A loud ringing pierced Lyra's ears as blackness filled her vision, it felt as though she had suddenly woken up from a dream to the noise of a crime scene. Her head hurt as though she had jumped from a diving board into an empty pool, her body felt as though it gained several hundred pounds as she was unable to move a single limb. "Alright, Lyra, stay calm." She spoke to herself to reassure that she was in fact alive, "Let's just figure out what's going on..."

Lyra made her first attempt to open her eyes, but was met with nothing. Her eyelids weighed more than her, it seemed, like a limb that had been slept on and had no circulation. Breathing calmly, she made her second attempt to open here eyes, this time with a little success.

As she cracked her eyelids open, the blinding light that filled her gaze tempted her to give up, the blurriness of her vision made it less rewarding to her. Slowly, though, her vision began adjusting as her eyes opened wider and wider, slowly taking in what was going on around her.

After what felt like too long, the unicorn finally had her eyes open and was staring at the wreckage in front of her. Piles of rubble had fallen around her, the dust causing her to choke slightly. She tried moving her head, but a sudden shock of pain swept through her and forced her to lay back down. She took another calm breath, "Okay so it looks like I'm caught in a bit of wreckage. At least I'm alive, thank goodness. Lyra scanned the area around her, looking up to see the large chunk of wall that must have been knocked to the ground as well as a small fleet of royal guards that cautiously hovered at a distance.

Lyra watched as they hovered, making no move to come closer and look for survivors, she wanted to scream, but all she could muster was a faint, "H...Help!" She could barely feel tears welling in her eyes, she had a strong doubt in her mind that she would ever be heard. To her, it appeared as though they had already swept the area and she wasn't rescued.

It seemed her luck had turned for the better, though, for one of the guards must have heard her. She watched with hope as the guard turned to the others as he exclaimed, "I think I heard another survivor!"

"Eclipse! No!" Another larger pegasus barked as the first pegasus began flying in her direction. Confused as to why a superior would deny the rescuing of a survivor, she watched in hopeful joy as the smaller pegasus ignored his order for the greater good as he flew to rescue her.

Suddenly, her heart sank as he passed beyond the crumbled walls, she watched as he somehow lost the ability to fly and crashed near her. She could hear him shout back to his commanding officer, "I can't move, sir. I'm paralyzed!"

Another voice rang out from elsewhere, "How are we going to get out of this?" To Lyra, the voice sounded familiar, it sounded like Rainbow Dash's.

It became clear to Lyra what had taken place, "Okay, stay calm, what probably happened was an attack from the changelings. They probably cast a spell that disables movement, I think magic as well.

Lyra listened as Twilight spoke up nearby, "If my guess is correct, this spell only affects ponies. Spike, are you there?"

The small purple dragon exclaimed, "I tried saving Rarity but she's... she's..."

"She's not dead," Twilight began, "she's just unconscious. Spike... can you move?"

The young dragon coughed, "Yeah... yeah I can!"

"Good, follow my voice!"

It took a couple of seconds before Spike found her, "Okay," he began, "now what?"

Twilight coughed hard, it sounded like she was trying to get rid of her lungs, "I need you to find all the survivors in here, move them away from the building. The spell seems to have a proximity that matches the restaurant, if you can"

Another voice interrupted Twilight, the voice was that of Blueblood's as he shouted for the dragon's attention, "Oh great! Dragon, come here!"

Applejack shouted back, "Hey! Y'all aren't more important than us, just bec"

"JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" Blueblood barked in anger. When silence had filled the room for a solid five seconds, Lyra listened as Blueblood spoke in a calmer voice, "Spike... I need you to come here, there is a small silver ball that is causing this. Pick it up, and move it elsewhere. Throw it into the forest actually. Once that is done, we'll regain our ability to walk."

Silence once again filled the room, Lyra calmly waited as Spike walked over to where Blueblood was, she listened to the sound of the small dragon picking up an object before running out of the restaurant. The ear-piercing ring slowly began to fade away with the purple dragon as he ran further into the forest.

As Lyra lay in the rubble, she wondered how far Spike would need to run before she could regain her ability to move, if what the Prince said was true. Something seemed off though, because she could hear the sound of others getting up and groaning in pain as they helped others up.

Lyra once again made an attempt to move her arms, but felt nothing, she could only move her neck. Taking a deep breath, she turned to look behind her only to begin crying. As she lay in the rubble, and as others regained their ability to walk, she remained stuck as her heart sank. A tear slowly trickled down her cheek as she shouted in a shaky voice, "Someone... anyone... for the love of peace help me!"

She cried, she was stuck, she couldn't move, it seemed fate was mocking her by letting all the others go but her. She shouted again, "Help me!" Her voice pained her, but considering her situation she would rather feel pain than nothing at all.

Suddenly, a fleet of guards and nurses began to hurry into the scene, running to all the others that were stuck like her. One nurse finally made eye contact with her, and tears began filling her eyes as she called out to the guards, "I need an air lift. This one's in bad condition."

A couple of big, muscular pegasi flew to the nurse's side as she ordered, and pointed to behind Lyra, "Help her out!"

Lyra began to stammer, "What's... am.... are you... am I going to live?"

The nurse, shaken up by the night, reached into her saddlebag and pulled out a small gas tank and breathing mask as she said, "Just breath slowly, everything is going to be fine."

The mouthpiece was incredibly cold on her cheeks, it was clear to her that the gas that she began breathing was definitely not oxygen as her vision began to fade once more. Sounds slowly began to muffle out as her vision narrowed, and the last thing she could hear clearly was the nurse shouting, "Get that support beam off her spine..." She didn't hear the last part, and she didn't need to.

Author's Note

Sorry about the wait, college is a busy life for me these days. If you go to Algonquin College in Ottawa, Ontario, try and find me and say hi.