The Night that Never Ended p17
In the silence of the Everfree Forest, near a dry patch of ground that barely counted as a path, a low rumbling began. With relative smoothness despite it's girth, a slab of stone as wide as two ponies and half again as tall began to swing outwards. From the darkness inside came the sound of cranks and levers creaking, as well as the soft clop of hooves on stone. The cold night air carried with it the stench of rot, but the captain still found it welcoming. Beneath the decay and decomposition, there lay the rosy scent of freedom.
"This doesn't mean I forgive you, you know." The captain didn't know why she said it, maybe just because it all seemed too good to be true.
"I don't expect you too," came the lilting voice from behind her. Soft hoofsteps brought Rarity up to her side, both ponies gazing at the darkened skeletons of trees before them.
The captain felt like she was pushing her own luck, but she had lived her life by having an explanation for every action. There just had to be a