Nightshade listened down the dungeon stairs, to see if he heard any noise. All he heard was faint snoring.
"Perfect timing," he whispered with a grin on his face, "but just in case..."
He walked into the small room that the pony was being kept in and pulled a ball woven out of black leaves from the pouch he was wearing. Octavia started to wake up as he spoke, completely terrified by the pony smirking at her. She looked down at the ball in his hand.
"Please, don't hurt me, whoever you are," she said with fear in her eyes.
"Too late," said Nightshade, now standing just above Octavia as he threw the ball against the wall.
He pulled a mask over his face as the ball of leaves broke apart and a purple mist spread across the room. Octavia coughed and inhaled the substance. A moment later, she had fallen into a deep sleep. Nightshade got to work right away. He reached into the pouch and pulled out the suffocator. He strung it loosely around the gray pony's neck then followed the line until the end reached the other wall of the wall.
"Wakey, wakey!" he finally said with a smirk on his face as he pulled the suffocator with all his might.
Octavia choked as she woke up, her neck now covered in blood from all of her new deep gashes. She wailed in pain as she was dragged up the stairs to face the rest of the pack before the full moon rose to its highest point in the sky.
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Bitten 1, The First Awakening (an MLP fanfic)
FanficTheir memories erased. Strange powers emerging. They may not survive this journey to someplace they have never been before, but they will try if they ever want to get out of the forest alive. This book is set up as a diary in the ponies' thoughts. T...
