"Rebels in Equestria 5 - Redux" By MDR-V6 (https://pastebin.com/u/MDR-V6) URL: https://pastebin.com/3a1FaG1W Created on: Wednesday 27th of June 2012 06:47:06 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 24 of October 2020 05:18:43 AM UTC Chapter 5 - Redux Updated July 3rd, 2013 > Autumn’s cool breeze blows through the library’s windows. > The room is still save for a dancing candlelight above. > Slowly, but surely your telekinetic binds along your body begin to release. > The pressure along your chest dissipates, and you take a deep breath. > Twilight releases her grasp and trots over to you. > She extends one of her hoofs out to you. > “Ah-na-ny-mous?” she asks. > Despite the language barrier, she’s able to pronounce it well enough. > You grasp her hoof in a handshake. > It’s a strange sensation. > Her hoof, it’s firm yet plush at the same time. > Almost like a bag of sand. “Yes. Anonymous.” You respond. > However Twilight seems to have ignored you all together. > Instead she seems completely mesmerized by your hand., > She holds your hand in awe and continues to admire it well after you finish the hand shake. > Twilight waves for the rest of the ponies to see for themselves. > They follow suit, timidly. > With her telekinesis, she brings a scroll of paper and a pencil over to you. > She eagerly hands the paper to you. > “Ah-no-ny-mous?” she asks, while whisking the pencil at the paper. > You’re probably as new a sight to them as they are to you. > And judging from what you’ve seen so far, they probably never had the luxury of opposable appendages like those of a human. > Instead, they rely heavily on that telekinetic force of their to manipulate the world around them. > You decide to humor them. > You remove your thick leather gloves. > And as you do, you can feel their eyes widen in awe. > With your calloused and worn hands you firmly grasp the pen and paper. > You carefully write out the letters “A-N-O-N-Y-M-O-U-S” as neatly as you can. > Pointing to the paper, you repeat your name a few times. > Eventually, Twilight seems to catch on. > She snatches the paper and shows it to the rest of the ponies. > Judging by the tone of her voice, you can tell she sounds surprised or impressed even. > She smiles briefly before turning to the rest of the ponies. > You can hear your name mention a few times within the conversation. > Their language is so strange. > It doesn’t sound like anything you’ve ever heard before. > You sit patiently, finishing your apple. > It’s sweet flavor is almost too good to be true. > The yellow Pegasus fetches you another when she notices you’ve come close to finishing it. > You give her a nod and a warm smile. “Thank you.” > And although you don’t speak the same language, she smiles, nods her head and responds with what you assume to be “You’re welcome.” > Twilight returns to your side, this time carrying a tall stack of scrolls. > She pulls one from the pile and stretches it across the table. > It’s a map that seems to have been hand drawn from a skilled cartographer. > It’s covered in various landmarks, rives and towns. > Twilight points to a small spot on the middle of the map before pointing to herself. > She then points to you. “Where I’m from?” > You study the map, hoping to find a familiar land mark. > … > But you cant find anything. > You shake your head in disagreement. “My bag.” > You point to the white pony, still carrying your belongings. You wave her over to you. “Bring it to me.” > She does so [spoiler]hesitantly[/spoiler] “Thanks.” > You dig through your bag and produce a mess of crumbled papers. > A small laminated document catches your eye. “Got it.” > You unfold it on the table before you. > It’s a detailed map of your home nation. > And although it’s covered in scribbles and scrawls, it’s still very much legible. > You point to a small dot on the south coast, then to yourself. “I lived here.” > The ponies circle around the map in awe. > Curiosity and awe gleams in their eyes, > Twilight pulls up a scroll and starts jotting down various notes on the scroll. > You dig through your bag some more and pull out an old pre-war post card. > It’s a postcard of your hometown, and it has dozens of sky scrapers lined up along the city scape. > You hand it to Twilight. > And just as you do, you hear a hard knock coming from the door. > The room goes silent for moment before the knocking starts up again. > Twilight makes her way to the door, her hooves just faintly echoing in the silence. > She cracks the door open. > All the meanwhile, you hear the other ponies whispering. > They sound bothered, worried even. > Before she knew it, Twilight was knocked aside from the door. > Several white stallions forced their way into the library. > Instantly Twilight starts asking questions, but they are all too quick to ignore her. > They are dressed head to toe in golden clad armor. > Some are armed with swords, shields and bows. > Soldiers. Akin to your own. > Their eyes widen in shock when they see you. > One of them starts barking orders to the others. > The stallions draw their weapons and start to surround you. