusted, I could tell. I walked over to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was different. My round, pale face and wide, wonder filled eyes were dead. They held the nightmares of my past, tortured by the blood I had shed on both sides. The blood I had seen spilled. What replaced that young face was a sunken, thin face with a chiseled jawline and defined cheek bones, with a midnight shadow. I was an adult. Almost? But al I know is that my hair was longer than this before, back in the field.

I looked back up into the mirror, noticing it had been cut neatly and carefully. That damn Mystic must be to blame. I pulled back and looked out the bathroom door, looking around the room. There was no window, but there was a door. I walked over to it and jiggled the doorknob. It was locked. I took a breath and counted to five. and then rushed the door, forcing it open as I grunted and looked around. I was in some sort of larger complex, with stairs at one end of the hall, and lights on the ceiling, It was some kind of hospital. But the Equines were running it, as evident by the hoof mark on the ground. I memorized the room number. 0028. I turned and looked down the hall with the stairs going down. I turned and ran towards it, making it down the stairs quickly. One set, two three, and I couldn't find a fourth flight when I tried, so this was the bottom floor. I peeked out the door. It was a long hallway leading to a door, leading outside. I looked around in the window of the door, and saw there was no Equines in sight. I opened the door slowly and took a deep breath. I counted to five and ran as fast as I could, sprinting with a speed that even the commander would have been jealous of. I kicked off and ran as far as I could, making it to the door and then, out. I blinked and my mind became boggled at the thought that it had been that easy. I stopped and looked up, the sunlight was blinding. I squinted, and looked around. There was dozens of complexes exactly like the one I was in, and they were at least three stories high at least.

Then the sirens went off. The alarm sounded that I had escaped, and now I was on the run. I was a fugitive. Whatever these Equines were trying to do wasn't going to go well for me. I turned and began to run, not caring where, and not caring how. I just couldn't stay here. I felt my stomach get a bit loose, making me almost lean over and throw up right now on the ground. There was nothing I would have enjoyed more, but I couldn't stop. Several Fliers landed in front of me, and others landing around and behind, effectively caging me. I was becoming filled with anxiety, spinning around as the ones I behind me, that I couldn't see, moved in closer. Then they stopped. And the fliers stopped and bowed. Suddenly I was feeling goosebumps erupt across my skin at the strong presence of a Mystic. It was a bit to strong.

I looked up slowly, seeing a strange, tall, white Hybrid of a Mystic and a Flier. It was wearing a crown and strange formal armor. I looked up at the Equine, feeling a sense of peace fill me. I fought it with everything I had, shakily backing away and clenching a fist.

"Stay back!" My voice was crackly and hard to use, and I felt to scratchy to actually use. She stepped forwards and her horn lit up, offering me a bottle of liquid. Water. I drank it and almost fell to my knees at the buckling of my legs. I had it gone in seconds. Clean water. Actually clean water. The strange hybrid slowly approached me, and I backed away, dropping the bottle of water I had emptied and clumsily formed a fist, throwing a punch towards it. It moved it's head and blinked in surprise. I threw another punch. It was to clumsy to make contact. "What the hell did you do to me?! What happened to y fighting stamina?!"

"We drained it to make you less of a threat." Her speech made me freeze, unable to move. I blinked a bit, panicking. I was lifted off the ground in a golden aura, unable to think for a moment. I was becoming tired again. "At ease. 0028 Moon will be coming with me." I blacked out after seeing the Fliers relax.