>The Warp, an ever shifting plane of reality, writhing and contorting in an almost lifelike manner. The realm of souls was a treacherous landscape, even for the most battle hardened of warriors.
>Somehow in this hellish realm a grey pony had found herself upon a daemon world. She stuck out like sore thumb, her cheery atmosphere clashing against the ever changing colors of a twisted sky.
>Trotting through the alien landscape with a curious yet brisk pace. The grass, a unique shade of blue, felt rather nice against her hooves.
>Passing glassy spires reaching into a stormy sky, unphased by the unnatural chill of the daemonic wind, she continued on. Though she dared to fly through the maelstrom in the sky.
>Eventually she had reached a twisted city, every house a contorted mess of coral and glass. The grass soon changed to a cool stone walkway. Clacking of hooves on a hard surface seemed to shift the area around her.
>Not long after she happened across a distant conversation
>"Give that back!" a distinct sneering tone of voice rang out
>"You've had it for too long!" another sounded
>"I was the one who stole it. It's mine!"
>Derpy approached the sound semi cautiously, having an unending optimism about the situation. Soon she came to the source of the calamity
>A group of blue, bipedal bird creatures stood around a fire spouting green flames from it's center. The blaze flickered against their bronze-ish armor strangely.
>Atop each of their heads were warped horns and a beak protruding outward.
>Perhaps the most noticeable of things at this camp were the alien weapons and books scattered around haphazardly, each of them full of runes she didn't understand
>Derpy approached the curious group with an air of whimsy "Hi!" she called out
>The two standing creatures looked at her with a puzzled expression. They too were befuddled by the pony creature before them.