An icy breeze rattled the trees outside, as the leaves reciprocated with violent shudders and shivers. The divine alicorn's mane spilled out into a long flowing pool, shifting and moving with the wind- the cool air still exceptionally uninviting. Despite the infinite gusts of wind pulling at the divine beast's mane ferociously, she looked rather calm and collected. She focused on the moon as it traveled past a group of dark grey clouds that loomed over her, and with a warm smile she gazed ever farther. She closed them, inhaling deeply as the cool autumn wind ran up her nose, the scent of roasted pumpkin seeds wafting up from one of her subect's chimneys. Yes, it was a calm night.

The Alicorn, Celestia, often watched the forest from her balcony to observe her best warriors do what they did best- fight. They're exceptional at what they do, and are quite capable; despite this, the divine presence prefers pacifism over domination.

There was one thing that stood in the way of her and peace, however. The creatures her people had been subject to the decade prior had greeted them with genocide and murder, and nearly killed them all with a deadly explosive.

In retaliation, she sent the device back to the ones who sent it with a counter spell, which only served to anger more of them.

She never originally intended for them to be killed off, but they lashed out and left her no choice. Striking back, there was a seven year war for control of their planet, which had finally been relinquished to her. Now all that was left was to get rid of the rest of them, by all means available to her.

Throughout the years they had been persistent with their intent to lead a rebellion... which typically lead to them generally annoying her. They just refused to give up.

“Excuse me Celestia, you said you wanted green tea, right?” Celestia jumped in shock, her eyes widening, before settling back down after she realized it was only her maid.

“Yes, that's fine.” She sat on her haunches tiredly as a silver platter encased in a writhing green cloud of magic was set on the table. On top of the tray, her requested green tea sat, along with some cookies that weren’t necessarily what she asked for, but were a pleasant surprise to her.

“Will that be all, Princess? Would you like for me to fetch someone to play music?” The maid asked, tilting her head. Celestia said nothing at first, but looked back into the consistent pattern of stars laid out on the night sky.

“You do not mind chatting with me for a moment, do you?" Asked the princess. The maid shook her head, taking a seat at the opposite end of the table. "The night sky is quite pretty out tonight, isn't it?" Princess Celestia sat, a blank expression painted to her face. The maid nodded her head, the fur atop her head bouncing with it. "Humans went there, once. I read it in a book that a young boy had left me, as he told me stories from far out there, beyond the planet. It's ironic, then, that they would be so violent and disgusting to us despite what is so clearly a beautiful species. They are sentient bipedal creatures that regard us with malicious intent.” Celestia glumly rested her head between her forelegs, her eyes lifting back up the starry night sky. "It is not our fault that we're here now, but we are. Is it wrong to defend ourselves in a place we are clearly not welcome? We have no where to go- they leave us no choice but to fight back."

“They brought this upon themselves.” Shaking her head, the maid stood back up to collect the loose dishes in the room.

“Indeed.” Celestia sighed, scanning the sky for familiar constellations from home.

After collecting all of the loose dishes, the maid politely excused herself from the room to have them cleaned, leaving the princess to her lonesome once more.

“Lucky for us that they don't know how to interact with the weave. Magic in the hands of anarchists would have been a nightmare." Celestia chuckled to herself.

“I suppose.” A shadowy figure crept out of the walls, materializing behind the princess, as the newest member of the party began to take shape.

“Luna! Goodness, you scared me! What are you doing here?” Celestia, who had been rightfully startled by her sister's presence, shook off the chills her sister had brought to the room with her foreboding materialization spell.

“Sister, a girl has been spotted not far from here in the forest. We were informed by a patrol that our hunters would take care of her.” Luna proudly stood beside her sister with a bright smile, obviously giddy with the information being presented. “We have a squad ready on your command, moment notice departure."

“Give it a moment. We wait and see if it is going to present itself as a threat, or if it has come to surrender. This is a cold, unforgiving night to be killed. I do not wish for the girl to die."

"Understood, 'Tia. We will relay the message to the patrol."

"Wonderful." The princess returned to her balcony to watch the forest, as a the chilly wind slid past her, shaking the trees while loose leaves blew away sharply into the dirt...

Closing my copy of The 5th Wave, I slide the novel back into my knapsack, behind most of my more important stuff. I got a good reading session out of it, and with my head to the sky, I often got glimpses of the pretty night sky.

The sky used to be a place of wonder, as people told stories of hopes and dreams that we would finally get to see as reality. When we finally got to see what came from beyond the stars, I don't think many of us expected multicolored ponies and dragons. Nobody would have guessed that Unicorns could actually be the bad guys. Now when I look at the sky, I just get the impression we're being watched by some greater power to entertain them.

The really scary part wasn't even the dragons or other monsters, it was Alicorns.

Unicorns are capable of drawing magic directly from their horns, which means they're basically glass cannons. They typically hurl evocations and hexes, while some are proficient with schools like abjuration and conjuration; I've heard stories of transmutation and even rumors of necromancy, too. The point is that each unicorn has a different list of spells they're proficient with, which means that they're incredibly dangerous and difficult to handle if there's no quick way to figure out what spell they'll try killing you with.

