Violent Thoughts

KRA-KOOM!

The blue earth pony awoke to the sound of thunder reaching its way to the ground. It sounded far away yet it was enough to bring him back to the waking world. He opted to fall back asleep into the comfy bed that used up most of his room but decided against it. Another lightning bolt may strike again and he'd wake up the second time. He wanted to see what was happening outside anyways, even if it's just a hard downpour.

He walked past his small bedroom and into a tight hallway that was barely enough for a pony of average size to walk through. He entered the kitchen that acted like his living room. A row of salt, herbs, and spices were lined up on a shelf. Ready to be used at a moment's notice. A small stove and sink were the most noticeable parts of the kitchen as they looked regularly cleaned unlike the nearby counters and cabinets featuring wet stains of both old and new.

The house was dimly lit. The only source of light that illuminated the room came from candles strewn about the house in carefully placed spots to maximize their brightness. The weather ponies in the small village told the populace to avoid using the magic-infused gems in their houses to not attract any lightning bolts in their direction. Speaking of lightning bolts, what happened? The earth pony thought back to morning to refresh on what happened prior to the storm.

Being unable to recall past events with ease was worrying to the earth pony. He cannot remember anything beyond a day and wasn't used to the sudden memory loss he was experiencing. He thought back to when he first awoke and followed through his memories until he reached the reason why.

Early in the morning, somepony in the weather factory accidentally pressed a button to release all reserve storm clouds that were kept in case of an emergency. No doubt they're going to replace that button to a more safer area than last time. Pegasi swarmed the whole populace as newspapers weren't going fast enough.

The blue pony opened the door and to nopony's surprise, the rain kept pouring outside. No signs of stopping yet. The loud but relaxing sound of the rain made the pony look out in melancholy. Feels only fitting to see the front of his yard covered in rain. Multiple tombstones and plaques were on the grass. Carefully cut stone placed on top of coffins under the dirt to convey information to any pony looking.

Every time where a townspony would pass away, rain was always present at the funeral. Never too hard to not scare anypony mourning over the loss of a soul. Now with the hard rain this noon, he wondered if everypony in town was safe and this was not a bad omen that somepony was about to leave the mortal plane. But he couldn't stand to wait in his house. He had to check at least!

But the rain felt harsher by the second. He feared that it might sweep him and instead he would be the death of today.

He gulped and picked a nearby lantern in his mouth. He lifted up one of his umbrellas leaning against the cement wall of his house. It doesn't hurt to take a walk around town, right?

He stepped down from the porch and onto a pathway of stone. The stones were equally spaced out so that a pony can easily walk on them without touching the grass once. He looked at the graves one by one. The slight fog hindered his sight but his frequent walks from home to town got him to recognize who was who.

There were six graves in total, each of them taking up a big space. He was surely thankful that barely anypony had died after this place was founded. His heart dropped after passing a grave with a small part of the stone chipped away. The earth pony began planning on fixing that in the near future.

Finally stepping on the main road to the town, he walked steady with determination and close to the ground. The umbrella waved around violently, threatening the pony to fly away with or without him. His dry coat already damp from the extreme weather.

He could have stayed at home and waited it out but he had to know if everypony was still alive. He needed to know, they were strangers to him but they were the closest ponies in his life to call them friends and he would gladly shed his life to protect them. Maybe then, would he be remembered by many.

At this moment the earth pony tripped over his own hoof, reeling at the sudden thought of self-sacrifice. His common sense wanted him to go back home where it was safe but he continued on. Gaining resolve at the prospect of being a pony who gave his life to check the citizens of a small unnamed town.

He knew how unhealthy his mindset is. Harmful it may be, it stopped any invading thoughts that would potentially damage his own mind. Indeed, it made his thoughts more stable at the cost of his well-being.

The rain kept hammering on the umbrella. The earth pony held on to the helpless object as he let his lantern shine the path towards the town. He knew he wasn't far. Endure a couple more minutes and he'd be at the town's gates... or hopefully an intact fence gate along with the fence.

However, his eyes caught a rather huge lump somewhere not too far off the road. With no time to waste, the grave keeper dashed as fast as he could towards what he assumed was a pony. But what could a pony be doing out here in the severe weather?

As he got closer, his suspicions were correct and he had stumbled across somepony. A pony that was unfamiliar to him. Could it be a newcomer that got caught in the weather factory accident?

The stranger was exposed to the heavy rain and had collapsed on the grass sometime ago, he figured. On his barrel were two heavily soaked saddlebags. Its contents were probably in their most fragile state because of the rain. He carefully moved them aside to reveal the stranger's yellow chest. The blue pony quickly placed his hoof onto the chest and felt relieved to feel a beating heart. It was weak, and if he were exposed anymore than what he is now, then he will most likely perish.

"Not on my watch. Nopony will die today" The earth pony thought. He lifted the pony and balanced him on his back. The town will have to wait for any rescue.

With newfound purpose, the wet blue pony carried the equally wet yellow pony back to his house.