Times Forgotten

Interlude I

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"Dear Pinkie,

Everything seems to be going well I suppose, now that we're underground. So far the soldiers have been rationing our food, but everypony understands (though I personally, hate it) and they are fine with the regulations. It's been pretty routine here: Everypony wakes up at six, eats breakfast around that time, do random appointed job for the next eight hours (our father and I were stationed for mining), have a break twice within those hours; lunch for the first break and rest for the second, and once work is done they escort you back to your apartment, lights out after twelve, rinse and repeat.
Simple, sure, but it keeps everypony going and gives them something to do. I've been working my tail off breaking up rock after rock, but then again, our family's been doing that for their whole lives. Hopefully this whole war thing clears up eventually, so I can get back to the home I know and love.
Our mom and Marble are working in textiles--which sounds boring. As for Maud... I've been hearing from the soldiers that they planned to recruit her as one of them--whether she wanted to, or not. I don't know much about the Equestrian Military, but do they really recruit ponies into their ranks by force? If so, I won't let that slide. If it meant for her safety, I'd volunteer in her place. I'd be really furious if they asked for Marble, or our dad--that won't happen! I won't let any of my family members get drafted!!!
Sorry. I wrote stronger words about it, but it's better you didn't read my vulgar rants.
I've also been hearing rumors about the state Ponyville's in; how it's been evacuated, and everypony is preparing themselves for an oncoming battle. Are they true? Have they evacuated the town? Please, Pinkie, tell me! We're worried about you. Oh, and your friends too. Tell me they're all okay. Tell me you're okay..."

Your sister,
Limestone Pie

P.S.
Please. Don't be dead...