Of course, that doesn’t necessarily mean we will all die- despite how well their magic serves them, a bullet has proven to be a good counter to the unicorn spell problem.

On the other hand, Alicorns are a completely different story. Alicorns, (Celestia, Luna, and Cadence) are a combination of Pegasus, Unicorn, and Earth Ponies, or so they say. Not like I'd know. I'm working off of assumption here. What Alicorns are also known as is a big ton of ass. The only reason I know this stuff is because of the people I run into walking through the country. Those people are the ones who survived long enough to see one in action.

I've never seen one. I've heard of them. But I don't have much in terms of solid info at the moment.

I remember one day, when I was scavenging for food in a local 7/11, the moon came out and blocked the whole sun. It turns out that Alicorns can move things as huge as the sun and moon.

I don’t even want to think about the time the sun began spinning around our planet so fast that it nearly blinded me and my sister. It makes me want to kick something. Pricks.

My eyes drift away from the pitch black sky, and pull my copy of The 5th Wave closer to me. Yeah, now I know how Cassie feels. Poor Cassie. Poor me. Yawning, I slip it into my backpack, and stand up to stretch once more.

Of course I wasted, like, 3 hours to look at the stars. Not that I would really call it ‘wasting’, since I needed that calm peace. Otherwise, I might have just lost it out here so close to the enemy. I was beginning to go insane talking to myself.

I can’t stay in this forest any longer. I find myself pulling my M9 out of my backpack, as well as my final bottle of water. I open the cap and take a small sip, before jogging into the forest because I need to stretch my legs. The trees fly by me in a blur of green and brown, as I jump over logs and creeks. Nearly tripping over a rock, I stop for a short break. I put the bottle back to my lips, and fill up on some clear, pure water.

Ah. Who would have known that water would be such a delicacy when something like this would happen. Well, I mean... Not a delicacy, but a necessity. But necessitys are delicacys in my book.

I begin to walk through the woods rather than run, humming. I don't know what I'm humming, I just feel like I need something to do. The woods are quiet. But... Something's wrong.

Now, I’m not an expert investigator extraordinaire, but I’m alive for one reason and one reason only.

Attention to detail.

Usually, the forest is full of the little crickets chirping and doing whatever the hell they do. They usually shut up when someone comes near.

So someone... Somepony... Is stalking me.

I stop as I hear a stick snap. My eyes go wide as I remember what happened last time, and I jump directly to my left. A bolt of pure magic whizzes near my head, as I squirm in the dirt, trying to stand up. I scramble behind a tree, pure fear coursing through me. Heart pounding, I close the cap on my now empty water (which had spilled all over the fucking floor when I dodged the death ray).

Another flying projectile of concentrated matter flies to the left of me as I realize just how screwed I am right now. Chances are about equal right now, and the Unicorn (Please god, if you’re up there don’t be an Alicorn) has the upper hand. It has me right behind this tree, and is just waiting for me to run for it.

I could wait for it to tire out it’s magic, but it would have already called reinforcements. Which means it has got to go.

I lift up the M9 and shove the barrel to the side of the tree where I can open fire safely. If I don’t kill this hunter now, the whole palace will be coming for me. To kill me. I won’t have even the smallest chance of being spared. Yep. I’m in quite the predicament.

I pull my M9 back to the safety of my tree, and check the clip. I really don’t have enough ammo to go to waste. This Unicorn is going to kill me, just like… just like... I need to focus. I need to shut up.

I let some air into my lungs, and begin to count to 10. One. Two. Three. Fuck it, nevermind. The moment passed.

I’m not going to let it kill me, I can’t. I peek behind cover, and my eyes go wide when I see the Hunter rushing at me with it’s horn pointed directly at me. It has a wonderfully pure and clean brown coat, with very beautiful eyes the color of blueberries. It's mane is a darker shade than the rest of it's body, along with it's tail, too.

“Shi-” I drop to the floor at the last second, and feel the things hooves trample all over my black hoodie. It tries to skid backwards to face towards me again, but I’m too fast for it. I grab hold of it’s neck, and swing it onto it’s back.

Desperately, it fires another bolt of magic, but it flies off into the beautiful night sky. I gulp as I see it try to shove me off of it. Slamming my palm into its snout quickly, I fill my lungs with some clear air.

“You tried to kill me!” I snarl. I look into it's eyes, and see a fearful feeling of panic flash through them, and I can't help but feel sorry for it. Who knows. It might be me in that ponies shoes if I turned myself in. And I really hope it wasn’t human before this. I’d feel horrible.

It says nothing, but I can see that it understood exactly what I said. I pull back my arm, and punch it directly in the snout, and then again in the throat.

Letting it go only results in it retching in the dirt, trying to breathe as tears come to it’s eyes. It coughs up some spit, as it tries to regain its breath.

I lift up my pistol, and put it against it’s temple.

