A mare sat on her haunches staring down the hall. Her ice white mane hung loosely across her face in a horrid dirty mess. Her face lit from below by the emerald green light emanating from the end of not only her life but that of an even greater monster. Her eyes, haunted and distant. Re-living the unforgivable last few months over and over again as her eyes moved to stare into the miniature hell that was a balefire egg. Her red magic clutched it inches from her body. The green fire within the egg, maddening, yet beautiful was trapped within only the thinnest of prisons waiting to be released. The flames promised power and yet also whispered of destruction on an unprecedented scale. The mare stared at the tool, the tool of her destruction.

This mare was me.

My body shivered as I closed my eyes grabbing the egg and hugging it to my chest with my forelegs. The voice… her voice was asking… no… begging me to stop this. It tried to force me, tried to prevent the inevitable. My mind was straining, my body growing harder to move. I pushed back as hard as I could against her influence. Nearly dropping the egg at the effort it took to fight her off. Walk just… walk to the end of the catwalk ignore the mental screams, the pleading.

I want to save you!

I want to help you!

Don’t do this!

Lies, all lies.

All it wanted was a tool, someone to go do it’s dirty work so it didn’t have to risk the lives of its monsters.
One of the voices monsters came to stop me…
It would die… What was another body? Another ghost to follow my damned soul. The monster lied, tried to trick me, called me “Sister” it didn’t even start putting up a shield until I pulled a combat knife. It was too late though as the knife plunged into its skull. Through the screams of the voice at its monsters death I pressed on without my knife.

After what felt like a millennia of fighting its presence in my mind I made it to the end of that long stretch of metal. Still I held the egg to my chest. The cat walk long unused groaned under my weight. It would bring more monsters, they would kill me or… there were worse things here than death.

I stepped up to the edge and looked down at the swirling blue in the vat below. The voice cried out still trying to convince me to stop what I knew was right.

They had to die.

The voice and this… monster that I had let myself become. It wasn’t me anymore, not after what I had done. What I had let happen. It was time to die… and I’d take the one responsible for my damnation with me.
One balefire egg, two problems Equestria needed out of the way to thrive.
So why was it that my hooves refused to move? Why couldn’t I jump into the vat? Why couldn’t I kill this… thing that squirmed inside my skull, the thing that made me do such horrible things?

Because I didn’t want to.

I want to join with her and save our kind.

These monsters were not my kind!

I stood at the edge of that catwalk staring down into the blue monster lurking within that monstrous substance. I had to jump, I had too!

I clutched the egg to my chest…

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This isn’t the start of my story -- To get to that we need to go back months.
I am a Stable pony... I was a Stable pony, from Stable 13. My name is Tinker and this, this is the story about how my life ended...

Author's Note

Hi guys, I’ve been working on this story for quite a while and have managed to do the prologue and chapter one by today (February 2016) however considering I started in early 2015 I wouldn’t expect regular updates. As much as I’d love to pump this stuff out as much as I can I simply don’t have the time to write as much as I’d like. Originally I’d planned to wait until I finished the first 5 chapters before I started posting but I really need feedback on how this is all going so I can adjust things. I’m not that great of a writer so don’t be too harsh ^^; thanks to anyone who's read this far.