There was so much blood. So very much; the room reeked of it. Dead, numb, cold, limp, her father lay there. Her father lay there on the carpets which had probably been stained with his blood and guts for hours. She didn’t cry though, Diamond Tiara didn’t cry a peep. The mansion was dead quiet.
The housekeepers were on vacation, so no one was there to take care of her. What should she do now? Where would she go? She felt ill, horribly ill and a horrible pit formed in her stomach. Diamond Tiara chewed her lip some and then motioned her way past the dead body. She tried not to look, though it wasn’t that hard to miss.
She went to her father’s desk and then used her muzzle to muster some papers out of the drawers. She wasn’t a unicorn; so she couldn’t use any magic, though she knew how to operate pretty well. She wasn’t handicapped. No… earth ponies were capable.