“Listen here, buddy. I am NOT going to die by some jerk that has to take out orders from someone who can’t even leave a room in a palace. No, she only watches events unfold before her. I don’t know if you used to be human, or if you never were, but I’m giving you a chance to go back where you came from without turning back. If I so much as see you turn your head an inch, I will blow your brains out. Am I clear?” I try to keep a calm voice, a calm posture, because frankly, I have never experienced an event like this in my whole three years of being alone. Sure, I've shot them. Sometimes I've even had to get up close and personal. But this was new. It was new trying to convince them to not screw me over.

The Unicorn’s eyes are wide, as it looks around it, surveying its options. I growl, and punch it in the face again, before prying open it’s mouth and shoving the M9’s whole barrel into its mouth. I try to calm myself as I begin to speak.

“This is your last chan-” The gun explodes in my hand, as my eyes go wide. Screaming, I look at my hand as it sprays blood. But the worst part is that the Unicorn’s head is scattered everywhere. I scream even louder at that thought. The pain in my hand feels SO fucking horrible, and I just want to make it stop. To end that endless burn.

I grab a fistful of my hair with my good hand, and stare in shock at it. It feels slick and sticky, with pieces of flesh clinging to it. It takes me a second to realize that that Unicorn made an attempt to kill me, or at least injure me, and sacrificed itself to do it. My whole hoodie is dirty, (as if it wasn't already) and blood LITERALLY coats the whole front of it.

My hand is COMPLETELY ripped up, pieces of skin hanging off of it. I don’t think that the Unicorn necessarily blew up my gun, I think it blew up the bullet that was in the chamber. If it ignited the gunpowder that sat in the clip, which was directly next to my hand, I don’t think my hand would be able to function, much less be there. I let out a shivery moan as I realize that I’m going to have to be really cautious from now on. These woods will be crawling with all types of ponies from rainbowland. I don’t even know where these assholes CAME from, to be honest, much less care.

Whimpering, I dig in my knapsack for my last few bandages (Which I had been saving for a Griffon attack, but oh well) and wrap them tightly around my hand.

“Hey! There’s the Human!” A low pitched, clearly distinctive male voice yells.

My jaw goes slack, as I look over my shoulder, AND HOLY MACARONI, THE WHOLE PALACE IS PRACTICALLY RUNNING AT ME!

I stand up, grab the backpack, and run.

When I was in Track for Middle School (Go Heaton Hawks), I always thought that running around would be really useless. I mean, who has to run around anymore if you have a car to drive you to where you want to go? Well, now I know what my brother was teaching me while I was complaining how my legs hurt.

“Oh yeah? Pretend I’m a zombie running full speed directly at you. What you gonna do then, huh?” (By the way, he was obsessed with anything that had zombies in it. He was cool, though. A good brother.)

And then he tackled me, and nearly gave me a concussion. Well, that was really helpful. Now that I think about it, his big-brother attitude to me has saved me quite a lot in this menacing world.

My hair flows behind me, swaying violently as I dodge trees and bushes. A magical ray of explosive matter slams into a tree to my left, which instantly engulfs into flames.

They aren’t goofing around. Especially since us humans are very rare things to see nowadays.

A tree collapses in front of me, as I veer off to the left and right making zig-zag patterns across the forest. I risk shooting a look behind me and nearly fall on my face as another spell comes flying directly at me.

I glance over to the left a bit, and see what looks like an open field, which means no more falling trees.

As I begin to run for the field, I realize it wasn't a field at all. It was a very steep precipice, which is about 200 feet high. I turn around to bail and turn another direction, and am met with a very large mob of ponies creeping towards me very slowly, with faces of complete and utter focus. These guys really, really want me dead. It's almost as if they don't care that I'm literally thinking about jumping off this cliff right now, no joke.

“Nowhere left to go.” I turn quickly, my breath nearly frozen in the cold air. A smiling Alicorn (Luna's the name I think) flies directly above me, just slowly flapping her wings. I feel hot tears come to my eyes as I realize that I had no chance of survival in these woods. My family sacrificed themselves to get here and I failed them both. I'm dead as hell.

I’m going to die here, alone, and always mad at myself for letting her die. For letting HIM die. Letting them both die.

I’m going to end up just like them, dead, cold, and with no one to save me.

“You know we aren’t going to kill you, correct? Strict orders from my sister telling me to take you with me.” I don’t believe her. I can’t. Not if they killed 99 percent of us. This chick is gonna kill me like the 99 percent of us.

I feel adrenaline pulse through me, as I realize I might meet a fate worse than death.

Rather than standing there like an idiot, I jump for the cliff, which is O’ so high, as I float among the sky.

I’d like to say I feel like an eagle, but honestly I feel like I’m plummeting like a rock.

And instead of flailing my arms desperately, all I can think of is how I’m going to die like my brother, and my sister.

And then it goes dark.

Author's Note

Pre-Reader Acknowledgement;
Eon333Ms

Okay, so I don't watch this show anymore but I couldn't bear reading my old cringe-writing, so I'm remastering this and giving it an actually cohesive plot with an expanded vocabulary to choose from. That's about it- tell me your thoughts in the comments.