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The pinkish fiends, the nauseating smells of sucrose in the air. The chirping of those fiendish creatures And their maniacal laughs, those are the last thing that I heard before passing out. But that’s not it. There was another, another voice back then. Unlike the cackling of those nasty butterflies reject. Something else, almost like…human. It was not sound traveling through my eardrums, more so…appears in my head like some kind of conscious. It too laughed at our unfortunate fate. The last thing I remember was a bright colorful light and then complete darkness…

”aghhh!” I suddenly jumped up, waking up from what seems to be endless slumber, next to me is Camilla, who has just woken up 10 minutes before me, seeming not surprised by the scream of mine. Poirot is there too, and he is fetching something for who I can assumed is our savior, a glowing horse.

“So you finally awake, Mr Amadeus. I was worried for a moment there that you wouldn’t make it” the raiding equine speaks. Well, speak is a bit misleading as it has no mouth, instead communicating through telepathic means. A closer look at the creature reveals that its body isn’t just glowing, no. The creature itself is made out of pure energy. With every parts of its body is composed of an unknown energy, with some parts shooting out small jolts of lighting every here and there.

”I see that you have already figure out my secret, huh?”
“Well, I.. I mean..we..”
”it’s, ok though. I got used to it”
”you are lucky that I found you in time. Other wise you and your friends would have end up as another victim of this accursed domain”
”Those sugar fairies almost sucked out all your sugar in your body. But I manage to get some of it back before they got away”.

out of nowhere, appear in our hand is a cup of warm, sugary tea. With a sweet scent and a distinct emerald color.

”here, this helps”
As we each take a sips, the Omnicorn proceeds to tell us her story:

”As you can imagine, I wasn’t always like this. I was a young pony living on a farm in Kansas, the farmer’s daughter would always visit me whenever she would doing chores. She tell me stories of her dreams, of her secret and frustrations, she talk to me like we were best friends, and we were. She even gave me a name, Cinnamon Bar, ain’t that funny? Eventually though, we couldn’t afford to maintain the farm anymore and some cattles has to be sold, I was among them. Emily and I tearfully said our goodbyes by before I was transfer my new owner, this place. The others and I were subjected to endless experiments by the scientists. They laid our food with drugs, cut us open and turn us into monsters. I was lucky to be turn into this, I supposed. I have supernatural intelligence and the ability to not be harm and can be all powerful. But at what cause? I required no food or water to survive and no pain to be felt, the passage of time means nothing to me. I live just because I cannot “unlive”, you know? I want to be free from this place, but I can’t, not without it’s destruction”

“The Marzipan king, I presumed that you have heard him before, have you”
that’s when I remember about the human laughing in my head.
”He is one of “The Savant” minions. He is holding a key card that can allow access to the main facility that runs this place. But be careful, his telepathic ability is incredibly dangerous, and his twisted mind only made it worse.”

Before I had a chance to ask why she can’t just teleport us to the facility, she has already answer us:

”As for why I can’t just teleport you to the facility. It is build with an energy disrupting device. If detects my presents, I will be torn to oblivion.”

”please, you are my only hope.”
We agree to help her with this endeavor and after 2 days of rest. She teleport us to what she called “The Marzipan Palace”, the same one mention by the agent in the tape.”
”Good luck, may the higher powers be one your side.”
Without another world, she zips away in just a microsecond and gone.

“ I hope she can find peace” Camilla said
”She will” I replied
”Now, let’s go dethroned that son of a bi….”
Before I could finish my sentence. We were instantly transport to what seems to be a throne room made of candy, with many of them having bite marks and chunks missing like a castle ruin. In the middle of the throne room isn’t a throne. But instead….

Description
The pinkish fiends, the nauseating smells of sucrose in the air. The chirping of those fiendish creatures And their maniacal laughs, those are the last thing that I heard before passing out. But that’s not it. There was another, another voice back then. Unlike the cackling of those nasty butterflies reject. Something else, almost like…human. It was not sound traveling through my eardrums, more so…appears in my head like some kind of conscious. It too laughed at our unfortunate fate. The last thing I remember was a bright colorful light and then complete darkness…

”aghhh!” I suddenly jumped up, waking up from what seems to be endless slumber, next to me is Camilla, who has just woken up 10 minutes before me, seeming not surprised by the scream of mine. Poirot is there too, and he is fetching something for who I can assumed is our savior, a glowing horse.

“So you finally awake, Mr Amadeus. I was worried for a moment there that you wouldn’t make it” the raiding equine speaks. Well, speak is a bit misleading as it has no mouth, instead communicating through telepathic means. A closer look at the creature reveals that its body isn’t just glowing, no. The creature itself is made out of pure energy. With every parts of its body is composed of an unknown energy, with some parts shooting out small jolts of lighting every here and there.

”I see that you have already figure out my secret, huh?”
“Well, I.. I mean..we..”
”it’s, ok though. I got used to it”
”you are lucky that I found you in time. Other wise you and your friends would have end up as another victim of this accursed domain”
”Those sugar fairies almost sucked out all your sugar in your body. But I manage to get some of it back before they got away”.

out of nowhere, appear in our hand is a cup of warm, sugary tea. With a sweet scent and a distinct emerald color.

”here, this helps”
As we each take a sips, the Omnicorn proceeds to tell us her story:

”As you can imagine, I wasn’t always like this. I was a young pony living on a farm in Kansas, the farmer’s daughter would always visit me whenever she would doing chores. She tell me stories of her dreams, of her secret and frustrations, she talk to me like we were best friends, and we were. She even gave me a name, Cinnamon Bar, ain’t that funny? Eventually though, we couldn’t afford to maintain the farm anymore and some cattles has to be sold, I was among them. Emily and I tearfully said our goodbyes by before I was transfer my new owner, this place. The others and I were subjected to endless experiments by the scientists. They laid our food with drugs, cut us open and turn us into monsters. I was lucky to be turn into this, I supposed. I have supernatural intelligence and the ability to not be harm and can be all powerful. But at what cause? I required no food or water to survive and no pain to be felt, the passage of time means nothing to me. I live just because I cannot “unlive”, you know? I want to be free from this place, but I can’t, not without it’s destruction”

“The Marzipan king, I presumed that you have heard him before, have you”
that’s when I remember about the human laughing in my head.
”He is one of “The Savant” minions. He is holding a key card that can allow access to the main facility that runs this place. But be careful, his telepathic ability is incredibly dangerous, and his twisted mind only made it worse.”

Before I had a chance to ask why she can’t just teleport us to the facility, she has already answer us:

”As for why I can’t just teleport you to the facility. It is build with an energy disrupting device. If detects my presents, I will be torn to oblivion.”

”please, you are my only hope.”
We agree to help her with this endeavor and after 2 days of rest. She teleport us to what she called “The Marzipan Palace”, the same one mention by the agent in the tape.”
”Good luck, may the higher powers be one your side.”
Without another world, she zips away in just a microsecond and gone.

“ I hope she can find peace” Camilla said
”She will” I replied
”Now, let’s go dethroned that son of a bi….”
Before I could finish my sentence. We were instantly transport to what seems to be a throne room made of candy, with many of them having bite marks and chunks missing like a castle ruin. In the middle of the throne room isn’t a throne. But instead….