The Siege of Canterlot

Dear Mum & Dad,

I want to thank you both for giving so much joy to my life. Although it’s true that our family was never wealthy, you two still managed to make me the happiest little colt there has ever been. Our family has survived many problems and come out stronger than ever before. But I’m afraid that this is a problem we can’t fix.

When the war began, I volunteered to join the army in order to defend not just Equestria but you, my family. I still remember how you started to tear up when I left. That last, final hug we had before I departed...I remember it now better than ever.

With this war coming to a close, and the changelings closing in, I write this letter today to tell you just how much I miss and love you. Even after all the bloodshed I have seen, even after losing everyone I knew: I always had you. You were always there for me to turn to and to talk to, even if it was just me writing letters. And for that I want to thank you. Thank you so much.

This is the last letter I will write to you. The changelings have broken through our defenses and our forces are scattered. I sit here today, writing this letter to you, not as a champion or some kind of a hero, but as a coward. For years you have trained me in the art of swordfighting, Dad. You were so...confident in me and my abilities when I left. But I’ve failed. I am a disgrace to the army, and a disappointment to you, for I have fled and left behind not only my fellow comrades, but even those that I held dear.

I will not run any longer. I am writing this letter today from inside Canterlot castle, where I have locked myself in a small room. The changelings will break down the door in less than two minutes, so I will have to finish this letter quickly.

I am sorry for disappointing you, Dad. I am sorry for not coming back home, Mum. But most of all, I am sorry that you will not receive this very last letter of mine. Canterlot has fallen, and with it Equestria will fall. It is all over. The war, Equestria, everything. I am sorry for not writing to you two earlier to send my last regards.

I am so truly sorry for everything I have done, Mother, Father. I do not expect or wish you to forgive me, but I only hope that your fate will be one better than mine.

Don’t forget me, whatever may happen, for I have always loved you. And, even though I disappointed you, I hope I am still worthy of your love in return.

Your ever loving Son,

Brass