There was blackness, a loud ringing pierced his ears, he was spinning, the world was on a spinning top to him. He could feel pins and needles throughout his body, his consciousness returning to him ever so slowly as his breathing remained at a slow pace. He tried opening his eyes, but to him they felt as though there were heavier than barbells.

"Got to remain calm," he thought to himself, "I am still alive, and conscious, so thats a step in the right direction." It wasn't for another few seconds before he could feel his awareness returning to him completely, remembering the last things he saw before everything went black, "You were talking to the waiter and the young couple, then suddenly the bug started flashing... was it a bug? It doesn't matter now, Blueblood, you need to make sure everypony else is fine."

He tried to open his eyes again, but his strength was no better than a newborn's, unable to to move his own weight made him panic slightly. He continued to breath through his nose, "I... I can't even move," his thoughts were the only voice he could hear amongst the sound of glass falling and breaking around him, "I think I'm still in the restaurant."

It took a few seconds of breathing, waiting for life to return to the rest of his body before beginning to muster the strength to open his eyes. The prince focused all of his power he had in him towards simply moving his eyelids upwards, and he could feel them barely moving which gave him hope. Eventually, he had spent all of his energy on one small movement, it was quite pathetic to him that he had become this weak but his attempt was successful.

The prince's eyelids slowly moved open, the brightness of the room tempting him to shut them and return to the comfortable darkness but the prince pressed on. He continued to open his eyes, allowing the light to pour in and the ringing in his ears to continue. Suddenly, extremely muffled voices were heard behind him, causing him to freeze in fear.

To Blueblood, the voices were not of any creature he had heard before, and the language was beyond unrecognizable while his brain was still readjusting to reality.

"Mwwwm mwmmm mwommm mmmmwmm," was all that the deep thunderous voice was saying at first, but as time carried on, the mumbling slowly began to turn to words. Although the language wasn't hoovian, the prince decided to remember as best as he could what the mysterious voice behind him was saying, almost as though he were recording it, "Ubi est ille?"

The voice haunted Blueblood, either he was scared to the bone by the voice or his spine was beginning to regain sensation, a chill traveled down the unicorn's back as the ominous voice continued, "Mawak to avi, sav omadi. Tes drovocati yun en ty, brador. Mos erit vordi."

As the voice spoke, it became apparent that Blueblood, along with what he assumed to be everypony else, had been paralyzed by a spell he had never encountered before. His eyes continued to readjust to the piece of glass that lay propped against the table in front of him, looking at the reflected image of a destroyed wall with a large dark figure standing in front. He studied the figure, memorizing all the details in case he was questioned later.

The creature appeared to stand at three times the height of a normal pony, and at twice the height of Princess Celestia. Its body was black from head to toe, but showed slight resemblance to Anthro, the only difference was in the bulkiness of its limbs and lack of pigmentation.

Through the reflection he continued to watch it, the unknown beast turned around as it held a pony in its arms only to have it dropped like a rag doll. Its face struck fear in Blueblood's heart, because unlike Anthro this creature had only one glowing red eyes on a face as smooth as glass and as black as obsidian.

The creature turned its piercing gaze towards the open hole in the wall as it silently rumbled in its thunderous voice, "Redia yo, amaniona, queo prapre sim. Dia Gami."

Suddenly, it was impossible for the prince to keep his eyes open, his body weakened as he watched the creature pull out a small greyish ball that hummed loudly. Before he knew it, he had fallen unconscious once more.

Author's Note

Edit: There I changed the language to gibberish.
So this chapter was extremely short but it was meant to be an experiment in creating dialogue for a language that we aren't supposed to understand. Anyways prepare your anuses for when the sh*t really hits the fan.

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