March 13
It is with a heavy heart that I write this situation report, Princess. Our forces have suffered a terrible loss at the Battle of Manehattan. I estimate there to be at least 500 casualties that fell to the ambush that was lying in wait for us. Among the dead is one unfortunate soul, Sergeant Cold Front. He was successful in saving his platoon from the ambush, but fell to it himself.
As you might have guessed by now, our endeavors to recapture the southwestern portion of Equestria have ended up being less than stellar in terms of results. Currently, the ponies of the Royal Guard are demoralized, and are in need of a pick-me-up. If one is not had soon, I fear the morale will drop into insurmountable levels that will only serve in getting us killed.
There’s not a single soul out there that’s not fighting for the better of Equestria, but I can’t help but see it in their faces when a fellow brother in arms falls.... they question themselves, and their motives. With every covered stretcher that enters the F.O.B., I see the soldiers remove their helmets in reverence and honor, then stare at their reflections in deep thought.
This.... war.... it’s eating them alive. I see it in every nervous twitch; every quick look over their shoulders, and how they slouch in the mess hall. You may be thinking why their slouching in the mess hall is worrisome; it is because they’re waiting for an opportunity to dive under the tables and survive a bombardment of hot rock and death; of flashing steel and soaring arrows that try to hunt them down, no matter where they hide.
The guard... my soldiers... they are scared, and have every right to be so. All the actions so far only prove my point, and this recent defeat isn’t helping matters. I’m beginning to think that although we’d be losing a strategic point in our military plans, it would be for the best if we abandoned the notion of recapturing Manehattan. It’s been proven that it’s too heavily defended.
... Princess Celestia... off the record... I want to apologize for this war happening. It was completely my fault, and now, Equestria is paying the price set for me and me alone. I know that my apologies are next to meaningless now; they’ll be equally as meaningless as those 500 families find out that Mommy or Daddy won’t be coming home, and they receive their Requiem of Service Armor... but... it’s the only thing I feel in control of.
Sorry won’t bring back the dead, and sorry sure as buck won’t be ending this war, but there’s one thing it can do; it can stir the flame of a Captain... your Captain; the Captain-Commander of the Royal Equestrian Guard. It is a reminder of why I am risking flesh and bone out here, fighting against these forces of evil in ruined cities and across blood-washed prairies and rural areas. It’s a reminder that... through all the death and destruction.... that harmony still lives.
With Love,
Captain-Commander Twilight Constella Sparkle
Twilight Sparkle, Part One
No matter how long time drags on, you will come to find out that some things just never change; they stay stagnant because it’s defining... deafening, even; almost as if your very person is summed up by this one little niche. But I’ve come to learn that these little niches are great rocks to set, great identifiers for yourself.
There are days where my identity eludes me, days I spend wondering if I really deserve to live anymore. As much as my people tend to believe I’m the type to lead.... I cannot see this for myself. “If anything, leadership shouldn’t belong to the cause of this mess; it should go to Princess Cadance, or one of the other girls.... maybe Applejack.”
Giving a deep sigh after that stray thought escaped the confines of my mind, I gave a brief flap of my wings and adjusted the tiara on my head slightly with a jingle of magic. Before me was the same ol’ mountain of paperwork that needed completion; an insurmountable tower of script requiring signatures that seemed to proliferate every time I averted my eyes for a second.
This room reminded me of one that used to belong to someone so worthy of it, so much more worthy of the title Princess; a mare of unquestionable grace, charm, tenderness, and irreplaceable leadership talent. She was the figurehead for this nation... and a very close friend; the very first best friend I’ve ever had. And yet, her time was so fleeting, even though she was the eldest of us all.
I bit my lip hard, forcing the wetness that had subconsciously formed in my eyes back into oblivion. “No more tears... you’re a big girl now, Twilight. Mom and Dad wouldn’t approve of this at all...” Looking down while shaking my head, my eyes and left hoof fell upon a document of intrigue among the towers of paper flanking my every side.
Dear Twilight,
It’s not your fault. It will never be your fault. I’m making a super-duper yummy-lovey Cherry-Berry Surprise Pie for us all.
XOXO,
Pinkamena Diane Pie
A deadpan expression, followed by gritted teeth is all I could give this note. I could practically feel Pinkie’s happiness effuse off this note, making me feel a little miffed that she could be happy at a time like this while I could not.
Crumpling the note up, I made to toss it, before noticing something on the back of it. Raising my eyebrow, I brought it up for closer inspection, just to wince as I made the connection between the red splotch and a wet spot.
“... Pinkie’s been crying while baking cherry pies again....” Sighing heavily, I threw the note into the garbage next to my brown desk. After that, I tugged at the enchanted golden armor that sat on my top half with a burst of magic. It was starting to get stuffy in my tent, and wearing this set of armor on top of royal-purple robes was only adding to my displeasure.
I went back to signing and reading legal documents after a break consisting of tea and saltine crackers. Wiping my mouth of crumbs with a napkin, I sighed and leaned back in my chair, idly playing with a bang of my mane.
“In the blink of an eye, all of Equestria was turned upside down. All it took was one event for this great land to fracture... to fall into disharmony. There’s been too many lives lost since The Fall, and this war is not helping!” I banged my hooves on the table with an exhale of distaste, and bared teeth. The entrance-flaps to my tent were on the receiving end of a potent death-stare.
“Curses,” I yelled, clenching my eyes shut. “Why does it always have to end up like this!?” My tent was silent, truly intent on letting me suffer alone. Frowning heavily - my mental state sinking further and further into annoyance - I turned my head and kicked up some magic, pulling a red tome off an antique bookshelf.
The book didn’t even get close before the dust in and on it was brushed off with a sweep of telekinetic force, the cloud blowing out of my tent and allowing me a brief glimpse of the sunny outside.
