The Awakening of The Mind...
If I try hard enough I can remember a time we were here together, our young little lives in a backwater town that held no interest to any except the passing nomadic merchant. The birds sung the most wonderful of tunes, they wished no harm on anypony and only wanted in life was to sing. It was and still is the most saddest, beautiful thing I've ever thought of. The grass never yellowed, the trees bore ripe fruit every season, the cold of winter never bothered me when you were there. The flakes of snow were like dancers in the day and lovers in the night.
For such a tiny town we had a diverse population of ponies. Like clockwork we all were a cog in a bigger machine, the Pegasi took to the air, the Earth ponies dug in the ground and sprouted new life, the unicorns housed the other two and kept them at peace.
Like a traitorous kin the poison of darkness crept near but we were blind to it. The light of life kept us blind to the darkness and for that I was thankful, until it took what I valued most. It started near the outskirts, the farms. It nested in corncribs and poisoned the food of our little town. It festered in the hearts of these ponies. Those afflicted didn't last long before they were taken. Now the light was being chipped away. Our covers were being removed and left behind the bloody wounds, unrecoverable. The darkness surrounded the town. It only had to wait.
Our hearts and foods had been poisoned. We were at each other's throats at trying to find a solution.
