PonyballzKai: Adventures In Equestria (Redone)

“Oh my goodness, you found it! You found my gemstone!” Roneo leaped to his hooves as he spotted the ruby in Cyre’s hand. He placed it by his outstretched hooves.

“Yeah, here, you can have it back.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Roneo praised Cyre, grabbed the gemstone in his mouth, and galloped over to Starlet immediately. The white mare looked overjoyed just to be in the stallion’s presence. Cyre clearly heard her shout of joy even from this distance as Roneo presented his gift to her. The pair crossed their necks against one another, embracing. Cyre smiled at the two knowingly.

Now that he had successfully delivered the lost gift, he wondered what he should do next. Cyre was just about to leave when a sound caught his attention. A weak sobbing noise was coming from inside the house Roneo had been sitting in front of. Cyre looked around to make sure nobody was watching and slipped inside without a second thought. Just as he was about to completely walk inside, someone grabbed his shoulder. He turned around to see Broly. Cyre sighed as he stepped into the building, Broly in tow.

The door clicked shut as They stepped into their new surroundings. This new place, unlike the party outside, was dimly lit and was very unkempt. Boxes of various sizes were stacked up around the walls, sheets were draped over most of the furnishings and the whole house lay still. Cyre took a few more steps inside, straining to hear anything.

“Hello?” He called out to the empty house.

… sniff … uuhhh mmmhhh … … sniff …

In the utter silence of the house, both Saiyans could clearly hear the weak whimpering coming from above. Spotting some stairs near the back wall they made their way up to the next floor.

As Cyre peeked over the stairs he found the upper floor held only one long hallway. At the end sat a single door, a shadow moved behind the threshold.

Broly and Cyre trotted down the hall, leaving huge footprints in the dust on the floor. Grime-covered picture frames and paintings were the only décor of the hallway as Cyre reached the end. He wasn’t scared but his heart rate was rising slightly, the spirit of discovery driving him forward.

He knocked on the door, the shadow behind it suddenly freezing up at the sound. Both Saiyans listened and waited, and waited, and waited. No response from the other side. Cyre knocked again and was startled by the sudden yell that came from the other side.

“GO AWAY!”

Cyre recovered from his shock and faced the door again. “No! I'm not leaving till you talk to me!” Cyre yelled back.

“I don’t have anything to say to monsters like you! Leave me alone, you’re all cursed and evil ponies!”

“AH HA! I knew somethin’ bad must have happened here! This town was too wired for something to not be going on! Wait, who are you calling a monster?!?!” Cyre announced this more to himself rather than the stranger behind the door. He beamed in triumph as all his snooping was validated. The thing behind the door had fallen deathly quiet, but judging by its shadow it had pressed itself against the door.

“You don’t sound like anypony from outside.” The voice sounded much calmer than before.

“That’s cause I’m not. In fact, I’m not even a pony, for that matter...” Cyre called back.

The door swung open lightning fast as a pair of grey hooves snatched Cyre’s boot. Unfortunately for the pony, it didn’t budge an inch, relatively because Cyre was wearing weighted boots.

Before the pony could even comprehend what happened, both Saiyans marched in. The sudden and unexpected shift scared the little filly and she opened her mouth to scream. She was swiftly silenced by the same Saiyan Who was wearing the heavy boot.

Through muffled protests, Cyre beheld his captive: A grey mare with a deep maroon mane. Her eyes held a look of both surprise and worry but were swollen and sagged. It made her look utterly exhausted. Though Cyre had never met this pony before, he couldn’t shake a sense of familiarity about her.

The room they were in was a bedroom holding only a twin bed and a bench before a vanity. Cyre then let go of the pony, who stared at the two Saiyans. The three sat there for what seemed like an eternity before the grey pony broke the silence.

“What do you think you’re doing here? And what are you?” The grey mare’s eyes narrowed.

“Ah, um…wait, what?” The question threw Cyre’s train of thought leaving her to babble an incoherent response as Cyre leaned down to the grey mare’s height. The grey mare clutched Cyre by his shoulders.

“What…Are…You…Doing here?!” her voice was growing stern and angry.

“I’m lookin’ for answers about this town. We came here following somepony out there in the woods. Who are you anyway? And I'm Cyre, a Saiyan from Earth. I came here to Equestria about half a year ago. This is Broly, a friend of mine.” Cyre barked out his answers, throwing questions right back at the mare. This caused her to release again, shock now the only emotion on her face.

