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A bullet had torn up my ballot, and I knew exactly who to blame. For having hope, the Overmare was dead, and for tipping the scales on an issue that had for so long, and in such seclusion, been snared in conflict I was buried. I curled up into a ball, as if I couldn’t decide how best to mourn the mare and the mantle fallen from her shoulders. I found myself in a cell, left to marinate in my tears and her blood. The faceless ponies dragged me away, but I was no farther from her, for her colors were painted on my face. My tears turned red as they ran down stained cheeks, soiled as the blood injected itself like a dye, making them heavy and polluted. Hoofsteps broke the roar of silence then, and I let them surround me. This was nothing like lying beside a hospital bed, as a filly done with the day’s crusading, to watch as life slowly left my mother. Shady Sands was everywhere, and the taste of her only whipped at my panic, as if it were a beast caught in a thicket. With a loud, gasping cry, my tears finally came, and I collapsed into the gore choking on salt and iron. Somewhere out there, if love can see us through Then we’ll be together, somewhere out there Out where dreams Come true. I would have given anything I would have fallen to my knees before a devil, to escape it all. I wanted to shut myself down, to forget the gore painted in pink ribbons on the wall, the smell of death in the air, and the unearthly music driven on by those terrible voices in my head. It looked to have been carved out, leaving me to stare deeper and deeper into the inside of her.Īnd even though I know how very far apart we are It helps to think that we might be wishing on the same bright star.Īnd when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby It helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky. Her eyes were wide, screaming, though a third had come, like a sinkhole in the middle of her forehead. Around her face, which had been drained of all its prettiness and politics, was blood as if to bead fraying braids in the color of her lone-star cutie mark. My Overmare, my Shady Sands, lay slumped on the floor behind her desk, with her head cocked back at a sickening angle, and her body sprawled like that of an outgrown doll. These songs had been my lullabies, and had raised me right along with the veins of scripture from which they were mined, though neither had done enough to convince me of that promised Kingdom of the Skies, or to see me bow before its two astral gatekeepers. Somewhere out there, someone’s saying a prayer That we’ll find one another in that big somewhere out there. Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight Someone’s thinking of me, and loving me tonight. This was a children’s hymn, and I filled in the words as I had once sung them: an orphan in circle with the others, presented like a trained songbird before the faces of unfamiliar parents, all swollen with pride. And, though the melody was hollow now, I let it push against my heart like a pillow, if only to slow its beat, and take me away from the corpse. The song had come like any sunrise, carrying the Last Light of Equestria on its back, falling over the great cradle in the earth, to stir the sleeping pieces of the old world. Their voices still rang out, rising through rock and steel and the very air that might have carried the Stable’s first songs, to touch these cold and administrative places that even their Gods had failed to reach. The music that had followed me here, as a choir caught in step behind a vagrant priest, stopped, as the Faith pressed so many hymn books shut far below. With the edges of my mane burning under the fluorescent light, and my face blotted out in its shadows, I was left as little more than a ring of pale gold, like an eclipsed sun casting itself across a great, red sea.
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Chaptersįallout Equestria: Begin Again Chapter 1: Grace is Gone “Karma’s a real bitch you’d be wise to remember that.”
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See the finished spiritual successor here. Thanks to all readers! It was wonderful to know you. Fallout Equestria: Begin Again by the runawayįirst published 5th of July, 2013 War is over.