I woke up in a cold, grey room. The walls were thick with concrete, and the only exit was a large, heavy iron door. I noticed a small crack in the wall, and could hear heavy breathing. I whispered into it, and I got an answer. It was a quiet "hello?" I'd never heared this pony's voice before. I didn't know what to say, so I forced myself to say "Hey."

"Who is this?" the voice spoke quietly, it sounded female, and scared. "Appletini," I said in the most comforting voice I could, knowing the situation, "my name is Appletini. What's yours?" The voice let out a very quiet squeak that I couldn't hear. "Come again?" I said, hoping that the voice didn't pass out. "Fluttershy" she said at last. My heart sunk, I've heard of Fluttershy. Everyone told me she had died when the war started, when a lot of ponies disappeared, the same time Applejack disappeared. I stood there, speechless, I couldn't say anything. Eather could Fluttershy, all I heared were her hooves gently sliding against the ground.

"Quiet in there!" I heared a loud, husky voice say, "or we'll have to use force." I heared a whip, and was startled by the loud crack. All I could do is sit there, and think. I've been known for my cleverness, and I thought up a plan to escape. I had to spark up a conversation with Fluttershy. "Hey, I have a plan." I heared Fluttershy give a quiet "mhm" and she leaned in on the crack in the wall. "I'm going to make loud noises, to try and get the guards' attention." I began cackling really loudly. I heared a guard yell "HEY! Quiet in there!" I got louder, and finally the iron door opened, revealing a large pony that has been hired by the dragons to act as a guard. I was pulled out of my cell, and carried.

I was taken throughout the prison, going past the closed cells, where ponies had just been captured, passed open cells, where ponies that have been there for a while. A few ponies stood out in my mind as we walked by. I saw a pink pony that had a straight mane, looking at the ground and crying. I saw another pony that had cyan fur, and a rainbow mane, who's wings had been injured and tied on their back. I saw a purple pony, with a purple striped mane, who just sat there, eyes closed, breathing sadly. And lastly, Lemon Wedge, who looked like he'd seen things that he'd never want to talk about.