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- So an Anon posts this:
- "Okay AiE
- Write a story based on the last song you listened to."
- Here's what I wrote.
- >you wish you could say that coming here had been a good thing
- >at first, it was
- >but try as you might, you couldn’t protect the ponies from yourself
- >not that you had harmed them physically; you had been very protective of every creature you’d encountered
- >some feared you, but you were calm and gentle
- >so what could go wrong?
- >something did, obviously
- >it had started the very moment you’d arrived
- >as a human, you had a darker side
- >everyone has one
- >regardless of the balance that most have between good and evil
- >even if you were more on the lighter side as a person
- >there was still darkness in you
- >desires, thoughts, violence
- >there were ideas and concepts in your mind
- >just the way you formulated your sentences did… Something
- >utterly insidious
- >undetectably pervasive
- >nobody noticed across the months
- >not even Celestia, Luna or Twilight
- >through years of your simple presence, you changed them
- >you didn’t even notice
- >but slowly, as time went on
- >you knew something was off
- >interspecies relations had soured
- >paranoia, doubts and petty vendettas festered
- >with one sentence, you threw it over the edge
- >a single lungful of air through your mouth had doomed you all
- >and it happened long, long ago
- >not even you could remember the words that you would need to atone for
- >an eternity wouldn’t be enough
- >you’d betrayed the very creatures you had sought to protect
- >not by selling them out, or lying
- >not by spying
- >but simply from your presence
- >you had betrayed them by walking into their domain
- >and now, the stone-faced, starving guards slump against the crimson-stained Canterlot castle walls
- >behind their sunken eyes you could hear the fear that was drowning their minds
- >on the edge of panic, they all stood and waited for the scratching and skittering of their enemies
- >burrowing under the defenses
- >the alliance between the diamond dogs and the changelings had only fueled a fire of screams
- >those flames would roar in unison when they finally drove through the Equestrian defenses
- >you had tried to help
- >when the situation went from bad to worse, you’d left to find allies of your own that would help Celestia and her forces
- >a kinship was forged between you and the timberwolves
- >fearsome beasts in combat, like your pups they were
- >they had all perished
- >you sit against the broken, emaciated statue of Discord
- >it wasn’t long after you’d arrived that he grew out of control and had to be set to stone again
- >he was still in the gardens
- >gardens they were no more
- >ruins was too kind a word
- >resting your head against the cold stone, your eyes water at the sight of the home you once called your own
- >you wish to rise again with your wolves, but that will never happen now
- >birds fly above, the hot fires of misery and tormented laments filling their wings
- >vultures
- >their talons rubbing together in anticipation for the feasts to come
- >sitting in the destroyed rubble, there are still equines that breathe and move
- >they crawl towards you
- >towards this old, broken statue
- >they’re all sick, injured, scared
- >simply waiting for the armies to march from the underground
- >from here to that underworld, from the heartless to the broken they all crawl
- >you try to stand
- >you have to overcome this loss
- >you can’t let this defeat you, your will won’t let you
- >your will was always strong; it’s what damned you in the first place
- >but as you see the starving guards
- >the screaming, heartless and broken ones below
- >the sounds of armies deep in the soil
- >the vultures circling in the sky
- >you forget what has to be done
- >and all you’ve overcome
- >falling back down, you cough
- >that arrow in your back feels cold now
- >painting the broken statue with your blood
- >you crane your neck, looking at Discord
- >the red splotches covering him looked breathtaking
- >you whisper to this altar of the sick one last time
- “Who is to say there’s no art in dying,”
- Arsis: Starve for the Devil - From Soulless To Shattered (Art In Dying)
- http://www.darklyrics.com/lyrics/arsis/starveforthedevil.html#3
- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--pcCKH1FzM
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