Six Mares of The Apocalypse

Dec 1, 2097

Rainbow Dash

Living with a prosthetic wing isn’t all that bad. Sure, it isn’t the same as having both by wings, and I may not be as fast as I used to be, but every day that I’m still alive is a gift. I’ve seen how Applejack looks at me from time to time, and I feel the same way, maybe we could’ve had a life before everything fell. Near every day I’ll just go out to the old windmill to sit, and look over the landscape as I think about the past. All the times I’m not at the windmill I’m either trading stories with the girls, or listening to Applejack’s guitar. Now I’m actually missing part of my left ear, and thus can’t hear out of it that well, so every time I’m listening to the guitar or swapping stories, I always sit to the left. Hearthswarming would be right around the corner, and we will still celebrate it as long as we’re alive, but it’s just not the same without my family, especially Scootaloo. I miss her little antics, her idolizing me every day. I guess I’ve keep going, for her sake. The war is long since over, and as Twilight said we six are all that’s left of pony-kind, and we gotta carry on.