Tales of a WarPony

Today we boarded the train and I put my stuff by the seat I claimed. It was a train with thick windows and shutters on the outside that had to be closed by magic or by the conductor in the engine room.  We were told to pack small because we were going to be moving a lot. I packed some magic books I still needed to study, my amulet and my journal with some quills and ink. I’ll explain my amulet even though I already know what it is. It’s a small Purple and black crystal with gold knotted wire to hold it up. The black and purple is to represent the night and the gold wire, doesn’t represent anything. I found and polished the crystal and I had the gold wire custom made by Royale. The crystal helps me focus my magic. Wearing it also makes me look cooler. Ahh. What am I thinking, Ponies are laying down their lives while I focus on looking “Cooler”. I shouldn’t be depressed either. I should be strong, I will be strong. At least there are other ponies here in my tomb. (I’m just going to write this to someone else because I already know what happened) If you don’t know what a tomb is I’ll explain. We have A white mage (Myself), a Heavy (Aura Borealis), a scout (Anaphora), a Battle-mage (Midnight), and a Long range (Name) The role of each of us goes accordingly: I am the Healer, as the name implies, I heal and protect people. A heavy soaks up most of the damage and does a great amount of it during firefights. The light infantry is our scout, also he is the anti-mage. The Battle mage is like the regular heavy but he does more damage than he can take. Our long range is the bows man (I’ve picked up some of the skill myself), He keeps us informed while he takes them out from afar. If any of us dies that could spell disaster for all of us. Thus my job is to keep them alive. For as long as possible. No. Not as long as possible. Possible is not an option, I have to keep them alive and protected.