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” you shout, stumbling back. > You can hear the white stallions shouting at the top of their lungs. > Twilight and the others argue with the soldiers as well. > One of the stallions readies his bow and arrow. > The sound of the string being tightened brings chills down your spine. > You make a dash for your bag, knocking aside the white unicorn. > You pull up your pistol and aim it the archer. “Drop it! I’ll shoot! Drop it right now!” > He doesn’t comply. > Instead, he only pulls farther back on the string. > A few of the other soldiers surround you with swords and shields. > They’re hesitant. > You tower over them all. “I’ll blow your fucking head off! I swear to god! Drop it! Drop it right now!” > Your voice booms throughout the library. > But they don’t heed to your warning. > You aim for the archer’s head, and pull back the hammer on the revolver. > You could hear Twilight shouting your name. > Over and over again. > Asking you to stop. >… > No. > She’s begging you. > You imagine yourself pulling the trigger. > The cold ‘pop’ of your weapon followed by the kickback. > You imagine the archer’s head disintegrating into a puff of pink mist and gore. > Your arms tremble and your visions clouds. > [spoiler]Is this what you really want?[/spoiler] > [spoiler]Is this how you want them to know you as?[/spoiler] > [spoiler]A murderer? [/spoiler] “No.” > You lower your sidearm. > And no sooner, a stallion tackles you to the ground. “Fuck!” you shout, as he slams against a table. > The rest of them close in on you and hold you at knife point. > They tie heavy metal chains to your arms and legs. “Get off! Get the fuck off!” > You try your hardest to resist, struggling and thrashing about. > You flail your legs, and feel your foot make contact with something. > Hard. > One of the soldiers stands back with a bloodied lip. > He shouts an order to the rest of them. > And just for a split second, you feel a hard crack alongside the back of your head before passing out. --- > There's gunshots outside. > The sounds of men screaming fill your ears and send a cold shiver down your spine. > This operation was a bust. > Fearing for your life, you rush up a set of stairs. > The hallways have been long emptied and deserted. > The cold winter air ravages through the buildings various wholes and cracks. > Warm blood trickles down your shoulder. “Just stay with me. J-Just stay with me!” you shout. > Walking is somewhat difficult. > On account of the man you're carrying over your shoulder. > He's been shot, and it looks like bad. > You feel his warm blood trickle down your arms and down your neck. > It soaks your clothing. > He's losing blood. > Fast. > You drag yourself down the apartment's halls. > Each side, lined with doors. > You pick one at random and shove your body against it. > The hallway door flies right off it's hinges. > “Arrrgh! Anooon! Please!” “Just stay with me, man! You're doing alright!” > You shuffle into the apartment. > There's a small kitchenette to your left. > There you find a small table and lie your friend across the table. > He screams in pain with every motion you make. > “A-Anon! I-I don't wanna die!” “Just with me! Just stay with me! You're gonna be okay!” > You start searching through the kitchen's cabinets. > You've got no medical supplies. > And right now, the situation is critical. > You run off into the bath room and dig through their medicine cabinets. > But you find nothing. > No first aid. > No medicine. > Nothing. > Like most of these parts, any and all useable supplies has already been scavenged. > You grab a dirty towel from the floor and try to run it under cold water. > No dice. > The enemy has cut the water supplies to this side of town > “Anooon!” > His cries become more agonizing by the minute. “Just- Fuck! Just give me a minute!” > You take the lid off the toilet tank and dip the towel inside. > “Anon! P-Please!” > You rush back into the kitchen. > He's still on the table, thrashing about. > You do your best as to clean the wounds. Removing as much debris and shrapnel as you can. > As you press down down on the wound, blood seeps out of his body like a sponge. “Look at me! You're alright! You hear? Just stay with me!” > He just screams in agony. > The bleeding doesn't stop. > You press the towel down and apply more pressure to the wound. > He gags on his own blood and he struggles to breath. > He starts crying. > He's begging for his life. > “A-A-A-Anon.” > His body enters shock and trembles constantly. “It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay. J-Just relax!” > You pull him close to your body “It's gonna be okay! You're gonna be fine!” > You feel his body convulse. > His breathing slows. > You squeeze him harder. > Consoling him in his dying moments. > “I-I I wanna go home.” > His pulse drops. > And finally, you feel the last bit of life