There is a challenge to teleportation. It is not only a difficult spell to perform, but it also is a very draining spell. Most unicorns can't do it. The few that can are limited to one jump (Unless your Twilight, then your just OP). Any more than that and you have a very good chance of going into a state known as magic withdrawal. Magic withdrawal is like starvation and dehydration; while you feel like your really thirst or hungry, but satisfying it takes a while. For instance, if you haven't eaten in over a week and suddenly have access to a lot of food, you will stuff yourself and get sick. Your body isn't used to processing that much and will reject it from your body in the form of vomit. You have to eat what you can handle over the course of days to get your strength back. Magic withdrawal is like that, only it takes roughly a week or two to get back your power. While the physical effects of it are relatively few, you will get constant migraines for the first half of it. That will effectively make you unable to perform magic until they stop.

Luckily, I didn't burn out my magic reservoir. I know what my limits are and right now I can't perform magic for the rest of the day.

Now, as I was coming out of the teleport, I felt something constrict around my horn. I couldn't see it because my eyes were all derpy and stuff. The thing around was rough and extremely tight.

Bow chicka bow wow. All funniness aside, your back to square one. Or should I say, hole one.

Really? Two jokes in one thought. And they're both fucking gross.

Seriously, look what your horn is stuck in.

Focusing was hard to do, but when I did, I found my horn stuck in something. My brain was right, I'm back at the beginning.

At least your not in the ground this time. Look at the bright side.

What bright side?

The invisible one. This is fucking funny. You got wood dude.

"FUCK YOU BRAIN!"

I think you said that to loud. some fillies might have heard that.

"I don't give a shit you fucking asshole."

"Uh mister, who are you talking to and why is your horn in a tree?"

"Because this is how I spend my days now. With my horn stuck in a hole."

Bow chicka bow wow.

"I swear on the blood of my first born, I will kill you if you don't shut up" I grumbled to myself.

"What did ya say now?" said a voice that had a very familiar accent.

"Funny, you sound like a little Applejack."

"That's cause Ah'm her sister."

"Cool, can you help me out?"

"With what?" said a second voice.

"Getting my horn out of this tree."

"Sure, maybe we can get our cutie marks." the second voice said.

Then a spontaneous and deafening "CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS..."

"Uh, what're we doin?"

"I don't know, lets figure it out later."

"I know! lets pull on him until he comes loose." said a squeaky third voice.

Before I could object, my flank was grabbed by three little sets of hooves and was pulled on like none other.

Dammit, left my swag on. Now the fillies are all over me.

This continued for about a minute before one of them came up with something else.

"Ah have an idea. Lets get mah sister to buck his horn out of the tree."

The other two chipped in "Thats a great idea."

Before my opinion was heard, they went off like Rainbow Dash when she sees a hot mare.

"Fuck this shit, I'm getting myself out."

I charged my magic like I would if I impaled my horn on somepony.

Your going to burn out.

Ignoring my brain, I discharged my magic. Unlike my brain told me, my idea worked and the tree exploded from my awesome. But, I over extended my magic and got a migraine.

Fuck you, I'm gonna go on ahead and not get up from this one.

Agreed, and with that I passed out... again.

The glow of a pair of amethyst, crimson, and blue eyes could be seen in the darkness.

"See, now all we have to do is kill him and take his horn."

"Piece of cake."

Before the two could make a move, the voice of the colt called out "Wait, if we take him back to our boss, then we might get paid more."

The crimson eyes shift towards him with a quizzical look "Getting greedy now aren't we? Where did you find this colt anyway?"

"He was an orphan in Canterlot" said the mare with the amethyst eyes.

"Whatever, I'm going to go over there, kill him, and take his horn."

The colt spoke up "But we could get paid more if we took Sigma to the boss."

Crimson eyes replied with a growl "We are not taking that risk and if you like living then shut up."

Amethyst spoke up "He has a point, Sigma just had a burn out and won't be able to perform event the simplest of magic for at least a week. We take him with us."

Crimson let out a sigh "Alright, but our driver won't like it."

"She will manage."

Scootaloo hid in the underbrush near the forest, watching as three ponies in cloaks take Sigma away.

I wonder where they're taking him? Should I get help? Maybe I should stop them. What does his cutie mark mean?

She was at a loss of action.

Those ponies don't look nice. Whatever it is they want, it can't be good. If I go and get help, they will have left already. But I can't stop them. They are a lot bigger than me.

With all this in mind, she made the most important decision in the story. In a whisper, she said:

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