MLP:Fim Picture

A few hours later in the briefing room in police headquarters.

Briggs: *Shows picture of a pony* Frank Pollanchio. He's forty five years old, and has been the leader of his own gang for about five years now. Sometimes, we see him hanging out at the harbor. Harry Callahan will be making the arrest.
Harry: You want me to arrest him?
Briggs: Yes. You're the best parang buriko we have for this job.
Harry: Lieutenant, there's something you got to understand-
Briggs: I don't need to understand anything. Just get him.
Harry: Well you can't just stop him, and arrest him. You got to be creative. There's a reason...

The last solstice

Chapter 9: Doubts


The process is very slow, like cruising out of a dark tunnel. First, he hears muffled sounds. Everything’s quieted down. There’s no sign of battle. Then he can form coherent thoughts. The air is weird… stuffy, yet somehow refreshing at the same time. It’s quite ambivalent. Strange wafts are trying to get near his mind. The smell billows around his awakening consciousness. Is that… perfume?

The symbolic light at the end of the tunnel grows brighter, as the fog starts to break up. The stallion attempts to collect his thoughts. His heavy eyelids open...