The Power within

by DitzyKnax

Rating: everyone
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Length: 388

A short story About a Young colt , shadowed by hate over the rule of Paraside and adopted as a orphan to be bestowed upon his head a crown of evil, of which he does not want.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-02-16 07:02:46 UTC

Prologue

It all started When the Locusts attacked. Vile creatures of mass destruction,with large horns in front of their mouths,and A sting so Painful it would Drive a Horde of Scorpions mad. They Were Controlled by Spells that even The grand master Unicorns couldn't withhold their selves. It was a tragic night as one by one, The village was demolished. Screams of agony and pain as my father ran out onto the battlefield which was now...my home. I seen him Fight as he was being surrounded by Locusts, Breathing and sweating profusely as he looked at me. I knew he was Telling me something, yet i did not know of such things until now. All i hear is the sound of Buzzing and the look in my fathers eyes as the Locusts sent him to a shallow grave.I did not mourn..Yet i felt the need to cry, the need to understand the reason things were this way, and why the war even started between the Ponies of Paraside and the Locusts kingdom. The Bell rung as the Residents of Paraside stood amongst their homes in the middle of their front lawns, and listened to the 21 gun solute for the ones that fell that night. I on the other hoof, were busy with My fathers old Vest and leather hat that he wore on his duties off the island. Things went well after a few heart broken weeks as the village rebuilt shops and homes that were destroyed in the midst of the battle. I helped my mother who struggled with the loss of my father, and i knew if she ever needed me the most, it would be now.

My mother was a Carrot farmer, Not much of a income from selling them all season, but she had fun making others smile. She's quite a charmer to the bandits as well.She brings in food from friends who often do food stock trades with her whenever its time to pack up and head home, so were always happy with what we get. It seems like even though things went south with our Village, we still pull together as more of a family instead of just neighbors and friends, and i guess it takes more than war to tear apart what really matters, love and a great home.