“You…followed somepony?” The mare trailed off, a strange look on her face. She sat there in silence for a moment, her eyes scanning Cyre up and down then darting to the window and back. Cyre was watching her, trying to figure out where he knew this pony from. The mare spoke again cautiously.

“Who exactly did you follow here?”

“Some pony with a golden blonde mane. She had a grey coat like yours but her eyes were all golden and glowy too.” Broly simply blurted out the answer, not thinking about it.

“So, she’s the one who led you here…” The mare stood up and walked toward the window. She didn’t speak further, simply staring outside. Cyre wasn’t sure how to react and was still trying to nail down just who this pony was.

The mare spoke again to her, this time with a quiver in her voice “S-so, do you know who I am?” cyre was about to answer no when he heard a voice in his head. It kept repeating the same name.

“Mitta...”

“Would your name happen to be Mitta?”

The mare crumpled at this, her legs quivering as her shoulders shrank forward. In one fluid motion, Mitta collapsed to the floor in a torrent of sobs. This took Cyre and Broly completely by surprise as they ran forward to Mitta’s side.

“Oh my gosh, please stop cryin’! We didn’t mean to upset you!” Cyre pleaded with Mitta through her blubbering, rushing to her side.

“It’s not fair! It’s just not fair!” Mitta managed to speak through her sobs.

“What ain’t fair?”

“All of this! The same thing happening again and again and again, it never ends!”

The Saiyans had no idea what to do. Mitta continued to lie there and cry, each sob making both Saiyan's hearts ache for her more and more. With no other options available Broly and Cyre did the only thing they could think of. They wrapped Their arms around Mitta’s body and hugged her. Mitta took a deep breath, surprised at the sudden embrace. Cyre felt Mitta try to push him off but she couldn’t muster the strength. It was strange, though Mitta looked like any normal pony to The Saiyans her coat and skin felt icy cold and oddly soft. Finally, Mitta’s sobs slowed to a weak whimper as they released her.

“Why?” Mitta asked through her tears, “Why would you even come here?”

“Ah’ don’t know, I guess it was just curiosity,” Cyre admitted. Mitta’s eyes had finally dried and she stared at Cyre. She just sat there and stared, like she was looking into his very soul.

“What in kami happened to this place? Why are you locked up in here, and why did you start crying just then?” Cyre never broke eye contact with Mitta as he asked the questions. Mitta remained quiet, a sliver of a tear dripping from her eye again.

“Please…please don’t make me. It’s too hard to tell, this whole ordeal is my burden just as much as those monsters outside.” When Mitta finally spoke again, her voice was weak.

“Please Mitta, you can tell us. We want to know!”

“I don’t really care, though...” Broly said almost emotionless. Cyre glared at Broly, before focusing back on Mitta.

“No, you shouldn’t, I can’t…”

“You don’t have to be alone in all this. I know others outside these woods, I can bring them here and we can help you more.” Cyre tried to offer her comfort.

“NO!” Mitta practically leaped onto the Saiyan, pressing her face against Cyre’s in utter terror. “Whatever you do, don’t lead anypony else here, they’ll be lost to this town just as we are!” Mitta suddenly shrunk back from her own warning, acting like she had just said something taboo. Cyre countered by getting right back in her face.

“You all keep saying stuff like monsters an’ cursesand losing ponies to the town. What does all that mean? Why can’t I have an explanation!?”

Mitta regarded the Saiyan and took a moment to think. To cyre it looked like the very thought of explaining things hurt her. With a heavy sigh, Mitta took a seat once more.

“First, before I tell you what I can, why did she bring you here?” Mitta asked.

“Do you mean the other pony with the blonde mane?”

“Yes. Why you? Why now? She knows bringing anypony here puts them at risk, so why?”

“I dunno! Maybe, she thought I could help do something about all this! Something most others can’t even entertain doing!” Cyre shrugged; if this was some kind of trick question he wasn’t doing a good job figuring it out. Mitta took another deep breath.

“This whole problem started with her, on that horrible night.” Mitta began to explain.

“What night?”

“This night, the night of the town’s founding anniversary. This town’s been here much longer than you could imagine, and it’s all from the curse.”

“Ok, so what’s that?” Cyre’s question made Mitta stop talking. She took a deep breath and looked to be fighting back a few tears. Cyre tried to keep her going, “Did something bad happen?”

“Yes…something bad. Something very very bad and the forest didn’t like it.” Mitta stopped again and closed her eyes, her face drooping.

