Blazing Hearts

by RedundantRedundancy

First published January 1st, 1970 00:00

[A fully revised version of The Tale of A Blazing Heart]
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Meet Thunder Blaze, a nomad of sorts, running from the horrors of his past life. A life that has given him unending nightmares of blood and homicide. His only comfort is to run, run from the ones who chase him down for revenge.

The time would come, eventually, when he would have to stop running, and start over, face the demons that reside within him and face those he had opposed.

Perhaps it can bear fruit to something even bigger, something that just might set his heart ablaze…perhaps that something is…love?

Chapters

NOTICE TO THE READERS
Prologue

NOTICE TO THE READERS
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Blazing Hearts

NOTICE TO THE READERS

Hello, if you come upon this notice and/or have not read my new blog post, then this will tell you..

This story is undergoing re-writing. I have decided to change the story a bit and make it less 'rushed'. So don't be expecting any new chapters coming up soon. I'm gonna make this story in sync with my other story, Au Clair De La Lune. Perhaps that way, I could create a more interesting story.

That's all for now thanks and see ya!

Arkos

Prologue
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Blazing Hearts

Prologue

"Keep running! We'll only find you later on!" Those words haunted him. It hunted him. Like an eagle soaring high above, stalking its prey. Wherever he went they were there also, they were almost always a step ahead. And he always escaped them. It was an endless game of cat and mouse. Though this one was a lot more bloody.

Thunder Blaze limped through the forest, his left hind leg bleeding from an arrow wound. His only thoughts were to survive and escape. His mind degrading to that of a cornered rat's.

"Water..." He whispered.

He kept on mumbling. His vision was blurred. His steps shaky and uncoordinated.

Then out of nowhere, hope appeared.

He saw a village, a thriving community of ponies. He saw foals running and playing, stallions and mares going about on their businesses and the occasional coulple embracing.

The only problem: he was still in the forest and there was no knowing whether he would make it or not. In his crippled state, the more he walked the faster his wound bled, the more blood poured out.

Hopelessness. Tiredness. Fear. Frustration. Pain.

These were the very things that pulled him down, both spiritually and physically.

He knew he was already dead. He would not make it. He never will.

As if on cue, he tripped. His jaw hit the ground, followed by the rest of his tired body.

The last thing he saw was the worried face of a pink-maned yellow pegasus.