June 1944, Coast of Normandy
"Hey! Wake up! You there?"
That's what a soldier said in the boat as Octavia slept. Octavia was sprayed with water. She jumps up awake. "Huh? What is this? Where am I? Who are you?" Octavia asked. "We have the same problem: Who are you? We never saw you before." the soldier replied. "Are you a pony of some sort? You can't talk right?" the soldier added. "We-" Octavia when the driver cut her off. "30 seconds! GET READY!!" the driver said. "Let's talk about this later. Call me Taylor." the soldier whispered. When Octavia looked up, some of the boats blew up, sunken or either landed and many soldiers were shot. Their boat went off. "Hey, you! Follow me!" Taylor said. Octavia follows Taylor to one of the craters caused by the Flak 88s on top of the hills. "Look, we need to get to that hill and ruin their Flak guns." their sergeant said. "Wait, what is that thing? Why is it with us?" Sergeant said. "Sir, we found her.....or it over one of our boats. She seems to be not from here." Taylor answered. Just then, Taylor is blown off by the Flak guns, splitting his body in half. "TAKE COVER!!! AND YOU, GRAB HIS GUNS!" Sergeant shouted as the shelling continued. Octavia jumped over to Taylor's lifeless body, almost puking from the sight. She takes a M1911 from the other half and takes cover to another crater. Machine gun bullets were still flying, men were shot from it. The sergeant made a hand signal to Octavia to run for the rope and climb up the hill. A explosion almost blew her up. "Ah!" she shouted as she was launched towards in front of the sergeant, wounding her own back hoof. But she still manages to climb up the ropes and survive. The squad of men...and a pony moves towards the hill, while Octavia carries her colt and cello.
