“The End… That’s all that surrounds our lives… We try to avoid it for as long as we can, but eventually we’ll all die from it.”

Had I read this a while ago, I would believe it myself. Everypony would’ve.

However, now we know this isn’t true. We know we can rise up and against it all. The only problem is that only a chosen few can do it.

We are the Lightbringers. It’s our fate that we purge the End away from Equestria. The End can never been completely destroyed sadly, only maintained.

Let’s start from the beginning, so all of this will make sense. So that whoever reads this after I die can continue on fighting.

For eighteen years now, Equestria has been in an almost uninhabitable state. Consumed by a dark fog, where creatures you would only dream up in nightmares lurk. What we know as ‘The End’.

It invaded Equestria when I was only a young colt. Nopony saw it coming, there were no signs that the fog spreading quickly across the land was home to unholy creatures.

I lived in Vanhoover, one of the first places consumed into the End’s domain. It was a simple town, not too much to worry about other than a few heavy storms that were planned. Fog was normal in the mornings, which is another reason we didn’t expect a thing.

It was a normal morning, I was playing inside with my toys. I was having fun, I was happy with my life. That changed in a sudden instant.

There was a rather large explosion outside, followed by screams of nearby ponies. I remember dropping my toys immediately, and just staring at my window. Shaking, I stood up and looked out.

Most of what I could see was fog. It was so dark, something didn’t seem right about it. There wasn’t.

My door quickly swung open. It was my mother, who called me to follow her immediately.

“Don’t waste any time, we need to leave!” She said, sounding very panicked. I was speechless, whatever was happening scared me. I just nodded and followed her as fast as possible down the stairs.

My father was there, but something was wrong. He was in his guard suit. It was his day off, why did he everything on? What scared me the most though, was not only did he have his armour on, but he had his sword as well.

Only to be used at times of war, guards were given a sword after the changelings had attacked Canterlot for the second time. My father never needed his sword before, most guards just left their swords at the guard station because of that reason.

But my father wore both his armour and his weapon with him. Whatever was happening was very serious.

“Dad, what’s happening?” I managed to get out through my fear. My father normally was a cheery pony, but serious when the time called for him to be.

“I don’t know, little Spark.” Sword Spark is my name. My father always called me ‘little Spark’ though. “Whatever it is, we have to evacuate Vanhoover through the train. There is one stationed there now, if we’re fast enough we can get on.”

I didn’t like the sound of that at all. I didn’t like the sight when my mother opened the front door either. All you could see was the dark fog. You could make out figures in the darkness though, just barely.

My Dad stepped outside. “Stay close behind me. I’ll protect you.” Screams and cries for help were heard coming through the fog. Whatever was in there, was definitely killing ponies.

My eyes were already watering. I was scared, but I listened and followed right behind my father. My mother stayed right behind me. I understand now that she was doing it so if anything attacked, I had the highest chance of survival.

We crept through Vanhoover, almost seeming like it was in the night. Once you go into the fog, your vision is clouded from all sides. Light is all you can make out. The easiest way to explain would be to imagine a moonless night and you were looking off into the distance towards Los Pegasus.

Somehow, my father was able to navigate us just with city lights. To this day, I still question how, maybe he just knew the way by heart. However, that’s not to say it was a simple walk. We had to be as quiet as possible and with a crying colt, it was difficult.

“It’ll be okay dear. Just breathe and follow your father. Everything will be alright.” My mother would whisper in my ear as we went along. It didn’t do too much considering every minute or so something would happen.

The smell of blood started to take over when we were about halfway there. If I didn’t know we were surrounded by the blood of all sorts of ponies, it’s smell made it known. However, I did know considering we had stepped in multiple blood splatters and puddles on the way to the train station.

There was a point where I couldn’t continue anymore. We stumbled upon the mauled body of somepony. I couldn’t see it very well, but I felt open flesh oozing with blood. I started crying immediately, I couldn’t continue to walk. My father tried to hush me, but I wouldn’t stop.

He grabbed me and threw me on his back. He informed my mother to follow close. We started to run the rest of the way. It was because I was crying, I was making noise so my father knew that we couldn’t get by as easy anymore from whatever was in the fog.

We made it to the point where the train station was about 100 hoofsteps away. That’s when everything got about ten times more intimidating and frightening.

Not only could you hear something large begin to chase, you could make out it’s outline clearly through the fog. If you took a timberwolf, doubled it’s size and added more muscle instead of wood, that’s about as close as I can remember.

My parents ran as fast as they could. The monster of course followed right behind. Ponies were already on the train. How I knew? The train doors opened as soon as we reached them.

We crowded in just as the train whistle told us that the train was going to leave. The thing outside didn’t want that however.

It slammed into the side of the train. Once, then twice before some pony decided to put a stop to it. That pony was of course my father. He set me down.

When I looked into his eyes, you could see what he was about to do. I was already crying.

“Be good for your mother.” He told me and he hugged me. “I love you son.” He kissed me on the forehead and then turned to my mother who was now crying.

“Thank you for a wonderful life. I love you.” My mother latched around him, and didn’t want to let go. My father made her though and sat her down beside me.

“Why?” My mother pleaded with him.

“It’s my job to put my life on the line for everypony.” He answered and turned to the pony nearest to the door being hit. “Open on three.” He told him as he drew his sword out with his magic.

His countdown, his face, his blade ready. I’ll never forget. Once three was reached the door flung open only for a second though. “Come and get it!” my father yelled as he jumped out and slashed at the creature of the fog. His blade made contact with whatever it was, because you heard the sound of the slash tear through something.

It was the last you heard though, because right after the doors were shut and the train rumbled as it began to take off.

“Dad!” I cried out as I felt the train leaving. My mother wrapped a hoof around me. She was still crying as much as I was. Just like I had lost my father, she lost her love.

My father died that day. Whether it was by the creature that followed us or not, nopony will ever know. But I know for a fact he died in Vanhoover that day. He died a hero.

The evacuation train continued to carry everypony who was lucky to make it towards Canterlot. That was where it was considered safe. ‘Was’.

Author's Note

Something I've just been writing, I really like it and was sassed at to post it here so there. Happy now? You know who are you are... =P