A day in Applewood.

The day finally came when the poor orphan children were allowed to visit Applewood and the ponies were all full of excitement.

The children ran through the gates of the palace in awe and anticipation. Never allowing their eyes to stay fixed to one thing for longer than a few seconds. All below the age of 11, the children were playful and immature. Stroking one pony before climbing onto the next.

Pinky pie was a beautiful pony and quickly gained a group of small female children. All the girls liked pinky pie because she was all pink. Her fur was pink and her mane was pink. Pink, pink, pink.

The little girl Alison actually asked pinky pie questions about what they would all be doing during their magical night at Applewood, wanting to cram as much as possible into the lone night they had there.

Pinky pies response only served to excite the young girl more.

“Well Alison, we are going to play loads of magical games. One of them is rather amazing. You go through these assault courses and little fun tests and the winner gets to play with Twilight Sparkle in her tower. I can’t wait to watch you all play the games. I think you could do it to the very end and get to go the magical tower. It will be so much fun!”

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The games were played and a winner was awarded the night in the tower. The ponies loved it when the children came to stay.

The orphanage keeper came the following morning to collect all the children.

His heart dropped and his stomach turned at the site before him. Parts of the children were spread everywhere. Children’s limbs caught up in barbed wire. Charred remains of little girls and boys scattered across the small fields. Beautiful ponies smothered in blood slept peacefully. Their stomachs full, and their appetites satisfied.

He searched and searched for any living children. Any survivors of his poor children. He finally came to the Tower.

Twilight sparkle sang in her beautiful voice and he followed the sound of the siren like lullaby until he finally closed in on her.

She was sprawled on a chaise lounge, lazily using her hind leg to swing one of the many hanging chains. The head of little Alison was still wet with fresh blood, a hook keeping her severed head attached to the old rusty chain.

Mr Stafford couldn’t keep it anymore, with a cry of grief he emptied his stomach onto the marble floor. He spewed and spewed until he had nothing left.

His reaction had caused another reaction in the room. The lullaby had stopped. He turned to find himself only a step away from Twilight Sparkle. Her beauty was unique and drew him in straight away. Although he knew evil resided within her, he leant forward to stroke her glorious mane.

She showed her sharp pointed teeth then. Each tooth covered in the blood of the children he so deeply cared for. He didn’t put up a fight when she took her next step to him.