MidnightDarkest

The earth cried the day I left. Fountains of molten flame ripped from the earth scouring the land. In the books they called it magma. But that was before. Now we call it lifeblood , the molten fire that we must brave. Now some worship it. Now some hate it. Now some watch it from the safety of their cities, scorning the people that live the great wastes, the ones that brave the lifeblood to study the remains of a civilization long dead. The speak of us as animals, as the base born scum of the earth. They did not note the day I arrived. They soon would.In my relatively short life I had rarely left the Wastes. And those who entered them were del

you wish for glory? the glory of battle were the dying screams of soldiers echo and the sand runs red? the glory of conquest with its burned villages and slaughtered villagers? the glory of siege with its people starving in the streets? Yes this is the glory you ask for the glory of death

A change something different a silent tension a silent war a bond is tensed a survivor is hurt a watcher is crying the watcher is breaking the survivor is struggling a puppeter is tugging at the strings and the guardian doesn't see

The Sword dropped the king slayer The empire builder the defender and attack of kingdoms it fell like all the empires it built like the kingdoms it defended like the men it slayed And yet for all it had done it still fell when the bearer dropped it to the ground

alone in crowds alone with friends alone with family always alone always so alone always always alone

The dreamer the thinker the doer the creator the engineer the builder the 3 stages stages for everything for building composing drawing writing living and in the end for helping others live as we do

Alasdair walked through the huge throne room doors flanked by four ponies. He was wearing a black cloak covering golden armor. Sheathed at his sides he had one gold katana and one black. Covering his face was a half black half gold mask. One of his eyes shone gold the other silver. On his left walked Midnight a unicorn stallion also covered in a black cloak. His two plain short swords shown even in the low light. He had a black coat and a silver mane and tail but what stood out the most was his silver eyes that glowed slightly. On his left was Moonlight, a zebra mare also covered in a black cloak. A healer's staff was strapped to her back. He

The world turns on without me it moves around me it flows and I stand watching waiting to join the flow but I am a rock unmovable unbreakable standing in the flow of the world

She sat beside him waiting for the inevitable His armor now laid in a pile his sword was in his hand he opened his eyes lifted his sword and gave it to the girl she took it and as she did his eyes shut and he died

Alone in a cave armor tattered sword dull he lays blood covering his armor much of it not his own a girl walks into the cave and sees the man The man looks up and says help me