The Life of Death

by CrisisSoulfire

Rating: teen
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Random, Dark
Length: 284

My name is... Huh, my name. My name isn't important I have to many anyway, just call me death. I'm the youngest sibling of the royal family, pretty ironic considering I've existed longest but ask that's complicated. this is the st

My name is… Huh, my name. My name isn't important I have to many anyway, just call me death. I'm the youngest sibling of the royal family, pretty ironic considering I've existed longest but more on that later. this is the story of my "life". or more importantly how it was torn asunder by six ponies in a town called Ponyville.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-09 14:38:25 UTC

Prologue-Arrival

Call me what you want, it's all the same. I have many names: the fourth horse of the apocalypse, Yama, Thanatos, tolling bell, the pale mare.. that last one doesn't make sense to me though because my coat is crimson, matching my bright red mane with the black and white streaks running down it. My mane covers one of my eyes despite being rather short, those who actually know me say I look like some grown up scene foal going to a rave. Sometimes my coat even matches my eyes but my eyes tend to change color almost daily. I sit on a mountain overlooking the small town of Ponyville trying to decide what gender and race I should take for tonight's job. Little known fact, every member of the royal family with the exception of Dymentio(father time) and Sub Terra(mother nature) can change their appearance. After about ten minutes of thinking I decide to go as a female Pegasus seemed fitting especially for tonight's target in Ponyville. I looked again at my list of names to see the only one left for the night: Fluttershy- reason for death: rabies, infected wound, profuse bleeding. unfortunately her body is to frail to be lifted to the hospital without causing more damage and unfortunately because of the winter weather the hospital is swamped with feather flu patients and the house call won't arrive until it's too late. As I am trotting up to the cottage I stop. There are voices coming from inside. "Damn." I say I was just going to go inside and take her soul. "It looks like I'm going to have to improvise." And with that I headed to the door.