I place my hoof around my cutie mark, a bow and arrow, and being to twirl it. I glance at the three sitting down. I frown and realize what is to become. I am going to die.

My mind begins to freak out and I start to go crazy. I begin to yell and I run into a room that has the sign of a filly. I slam the door behind myself and jump onto the sleeping pad. It is soft and very comforting. Now is the time to be weak. I begin to weep because I know that I will NEVER get to see my friends or family ever again.

The sound of a knock awakens me. I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep.

"Come on my little pony," I hear the sound of Elkie, "food is ready." He stand up on my hooves and trot to the door. I unlock it with my mouth and push it open with my snout. I walk over to a table where the three other ponies are sitting. There are servant ponies everywhere, but they wear suits that cover their cutie marks. Maybe the Stable doesn't want us to know the strength of any of the servants.

I sit down and wait for everypony to begin a conversation. I begin to eat as the other ponies start a conversation.

I listen in.

"So," Elkie begins, "how do you like the excellent selection of food!" She looks around for our approval. I ignore it and let Eata answer it.

"I-It is nice," Eata replies, "thank you." Elkie smiles and nods.

"Atleast some ponies have manners," Elkie throws in. She is really starting to annoy me. Her Stable accent and positive mood, knowing that we'll both die, makes me frustrated. I begin to nibble on my food like a pig to annoy her. She looks at me and frowns.

I finish my food and head for my room. Half way there, Haymich interupts my path.

"So you two really think that you will survive?" he asks in a drunken tone. I stare at him as Eata walks up.

"No," Eata says, "because of you!" Haymich frowns and raises his hoof. He brings it down on Eata's snout, leaving a black swollen mark. I jump infront of Eata to protect him.

Haymich's eyebrows raise. He suddenly becomes serious, but not sober.

"So what skills do you foals have?" he asks. I grab a knife from the table and throw it at the wall. It lodges into the wall perfectly; making me seem better than I actually am. He laughs and nods in approval. "Any more?" he asks.

I show him my cutie mark and he laughs. "How about you, dough pony?" he jokes.

"Unless you count baking as a skill," Eata replies, "then no." Haymich stares us both down.

"If you two do exactly, and I mean exactly what I say," he starts, "than I will stay sober enough to help you two." His cutie mark seems to be a exclamation mark. It should be a bottle of apple cider.

I put my hoof out for him to shake it. He puts his out and we shake hooves. We nod and I go to my room. I click the door shut and grunt a sound of sadness. I stroll into the bathroom. It has a shower in it. We never had showers or baths in out districts.

I look over the different options. Various ones like: warm, cold, medium, semi-hot, and stuff like that. It took me about 20 minutes to set the right temperature. Finally it was warm enough to stay in. I began to wash all of the coal dust off of me. It felt so great! I wash my hooves and snout. I press another button with my snout. An assortment of different smelling liquids squirt out onto my mane. I begin to wash it off.

I finally finish my shower and turn it off. Suddenly the change of food makes me vomit all over myself and the shower. I hop back in and take another one to clean my mane and fur.

I leave the bathroom with a robe. I dry myself off. I drop the robe to the floor and crawl into bed. I am so tired that I don't even remember falling asleep.

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