Author's Note

Blooblood's Guard's POV

Just A Laughter Away: 2

I had been guarding his door, sitting just outside of his room. I had expected it to be an easy job, who wouldn't? I know he isn't the most popular of all the Ponies of Equestria, but he isn't exactly hated. At least, not to my knowledge.

I had heard a laughter from his bed, and it sure wasn't his. Just that I'm guarding his door, not his window. I couldn't imagine any Pony sneaking in through his window, even if it may have been opened. Breaking in isn't overly common here. Not entering through a window. Maybe it was presumptuous of me to expect the window to be guarded, but it was after all the door I'm guarding.

If I had suspected what was passing in his room, I would have burst in, in hopes to save him, or at least protect him. Even if it had cost me my life, it would have been preferable. I missed even that chance. Now I'll be the laughing stock among guards.

I had missed my chance, and now it was all flowing down the drain, just as my master's blood dripping down on the floor, unseen, unheard. He is lost to us all. I can't save him, not even if I had been the best of doctors, not even Celestia could have saved him, when I realised what had happened.

At the appointed time, I open the door to his room, it is dark and gloomy. There is a smell of fresh blood, but not a sound from him. He isn't there, since he had been replaced by a corps, his body.

Why did it have to be me, why did I have to be the one to find this empty room, devoid of life and joy? If I had not cared about him, cared for him, it had still been a devastating discovery on my part.

At first I refused to believe my eyes, since it is simply impossible. Only then it hit me, like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky, or a crate of bricks from the roof of a very tall building. I'm done for and finished. It was my duty to make sure none was going past me in order to enter the room.

As I had looked closer in order to see what I knew couldn't be there, I had realised the horrendous truth, but the only thing proving what had happened, is a large pool of blood in and under the bed, his bed.

I simply collapsed on the floor, wailing as if I had seen a ghost in the middle of the day. This is where I had been found, still lost in tears, shuddering, still wailing, but with a hoarse voice.