Hello everybody, JollyJape here. My first chapter seemed to get a lot of positive feedback, so I'm going to continue writing! None of the characters in this story, except for my OCs, are owned by me. The franchise of My Little Pony: Friendship is magic is property of Hasbro. Anyways, onwards!

I can't remember the last time I slept. It was definitely before the accident, I know that. Before my eyes went, and my name was sullied. Of course, when you show magic in the forest, they hate you for it.

"Stand up straight, Scum!" The guard shouts in my ear, and I flinch at his voice. I force myself to stiffen, trying to ignore the pain in my joints, the shackles rubbing on my legs. I'm not the only one in this cage. Because despite my eyes, I can still see.

I can feel, I can sense, the people around me. The bright, pale blue sparkles of my fellow prisoner, and the dirty yellow of the guard. It's an odd feeling, to be able to see like this. As I look up, I can see the orange mark of the judge. Commander Applejack, the unwholesome bitch.

And of course I'm sentenced to death, I wouldn't expect any less for my 'crimes'. The years I spent in service to the Everfree troops, what does that matter when a simple accident makes me a criminal. Bastards, the whole lot of them. At least they had the decency to cover my eyes in cloth. Makes it easier to bare. But only slightly.

Now Lady Fluttershy is pleading with the commander. I shouldn't be able to hear them but who cares? She's wishing for my second chance, reminding her how the forest is magical as well. The pale yellow smudge is sitting behind the orange, the two colours mingling together. She's pleading for me to stay alive, yet in servitude to her. Celestia bless her, she's trying hard.

They've agreed on the terms of my sentence. I shall remain a prisoner, tending to the forest and the animals. It's better than most, I guess. The other prisoner, he's been sentenced to forced labour. Lucky bastard. I only got spared because I'm crippled, because of my eyes. Because the magical blast that destroyed my home and killed three others, took my eyes.

But I can still see. I can still see the area around me, the pale grey blockage of the stone at my feet, the darker grey of the metal bars, the yellow shape of Lady Fluttershy walking towards me. She's speaking to me, demanding I follow her. I don't respond, I won't give them that privilege. I still follow, though. No point in staying. Nothing left to see.