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Twilight Sparkle massaged her scarred forelegs where no longer than five minutes ago the hellish chains had bound her body. A bloodied mass of scars, cuts, and cracked hooves; all four of her limbs looked like a mutilated nightmare.
She had thought she would never be able to walk ever again, maybe even sit, such was the scale of her injuries, but where moments ago the searing pain had coursed through her nerves now there was nothing. The Branding was over, and, despite the gruesome wounds which should have succumbed anyone to bear even a portion of them, all the pain had perished.
Only the stigmas remained – the demonic stigmas forever to spoil her desecrated body, and the dire reminder of the bestial torture she had endured. Disfigured legs, burnt wings, pentagram sewed crudely into the flank, the scalded horn – could she still be called an alicorn? Could she still be called a... pony?
It mattered not. Not anymore. Not here.
'Why would she do that?' whispered Twilight as s