A Nation Torn

The first thing i noticed was the world coming to me in pieces. First my body, then the ground, the world around me, and the distant breeze. My head spins as i slowly get up. " ugh" i groan as i noticed the satchel off to my left. I use my magic and pull off the glasses , wiping them on my scarf. I pick up the satchel,open it and pull out the contents. Mechanical part fall into the dirt, i scoop them up and put them back. In the bottom i notice a ripped sheet of paper. i skim over it.

Sprocket

I need you to deliver this to the camp down the north road. the client is paying well, don't mess up. there is a lot of money coming your way. It is also very important that you don't.....

The page is torn off from there. I dust off my copper skin and brush my hair back over one eye. So, Sprocket is my name huh? I look at my flank, it has a mark of gears in motion. I shrug and walk up the road. The trees and wind give the world a drak feeling, the wind howls like a beast beginning the hunt for prey. I come a crossed a single orange flower and i cant help but smile, the beauty in this place that is so rotten is poetic.  The road goes on for a while, and i finally see another pony. "Hey!!" i call out waving my hoof. The figure turns and charges me, a sharp blade in its mouth.

knife

The word rings in my head. I try to move but the figure is too fast and slices through my flank. I hold back a scream falling to my knees." who are you!?" the figure screams , The voice is female. I leave my mouth shut and kneel still.I think in my head how to escape. My mind draws a blank and i try to buck as her legs but i fall over. I hear the wind whistle and the hilt the blade hits my head. The world blurs, then falls silent and dark.