Gearwork saw the enslaved unicorns and he was not happy, nor was he enraged. He felt sorrow for these broken unicorns, as well as remorse, for not knowing that this was happening.
He also felt something he didn't recognize at first: bitterness. He was bitter about not knowing that this was happening, as well as bitterness towards Princess Celestia. 'How could she not know about this, she's the hoofing ruler of Equestria. If she knew about this, why didn't she take action? She claims that everypony is free, that we all live in harmony. ' he thought.
He suddenly felt like he betrayed by Equestria itself "How did we not know that this was happening? How could this be allowed to happen?!" Gearwork cried out, his voice cracking from the sudden surge of emotions within him.
He looked at the enslaved unicorns with a look of sorrow, but it quickly changed to horror. He saw the chains around them, and saw the metal contraptions that were on their feet. But what horrified him was their eyes. There was no emotion in those eyes, no hint of intelligence or personality. These were not ponies, but only living vehicles for magic and labor.
He saw the unicorn slaves generating the lightning and then he saw one young unicorn, a teenager, it was different than the others. It had a faint spark of personality and individuality flash in the eyes. Gearwork saw this and it comforted him somewhat, for he now knew that the young slave unicorns still were ponies, not just living tools.
Gearwork looked around and saw that the others were upset and angry at what they saw. He knew that the only way to get past them and stop the lightning was to come up with a plan. He started to go over to Midnight, figuring that he might know a spell that could stop these unicorn slaves without having to fight them. He also grabbed the attention of everypony in their group.
"Okay, everypony." Gearwork said "We need to come up with a plan to stop those unicorns from generating the lightning for that storm. Does anypony have an idea on how to do that without having it resulting in a fight?"
He also felt something he didn't recognize at first: bitterness. He was bitter about not knowing that this was happening, as well as bitterness towards Princess Celestia. 'How could she not know about this, she's the hoofing ruler of Equestria. If she knew about this, why didn't she take action? She claims that everypony is free, that we all live in harmony. ' he thought.
He suddenly felt like he betrayed by Equestria itself "How did we not know that this was happening? How could this be allowed to happen?!" Gearwork cried out, his voice cracking from the sudden surge of emotions within him.
He looked at the enslaved unicorns with a look of sorrow, but it quickly changed to horror. He saw the chains around them, and saw the metal contraptions that were on their feet. But what horrified him was their eyes. There was no emotion in those eyes, no hint of intelligence or personality. These were not ponies, but only living vehicles for magic and labor.
He saw the unicorn slaves generating the lightning and then he saw one young unicorn, a teenager, it was different than the others. It had a faint spark of personality and individuality flash in the eyes. Gearwork saw this and it comforted him somewhat, for he now knew that the young slave unicorns still were ponies, not just living tools.
Gearwork looked around and saw that the others were upset and angry at what they saw. He knew that the only way to get past them and stop the lightning was to come up with a plan. He started to go over to Midnight, figuring that he might know a spell that could stop these unicorn slaves without having to fight them. He also grabbed the attention of everypony in their group.
"Okay, everypony." Gearwork said "We need to come up with a plan to stop those unicorns from generating the lightning for that storm. Does anypony have an idea on how to do that without having it resulting in a fight?"