"Run, Sweetie Belle!"

"I am running!"

"There's no time for talk! Just keep moving!"

Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo nodded to each other and continued to run as fast as their hooves and wings could carry them. The Everfree was not the place for fillies their age to be, but this time was an exception.

Going into the Everfree meant survival. Three months ago, the Caribou Stonehooves, under Dainn, had invaded Equestria in a savage, brutal attack. Everywhere the Caribou went, slavery and depravity followed. Manehattan, Las Pegasus, even Canterlot had crumbled under the Caribou onslaught. The Royal Sisters had been subjugated into Dainn's concubines, and Cadance and Shining Armor were brainwashed by the reshaped Crystal Heart.

Until a week ago, the only safe haven was Ponyville, and Twilight Sparkle. Until the Caribou launched a secret attack that had overwhelmed Ponyville's defenses. Twilight had realized her time had come, so she have given the three fillies an important mission.

Take the Element of Magic and head to the Castle of the Royal Sisters.

Twilight had moved the Mirror Portal there, knowing how the Stonehooves would use such an artifact. She had enchanted it to send the three of them to another world, far from Equestria. Once it was done, it would destroy itself to prevent the Caribou from using it.

The plan was sound, however getting there was the problem. The fillies knew they had no time whatsoever to waste, and every moment brought them closer to the Caribou's iron grasp.

"There's the portal!" Applebloom cried. "C'mon!"

As the three fillies entered and crossed the rope bridge, Applebloom hastily bucked the supports. As the bridge collapsed, they ran into the castle itself and closed the ancient gates.

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"Okay, take a breather." Scootaloo said. "The Caribou can't be far behind."

"They're onto us, that's for sure." Sweetie Belle replied. "Where's the portal?"

"Twilight said it was in the library." Applebloom said. "Remember, we only get one shot at this."

The three of them nodded and sprinted to the library, and there sat the mirror portal. As Sweetie powered it up, Applebloom sent up a silent prayer to whatever god was listening.

"Let's go!" Sweetie said. As the three of them reluctantly jumped into the swirling vortex, it closed behind them. The mirror then cracked and shattered into a million pieces, closing it forever.

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As Twilight Sparkle was forced to the ground by Caribou warriors, she didn't put up much resistance as they bound her tightly. She smiled inwardly, knowing that the Cutie Mark Crusaders had succeeded.

She just knew it. As she was dragged away and chained to her bed, King Dainn himself surveyed the captured town.

"My King." a warrior said. "We have captured the town and are subjugating the females as we speak."

"Good." the King replied.

"There is one small complication."

"What?" Dainn asked, curious.

"During the attack, we believe three young females escaped into the forest. Shall we go after them?"

"No." Dainn said. "They will starve soon enough. Where is Twilight Sparkle?"

"On her bed, sire." the warrior said. "She is ready for your gift."

"Good." Dainn said, licking his lips in anticipation. "I will enjoy this thoroughly. I am not to be disturbed."

As Dainn entered Twilight's Castle, the captured citizens could only cry and lay in anguish at the ensuing screams.

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Northern France, Europe
July, 1944

Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo rolled to a stop and looked around apprehensively. They were in a boreal forest, and from what they could tell, they were safe.

"Where are we?" Sweetie Belle asked, clutching the Element of Magic.

"I don't know." Scootaloo replied. "But we should get moving, and find out who lives here."

As the three fillies set out, Sweetie Belle seared a small line in an old tree to mark their location.

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The three fillies found themselves to be lost within an hour's time. Sweetie's magic reserve had run out about ten minutes ago, and if the thunder in the distance was any indication, they would need to find shelter soon.

"I'm scared." Scootaloo said. "And hungry."

"Don't forget tired." Sweetie Belle added. "I'm exhausted from all that walking."

"Wait, what's that up ahead?" Applebloom pointed. In a clearing up ahead lay some kind of factory or large house.

"You sure?" Sweetie Belle asked.

"Beats this." Apple Bloom replied. "Let's go and see who lives there."

As the three fillies approached, they saw a door marked with a strange language, and a four-pointed, bent cross. As they knocked, they heard an old voice inside speak.

"Scheiss! Damn Nazis...I told them already I am working as fast as I can…"

As the door opened, the fillies saw a bipedal being wearing a lab coat look around. He seemed old, with glasses and graying hair. As he looked down at the three of them, he gasped.

"My god…" he gasped. "What am I seeing? Come inside, now!"

Before the three could protest or even ask a single question, they had been pulled inside by the being and sat down on a large, tan couch. The being sat down on an old armchair, and sighed.

"My apologies for my sudden action." he asked. "Can you three understand me?"

First he spoke in a strange language, then he spoke in Equish. At that, the fillies nodded.

"Yes, we can." Sweetie Belle said. "I'm Sweetie Belle. That's Applebloom and Scootaloo. What's your name?"

"Dr. Erik Breighner." the being replied. "I can see that you speak English. Where are you three all from? And what are you doing here on Earth?"

The fillies sighed, and told him of Equestria, and how the Caribou had come and destroyed everything they loved.

Their homes burned, their loved ones captured, their rulers enslaved. Through it all, Erik listened intently.

"I see." he said. "That is quite the story."

"Don't you believe us?" Sweetie asked, in shock.

"Oh, I do." Erik replied. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"Yes, very." Scootaloo said. The man left, and brought back a variety of simple foods, from bread to fruits and vegetables. The three fillies ate their fill, and smiled.

