Restless Hopes : Dark Rain

Restless Hopes: Dark Rain

~by TRT and Anon.~

Anon message: To my father, who was killed during the Iraq War. And to my sweet mother, and motivator Anna.

Introduction: Dark Rain Begins...

I am Breeze, and I am normal, maybe. I was born in "The Democratic Republic of Ponies of Equestria", which doesn't really show off any kind of democratic rule. Celestia and Luna are now gone, lying agianst the cloud cover, watching us, judging us. Now there is a diffrent kind of rule, a rule which makes us suffer, shiver from the cold that the moon brings us every night. And the rain. In summer there is cold, dark, and forgetable rain. Sometimes I would just sit on a bench, and think: "Why does the rain come so often in summer?" - Maybe the pegasi are pissed at the goverment that they are living in these shit conditions, or is it the princesses who leash upon the rain of summer, to help the green grow just a bit, since everything has become dull and grey because of industry pushing its roots into the stock markerts, or something like that. I was a drop-in to some house, who have at least one piece of soul to let me in, and not leave me on the street, starving me, but they were exetremly strict, and would beat me, an orphan, for not doing something right. Generaly speaking, my childhood was fucking tough, and hard to get through it to my colt years. I had no problem going to middle-school, but when I tried to go to the University of Trottingham, it waas too exepensive, like every other goddamn university in Equestria. So I had no full education, so I was self-educating myself, until when I was twenty. I wasn't the same young colt who was crying in his bedroom or attic every day, I was now a stallion. I could go wherever I wanted to go. Appleloosa, Hoofington, Manehatten, Ponyville, anywhere. I was now free... sort of... The goverment is watching every fucking step you take, they know where you live, what's your name, bank account details, even how fast you can trott. They listen to your phone calls, observe single bit of the information you have. Not really democratic, if you ask me. I eventually decided to live in Trottingham, and work there. I can start my life as an engineer now,

since that is what I've always wanted to be. I am Breeze Storm, and I am free, and my knowledge is free...