The Bloody Mare

by The Pony of Lost Legend

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Original Character
Length: 1015

A survivor tells his grandson a story

A survivor tells his young grandson of a mare who was know as her name states.

It's small and short. All well

Published 2018-05-14 22:50:08 UTC
Last updated 2018-05-14 22:50:08 UTC

Let Me Tell You A Story

It was a sunny afternoon, a small colt and his grandfather sat in a room alone with each other. The colt tapped his tiny hoof against the table with boredom. He looked around, looking for something to cure his boredom. As his eyes fell upon his grandfather, he got an idea. His grandfather was always known to have good stories about Equestria's past. The colt moves over and taps his grandfather's hoof. His grandfather looked to him, his eyebrow raised.

"Yes my boy?" He asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Tell me the story about when you fought that big war out in the Arctic North!” A small colt huffs. The older stallion chuckles softly.

“You’ve already heard that story many times my boy, why not something new?” The stallion asks. The colt’s eyes sparkle.

“Something new?! Really!?” He squeaks excitedly. The stallion nods.

“Why yes, for I haven’t told you the story about the Bloody Mare have I?” He asks. The colt shakes his head.

“No sir! Can you tell it??” The colt asks. The stallion nods again.

“Of course,” He says, patting his lap and letting the small colt climb up into his lap. “Now hush little one and let me tell you the tale, the tale of a mare whom was known to be drenched in thick layers of crimson blood.” The small colts eyes widen with interest as he listens close to his grandfather’s words.

“It all started way back, way before you were even thought of,” He continues. “In the land of the Arctic North, the snow and harsh winds hid a group of ponies, an army.”

“An army?” The colt interrupts. The stallion nods.

“Oh yes, a large army, and the army had but to leaders,” The stallion replies. “Their names are still unknown today, but what they were set out to do and what they did will always be known to Equestria.”

“What did they do Pa?” The colt asks impatiently. The stallion seemed to be gazing off into the distance as he spoke again.

“They slaughtered them, ever last one they got their hooves on,” He says. “The male leader would take care of the leaders of the villages and the mare took out the citizens without any mercy.”

“T-That’s terrible!” The colt says, trembling. The stallion sighs.

“Indeed… And while the stallion scars are memories, the mare is the one our survivors will never forget,” He says, closing his eyes as if he were watching the memories play out.

“W-Why’s that Pa?” The colt whispers. The stallion opens his eyes.

“Because she was the last thing anypony would see if they were to survive, her grey coat splashed and stained in our blood, and her eyes….burning with a deep hatred for something much greater than us,” He continues. “She listened to him and only him, but when he was not there to stop her….she went loose on us..,” He closes his eyes once more.

“Who Pa?” The colt asked. “Who could make a mare like that listen to them?!”

“None other than her Master,” The stallion replies softly. “After she had finished, she turned in fear, the stallion, his fur dark as ash and his eyes burning the same, she trembled and bowed to him,” He says softly. “Yet...he did not yell, he did not lose his temper at what she had done, he only grinned as he looked at the damage she had done….it was then when it occurred to the survivors that he had been the one to take out our leaders….and he had been the one that had sent the mare….”

“He was the army leader??” The colt asks. The stallion only nods and bows his head.

“Yes my boy….he was indeed,” He replies.

“Why would anypony do something like that Pa?” The colt asks, his hooves trembling and his eyes wide. The stallion sighs.

“For power, a pony who becomes obsessed with power will do anything to get it in their possession,” He answers. The little colt closes his eyes in thought before opening them and looking back to the stallion.

“How many ponies survived that attack?” He asks. The stallion raised a hoof.

“Only one…,” The stallion says. The colt tilts his head.

“Was the survivor you Pa? Is that how you know so much about the attack?” The colt asks. The stallion nods slowly.

“That’s right, and I almost didn’t survive…,” He says softly. The colt blinks.

“R-Really?”

“Mmmhm...after it all, he came to me.” The stallion begins again. “As I clawed through the snow, my leg staining the pearl white cold with my blood, he came to me.”

“W-What did he do Pa?” The colt asks, his ears perked in interest.

“He asked me what I had saw… A grin spread on his face as his eyes sparked with a dark amusement,” The stallion replies.

“What did you tell him Pa?” The colt asks.
“I told him what I saw...I told him I saw what I now call the Bloody Mare,” The stallion says. The colt shifts his hooves. “Then he left….And I never saw him again… I can’t say i’m not glad for that too… They say Celestia trapped him far away, so he would never hurt anypony ever again.” The colt sighs softly.

“You don’t think he’ll come back do you?”

“No...I don’t think he will.”

“Good…. But if he does, I’ll kill him” The colt says confidently, jumping down from his grandfather's lap and standing proudly.

“Now now, don’t go getting yourself into things like that,” The stallion chuckles, messing up the colts mane.

“I mean it Pa, I really do, you may not think I can, but I know I can,” The colt huffs and storms out of the room. The stallion sighs with a soft smile.

“No… I know you can….,” He gets up from his chair and looks to the wall, setting his hoof on a soldiers helmet. “Your very much like your brother Darkfire….,” He mumbles softly. “And I know you can do it….

Someday….