The light of a new dawn shined upon my world as my soul continued to burn bright upon the plains I called my world, my home.

The outside nature was beautiful as the perfect month came around for all the creatures that existed within the lands of Equestria to come out and for the flowers to bloom as they showed their radiant colors to the world I called my own.

The world outside was composed into a perfectly harmonious melody as the birds sang away all their problems as they sat perched on whatever they found most comfortable or appeasing to them.

Water slowly ran through the stream closest to my home as the torrent of the water crashed alongside the boundaries that kept it in check as the water slowly descended to wherever it may rest within the passing time to come.

The life I was living as of this moment was almost too surreal and yet it was every bit real just like the sun in the sky.

I knew this world was real and yet it still continued to surprise me as believing something so serene was even possible and yet it was in every way and that hurt me to the core because in reality...it took too long to find a life like this.

Every time I had died I had always hoped and dreamed for a world of peace and tranquility but yet it took too long and it broke me.

I kept being reborn again and again with my memories of the past life I had lived and the ones before that life, it was a repeating cycle that was never ending as it continued to give me new painful moments and ones of now old tales to me.

As time went on, I began to give up as I accepted the fact that maybe it would never end, and the reality of war was all I could ever look to. It was a...dreadful thought to accept as I was constantly plagued by it.

The urge of screaming was difficult as I held down my emotions but held a bitter taste with each moment of resistance as the taste of pain could be easily noticeable but not with a true sense of taste itself but that within a figure of speech.

Through this world I experienced more emotions than I thought possible as I had believed them to be lost to me. It was exhilarating to gain all the emotions I had once lost all back but yet I could not control them. I tried to get back into sync with my old and happy self but alas no matter what I did or how I did it didn't seem to matter all that much.

Life was a bitch and every creature knew that from birth. It was always going to be difficult, and every living thing knew that. From birds to blood cells to that of other living beings all knew life would be a strife upon their souls as they knew to expect some sort of impassible problem to be faced through their lifetime.

Acceptance continues to haunt me as it would insurmountably lead to my death. I knew that if I had accepted to become more peaceful and accepting that maybe it would be my downfall because it would show weakness to my enemies.

Trying to fight death in this new world was easy as not much ever happened and yet whenever something did happen it was always a surprise. Most of the times however lead to things happening to me by choice. I said I could not live without some sort of means of battle or conflict and I meant it, or in some figurative sense of course as it made me whole in some way.

Growing up into the childhood of such a new world was problematic at best in simple terms. It led to me making poor decisions due to lack of trust in others. I knew this world was peaceful the first day I laid eyes on it when I had been birthed from my mother's womb and yet it was still nearly and most certainly impossible to accept.

Paranoia was always there for me and it always was waiting as it lurked in the back of my mind seem as if it were some sort of parasite eating away at me but only when it chose to or if something triggered it to spread. I tried coping with it and yet the only way to do so was by honing my mind and yet even that seemed futile.

Meditation hardly did me any good and yet it did help in some ways. It allowed the mind to gain a small sense of peace and tranquility even if it wasn't the most viable option for inner and outer peace. Meditation was never something I truly urged myself to do and yet I knew I needed it or I would truly lose my sanity.

Only so many things kept me at bay and yet those few things were barely enough as is. Trying to find new ways of peace for myself was troublesome as it either led to stress or problems for myself or others.

I hated causing problems for others as I knew it was just lead me to being some sort of burden on their lives. Problems always followed me and they always occurred no matter where I went. Sometimes I thought it was me causing them and yet it felt as if something was leading me into these snared traps.

Fighting these things that haunted me were damn near impossible and yet I wouldn't accept defeat. No matter what I did I always bounced back but yet I'm still broken. I may be broken but I haven't shattered. My mind is still stable enough to cope most things but yet I can barely manage anything anymore. Survival is what I yearn for as it allows me to live.

I know my life will always be burdened but at least I can tolerate it to an extent. I'll continue fighting and fighting until I'm satisfied but it's plainly obvious that I might not ever find true peace, but I can at least find some means of it if that leads to some temporary solution or solutions for myself.

It's time to start my day like any other and I know it's already going to suck but at least I'm prepared for the most part. I'm ready for what's to come...or am I really? Am I really prepared to face what comes for me and what awaits for me ahead? I don't know and honestly, I could care less because I know one thing is for uncertain...I'm an undying soldier that's damn well hellbent to live.

Author's Note

Short chapter but I'm going to surmise each chapter by a thousand words at best. I know it's shorter than what I did before, but it allows for more spacing and easier management on corrections. It allows me to slip in words that are almost impossible to use.