leave his body. … “No..” “No!” “No! No! No!” > You wipe your face from tears. > You dig through his blood soaked jacket. > Most of it is torn up by shrapnel. > You find his wallet. > You look inside. > There isn't much. > A few dollars bills. A bank card, a driver's lisence and a few crumbled up photos of him with his family. > He had a wife and two little girls. > You take the photo's, along with the rest of his gear. > You turn back to his body and take one last good look at him. > His eyes are still wide open. > Forever stricken with fear. > You close his eyes, and lay him to rest. “I'm sorry.” > You leave the apartment and start to make your way out the building. > You swing the doors to the building open and make your way into the frigid night. > The wind picks up and a blizzard makes it impossible to see anything. > You venture into the darkness before losing track of time. --- > You awake to the sounds of Twilight arguing with the solders. > The voices of the rest of the ponies are present too. > For the most part, they sounds upset or discouraged. > You reach towards the sounds of her voice, but find your arm shackled down. “Twilight?” you call out. > Your voice is coarse and dried. > Heavy handcuffs run chained downed your body. > The rusty metal has already started to irritate the skin around your ankles and wrists. > Your eyes adjust, and you find yourself in a new local. > You feel cold wind whipping against your face. > The air is thin, and difficult to breath. > You find yourself in the cabin of a small airborne chariot. > It's pulled by a fleet of pegasus ponies. > The constant swaying motion of the cabin makes you sick to your stomach. > But you manage. > The seat you were chained to was small and uncomfortable. > Two soldiers sat at your side, each one of them carrying their sword at the ready. > Twilight sat across from you. “Twilight?” you ask. “Where are you taking me?” > She looks at you. > She gives you a warm smile as if to say “Don't worry.” > You feel the chariot begin to descend at an alarming rate. > The chariot felt as if it were in free fall. > You grit your teeth and hold on tightly to the arm rests. > It breaks through the cloud line, revealing the land below. > You look out the windows and take the landscape in awe. > Rolling planes stretch out as far as the eye can see. > A small mountain range comes into view. > A beautiful city rests on the peak of a mountainside. > Hundreds of small buildings becomes nestled within each other. > They give way to small water canals that run along the length of the city, and empty in valley below. > And at the top of it all, you spot a castle that overshadows the rest of the city. > It's white walls gleamed against the black mountainside. > As the chariot descends, the castle becomes ore distinct. > Acres of green land surround the castle. > The grounds are painted rich with colors thanks to the flower gardens. > There are several statues and villas set around the grounds. > The chariot makes a hard landing. > The soft smell of flowers wafts into your nose. > Atop this mountainside-castle, a gentle breeze brushes against your skin. > It's soothing. > But the experience is short lived. > You're forced from your seat and pushed out of the chariot. > You stumble out of the chariot and fall onto the lawn. > The soldier shouts something at you. > His voice is coarse and demanding. > It sounds all too familiar. > You glance over to the solider. > A stallion a snow white coat and deep blue hair. > His golden clad armor is just slightly different than the rest of the gaurds. > He must be the ranking officer. > You look him in the eye. > His stare is cold and soul-less. > His expression is grim, and his disgust of you is more than apparent. > His cold stare reminds you much of the enemy. > Those Stovie bastards that ruined your life. > He barks another order at you. > You clench you fists. > What you wouldn't do to give this bastard a piece of your mind. > Twilight comes to your side and helps you to your feet. “Thanks.” you whisper. > She tugs at your clothes and leads you to the castle's main door. > They swing open. > You feel a sharp prod against your back as the solder leads you in. > His sword is sharp, but he doesn't puncture your skin. > The chains on your legs are short, leaving you to take baby steps. > A soft dragging sound echos throughout the castle as the rusty chains scrape along the polished marble floors. > You take note on how magnificent this castle truly is. > It looks like it was taken straight out of a fairytale story book. > As you're led down the castle halls, it becomes apparent the castle was built and maintained by only the finest artisans. > Marble statues are lined along every hallway. > Beautiful paintings stretch as far as the eye can see. > And almost every window you come across is a stained glass piece. > Your watch beeps twice. > Noon. > The sun has risen high over the horizon, and the colored light from the stained glass shines on the floors