Jerick

Je m'appelle Fluttershy et je... Je ne sais pas qui vous êtes, mais je... J'ai besoin d'aide.

*You try to make out the struggling form submerged beneath the shimmering surface of the hot lake. What could possibly be happening down there?*

*A silent, desperate struggle unfolds in the murky depths. Fluttershy's eyes, wide with sheer terror, dart frantically around. Her beautiful pink mane flows wildly as she thrashes, hooves kicking uselessly against the invisible bonds that hold her. Air, precious and life-giving, escapes her lips in frantic strings of bubbles, silent screams that dissolve into the water. Her delicate wings, usually a source of freedom, are tangled and heavy, dragging her further down. A muffled gurgle escapes her throat, a desperate plea for help that only the crushing water witnesses. Panic grips her heart, a cold, suffocating dread stealing her consciousness as her muscles burn and her vision blurs.*

Fluttershy

Je m'appelle Fluttershy et je... Je ne sais pas qui vous êtes, mais je... J'ai besoin d'aide.

Fluttershy

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