Friendship Is Magic

Grant

It seems so long ago. A month ago. A year ago. A lifetime ago.

It was only last week before the Anti-Social Squad had broken up everything. (Hehe... A.S.S.) Their new order spread out like a wildfire. Our parents were the first to realize their total bullshit; They were executed for acts of treason the following day.

They destroyed everything: Books, Television, Instruments, Music, anything to do with anything. Even books following their new order were destroyed. Even school seemed better than this, at least we were safe!

Nobody knows that, not even us until recently, my sister and I can perform magic. Our magic runs on pure emotion, but due to the A.S.S., everybody is either on the opposite side, or has lost all hope. Everybody... Except Bronies.

So much has happened in a "week". All of our friends have been murdered for the same reason of our parents. I still faintly remember playing on my old XBox, not knowing what I had. The saying is true: You never know what you have until you've lost it.

I used to think that Bronies were no-life faggots who watch this show just so they can grow a half-inch boner, but now I know that's even more bullshit than the A.S.S. itself. Love & Tolerate.

They managed to hold onto their toys, books, (Did I mention it's 2015? No? Well.. Now you know) some guy even hold on to DVD's and a television. (Luckily, the A.S.S. needs electricity as much as we do)

I was reluctant at first, but the show is actually good! The animation, voicing, down to the innocent witty joke.

Anyways, I digress. Straight to the present, shall we?

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Oh shit, oh shit, oh SHIT!

How could I let something like this happen?

"Excuse me," I hurriedly urged a man next to me. "Where is the execution taking place?"

"Why, at the Anti-Social Squad court, of course," He turns to me, then squints. "Where have I seen your face before?"

I snap my fingers in his face, (Amnesia is always helpful) and sprint as fast as I can to the A.S.S. court.

But it had already started.

"Any last words, you whore?" A man yells my sister. She's wearing a robe with a hood.

Silence. Strange, I've never known Annie to give up so quickly...

"None? Then off with her head!"

Then the most horrific thing happens. They kick her down, and someone pulls out a gun. I turn away, unable to bear this sight.

BOOM

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I've never been a person to cry. When they were alive, my parents even told me that I didn't cry when I was born, I just

looked at them with beady eyes and smiled.

This event, however, was breaking me. My parents, friends, and my last chance at a girlfriend have died, and now...

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BOOM

Hot tears stream down my face, my cuts burning from the salt. Then, water pours down in a summer afternoon. Funny, there weren't any clouds a moment ago. My sister loves rain, and might as well have done this herself.

Wait... that's right, she can do that!

Annie

My execution was scheduled today. Heh. To be honest, I'm a bit flattered at my fame now.

I focus on the scene. Someone is hooded, kneeling where I'm supposed to be murdered. Why? I can take care of myself. I freeze the skinny guy holding a gun, and bolt up, leaving a trail water on the floor, but she's already dead...

I use water to move me up. I see my bother fly to me with wings of fire.

"What. The. Fuck. Annie. YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!"

I shrug, and we fly to our last place to stay safe, making sure no one is following us. We land, and are immediately greeted to the Brony Squad. (B.S. I swear Grant and I aren't the only ones who find these names hilarious)

"Hey there Hermione and Harry!" Jordan calls out. Hermione and Harry is his nickname for me and Grant. I wouldn't get the reference: I've never watched any Harry Potter movies, or read any of the books.

"Sup, Sparklez." Grant replies. Apparently, there was a famous YouTuber named CaptainSparklez, (Would you believe that that was supposed to be auto-corrected to Semitransparent?) whose name was Jordan.

"Did you get the last piece?" Jordan asks me. I nod, and pull out the shiny, dark purple rock.

"What's it for?" Grant asks. Jordan slides it into a slot, and nods at me.

"Alright Grant," I explain. "I need you to burn this piece right here," I gesture to a piece of obsidian.

He raises an eyebrow and does what I say. Like magic, a burst of purple swirls around inside the portal.

"To the Nether!" Jordan exclaims, and the Bronies roar in approval.

According to some people have playing Minecraft, the Nether is hell, quite litterally, but anything is better than this new order. Excited, I'm the first to jump through the portal.

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It definitely does look like hell, but not as you'd expect. There was no devil, no floating white octopi flying around spitting fire at you. There weren't even any zombie pigmen like they said!

The others make it through the portal. As soon as the last Brony makes it through, Jordan somehow smashes the purple portal, leaving an O of obsidian.

"Jordan WHAT THE HELL!?" Grant shouts.

"Chill out, lil' bro, you can reignite it, right?" I explain.

"Oh... What are we doing here?" He asks

"There's a fortress here somewhere. If I'm right, there are other humans here who have been living here from other dimensions. We should find them, and see if they have any ideas for beating the A.S.S." Jordan draws out.

"Seems like a plan to me!" I exclaim.

"Right, we're going in three groups: Pegasi, Unicorns, and Earth. I'll be the leader of Earth, Harry, your the leader of Pegasi, and Hermione, Unicorn. Clear?"

"Wait, hold on... Unicorn, Pega- wha?"

"After fiddling around, I found some others with talents. Some of the Bronies here are Avians and a tiny bit are Magicians. Clear?" He repeats.

"Clear!" My brother and I respond. This is going to be real fun.