and walls. > They catch your eye. > Each one of them depicts some sort of ponies in several scenes. > You notice one thing in common among several windows. > The windows all feature ponies who have an uncanny resemblance to Twilight and her friends. > [spoiler] Is it really her? [/spoiler] > You slow down your stride as to get a better view. > You notice the identical tattoos across their flanks. > The soldier shouts something before prodding you with his sword, urging you to hurry. > But you're sure of it. > It's definitely Twilight. > Your mind races with thoughts and speculation. > Is she royalty? > Maybe she's a figurehead of power? > Or perhaps they're deities? > Where have they taken you? > And why are the guards so hostile? > Your mind wanders even more as you traverse through the castle. > Eventually your party stops. > You note the increased hostility at this point. > Before you sits a large pair of doors. > They are masterfully carved with a sun and moon insignia across each door. > The doors become enveloped in a rich white aura before swinging open. > Twilight tugs at your clothes and irks you ahead. > The rest of her friends step inside. > You enter a huge hall adorned with various statues, flags and tapestries. > There are dozens of support beams running across the walls in a Roman style. > Each one of them gives way for another masterfully crafted stained glass window. > Your attention is drawn to the center of the room. > Two large thrones are placed adjacent to each other. > One is a bright white and has a sun insignia on it. > The other is a deep blue with a crescent moon. > A large white horse is seated on the white throne. > Upon your entry, her eyes open in awe. > You can feel her gaze travel across every inch of your body. > You study her as she does you. > Her coat is as white as snow. > Her mane wafts effortlessly throughout the air. > All while displaying an ever changing array of colors. > The way her mane flows reminds you of the northern lights. > It's beautiful. > As you exchange glances, you begin to notice more about her. > She dons a regal golden crown. Along with matching gauntlets and a nacklace. > It doesn't take you long to realize she's royalty around here. > She stands from her throne. > And as she does, every other pony in the room takes an immidiate bow. > You feel a sharp whip across your knee. > The solider whips the blunt edge of his sword across your legs once more, forcing you to take a knee. > He barks an order at you, and thrusts his hoof into your side. > You grunt in pain as you stumble to the floor. > e grabs you by the collar and pulls you close to his face. > He shouts so loud, it leaves your ears ringing. > You glance at him. > Everything about him angers you. > His attitude. > His stupid face. > His smug grin. > [spoiler] You should have killed him when you had the chance. [/spoiler] > You spit in his face. > He drops you and steps back in disgust. > He wipes his face and draws his sword. > You hear the distinct 'whoosh' as his sword cuts through the air. > You clench your teeth and shit your eyes for the incoming blow. > This is it. > … > … > You open your eyes, only to see the blade a few inches from your face. > It's enveloped in a rich white aura coming from the royal pony's horn. > She points to the doors, and dismisses the guards. > Her voice, is soft and echoes throughout the hall. > It's almost soothing. > The soldier gives you a look of disgust and hate as he exits the room. > Twilight finally steps forward to speak with the royal pony. > Her friends join in the conversation as well. > You hear your name mentioned a few times. > The royal simply stares at you the entire time. > She steps forward and pulls you up to your feet. > And for the first time, you see her eye to eye. > She looks deep into your eyes as you do to her. > Finding compassion and empathy within. > Her horn glows with a rich white aura as she undoes your shackles. > They fall to the ground with a heavy 'thud'. “Thank you.” > Your first instinct is to express you gratitude with a handshake. > Force of habit. > You try to step forward, but lose your balance and fall to the ground. > You look at your feet, finding them enveloped in a purple aura coming from Twilight's horn. “W-What?” > You're caught by surprise as the cyan and yellow pegasi pick you up and grab you by the arms. > They pull your arms away from each other and hold you in place. > You hear a hear a heavy electric crackle. > You look forward. > The royal pony is approaching you, her horn fizzing with raw energy. > You start to feel an unbearable heat coming from her horn. “No! Let go!” you shout. > You pull your arms in every direction, trying desperately to free yourself. “Twilight! No! Don't do this!” you shout. > You continue to beg and plead. > She looks away, too ashamed to make eye contact. “Please! Twilight! I'm sorry! Twilight!” > The electric crackle intensifies. > One of the sparks brushes against your skin. > Instantly, a surge of pain