Restless Hopes : Dark Rain

by The Reality Team

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Dark, Alternate Universe, Sad, Romance, Tragedy
Length: 680

Breeze. A pony from Trottingham, realises that he is in a city trap, called Hoofington. Drugs, mafia, death, all of that in one, big suburban city.

Breeze. A pony from Trottingham, realises that he is in a city trap, called Hoofington. Drugs, mafia, death, all of that in one, big suburban city. He is out of ideas how to survive this hellhole, so he tries to get involved in the mafia. But after that he gets into a lot of big mess-ups. Follow him, as he is learning more grimdark secrets of Hoofington, and at the same time, has to kill ponies, and save ponies…

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-02 20:31:43 UTC

Chapter I : An Unexpected Pony in my Campartment

Villages.

All it is remained from the normal pony life like it used to be a thousand years ago. Trees. Princess Sparkle would've been happy to see this sight. As the train rode pretty fast, it started to shake lile a earthquake, and it was pretty hard for me to get out of my blankets in which I curled and twisted all night, because of some dream involving... them... I stood up, and placed the blankets on the bottom bed of the campartment, in which I was riding in. "Number 42" - I spoke to myself, vigourously and quietly. - "A campartment to remeber... " - The wagon was only with six ponies riding in it, including me. Yup, 42 campartments, and only six ponies in them. Magnificent math, you fucking genius. The only advantage of this campartment is that there is a bathroom near it. I took the chance, and went to brush my teeth. My unicorn magic lifted up the toothbrush and started going back and forth on my teeth. I was thinking of the dream. Who were they? Their voices, their body shapes, their... No, no, no, it can't be Celestia, Luna and Twilight, you crazy fucker, Breezy! Maybe... On that thought, I stopped the stream of water, and went out the bathroom, heading towards my camprtment. As I did it, a lovely light-yellow-ish mare passed me, with her blue mane almost swooping over onto me.

Introduction : The Dark Rain Begins...

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...