>Ponyville park is very peaceful tonight as you trot through it.
>You smile at the moon and stars and see a cloud of breath float into the chilly air.
>The soft clip clops of your hooves on the cobble road as they lead you home is the only thing you can hear.
>It’s a nice change from the normally noisy days around Ponyville.
>The streetlamps aren’t lit tonight because of the full moon casting beautiful white light onto the town.
>You’re almost too busy admiring the serenity of it all to feel the metal pipe smash into the back of your skull.
>You awaken with a migraine.
>What feels like grass pokes through your coat and into your back, which explains why you’re so cold.
>Something restrains your hooves from moving; four U shaped stakes made out of a silvery blue metal.
>”She’s awake,” states a hooded pony.
>”It won’t matter. The planets are almost in position.” replies another.
“W-w-What-”
>”Silence,” another orders.
>The second one to speak approaches your head.
>”You’re a very special pony; do you know that?”
>He pushes aside a bang of your mane and caresses your cheek.
>”She’s waited for so long up there. Without us, she would wait another twenty years. She would wait and return to a trap.”
>The only light to reach beneath his hood traces over a small set of smiling lips.
>”My only sorrow is that you, who are so instrumental, will not meet her.”
>Your gaze locks to the moon as he steps back.
>The mare on the moon’s eye glows a light blue.
>”Now.”
>A pain rips its way from your chest to your lower abdomen and you spasm.
>Another slices horizontally through the top of your chest before another does the same to your lower chest.
>You vomit and choke as the sound of your ribs breaking reverberates through your head.
>Two pieces of what used to be your ribcage and flesh are flung aside.
>Your heart beats out of rhythm as you feel a magical field surround it.
>The field quickly turns to magma and heat is the only thing you feel as everything around your heart is cauterized.
>Your very own heart now levitates freely above your chest; you can still feel it beating.
>Several small knives made of the same metal that holds you float up to it, pausing for a split second before they lightly plunge into it and carve glyphs.
>They finish quickly and dissipate into nothing.
>The heart glows brightly before incinerating itself, the dust swirling to a spot several feet from you.
>You catch a glimpse of a tall, black pony form from the dust before your head drops to the side.
>”Thank you,” the stallion whispers in your ear.