“Hold your horses, no pun intended, but the forest didn’t like it? I don’t get it. Don’t tell me there are some weird connections this place has to the forest. I don’t really believe in stuff like that, I’m a scientist, you know...” Cyre said, puzzled.

“Actually, that’s pretty much it. It’s always been an old legend that the Ever Free Forest exists as it does because it has its own special kind of magic right? Even when our town was founded near its edge we couldn’t have possibly known how far its influence stretched.”

“Whoa, are you telling me this town wasn’t originally in Ever Free? Something I can eventually study?” Cyre asked excitedly. Mitta nodded.

“We weren’t the only town either. We had a sister settlement about a few day’s trot to the north as well. As for studying and whatnot, I’ll leave that to you.”

“Is that town still there too? Did they believe in curse marks?” Mitta took another deep breath as Cyre asked more questions.

“Curse marks...Yes, that’s where the whole rumor started. The ponies of this town were scared, something awful happened to that neighboring town. It all had to do with the curse marks.”

“But they aren’t curses, they aren’t even called curse marks, they’re cutie marks! it indicates somepony’s special talent!” Cyre protested.

“Cutie marks? Hmm, I’ve never heard them called that before, but I’d be inclined to believe it. Those marks seemed no more a curse than the mane on your head to me. But you see, our town used to trade and interact quite a bit with our sister village, and then one day that all just stopped. No pony came or went from there anymore, and the villagers here started getting worried. The council sent a small group to investigate, but all they found were ruins. The scouts asked outside travelers if they had heard what happened, and each time they got nearly the same story.

It always starts with somepony in town getting a mark on their flanks. They started performing amazing feats and skills related to the picture. Then they got another, and another, and another. Each mark made them do more crazy and death-defying feats but caused great damage to the town and its residents. Worse of all, the marks started spreading to other ponies and soon everyone was covered head to hoof in the terrible things. As the story goes, they worked and performed themselves all to death, destroying the town in the process.” Mitta halted her explanation, rubbing her eyes again with a hoof. Cyre simply sat there wide-eyed at the story.

“Our council members were horrified by the story, and so they made sure everyone in town knew about the curse marks. They made everypony fear them greatly, made sure no pony would end up with a mark on them, lest they be punished.”

“Hey, don’t judge my hair like that, it runs in my family, don’t blame me! But anyway, what happened when somepony did get a mark?” Cyre questioned.

“That really doesn’t matter.” Mitta dodged Cyre’s question, staring at the floor somberly. “Just, because of what happened and because of our digressions, because of our stupidity and fear…we angered the magics of nature itself. The forest came alive with rage and destructive forces, and her fate that night was the flame that sparked it all.”

“So then what kind of curse do you all have now?” Cyre was having trouble following all this at once. It actually hurt his head a little bit. The question made Mitta raise her head and open her eyes, this time pointing Cyre toward the window as she got to her own hooves.

“Surely you can take some guesses little one. Though you don’t look very little to me. You’ve been amongst the…others out there, the ones who brought this all on us. Can’t you see the patterns?” Mitta waited as Cyre looked outside. He saw all the party ponies eating and drinking and having fun. Starlet and Roneo were nuzzling near the well and he also spotted Grey Hoof dancing near an old record player. As far as he could tell nothing looked too out of the ordinary.

“I’m sorry but, what am I looking for exactly? Everything looks relatively normal.” Cyre asked for a hint.

“Time,” Mitta raised her voice in frustration, “Time is non-existent in this town. This party has been going on for hours right? Ponies have been eating and drinking all night right, so how come the tables are still as they were when you arrived? All the candles on the cakes haven’t even lost a drop of wax yet! You surely have talked with some of them haven’t you?”

“Well yeah,” Cyre responded.

“And what did you think about them?” Mitta pried.

“Well, most of their answers felt kind of rehearsed. Like they knew what I was gonna ask before I even asked it.”

“Almost like they’re empty inside?”

“Yeah, kind of like that!”

“That’s because they are! Those ponies out there, they’ve all had their souls stolen, taken by the curse of the Ever Free Forest. This party never ends because this curse has stolen the life of this town. We are all cursed into everlasting limbo here, reliving our last night again and again and again. Your hours pass by to us like seconds, whole years merely days; a never-ending torture.”

“But how can everything in the town look so normal then? If you all have been here for so long shouldn’t everything be crumbling and rotten? And if this is all true, how do you still have a memory?” Mitta froze up at Cyre’s question, her face looking scared. She bit her lower lip and turned her gaze toward the door.

