Civil War Equestria

Death is everywhere. See my best friend lying dead next to my wife’s body. I don’t know where my son is. Everywhere I look I see death. A pegasus body falls from the sky, landing on what was once my wife. Yet, I don’t care. I am not scared, like the many who are hiding. Neither am I sorrowful like those who weep. Nor am I enraged like those with blood stained hooves or horns. No, I do not care. Why should I care? All I have ever loved is gone.

When I joined Cadance’s army I heard words about change and preventing destruction under Blueblood from happening. I see a change, but not a good one. I see destruction, but not the prevention of it. But, I still don’t care, I don’t care about anything anymore. I want to feel death’s warm embrace.

So, as I walk to the middle of the field to face certain death, I am content. No one will care that I have died. Wait! The sounds of destruction have stopped, the battle is over. Yet, it does not matter, another will soon begin. Alas, my religion prevents me from the destruction of my own body at my hooves.

But next battle, I will perish and it will be the last thing I do.