Still Alive

'...I'm...Alive???'

Quick Step's eyes wouldn't open, but his hearing was coming back to him.

"-e's -ing up!!!"

"-r sure -tor???"

"His heart rate's risen. I'm sure he's awake."

Quick Step groaned. "Where...where...am I???" His voice sounded strange, as if there was something in his mouth.

"Hello sir!!! Glad to see your finally awake. I'm Doctor Fixer, and this is Nurse Kind Heart."

"It's...nice to meet you...I'm...Quick Step...Am I...in a hospital???"

"Indeed you are. You were in quite the nasty situation when we found you: most of your ribs were broken, you had a major concussion, one of your lungs was about to collapse, you almost lost your left forehoof, had third degree magical burns, and all of your knees were dislocated. After we got you stabilized you fell into a coma. You've been out of it for two years!!!"

"Do you have any idea why I was that bad off???"

"Well, we found you after the changeling invasion. Your a tough customer, I'll tell you that."

Quick Step, to his credit, remained silent.

"...Can you get me some ink, a quill, and some paper???"

"Of course."

--------------------------------------Six Months Later...------------------------------------------

Quick Step walked up to the podium, where many cameras began flashing.

"Mister Quick Step, why is it you've decided to publish your book???"

Quick Step adjusted the microphone before speaking. "It's rather simple, really. I want ponies to know that I'm no hero, that I didn't fight the changelings because of my morals. I only fought for one thing: Revenge. I lost everything because of them, but I am no better than them, for I took that from them and even more."

"Mister Quick Step, what are you going to do with the money made from sales of your book???"

"I'm going to donate most of the funds to the various charities formed to help the victims of the Changeling attack. The rest of the money will go towards my way of paying my respects to those who died on that tragic day."

"Mister Quick Step, can you tell us some of what happened that day, from an outsider's viewpoint???"

"...I don't see why not...Fair warning for those faint of heart, your going to want to leave the room, because I plan on going into excruciating detail."

About half of the ponies inside the building left, clearly not the type for the tale he was to tell.

"It all began, on that fateful day, that the changelings attacked..."