In Darkness

The only sounds echoed constantly through the two mares ears. Constantly repeating the same clip clop noise against hard almost frozen ground. The same stench, the same agonizing stench of something they would rather forget filling their senses. They would wish for the darkness to go away, but they know that wishing can only go so far. The purple mare of the two knew this the most. They were walking in the darkness for safety not because they wanted to.

Soon the sounds of lowered a bit as one of the mares stopped. Her head hung low. She didn't want to move. It seemed she was frozen just like the ground they walked on. She seemed just like the trees around her that gave off the same aura just like everything else that was or was not in the forest. Devoid of any life. Of any hope. The other mare stops realizing the sound and turns to look at the mare. Though they could barely see each other they could make out each other's figure due to the contrast of the darkness around them.

The purple mare knew that the other traveler wanted rest. She did also but knew better than to now. It was, as it always seems to be of late, too late to worry about such things. She reaches out her hoof and is about to say something but closes her mouth as the other mare begins to walk forward again. No words had to be spoken. Their actions alone was enough to spark and end the conversation.

The other mare has heard the words of her companion so many times. We have to keep moving, don't stop, we can't rest yet, come on we have to make it, we're probably almost there. Almost. That word was how she described a lot of things at this point. Almost this, almost that... almost everything. Her. She would say 'I'm almost dead'.

She didn't want to talk. Not now at least. There was... too much to think about. Too great of a distance to walk to get away. No, not to walk away, not to run away, not even to get away, but to forget. Yes, walking to forget the.

She stops again and soon the forest is once again quiet. The empty void of noise put the more rational one, as she would see herself, on edge. She hated the quiet. It only meant no more progress. Even if they were walking in the dark more way than one. The one in lead takes a sharp inhale of breath and turns around. She can't help herself from letting loose words from her mouth.

She could feel herself yelling but couldn't understand her words. Nothing went through her mind as she yelled. She just yelled. And cried. She was tired, fed up, and angry. She couldn't stop herself. She didn't even want to stop herself from yelling at the meek pony. She knew she would hate herself but at this point in time. She really didn't care.

She was just angry and fed up and couldn’t handle it anymore. This was her stress reliever. What surprises her is the mares reaction.

A swift hoof shut her up. The words stop spewing from her mouth to be replaced with blood. She turns to say something else but is met with another hoof against her muzzle. Meek mare stands over the unicorn with a frown on her face. The meek pony couldn't stand it any more. She’s put up with this so much being the weaker one. Always the quiet pony that could just be pushed around.

Not anymore. A series of hooves come across the unicorn. crippling her forelegs and caving in her chest. The mare under her is streaming but she doesn't care. Nor would anypony nearby if there was anypony. For all she knew it was just them two. And the darkness.

The cries of the unicorn turned to whimpers and then silence. For it’s silence that rules with the darkness. It’s always been like that. Noise was just a mistake. It always has been. Hasn't it? None of that mattered to the no longer meek pony. For in darkness we walk blindly as we do in the light.