courses throughout your body. > You start trembling and shouting in pain. > The royal pony pony touches her horn against your forehead. > It felt is someone was drilling a hole through your skull. > Your shouts echo throughout the throne room. > Your body convulses for a moment. > Your vision blurs. > Your hearing fades. > And soon, all pain is non-existant. > Your senses have been muffled. > But you're not dead. > No. > You've simply been left with your thoughts.. > But you're not alone. > You feel a surge of emotions, feelings and ideas. > Those that do not belong to you. > You feel a second presence in your mind. > It's the royal pony. > She's here with you. > You suddenly feel your deepest memories unlock and replay themselves before you. > Starting from your earliest memories they play out like a movie before you. > She's reading you. Like a book. > You try to fight against it, but it's no use. > She starts from the very beginning. > Skimming through your childhood memories. > There, your life plays before you like video on fast forward. > You relive your most memorable moments. > Your first day at school. > Your first girlfriend. > The first time you made love with her. > Your high school prom. > Graduation. > Your first real job, and your first time moving out. > Your friends, family. > All your secrets and idea's > She reads everything > She gets closer and closer to the end of your life. > The war. > Your brothers in arms. > Everything you've seen. > Everything you've done. > It's all coming back to you. > It leaves you with a surge of unbearable misery. > All those memories you've tried so hard to forget. > You struggle to cope. > As she slows her search and takes time to analyze everything in gross detail. > The brutal invasion of your home. > The crumble of your country, your culture and your very way of life. > It's painful to think of what once was. > Everything near and dear to you, gone. > You still can't bring yourself to accept these terms. > What those bastards did was unacceptable. > Women and children were slaughtered in the streets. > Men were taken as prisoners and never heard from again. > Families were torn apart. > It was awful. > It wasn't long before your memories took you to your last day on earth. > Those last hours in the dead of night. > Making the final push for your freedom. > It all plays back in vivid detail for the royal pony to watch. > Getting cornered on the bridge. > Losing all your comrades. > Detonating the explosives. > And making the ultimate sacrifice for your country. > You don't know whether your actions were in vain. > Unfortunately, you didn't live to see the end of the war. > Your actions may have been brutal. Inhumane. > The entire ordeal may have been pointless. > But at least you fought in something you believed in. > Your memories fade. > You feel strange. > You can feel her digging through your mind. > She's not skimming, or reading. > No. > She's adding information. > It's a strange sensation that only lasts for a few moments. > And as soon as she finishes, she releases her grip on you. > Your left alone with your thoughts once more. > One by one, you regain your senses. > But you still feel weak. > Your body limps and collapses under it's own weight. > You hear voices. > “He's falling! Quick! Grab him!” > “Augh! He's heavy! A little help?!” > “Will he be alright?” > “Celestia!? W-What happened? What did you see?” > Twilight rushes to your side. > “Anonymous? Can you hear me? Are you alright?” > Your vision blurs. > “Anonymous?! Answer me!” > Your hearing dulls and you drift off. *This is the original post from June 27th, 2012 for anyone that cares. >The chariot begins to descend. >All the meanwhile, the ponies have started up a conversation with the guards. >Those guards have been tossing you the stink eye the entire ride. >It’s beginning to get on your nerves >Clearly they are more 'cautious' about your presence than the mane 6. >You heard your name gestured a couple times in their conversations. >This shit was getting awkward, fast. >Your chariot lands in front of the castle, the Pegasus piloting the chariot touchdown with grace and ease >The castle stands proudly above the city below >You are ushered out into the courtyard where more guards have gathered. >There must be dozens of them >Almost all of them are armed with spears and claymores >You try to ignore their hostile glares and look to Twilight for comfort. >She is still at your side tugging at your clothes, leading you into the castle >The first thing you notice is how elegant the interior is. >Looking down you can see your reflection on the polished marble floors. >The sun shines through various stained windows >Twilight leads your party through the castle, the various twist and turns makes it feel like a labyrinth > It's obvious she has been here before. > Most of the castles residents stop in their tracks when they see you. > Almost all of them had fear struck into their eyes, some even looked disgusted >You get that