Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!
Make it stop...
Hahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha!!
I turn around. He is still chasing me, with that wicked, evil grin on his face. Laughing at me.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
His horn glowed and a bolt of bright blue magic shot from it and hit my back leg, making the world tumble and my face hit the sand. He rolls me over with his hoof and puts his horn to my forehead. It glows and the last thing I see is his snickering face covered in my blood, then white. My vision returns and I'm in a dark room. I'm panting and my skin is cold. Just a dream... just a dream. I'm all right. I calm myself down and fall back to sleep.
I shouldn`t be alive.
While serving in the Equestrian Military, I was chased down and shot in the face by a comrade who had gone insane. The magic bolt graced my skull and missed my brain, with nothing more than a concussion. The surgeons fixed me up with nothing more than some minor scarring. But sometimes I wish I did die that day. Instead I am forced to relive the events of that goddamned war in the desert everytime I close my eyes.
