Eye's of the Dead

The market was calm today. The cold breeze from the mountains around could be heard clearly through the small chatter of venders and buyers. Ian was on grocery duty today. Picking up carrots, hay, apples, and more necessities. He walked down the stone paved path leading to the market from his parents house. He saw his friends playing hide-and-seek, behind some barrels and crates, then met up one of his best friends; Twisted Thunder, who was the one that was ‘It’.

“How’s it going Ian?” Exclaimed the smiling red unicorn with a happy tone. “You up for some tag?”

“I would love to, but my parents put me on grocery duty.” Ian replied with a sigh. “I’ll see you around, Got stuff to do.”

“Ok, we’ll be here if you want to play!” Yelled the unicorn at his friend. Twisted then jumped behind a barrel, startling Ian. When he landed behind a slight scream was heard, and it was not Twisted’s.

“Gotcha!” He yelled aloud as a blue Pegasus walked slowly out from behind the barrel with it’s head down. “Your it!” He said quickly tapping the Pegasus on the shoulder, before galloping away. The Pegasus darted toward the unicorn, away from Ian.

Ian began walking down the path again, heading towards the market, when a bright light caught his attention. He stopped abruptly, glaring at the distant light. ‘What is that?’ Ian thought to himself walking slowly toward the light. The light was in a dark alley branching off from the main path.

As Ian closed in, the noises of people chatting drew away quickly. All he could hear was the gentle breeze of the mountains passing through the small village. He stopped, and realized he was close to the light. It shinned magnificently and majestic. Ian had to hold it, for the sheer joy of its being may make him feel even more happy on this wondrous day.

He slowly put his hoof out ever so slowly to touch it. When his hoof hade contact nothing happened. He then grabbed it and brought it in closer for inspection. Suddenly the ground began to shake violently. He let go of the light and planted his hoof on the ground to steady himself.

“HELP!” Yelled somepony behind Ian. He quickly turned around to noticed a limping green earth pony with a gash along his right foreleg and a large wooden plank piercing through his side.

“Fire.... help... family-” The pony was cut short, by the loss of blood. The lifeless corpse fell to the floor with a "thump".

Ian quickly ran back onto the market path and saw houses on fire! He stood in the middle of the path with burning homes all around him. Screams were heard everywhere around Ian. The town was chaotic as ponies fell out of windows, galloped away from flames, and buildings falling upon each other, trapping innocent souls within their burning interior.

He gallopped the opposite way of the market, darting for his parents house. When he was in range of sight of his home, he stopped and stared, with an emotionless expression, at his family’s house. The building was falling apart with roaring flames inside and out.

He heard the screams of his mom, dad, and foal sister inside the house. He braced himself to run in and save them, but was stopped when the house suddenly fell off its beams, crashing into a pile of burning rubble. The screams had stopped abruptly, only the crackle from the flames as they ate away at the one place that he called home. The crackling sounded like a mocking laugh.

Ian fell to the ground and began to cry. His family, his home, his friends and neighbors where destroyed right in front of him. He couldn't handle the all the emotional drama that he had just been put through. It was to much for his mind, his mind cracked, like a black spider web, on a white background.

His face lost all emotion as he fell on his side, blackness tinted his vision. He could vaguely hear the distant sobs coming from the city as the remaining survivors cried for the deceased and injured, before all faded to black.