Unknown time and place.

"****, are you still alive?" a girls voice breaks the silence. I'm sitting with my back against a crackling force barrier. Around me, is only darkness. Not the darkness of a sunless night, but a blackness so absolute that even my eyes cannot pierce its veil. They're keeping my in this lightless cage. There's only fifteen minutes light a day that's when I'm permitted to eat. They bring me some nutrient-rich slob that tastes like chemicals, I always grin at my captors saying "It's the best that I got, this one better then the last."

I have heard many voices they come and go, the voices of the dead. "****, are you still alive?" but not that voice it always linger. I don't know if it's a voice from a dead girl that have die in this cell or something other.
"****?"

"I am here?" I say to the cold air. there's blood running from my nose, hot, thick and slow. I wipe it with back of my hand. "I'm here ****."

"Is it the pain again?" the girl's voice ask. It's takes me some efforts to respond past the grinding of my brain meat, but I force my lie to pass my lips. "I had worse."

"It's feels like your dying." I chuckles at that, but doesn't deny it. "I'm still here, what do you want?"
"I want to talk, I'm lonely" "I'm sorry to hear that little one." I hesitate, already uncomfortable yet wishing to keep her near for a while longer. 'What is this the fourth or fifth time she has come to me.'

The pain in my head make it hard for me to do some mundane tasks like keeping track of time. "Your voice is the only one I welcome, do you know that."

"I do not understand, do you hear other voices. Even when your awake? I thought that they only came in your dreams.

"Yes and no" I shrug in the darkness, a futile gesture if ever there was one.

In a flash of light blinding me a black alicorn with flowing mane and tail appear, with her trademark moon cutie mark, I smile when I see her.
"Nighty, I'm I dreaming again." She looks down at me then smile. "Yes, my little changeling, but I do bear bad news." She sighs hear ears fall flat. "You have been moved from your safe haven and been foalnappt."

The dream shift around us and I return to my changeling form. "How do you know that Nighty?" She gives me a exited grin with ears returning to normal. "Oh, my little changeling that's simple I have learned new spells from your spell books I borrow from your memories."

I feel a cold sweat start as Nightmare Moon tells me this, my mind going hundred miles a minute. "What can she have learned, what is she now capable off. I have various books with spells." But this also exited, that means I can use spell from my memories.

She gives me a sad smile. "We have to talk when you're saved, I will force you wake." She walks over to me and nuzzles my muzzle. "Good luck Tec, and stay strong." As she ends her sentence the dreams fall apart and I wake up.

Unknown place and time.

I wake up in a dark cell made of bricks cold and wet, it smells a bit of mold. Before me is bars made of rusty iron a small lantern by a wooden door is the only source of light here. I turn my head around to see only walls no windows I lay my head down again releasing a deep defeated sigh."I dream about being captured and now I am, that's just sad."

I'm bound with rope around my legs and back to prevent me to use my wings, I try to use magic but something blocking it. "Hmm, they most have put a strong null ring on my horn." I see a puddle of water on the floor so I wiggle my self towards it, it takes time and effort but I make it.

As I turn and wiggle so I can see my horn in the reflection. "Three null rings, three bucking nulls ring on my horn, how did they know they can't use only one." I also see a ball-gag I glare at it with all my hatred. Shaking my head I force myself to roll over so my back is against the bars. I shut my eyes trying to focus on all the sound around me.

In the distance I hear hooves steps.

Author's Note

The dream is from 'The Long Night' warhammer 40k book. But instead of third person it's made in first person.

These Foalnapping chapters are going to be shorter but many.