Would she even know how to deal with a dead pony? Nah, she's really tough. Lived for a thousand years! I can depend on her... I know it. Scootaloo furrowed her brow, looking up at the massive gates... the gates that would lead to her freedom, and to getting her life back. Ok, Your Highness... I need you more than ever now... steeling her mind, she took a step forward... then another, each one a heavy, weighted labor towards the light at the end of her short, dark tunnel. Her eyes fixed on the elegant, massive doors to the main hall of the castle, soldiers walking on their typical patrols.