My Soul Reborn: Silver Eyes

by Cr1mZ0nX3r0

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe, Adventure, Human, Anthro
Length: 381

A lone soldier falls in battle after losing everything worth fighting for and reawakens in a new world full of ponies, with a new body. How will this ex-soldier handle this new world of peace?

What does one do when they lose everything worth fighting for, how do you continue on? After losing everything worth fighting for, a lone soldier falls upon the desolate battlefield he fought on, only to reawaken in a new world full of human-like ponies and with a new body that couldn't be anymore ironic. How will this battle hardened soldier handle being in a world of peace and harmony, untouched by the flames of war? Will he be able to let go of the past and open his heart, or will the ghost of his past consume him?

One story of a three part tale.
All three stories run on the same timeline, so feel free to read them in any order.
Feedback is much appreciated as it does help.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-04-06 10:33:21 UTC

Prologue

In a world reduced to waste by the never ending conflicts of war, the sounds of gunfire and thundering booms of explosions can be heard far off in the distance as a lone soldier wanders through the remnant ruins of a city. Dressed in ragged, tan fatigues with a tattered scarf draped around his neck while several dog tags are wrapped around his clenched hand, this young but battered man walks with an empty, hollow gaze in his steel gray eyes. With slow and sluggish strides, he continues walks, but no man can endlessly walk without stop or rest and this young man is no exception. His strength final runs dry and he stumbles before falling to the ground like a sack of dead weight. With no more energy left in him and no reason to even continue going, his hollow eyes slowly begin to close as he exhales his last breath of life. And by some unexplained phenomenon, the sorrowful sound of wolves howling could be heard from all around the world, singing their mournful song as if somehow sensing the passing of a fellow kin.

In the ever peaceful world of Equestria, Celestia's beautiful sun shines brilliantly over the land as the friendly folk of the Apple family in the bustling town of Appleloosa are hard at work in the Apple orchard. It's another season of apple-bucking and it seems to be their busiest year as a fairly young stallion wearing a brown vest takes a moment to lift the stetson hat atop his head and wipe the sweat from his brow. It was a hot day, as it always is in Appleloosa, but it was still a beautiful day with a few stray clouds in the sky and a gentle breeze every so often. But, before the sandy yellow farm stallion could get back to work, he hears a commotion nearby and look over to see a young filly running towards him while yelling out his name.

"Breaburn, Breaburn! Come quick!" the little filly calls out as she runs up to the young stallion and grabs his hand before dragging him along.

"Now hold on. What's all the fuss 'bout?" the stallion known as Breaburn question while being pulled along by the surprisingly strong filly.