The air is silent, nothing moves.
The battlefield on which I lay so still was nothing but pure desolation.
I am feeling burnt dirt and grass on my back.
I smell Metal, Fire, Blood, and most of all i smell death.
I led my hoof slowly to my head when I felt something on my head.
Feels like a horn. Oh right, I'm a unicorn.
I sighed. In front of me outside my vision has moved something.
I tried to get up ... I failed ... I feel like my head is moved but not on my own.
I stare at the sky, a shadow-like figure grinned down at me.
"You do know that you... how shall i say... FAILED" a deep Voice says, he shouted the last word right in my face.
I spit in the face of the figure. A mixture of blood and saliva hit the figure in the middle of the forehead.
"You already know that the punishment of failure is the death" The figure said. His voice sounded bored. "Soon you will join the Others in the Void" With these last words he raised his sword. I closed my eyes. And started counting. 1.. 2.. i lived a good life 3.. 4.. 5.. i will miss it 6.. good by until the game starts again 7.. 8.. 9. ----
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The shadow-like figure looked up in the Sky and screamed "This is it Father the game is over now release me from my mortal body and let me take your place as a Champion" After he spoke his words he was lifted in the air and felt that his body is dying. His eyes widened as he did his last breath as a mortal being. After that there was silence again. And Night fell upon the land of Equestria but this Night wasn't a Night of Peace. The Land cries... Everything screamed in pain. Be it heart ache or pain of a sore no matter neither physical nor soul. But a thought relieves the pain, hope. The hope of a new life. But the greatest of all hopes was the prospect of peace.
