Equestrian War II

December 14, 1940. The Neighponese Imperial Army defends their Island like a Timber Wolf guarding it's Den.

My name is Starlight Dust-Run, though corporal Roe-Buck just calls me Stardust. As a member of John Carlpon's Mare-ine Raiders, my squad and I had our "special" tasks. One of which being sent to a small scenic neighponese beach to clear out some of Pojo's infantry. We got there with little trouble, then came the challenge. Clearing off the entire off-the-Neighponese-coastline island, with only five other stallions, I might add. As we fired at the guards on towers, they heard the shots and immediately galloped to their battle stations and started picking us off one-by-one.

Private Pyle and I ran to take cover in a nearby shack, sounds fair, right? Fair, but fatal. We were captured, thereon out beaten, tortured, even burned. Nothing too fatal, only non-lethal attacks on our bodies to make us suffer, I'd rather have been dead. 4 days later, they were merciful enough only to keep us alive, I awoken to see a Neighponese sergeant standing directly in front of me.

"You think because you say nothing, you are strong?"

As the bloody war-torn bastard knelt in front of me, every fiber of my being desired to cut his puny little throat and I most certainly would have had I not been tied to a wooden post. He looked to an even bloodier lower rank soldier and through his wretched muzzle, spit out an order. a direct translation: "Cut their throats. The savages no longer deserve to live any longer."

As I watched the lower rank-colt cut my team-mate, neigh, my closest friend, down to the ground, I started to cry.. they say tears are a sign of weakness.. none of that matters, regardless. The Neighponese private started trotting towards me, I crawled backwards in what little increments I could, just barely enough to stall him. Because as he rests a hoof on my shoulder, not only did all fear and pain leave my body, I noticed in the background a few things shifting around.