I looked around me, The Doctor and Blazemane was there. It was no dream, for it was real. The Doctor looked at me with his big eyes and said,

“You were restless, bad dreams, eh?”

“Yeah, had them since I was a foul.” I confessed.

“I see…” he replied.
I looked around even more to get in my surroundings. There was a British flag and a few guns in the corner,

“Where are we?” I asked.

“We are in World War III!” He replied.

“What?! We’ve gone forward in time?! How so?” I asked.

“Through the TARDIS!” He exclaimed, “It stands for, ‘Time and Relative Dimension in Space.’” He replied with a grin.

“So…… We’ve gone forward in time or something?” I asked.

“Indeed!” He exclaimed.
A pony came in wearing a general’s outfit and a beret. He approached my bed and said,

“Good evening, I believe you came with the Doctor here, is this correct?”

“Yes sir.” I replied with a salute, after all, it was polite.

“Excellent, me and the Doctor go far. I knew him when I was in training camp. Saved us from… what were they called?” the General asked.

“Cybermen, General.” Replied The Doctor.

“Yes that’s it, and the Doctor saved the camp from the Cybermen and we tried to give him the medal of honour. Alas, he wouldn’t let us give it to him.” The General said.

“Not my style. Won’t go with the tie, you see.” The Doctor said with a grin.
The General sat down on the nearest bed. Then suddenly, his ear pricked up. There was a clink of metal,

“EVERYONE GET DOWN!” Commanded the General.
We all jump below the beds and then there was a big boom. There was a mix of shouting, screaming and some language that I didn’t understand, most probably Russian. I was bitten on the leg and then pulled out from under the bed. It was a surprise attack. The Russians pulled us out from under the beds and next thing I knew I was tied up and thrown into a carriage. I didn’t see the Doctor on the carriage, I was worried. What if I was stuck into the future? What if I didn’t see my family? What about my friends?? Me and my cousin were stuck in 2034 and we couldn’t do anything about it.

Approximately four hours later we were at there camp. It was dark, probably 10ish. They dragged us out of the carriage and lined up with one another. I looked besides me, there was a beautiful pony. Her eyes were a shiny maroon colour, and her mane would have looked excellent if it wasn’t for all the dirt. She looked at me to, and blushed. I was pretty sure I was blushing to.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Cherry Pie,” she replied, “You?”

“I’m Stormwind, I’m from Ponyville.” I replied, hot in the cheeks.

“That’s cool.”
Her cheeks were redder than pure red, if it was possible. She got kicked on the back and she walked towards the fire. The man coughed then spoke,

“Are you… Cherry Pie?” He spoke with perfect English.

“Ye-yes.” She replied.

“Good, you shall die then. Move to the right.”

“No!” I shouted.

“You have a problem?” The man said.
I stood up. If I was going down, I might as well go down fighting. Like my uncle, Riftwitz. I bucked the nearest soldier in his face. In all the confusion of shooting and bucking, me, Blazemane and Cherry escaped. Through the cold morrow we ran. We stopped when we thought that we were a safe distance away from the camp.

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