“There’s something else at work that keeps this town untouched by time Cyre, an evil working in the darkness. I simply can’t…tell you…” Mitta seemed to be choking on her words near the end, almost as if trying to explain further would hurt her.

“Wait, but then if you are cursed like the others how do you have a memory, you don’t seem hollow inside?” Cyre pried further. Mitta looked like she turned paler than she already was.

“I…I…I really don’t know.” Tears began to well in Mitta’s eyes as she talked, “I don’t know why I still have my memory. For some reason, the curse didn’t take my mind like it did the others. Maybe it’s my own personal hell, my punishment for failing to protect her.” Mitta looked like she was about to start sobbing again, but Cyre kept pressing.

“Please, can’t you tell me more?”

“No, I can’t. I simply can’t. Please, for the sake of your friends and family, just leave.” Mitta stood and began to shoo Cyre toward the door, tears beginning to fall from her eyes.

“HEY! Wait a minute I’m not done here I still got more questions!” Cyre protested as he was pushed out into the hallway Broly followed him out.

“No Cyre, no more questions. You don’t want to know the truth lurking behind this town’s façade. Just leave. Run home, never look back, and leave us to our well-deserved fates.”

With that, Mitta slammed the door shut in Cyre's face. He angrily stomped a foot on the floor in protest sending a cloud of dust floating into the air.

“Achoaguh caugh augh!” Cyre and Broly coughed and wheezed for air as they stepped out of the dust cloud. Cyre stopped near an old photo frame just as his nose began to tingle.

“ACHOOO!”

In one massive sneeze, Cyre blew every bit of dust clean off the frame. Sniffling and wiping his nose with his sleeves he looked up at the picture he had revealed. It was a photograph of two fillies, maybe only a few years older than the CMC from the looks of it. Both were grey, but each had a different mane color, one red, and one golden blonde. Cyre immediately recognized the pair; it was Mitta and her mystery pony friend. They looked so happy in the picture, clearly they had to have been best friends. Cyre looked at the picture closer to try and get a better look at the photo. Without warning the Saiyan’s eyes suddenly lit up with light, sending Cyre falling to the floor, just as Broly caught him before he did so.

“Come quick, something happened to Gladstone!”

The familiar grey pony with a blonde mane galloped down the stairs, almost tripping in her haste as she skidded to a halt by the open door. Mitta was standing there, motioning for her to look outside. Gladstone was being led away through the town square in shackles. The grey mare looked like she wanted to run out to meet him, but Mitta held her back.

“No! You can’t interfere; they’ll try you just like him if you do…”

“What are they doing to him though? What has he done?”

“I don’t know all the details, but somepony told me he was in the clinic and that the nurse went to dress his wounds and then there was a loud scream.”

The filly grabbed Mitta on the shoulder, pointing her other hoof at Gladstone’s tail end.

“Look at his flank! What is that?”

“Oh no…I think I heard about these from somepony once. The elders call them ‘curse marks.’ Gladstone…he must have gotten cursed!”

The grey pony frowned, taking another good look at Gladstone before he was out of sight.

“I dunno…I think it looks kinda cute on him…”

“What? You can’t be serious. Who cares what it looks like? It’s a curse!”

“I’m just saying, I don’t think I buy it. Why would something that looks so innocent be cursed? I’m going to go find out what is going on here.”

“No! You can’t do that! If they catch you I’m not going to stop them.”

“Then that’s your decision. But I’m still going regardless. I have to find out…”

With that the mare shrugged off her friend and trotted out into the street. Many ponies littered the path, all trying to get a glimpse of what was going on. The grey mare used this to her advantage and weaved back and forth through the crowd. She felt it necessary to be discrete; the ponies pulling Gladstone might not like having some pony following them. A nearby colt bumped into her, making her stumble, her golden mane falling into her eyes.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

No response, no apology, her mind was focused on more important things. All around her, she heard the rising voices of townsponies as the procession pushed through town.

“They say it all happened at the old well last night…”

“…I heard it happened after he went to the clinic.”

“What’s wrong with that pony mommy?”

“Don’t look he’s cursed, you’ll be cursed too!”

The mare snorted as she trotted by the last gossiper, she didn’t believe in any of these rumors or claims. The crowds began to thin as Gladstone was led to the cabin near the edge of town. The captors and prisoner entered and locked the door, leaving the grey pony outside in the dark of the night. A moment of doubt passed her as she contemplated spying on them, but something in her gut pressed her on. The mare snuck behind the house and climbed up onto a box to peer through the window.