I thought I saw the beginnings of a brown stetson headed my way in a hurry, but I dismissed it after about three seconds of waiting. Opening the tome after placing it on my desk amidst the papers, my eyes devoured every paragraph until I settled on a section on the left page.
“... Sunset Shimmer and Trixie Lulamoon. The former heads the Equestrian Revolutionaries, while the latter leads The Lancers of Lulamoon and Luna; both mares have bad blood with me, and both of them have remained in hiding for more than thirteen years after predicting the deaths of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna.” Keeping my frown pasted on, I continued to flip through the tome.
“... A bit for your thoughts, Twi’?” The familiar accent of my farmer friend, Applejack, rung out through my tent in worry. As I tore my eyes away from the tome, I looked up at her and offered a smile to hide my truly sour mood; an act that would go noticed by her, no doubt, but I did it out of chivalry.
Her battle-worn armor of very durable gold plating was chipped, scratched, and even sliced-in or burned in some areas. It was a testament to how long she spent in the grinder, fighting alongside who knows how many ponies. Her trademark stetson has been made battle-worn as well, with chunks or a hole dotting its features here or there. And naturally, as time does with all things, she looked every bit of thirteen years older than when we first met.
The emerald pools I see staring into my own eyes radiated every bit of that homey hospitality the Apple family was known for. In a way, she reminded me of a steadfast, hardy lighthouse on an island coast that’s being buffeted with roiling waves and crashing lightning... but yet, she always remained standing and true to herself; a beacon of overwhelming honesty, no matter what the predicament may be.
“I’m sorry, Applejack, but I was just mulling over the thing that always puts me in a sour mood.” At my explanation, the earth mare winced as if she was slapped, adjusting her stetson in awkwardness.
“Oh...” She said quickly, almost as if the word leaped from her mouth before she could think. “... You talkin’ ‘bout that whole fiasco with Princess Celestia and Luna?” Applejack spent her walk up to my desk admiring the boring canvas of my tent, a further sign that she was - indeed - feeling a little out of place.
Giving her a nod, I shifted in my seat a little, looking down at my friend. “Yes; or more specifically, how Sunset Shimmer and Trixie found out about their deaths before I did. The deaths by way of meteor impact prevention, no less. Something of that magnitude can’t go unnoticed by Celestia or Luna, not by a long shot. Someone’s pulling the strings.” I sighed and rubbed my forehead in frustration, mindful of horn that’s protruding out. “.... The big questions are... Who and Why?”
Applejack sat down on one of the cushions stationed in front of my desk with a heavy sigh. “I don’ rightly know mahself, Twi’, but this war ain’t nothin’ but bad memories an’ broken hearts.” Grimacing, as if tasting something horrid, Applejack turned her head slightly away with a hurt face. “... Ah never would’ve imagined good ol’ Equestria in such a manner, Twi’... it just ain’t right, y’know?”
“Applejack...” I grimaced myself. It was clear how badly this war was affecting her; every day must be agony, seeing a pony get carried in on a stretcher, sometimes parts of a pony. “The most we can do is fight while looking for answers. I know how you feel about Equestria being torn asunder like this; it’s such a devastating event to behold, let alone be a part of. I just wish Sunset Shimmer and Trixie would tell me what’s going on, or how they knew of Celestia’s and Luna’s demise before it happened.”
“Everything would be so much clearer...” I trailed off, watching as Applejack looked back up at me with a face of pure determination. I cracked a smile at that, loving how valorous she looked in such apparel while standing firm.
“There’ll be plenty more fights down tha’ road, Twi’... as Granny Smith said: “It’s best ta’ face that hoard a’ trouble early on, get it outta tha’ way, and move on up ta’ somethin’ better.”” Smiling brightly, Applejack trotted around the desk and surprised me by giving a hug. “... Positions of authority be damned, I want to hug ya’, Twi’.”
My face could not leave it’s in-shock stature; I was perplexed at the sudden passion, but I returned the hug as best I could, giving a sigh of content and happiness. “... Thanks, Applejack; it really means a lot.” The mare hugging me gave a final squeeze that made me wince, before chuckling and letting go.
Tipping her stetson at me, she proceeded to head on out of my tent. “... To be honest, Twi’?... we had it easy for too long.”
I blinked, pausing in shocked silence. "Excuse me?”
Applejack’s smirk could be felt, even though she didn’t turn around. And just with those words, she left the tent. Blinking a couple more times, I placed a hoof on my chin and idly stroked it in thought.
“... The questions come quicker than the answers... how annoying.” Frowning, I went back to my tome, content on reviewing the information inside and hopefully having some type of brain blast that would spell the end for this pointless war.
There was no doubt in my mind. This would be the confrontation to spell the end of ponykind itself if I didn’t play my cards right... all of Equestria rode on every decision I made. With control of the Sun and Moon completely gone, we actually had to chart out time schedules and whatnot. Every new day brought about more information... at the cost of another’s life.
Grumbling in frustration, I decided that a nice walk was needed to clear my head. Standing up and jumping off the seat, my strides were a bit hurried as I shuffled out of my tent. Row after row of tan tents dotted the horizon, only serving to make me grimace.
“So many good soldiers... so many caskets.” Shaking the grim thought out of my head, I casually meandered my way through the sea of gold armor. Many ponies bowed or saluted, a scarce amount actually greeting me with a “good evening” or a “salutations”. No matter how happy they tried to make themselves appear, I could feel the omnipresent tension and despair. It was draped over these tents - this F.O.B. - as a pungent and thick miasma that threatened to throttle the life out of everything in its path, or under its influence.
I sighed deeply, making a left and heading for the mess hall. It’s getting about that time for dinner... it’ll be needed to help me think about the motives of those two mares, Sunset and Trixie.
