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02/26/11(Sat)13:46 No.23829305>>23829287 She basked in the memories, welcoming them as they showered her mind. The things she had done here, all of the things, rushed back to her conscious, and the images that popped into her head sent her blood rushing, pushed by her ever increasing heart, and gushing around her body. She looked at the things hung by rusted nails on the gloomy walls lit only by a single candle hung next to the door, looked to her memories, the only ones to know her truly. They were all there. The baker from Dean street, who was never really good at baking. The singer that she had met in the woods, traveling around Equestria, trying to find work, but turned away by every talent scout and agent she could find. These were her memories, the ones who knew her, who knew what she had gone through. "Miss Luna.... Please.... Let me go...." The words startled her, coming from the other pony. She slowly turned around, and looked upon her once more. Her grey coat, her soft blonde mane, her cutie mark, a few bubbles, and her beautiful and clean wings. She looked upon this grey pegasus who had felt ridicule, felt sorrow, felt the stinging eyes of every other pony as they glared at her. She smiled slowly, a grin seeming to write itself across her face. "No."
"Please, ma'am, please let me go! I don't belong here, whatever I did! I swear, if I ever did you wrong, I am so sorry!" "Again, your answer is no. You cannot leave. Not yet. Soon, though..." "Really? You will let me go? Oh thank you, miss Luna! I swear I won't tell anyone, I swear!" "I'm quite sure of that, my dear. Quite sure." Luna smiled, and swung the table around, so the pony's hoofs were facing the center of the dark, candle lit room. She grabbed a few levers on the pivoting base, and the table swung forwards, until the pony on it was suspended straight up. The enchanted black string holding her there pulled against her wrists and ankles, biting into her flesh. |