Zecora opened her eyes, the wind blowing against her face, as she struggled to get up from the tall bushy grass, tickling her legs as she slowly descended. Off into the distance, she saw what looked like her homeland, as Peaceful as ever, she felt the urge to run to it, but he legs were too weak, she already a tough of enough time walking. She decided to slowly and carefully trot to the village in the distance. The playful echoes of the laughing fillies in the village got louder and louder the closer she got to the village. As she walked, the entirety of the village unfolded itself to her.

She could see the little cots standing peacefully in a luscious field of grass, as the little fillies of the village chased each other, laughung all the while. The adults were hard at work, harvesting the crops for the next month. Zecora could see some work-free adults playing with the fillies, laughing just as hard as the little ones. She could see some of the older fillies getting inducted into adulthood, with the mares getting tribal piercings, and the colts going on their first hunt. Overall, the image of the village made her feel at piece.

But when Zecora finally made it to the village, all was not calm. The laughing stopped as soon as she made it to the village, and it was replaced by stone-cold silence. The sun disappeared into oblivion as darkness took its place. The ponies in the village stopped in thier tracks, as zecora noticed a look on their face, a look of fear. The villagers tried to move, but they couldn't. They struggled, as the motionless fillies were reduced to tears. Soon, there was laughter in the air again. But it was not from the fillies, it was HIS laughter.

Zecora watched as each of the villagers were swallowed whole by the darkness, each returning as a minion of the legendary god of darkness, the shadow. Each of the villagers eyes went red as they turned to Zecora, wicked smiles on there faces, as there laughter got louder and louder, almost turning the herbalists eardrums to mush. She tried to run, but as soon as she tried, she fell straight on the ground, and found that as hard as she could, she couldn't stand up. As they surrounded her, she tried to scream but she couldn't. Her voice was gone. They took it. Why, she didn't know.

Soon, she found herself surrounded in nothing but darkness, as the laughter filled the air, physically hurting her, with her not being able to do anything about it. Tears filled her eyes, as she was aware that her situation had not stopped getting worse. Soon, she started to see visions, visions of seperate ponies getting killed, tortuled and rape. All the visions happened all at once, and they wouldn't stop. Soon, she found that she was feeling each and every ponies pain for herself, and she was stuck, unable to move. She couldn't scream for help, she couldn't do anything but take her torture, silently wishing for it to stop. She lay their, crying, silently wishing for help, and losing all hope for escape. And then, a voice penetrated the air, even louder than the laughs that were there just to torture here. The voice said one thing and only, and it was enough to make things much worse.

"Welcome to hell"

Author's Note

Kind of short, yes. If there is any suggestions, give them to me. Otherwise, enjoy.