"Thanks, Mr. Erik." Scootaloo said. "Is this your home?"

"Heavens, no." Erik laughed. "This is my office. At least, my office according to the Nazi dogs."

"Nazees? Who are they?" Sweetie asked, pronouncing the German with difficulty.

"The Nazis are some of the most despicable, pitiful excuses for humans we have ever seen." Erik said. He then told them of the world they were now in, known as Earth.

He told them of the First World War, and how the Great Depression ruined the economy of Germany. They sought a solution, a leader that would solve their problems.

He told them of Adolf Hitler, who brought about the Second World War in his madness. He told them of the horrible crimes Hitler committed against his own people.

He told them of the Allies, the nations of the West that were coming to free them. From the war-weary British to the heroic Americans.

Finally, he told them of who he was. Once a professor of theoretical Physics at a University in the Rhine, he had been kidnapped by the SS and Gestapo to serve on a top-secret project created by Hitler himself.

Unendlich. A program to create the world and technology of tomorrow. Over the course of the war, the Unendlich sites were destroyed for fear of them being discovered. The scientists and engineers who worked on them project all executed one by one, to prevent capture by the Allies or the Russians.

Now, Dr. Breighner was the only one left.

"Now, the program here is all I have left." Erik said. "An experimental Warp Nexus, designed to move troops and equipment across the continent with ease."

"Like teleporting." Sweetie said. "Moving from point A to B in a second, right?"

"Yes." Erik said. "Something like that. It is currently below us, in an underground cavern. However, I have work to do. I must signal the Americans of our presence here. They will want to speak with you."

"Why?" Applebloom asked.

"If there's one thing the Americans like, it's fighting for a just cause." Erik said. "I have a radio with me, one I can use to contact them. Come, we don't have much time."

As the three fillies hopped down from the couch, Erik brought them over to a large black box with plenty of dials and switches. Erik flipped a switch, and a light glowed red. As he fiddled with the dials, he smiled once the signal went through.

"To all American forces in the area...my name is Dr. Erik Breighner. I am a Theoretical Physicist in employ of the German government. I have critical information in my possession that will aid in ending the war. I and three special individuals are at these coordinates."

Erik listed a string of letters and numbers, and continued.

"These individuals are of highest value, and I beg you to come quickly. I do not know if the Nazis are listening. Please, come soon."

As Erik sat back, the fillies came a little closer.

"Mr. Erik?" Sweetie Belle asked. "What'll happen when the Americans come here?"

"I do not know." Erik replied. "I ask that you let me do the talking. They're much more likely to listen to a human rather than a pony that resembles something from a children's story."

The three fillies nodded.

"You should rest." Erik said. "I'll keep watch for the Americans."

As the three of them settled back on the couch, Erik draped a thin blanket over them. Soon, all three of them were asleep from exhaustion.

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US Army Headquarters
Northern France
Sergeant James Redford, Badger Company, 1st Army.

"Sergeant, you got a minute?"

Sergeant james Redford turned away from cleaning his M1 Garand, to see another American Soldier run up, out of breath.

"You're needed in the radio tent."

"Thanks." James replied, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. As he walked through the base, he wondered what sort of job needed done in the radio tent. As he approached, he could hear voices.

"...When did this come in?"

"Just now, sir. I've got coordinates, too."

As James entered, he froze. Generals Patton, Bradley, and Eisenhower were standing near the radio, looking over a transcript.

"Sergeant!" General Patton boomed as he saluted. "Take a look at this."

James was handed a clipboard with a paragraph of written lines. As he looked over it with shaking hands, he looked at the Generals.

"What do you think of it, son?" General Eisenhower asked the soldier, who sighed.

"I ask permission to speak freely." James asked.

"Permission granted." Eisenhower said.

"I'm honestly not sure what to make of this." James said. "The Germans have developed a lot of strange weapons. If we could get our hands on some of them, it would help. On the other hand, this could be a trap."

"I see." General Bradley said. "Sergeant, how many men do you have?"

"Six others in my team, sir." James replied. "We're ready to go if needed."

"Then get moving." Patton said. "Find out what's at these coordinates and recover what you can. I have a good feeling about this."

"Yes, sir!" James replied. "I'll report back when we've reached the target."

"Good man." Eisenhower said. "I suggest you head on out."

James saluted, and headed out towards the mess tent. As he entered, he called out.

'"Badger Squad, rally up! The Generals gave us a mission!"

"Yes, sir!" came the six replies. James counted off as the seven men headed out.

Corporals John Keller, Ty Wilson, and Bryan Cox, along with Privates Thom Jackson, Tim Drake, and George Nash. As they assembled their gear and weapons, Nash asked what the mission was.

"We've gotten a radio signal from a German scientist." James said as the soldiers readied up. "He wants picked up, along with three others. Apparently he's got critical information regarding the Nazi's weapons program."

"Neat." Drake said. "Sounds like some kind of top-secret thing to me."

"Says you." Keller replied. "Alright, we're set!"

As the seven men headed out towards the marked coordinates in a pair of Jeeps, Sergeant Redford focused his eyes on the road ahead.

Author's Notes:

Yep, it's back and better than ever.

I hope you enjoyed reading the first iteration, because this one's even better.

Next time-The CMC meet the Americans, and later the three Generals. Later, President Roosevelt receives a strange letter from France...

Edited and reuploaded as of 10-8-18.