~Apple

I turned off my voice box, and looked around at the tents. Everyone was asleep, so I had my freedom. Me and my new friend would sneak out and eat candy in one of the tree holes. Her name was Honey Buzz. We would then finish the candy, talk, and around 2:30M every night, we’d head back to our tents and go to sleep. One night, we went so far out that we reached a half a mile away from camp!

“What do you mean, you don’t know how to get back?” Honey asked me, looking at me frightened, “We’re lost?”

I shook my head and looked at her, “We’re not lost. I just can’t seem to put my hoof on where the camp is from here, that’s all. Don’t worry, I’m right here to guide us.”

She rolled her eyes and looked at the ground, shook her head, and kept walking. She was right, I was totally lost. I heard something in the distance… It sounded kind of like… Breburn. He was yelling my name.

“Honey! Honey pay attention! I know how to get back!” I whispered.

That filly would never believe me on these things. She would panic and breakdown crying. What a foal. Except this time. She listened this time. She ran up to me, as I pointed into the direction the noise was coming from. We ran in the direction, and it lead us to Brea. He was there, with wide arms.

I ran up to him and leaped into his arms, “Brea…”

There were someponies that wouldn’t come back. Getting food and water wasn’t easy for earth ponies. We had to wear fake wings and horns that was made from the tree branches, and then painted them our coat colors. We’d normally use wings and just act shy so that nopony would question us on it. We’d get the food and water from ponyville. If any fillies my age went along, we’d wear horns and state we don’t know how to use magic yet.

Seeing a thing or two makes all ponies liars. But earthponies the most. We would lie about all sorts of things. One time, we lied about how we had enough food for a family of 4. We had 2 families of 4, 3 of 2, and 1 family of 6. They said we had 30 pieces of food each, but in reality, we only had 18. Breaburn and I didn’t eat anything that day, again. This happened a lot. You really get used to it.

“Cobbler…? C-Cobbler I’m right here.” Breaburn said to me.

I was crying over a bad dream again. This time, it was one of the worst dreams I was yet to ever have. It was awful. It was about a unicorn who was white… she had scars all across her body, and was carrying a knife. There was a stallion sitting in the corner was well. He had this really large hat and a robot hand, swirly eyes and sharp teeth.

She looked at me, and whispered, “You’ll understand sooner or later…” and licked the knife.

The other stallion walked up behind her and kissed her, gross. I was breathing heavy, as she looked into my eyes. I looked into hers for a moment, and saw a glance of somepony. She closed her eyes and laughed really loud, a witches laugh. They were closing in on me, but that’s when I woke up.

I continued to cry in Brea’s arms. Really quiet cries. He just smiled and held me in his arms. He stroked my mane, while I sobbed my eyes out. He was holding me close to his chest, so I could fell his protection and warmth. He was smiling, but I could see a tear falling down his face. What’s he crying about? I thought to myself. Maybe something bad happened to his friend or something. My sobs got quieter and eventually stopped. I let Breaburns heart beat lead me back to my peaceful slumber.

After 6 months of pretty much not a lot of food, bad conditions, a lot of crying, and death, Some of the troops found us. They stormed in one day, pulling us onto the floor, different groups, etc. I escaped luckily. But… Breaburn didn’t…. I was alone in the everfree forest, running from the army, the war. I ran until the end of the forest and found a cottage. It was boarded up, so I considered not going in it. But I heard some muffled talking in the distance.

“Name: Apple Cobbler, age: 8, location: unknown. Come on troops! Search the entire forest if you must! Find that filly!” An army pony blew his whistle, and I ran for my dear life.