Author's Note

Bang. Second one.

Third’s gonna have dilemma. See you until then.

assistance.

no amount of sleep could i have possess. it’s just too hard.

sleeping’s too hard.

when you have about a million things in your damn head to think about, nothing else matters. there’s simply no substitute. it haunts you till your bones break. and you can’t- no, don’t want it to leave.

for it to go away is for more problems to go to you.

but in the heavy mist that is my mind, i await something. something to come over to my prison, to open my shackles and let me out of the hell i am in. even in so much

pain,

hunger,

thirst,

anger,

and despair, i still have

patience.

and it does arrives.

a knock didn’t exist. a swing of the heavy wooden doors did. it bursts open, revealing what i see is civilised life, and my brand ‘new’ and still on the verge to kill nemesis,

Starlight Glimmer.

my brain went haywire, containing nothing but words spattered in content of pure madness. i didn’t say anything out loud, not even a flick of a whisper. everything is contained in the depths of my soul.

‘whyissheheresheisthereasonwhyiaminthismesswhycan’tijustkillheralreadythisisgettingtofarimustavengemyfriendsfindthemandbringthembackdestroyhergetmycutiemarkbackand

end
it
all.’

i know for a fact that’s all impossible.

almost a week’s time without food. half of that time without water. and i expect myself to fight a full grown, well fit and powerful mare?

not even a chance.

she forces me to get out of my cell, granted i didn’t have the strength to do so. several ponies had to take me out myself, and get me on my feet,

which is harder than it looks.

i stand on my four hooves, barely maintaining stability and balance. tripping over a small pebble would’ve meant me passing out entirely, and i wouldn’t want that, would i?

she and a few other ‘blanks’, as i prefer to call them, stand behind her, making Starlight the vanguard of the whole. she, too, has a equal sign at her flank, i see as unreasonable.

this has to stop.

once
and
for
all.

this has all been so casual. it regularly happens, depending on how strong willed she is.

...this one was harder.
tougher to handle.

the burden?

my friends. they’re all there.

with her.

her.

my heart drops, damning how she is still in one piece. never was there any bruises, marks nor spells remnants that signed her backstabbing.

what did they do to her?

why did she fall into her grasp?

why is it me that’s always taking the blow?

rhetorical, but feasible.

never was i a doubt towards you.

all i beg is an answer.

‘why?’

it remains silent. nothing but

i muttered my forte to her.

but it came as whispering hollows.

pillowed and encased in a facade of deception.

‘is it too much?’