welling feeling in your gut. >Like you don’t belong here >It’s ironic really >You considered yourself to be a pretty calm and verdant person >But people here looked at you like you were some kind of monster >As you enter the castle you can feel the completely different atmosphere >There is soft music echoing throughout the halls, it’s soothing. [spoiler] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9BJUFJV_uk [/spoiler] >The smell of freshly baked goods wafts into your nose, there’s probably a dining hall nearby >Walking down you notice some more stained windows lining the hallways. >Most of them depict some sort of scene involving various beasts and ponies >Upon closer inspection you realize Twilight is in some of them >In fact, all 6 ponies that brought you here are depicted in various window scenes. >Hehe, they must be royal or someshit. >The memory of beating down the Cyan pony into the forest floor comes into your mind. >Oh shit. >Did you fucking beat down royalty? >Fuck >If you did they're probably going to lock your sorry ass in a dungeon >If you didn't they would still imprison your sorry ass for life >Either you're fucked regardless. >You feel a bit nauseous at this realization >Fuck, you should have let the reds capture you at the bridge. >At least they would have killed you in time >After going down god knows how many hallways you arrive at what appears to be a throne room. >The room is adorned in various flags and statues >Lining the walls are huge support columns, they have a very Roman design to them >They tower above everyone in the room, successfully giving you a feeling of insignificance >The main attraction are the two thrones in the center of the room. >One of them is occupied by this huge pony. >She has a pure white coat with a flowing multicolored mane. >You just watch in awe as it flows freely without any sort of wind. “How is that shit even possible?” >No one seemed to notice your comment. >It finally dawns on you how tall you are compared to everyone else. >The pony on the throne just barely reaches your shoulder height >Everyone else you’ve met so far barely reaches above your waist. >Holy shit, you're a giant. > That huge pony is staring straight into your eyes. >She's staring daggers man. >Averting your vision from her you then notice how she has both a pair of wings and a Horn. >She's also sporting some gauntlets and a matching crown >It takes you a moment to put two and two together >...Oh shit, it's an alicorn and she must be royalty around here. >You turn to share your discovery with Twilight, but then realize they are all bowing. oh_shit_nigga.jpeg >Without second thought you kneel down as well. >The alicorn gets up from the throne and trots closer to you >You feel the alicorn’s presence only a few feet from you >By now everyone has gotten up from their bow. >You stay kneeled down for what seems like forever. >You felt Twilight's hoof on your shoulder, followed by her voice. >Even with Twilight’s reassurance you didn’t dare look the alicorn in the eyes again >A huge conversation stirred up, you could tell you were the main topic >The tone of voice coming from Twilight didn't sound good. >Every time you heard the alicorn say your name, the hairs on your neck stood on end. >The conversations continued on for what seemed like an eternity. >You got lost in your thoughts of what’s going to happen next. >Eventually you felt Twilight shaking your shoulder again, followed by the orange pony nudging you forward. >You stand up tall and just stare face to face with the Alicorn. >Suddenly her horn begins to glow, she inches it closer and closer to you. >Nope! >You try to make a dash for it but the cyan pony quickly cuts you off before you make it to the door. >Soon you feel the white pony picking you up with her horn “No! No! You don’t have to do this! Fuuck!” You yell at the top of your lungs >As much as you try to struggle you can’t escape the telekinetic grip >The Alicorn inches closer to you, her horn glowing even brighter “Twilight! Come on! Fuckin’ do something! Twilight!” >She is clearly ignoring you >Suddenly you feel the slight tap on your forehead from her horn. >It feels like your forehead just made contact with an electrical current. > [spoiler] Aw shit! It stings! [/spoiler] >A surge of emotions and memories surge through your mind. >You begin to remember EVERTHING about your life. >Everything you've ever witnessed, thought or felt was surging into your mind again. >All those insignificant details from deep in your subconscious are now flowing freely as memories. >Everything little detail is as clear as day >It's only a matter of time before you come to realization of what’s really going on... >She's reading through your memories. >No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't move your body >Nor could you resist the mind reading >You could feel her presence in your mind, carefully watching and studying your memories. >She’s searching your mind, looking for memories >You only sit