User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-7562999-20170709014636

The air is foul. It smells like death and decay. Starry coughs and her eyes flutter open. Above her is a dank ceiling with meat hooks swinging over her head. Her head throbs violently. She tries to move her legs, but they won't budge. She looks down, seeing her limbs are chained to a cold steel operating table. She tries to light her horn to blast away her bonds, but her magic isn't responding. Something is blocking it. She gnashes her teeth and stares at the ceiling in despair. She tries to remember what happened. Her and some of her friends went out drinking to celebrate their graduation from Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. They drank too much and she can't remember after that. She looks around the room and sees a table full of terrifying looking surgery instruments. They are covered in rust and look very unsanitary. She struggles against the bonds, trying to break them. A voice grumbles from the corner. "I wouldn't do that if I were, dear."

Starry starts and looks at the metal door to her right. Standing there is a pony standing menacingly in a dark cloak. His mask is white and appears to be covered in black splotches...that keep shifting and moving. The unicorn mare freezes and begins to quiver slightly at the foreboding figure. She closes ger eyes, trying to rouse herself from this nightmare. That's all that this is, a nightmare. Something forces her eyelids back open. Tears start to stream from the corners of her eyes. The strange hooded figure stands over her. He lifts a rag and wipes away the tears. "Shh...no crying now. You should be proud. You are about to become part of something much grander than yourself."

The strange pony mulls over his instruments of terror. "You know, your friends were disappointing. They faded before I could get what I wanted. But you, I know that you are special. Top of your class in school. A mage of the highest degree. You will do famously."

Starry sneers. "What did you do to my friends?"

The stallion inspects a scapel and walks back over to Starry. His shifting black splotches begin to unnerve Starry. "That is of little concern at the present."

Starry: "What are you going to do to me?"

The stranger sighs. "Well, I suppose you have the right to know. I need something from you. Something your friends couldn't provide. I need it badly if I am to carry on my plan."

Starry notices something very odd...two large metallic wings loom over Starry. Something that should not be there. The stranger leans down over Starry. "Yes...you will do nicely. We should begin."

Starry: "You didn't answer my question."

The stranger lifts his scapel. "Oh, of course. I need your horn, dear."

The scapel begins its work and agony consumes Starry.