The mare saw many ponies standing inside the cabin. She tried to listen against the glass but they spoke in hushed voices. Gladstone was still chained near the fire while six others stared at him in the shadows. They talked amongst themselves and then asked something to Gladstone. He seemed distressed and confused.

A moment later another grey pony, a colt, struck Gladstone across the face with his hoof. He was yelling something but the ruckus garbled it. She strained to see what was happening inside, the burning fire the only light source in the whole house.

A drop of light rose from the fireplace, bouncing along in the air. She thought she saw metal in the grey colt’s mouth, deducing he was holding a fire-poker.

“AHHhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

Gladstone wailed in pain as the hot poker pressed against his flank. The mare gasped as smoke rose off the charred flesh of the poor colt’s flanks. Gladstone buckled to the floor from the pain. The mare shrank away from the mirror, horrified at this gruesome display. Her thoughts raced, what was going on inside, what exactly had she stumbled into? She needed to warn ponies, needed to tell others what was going on. Suddenly a flash of light shone bright behind her, startling her and sending her tumbling to the ground with a thud. Through blurred vision, she saw somepony standing over her and he was shouting something.

Cyre’s head was spinning, his vision slowly returning as he stood to his knees. As the saiyan regained consciousness he was surprised to find himself standing outside next to Broly. His head hurt and there was a dry taste in his mouth, had he been running? Up till now, he hadn’t budged while having these memories, this time though he seemed to have traveled quite a bit while unconscious. Cautiously he felt his chest and head with his right hand; that last memory felt so vivid he could have sworn he had taken the blonde pony’s place.

He looked around her new surroundings, familiarity taking hold of him as he realized he was where his recent recall had taken her. Some of the scenery had changed, but the general area looked all too familiar. In front of him sat a dirt path leading through a line of trees. The opening was shrouded in darkness. He looked back to the thicker parts of town, the party still raged behind him.

Yet, this part of the town he now stood in lay oddly still. Cyre knew his chase was nearing its end. The Saiyan puffed out his chest, steeled his nerves, and stepped into the dark woods once more with Broly. Cyre would question how he and Broly got here later when he got around to it. He really hoped it didn’t involve a muffin button...

The shadows of the trees engulfed Them as they followed the path into the woods. The glow from the town’s lanterns illuminated the exit he had taken, but the rest of the thicket was dark. Only sparse illumination from the moon above managed to pierce the canopy in places. Cyre and Broly trotted forward carefully, trying not to lose the path in front of them. Soon the glow from the town had vanished in the distance and the Saiyan’s whole world became shadows.

Suddenly, a flicker of golden light zipped between some trees in the distance. Both Saiyans stopped dead, scanning the trees and listening, preparing for a fight. In the far-off distance, they could just barely hear soft laughter.

… … Heheh… C’mon slow poke...

The golden light shot past Them both, flying deeper into the woods. The Saiyans instantly sprinted after it, swerving around corners and jumping over roots in her way. It wasn’t very difficult, considering their massive amount of training. They kept seeing glimpses of their culprit, but couldn’t seem to catch up.

Keep going … … You’re almost there!

It almost sounded like a taunt. This drove Both saiyans to go super saiyan. They rounded another line of trees, skidding to a halt as their path ended. In front of them sat a large cabin nestled between the trees.

All signs of the ghost seemed to have vanished as Cyre and Broly powered down and crept up to the house. It looked like it was abandoned, but as he approached Cyre detected a faint light coming from within.

The windows were shuttered and Cyre surprisingly couldn’t see through them. He tried the door…locked. How was he supposed to get inside? Cyre simply pulled the door off its hinges, threw it into the woods, and walked inside with a smirk on his face.

...what? Don’t look at me like that, did you really expect him to find another way of opening the door? I mean seriously...

Empty. The entire house was empty. No pony was home, not even ghost ponies. The old floorboards groaned under both of the Saiyan’s weights, the entire place was coated with layers upon layers of dust. The only remarkable thing to speak of was at the back of the room; a fireplace, fully lit and crackling.

Cyre sighed, coughing as he accidentally inhaled some dust. After all this time…a dead-end? Really? He walked over to the fireplace and sat in front of it, thinking to herself.

