Strength. The strong survive, they say. But what if the strong, didn't deserve to survive. What if, the strong, deserved to perish, with the weak... Leaves fall. All around this farm, the trees smoke, and the leaves fall. This once great land, turned to ash and despair. They trusted me. They needed me. Now, they starved. They all were in pain. The young ones crying in pain from their empty stomachs. The elders, already dead in the struggles to find food in the Everfree. But me. I was their last hope. I was all that stood between them and destruction. But I failed. I have killed so many by my neglect. If only I had worked a little harder. If only I had prepared. But the ground. Now it was black like the night sky. A crash. I look to the sound, and see that Canterlot, has fallen off the mountain. Our leader, our light in the darkness, has been extinguished. Now, we are alone. I can see now. The black clouds gathering in the west. The swarm of changelings coming in the east. The floating bits of houses in the north. And the ever consuming darkness in the south. Agenst all odds, we had survived. And only because of the elements. But now. All of my friends were dead. They were dead by my hooves. Their stomachs empty as they struggled to survive. But now, it was just me. And I would be sure as heck, that I would not die by those evil clutches. I wanted to see them one more time, my friends. But fate decided to cheat me. The coil tightens. I jump. a crack. Silence... Strength. The strong should protect the weak. But the strong. Fail. The strong, don't deserve to protect the weak. I didn't deserve. To try.
