Resistance: The Equestrian War Effort

"You sure you'll be alright on the way there? It's quite a ways off." She handed the saddlebag to me.

I rolled my eyes. "You worry too much."

"Alright-That's everything. Now, remember: don't talk to any strange ponies. Make sure to say hello to Auntie for me. I'll come back in a few weeks."

"Okay. Goodbye!" I wrapped my hooves around her, and she did the same.

I waved goodbye one last time before I trotted out the door.

I was so excited! On my own for three weeks! Ponyville was the epicenter for a lot of interesting things, as well. I already knew it was going to be great.

My eyes flipped open. I tried getting back to my hooves, but the weight of my head made it seem impossible. I felt cold steel lift me from the floor. I fought the pain as I was gently placed on a mattress. I shot upright, but was forced back down by a steel hoof.

"Just wait until Fido can have a look at'cha."

Fido? He must've meant Fidelis.

I didn't fight it. I collapsed on the mattress, trying to remain as still as possible.Something wet trickled down my mane. I rose my hoof to my head. Blood.

I exhaled angrily as I let my hoof drop.

Soon, the silhouette of a pony appeared between two book cases that acted as walls.

After standing there for a while, he entered the room.

"Hey."

I rose a hoof in acknowledgement.

"You should really take better care of yourself. What is this, like, the third time I've had to fix you?"

"It's your fault this time."

Fidelis blushed a bright pink.

"Ahem, er, well... I'd better get started."

After he was done, I decided to speak up. "Where's BlackJack?"

"He's in timeout," Deadeye answered as he walked into the room.

"You bucking shot me!" BlackJack's voice blasted from across the Library.

Deadeye echoed him mockingly.

Fidelis rose to leave.

"H-hold up."

"What's up?" He turned to meet me.

"Are we gonna do it?" I questioned.

"Do what?" He slowly returned to me.

"Are we gonna look for other survivors?"

Fidelis kicked at the ground with his forehoof.

"I dunno. It's all up to Rip Corde."

A long silence ensued.

"I don't know about ya'll, but I'm hitting the sack."

We nodded in acknowledgment.

Minutes later, I was alone.

I rested my head on the pillow, shut my eyes, and let the world fade away.

After a few hours of galloping, I had finally made it to Aunt Felicia's house. I rapped once upon her door, to which she answered immediately.

"Vita! Oh, how's it goin', sweetie?"

"Hey, aunt Felicia."

"C'mon in! I've got some tea on the stove!"

"Oh...I'm not really into tea."

She looked at me, puzzled. "Since when?"

"Since...Birth, I guess."

I explained that I was deathly allergic to tea.

"Oh, I must've gotten you and your sister mixed up.Although, you can't blame me, you two are getting to look so alike."

"Yeah..."

I woke up to the sound of gunfire.

"Get back." BlackJack Demanded.

"L-look, we just want someplace safe to stay. I see you're leg's hurt pretty bad. I could fix it up!"

"We already have a doctor."

I galloped to the scene. Two ponies stood at the Library's entrance, BlackJack's rifle aimed at them.

I gave BlackJack an alarmed look."BlackJack! What the heck's going on?"

"Nothing that concerns you."

Rip Corde was the next to join us.

"BlackJack! Put the gun down! That's an order!"

He gave a dirty look to RipCorde. "Whatever."

"What is it? What do you want?" Rip Corde's voice was harsh, but showed no emotion.

"W-w-well, uh, We saw the town hadn't been destroyed entirely, and we thought, uh...um..."

The pony, a purple unicorn mare with a straight, violet mane, brought her eyes to mine.

"Her! I know her! I saved her life!"

I took a few hoof steps back in surprise.

"Um, uh...Vita! Yeah! It's me!"

Rip Corde turned to me.

"You know her?"

I nodded my head, nervously.

"Fine. They can come in."

"Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou! We've been looking everywhere for a-"

"Only for today. Until we can decide if you're any use to us."

The purple mare, Twilight, looked down, brokenhearted.

Minutes later, Rip Corde began her interrogation.

"Did you bring any food? Do you have weapons? What's your name? Who's the mousey pony with you? Where are you from? Can you fight?"

"You don't know me? Well, my friends and I only saved Equestria twice..." Twilight responded.

Rip Corde lifted her head in interest. "Wait, are you trying to tell me you're one of the six?"

"Yes."

After a pause, Rip Corde leaned back. "Bull crap."

"No! Really, I am! Look!" Twilight dug a scroll out of her saddlebag.

"You see that seal?"

Out of curiosity, I trotted over to get a better view.

A button made of what appeared to be made of gold held to pieces of velvet cloth together, tying the scroll shut. Inscribed on the seal was a horseshoe tilted to the side, making a "C" shape.

Rip Corde looked up. "Gonna have to do better than that."

"Fine." Twilight opened the letter, and held it proudly in front of Rip Corde.

"How do I know you didn't write that?"

The purple unicorn let out a furious moan, flinging her head upward in anger.

"Alright, Fine! Spike!"

She looked as though she was going to say something, but stopped.

Soon, her face turned a pale, almost pinkish color. Then, she collapsed, and began sobbing.

"Spike...No..."

Rip Corde looked at me, as if she expected me to fix the broken mare.

May as well try. "Uh...It's Twilight, right?"

She nodded.

Was this even going to work? "So, uh...What happened? Who exactly is Spike?"

She shut her eyes tightly. "It's my fault. It's all my fault."

Jeez...."Look...You can talk to me. We all lost someone."

"You don't get it! He was like... my little brother!"

I thought a while. "I lost my sister."

She looked up, as if to ask, "How's that supposed to make me feel better?"

I was getting sick of this. "Well, guess what? I'm not trying to make you feel better. Honestly, I don't give a flying feather as to how you feel. Your brother died. So did a shipload of other ponies. It's not fair, but crying about it won't do anything. Get over it! We can't waste time mourning them. We have to survive. We can't let these things beat us."

She looked at me as if she couldn't believe what I said.

I couldn't care less. I cantered away from her.

"Is this the same filly that AppleJack said I had to save?"

I looked back to her.

"No."