“Nothing. All this for nothing. I thought for sure I was gonna find the answer in here. But nothing…nothing but this fire… I’m missing something here, but what is it? Something about all this isn’t adding up. Clearly, something happened to that mystery pony, no doubt she got her cutie mark. But what did they do to her? Nothing good I presume, seeing as they tried to burn somepony’s ass trying to get rid of one. What do you think Broly?” Broly shook his head, he honestly didn’t know what was going on either. Cyre decided it would be best to meditate. He did that pretty often, and it usually cleared his head.

Cyre sat upright and got into position as his eyes fell upon the fire. The logs inside looked like they had been sitting there a long time, longer than they had any right to be.

Underneath, wedged within the hearth, was something white. Cyre leaned in closer, the heat of the flames making his brow sweat. It didn’t make him falter though, he’s been hit with way hotter beam attacks. There were a lot of these white things, and they looked like they made some kind of shape. Cyre stared at them, realization slowly creeping over him. The whole fireplace was filled with bones! His heart quickened, the beating amplified by the stillness of the house as she was lost to the darkness again. Broly went to see what was wrong, but he also fell to the same fate.

Cyre’s eyes slid open. An orange glow flickered to his right as she looked around. She felt her gaze slip to her hooves. wait, hooves? He seemed to be in the body of a pony now! That’s very creepy! The soft grey of his coat was marred by the ugly brown rope that hog-tied him. He tried to speak, but his voice was muffled by a rag tied to her mouth. His vision went wild, searching for some kind of help as strands of her blonde mane fell into his eyes. Through his bangs, he could spot shadowed figures standing across the room. They were all looking at him.

“This can’t be happening. First Gladstone, now this one…It’s only a matter of time before the whole town ends up like these two. We need to find a way to stop these marks from spreading.”

“Well it seems these marks can’t simply be burned off. Our watch who spotted her said this mark appeared on her just moments ago.”

“It’s a curse after all, remember our scout’s stories? Maybe it sensed our intentions to destroy it and jumped from Gladstone to her. If this curse can multiply it could jeopardize the whole town…It could even infect one of us if we don’t stop it soon.”

he saw them all shiver at this notion. One of them walked over to a table. Panic stricken he wiggled her hooves again, trying desperately to free his knots. His mind raced with fear. He would not be worried in the slightest if he was in his Saiyan body, but that currently wasn’t the case.

“Then it seems we don’t have any more options gentlecolts…we’ll have to stop it right here, right now.”

“And how do you expect to do that Grey Hoof? We don’t have any unicorns in our town to remove the magic.”

“I expect that we shall just have to remove it directly from the source then…”

he watched as the stallion grabbed hold of something in his teeth.

“Grey Hoof, you don’t honestly intend to—”

“—can you think of any other way? Because I can’t…and we’re running out of time!”

He watched as the other ponies regarded their options, all nodding in unison after a time.

“…Make it quick…”

A flash of silver light caught his eyes as Grey Hoof took a step closer. He tried to plead with them, but could only manage muffled screams. Tears streamed down his face as the object drew close. His heart raced, panic gripping him at what was coming. He closed his eyes, whimpering and praying with all her soul.

It was quick, but the pain that accompanied was unimaginable. His vision was fading as he felt sticky liquid pouring out of him. He managed a gurgled scream, but it served no purpose, it was already too late. He could feel his lungs pull in one last breath, trying in vain to hang on.

“…Please, forgive these dark acts we’ve done…”

“NOOOOOoooooo!”

Cyre screamed and clambered to his feet as the memory wrenched itself from him. Franticly his hands went right for his neck, expecting a giant hole. His breathing was labored and deep and his heart raced faster than it ever had before. He tried to look away from the bones, but his eyes refused to move. All he could see was the red of the fire, the burning lies, and the poor pony that’d been murdered in this edifice. His little game of detective had taken a hideous turn, and Cyre wanted desperately to stop playing, wanting nothing more than to leave this town. It was finally at this point that he realized he was in super Saiyan god form, but he honestly couldn’t be very surprised. He looked over to Broly and saw him in his wrathful form. From the looks of it, he had the same vision.

“They... killed her... just because she earned a cutie mark... THOSE BASTARDS!!! I’LL MAKE THEM PAY! I’LL MAKE ALL OF THEM PAY!” Cyre then fell to the floor in anger and sadness. Now he understood why Mitta was so resistant to talk. The pony who had died was her friend.

Cyre walked over to Broly and nodded, while Broly nodded back. It was official, they were leaving right now. But first, they would find Mitta and the mystery pony, and save them before leaving. Mitta didn’t deserve any of this, and neither did that mystery pony. And after they do save them... he’d blow up this forsaken town to HIFL.