Adventures in Equestria.

Stepping forward, Sol's wings stretched out, and her horn glowed with power. I was in shock from the battle of my mind and then to be awakened by the other tormentor I didn’t know what to do. I knew though that I had bested Luna in my mind why not Sol in reality. I lept straight for her damn white neck with the golden necklace on it. Her face was one of shock from my lunge. Seizing the necklace in my hands I screamed and throttled the bitch. My cry was not english it was primal and full of hate. My arms were weak but the necklace gave me leverage to hold on as she fought. She tried to pull me off with magic but when she did I bit down under her chin.

Hot blood flowed down my chin and throat. She continued to fight me though and eventually, my weak arms gave out and she threw me to the ground. Standing up again I charged, this time Sol knew what I was up to and tossed me like a ragdoll into the wall with her magic. Capitalizing on my failure she lept and planted a hoof on my wounded shoulder pinning me to the floor. I screamed in agony as the horseshoe dug in, but I continued to struggle. I tried desperately to claw her hoof off of me, kicking, pushing, and biting but I was weak. I couldn’t even budge it as it continued to dig deeper. This continued on for a time but my cries of struggle turned into sobs as the fight left me.

I was beaten without any way to fight back. I was lost in another world. Where ponies controlled armies and magic. Magic that could throw me, jab me, pin me and I’m sure much worse. I was a human without tools, trapped in a cell. I had no friends here. no family, no lover, nothing that could save me. I didn’t have the physical strength to fight and my mind was breaking. It was sharp but still, I knew I wasn’t all there. What was even my name? I couldn’t remember, I hadn’t talked to a real person for so long. My body shook as the tears rolled down my grimy cheeks.

Even when the hoof lifted off of me all I could do was crawl to a corner in a ball. I felt like a child, helpless and weak. I couldn’t even look up at Sol but I could feel her staring at me. I continued to sob my whole body protesting from the exertion of the fight and the night before. The blood in my stomach made me wretch to make it worse. I didn’t care though I was already covered in my own filth. I was a wreck. I might be able to fight in my mind but physically I was worthless. It was only a matter of time before they killed me, I had fought back and terrorized the dreams of others to get them off of me. I couldn’t escape physically even if they left the door open. I knew mentally that Luna would eventually win too. Even if I held off for a time they would keep coming. Sol and Luna could rest as I rotted and decayed. Why did I even bother to fight back because of some grand notion that I was human? Look where that got me, a cell. There was no fresh air or freedom. I had to shit and piss myself every day. I was powerless. What did I expect some rescue before they could retaliate after my tricks the night before?

They could keep me here forever, just letting me sit here for all eternity alone. No contact, no interactions of any kind. I wouldn’t die but I wouldn’t be human anymore either. These horses were going to win, it was inevitable if they hadn’t already. As Sol eventually left I could feel her stair on me the whole time even as the cell door shut. I just remained curled in a ball crying to myself. A shell of a human.