and watch as your life played in your mind like some montage >Your childhood was the first thing to pop up. >All those care free days playing video games on the Super NES and Gameboy. >You soon recall all those years in school >All those long hours studying and working to receive a diploma >Everything you learned was now fresh in your mind. >And I mean fucking everything. >You could remember your lectures from class in absolute detail >She’s picking up the pace, as the montage of your life flows even faster >You remember your first real date. >The day you moved out and went to college >You remember getting wasted at the local bars with your friends. >And you remember spending all those hours in the university's library hitting the books. >In retrospect, your life was pretty repetitive >Eventually she had gotten to your recent experiences. >You suddenly recall the start of the war >Their brutal invasion into your land >The crumble of your economy, your culture, your way of life. >It’s painful to think what has happened to everything you held dear >You remember that one fateful night where your best friend, Chris, died in your arms >T here was nothing you could do except watch him slip away. >"..Anon..An...I..Iwwa...I..wanna..g-g-go..home..." His last words will forever be burned into your mind > Later that night you managed to find his killer >You beat that mother fucker down until he was nothing more than a bloody mess. >You remember popping a few rounds in his skull just for good measure >That was the first time you had ever killed someone > [spoiler] These memories really gets to you. You can feel yourself shaking in emotions. Anger, sorrow and remorse are just to name a few [/spoiler] >The images of guerilla warfare play through like a slide show >It's like a little montage of everything you did during the war >All those little missions in the dead of night. >All those lives you took >You were pretty crafty when it came to it >Variety is the spice of death right?... > [spoiler] God, just listen to yourself you sick bastard. Did you really do all that? Did you really kill all those people? [/spoiler] >Your memories, your previous actions, they disgust you. >You throw up a bit in your mouth. >But you suddenly remember why you killed all those Soldiers in the first place. >What those bastards did was unacceptable >Your way of life was stolen from you. >Men were taken as prisoners and forced to do slave labor >Women were raped in the streets >Children were executed in front of their parents >Civilian’s bodies littered the streets >You clenched your fists when you remember all the war crime that took place > [spoiler] Those bastards deserved every bit of it. [/spoiler] >It wasn't long before your memories took you to your last day on earth >Those last few hours spent fighting in the dead of night >Your final decision to detonate the explosives on top of you >You’re sobbing quietly now. “…It…it was the only way…right?..” >To become a martyr in the name of your country >You reassure yourself it was an honorable way to go >After your last memories fade the alicorn releases her grip on you. >You can hear heavy crying. >The alicorn was in full blown hysterics. >Your little slideshow must have hit her harder than you >The other ponies are in shocked to see her in such a state. >She regains her composure, her horn glowing once more. >A bright light engulfs your body. >You feel this huge pressure on your forehead. >The pressure then turns into this searing pain >The pain only grows with each passing moment >You try to yell, but no sound escapes your mouth >The expression on your face is of pure pain. >You quickly glance over at Twilight. She looks very worried right now. >God! It feels like someone is drilling a hole through your head >The light dissipates and so does the initial pain >A pounding headache ensued. >It's too much for you right now. "What....the...hell..." You barely managed to speak, gasping for breath in between each word >You manage to take a few steps towards the Alicorn >Your arm was stretched out to her >For some reason you had decided to reach out to her >You then stumble and collapse to the ground >Thankfully Twilight was able to catch you before you hit the floor. >The whole ordeal has placed a heavy toll on you. >You feel weak and unable to move. >Fuck you feel dizzy >Everyone in the room was now huddled over you >They began speaking again, but you were losing consciousness. >You couldn't really make out what they were saying, everything sounded muffled as fuck >Every muscle in your body was aching in pain >Your eyelids suddenly became heavy >You reached out your arm and held it up weakly >Twilight met your hand with her hoof “…Twilight? …Wh-Why?” You slowly whispered > “Anonymous? Anonymous!” For some reason you could clearly make out her speech. Her dialect was much similar recognizable now. >It wasn’t before long before you lost your grip on your consciousness. >You drifted off into sleep and into your dreams once more.