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// Chapter 2!!!!!! 
// Story: Unquenchable 
// by MonsterAddict 
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‘VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!’ Fluttershy shot up instantly into the sealing with a loud squeak and almost went through the roof. She looked around, startled. Extremely startled. The sound was unbearable and continued to shred through Fluttershy’s mind with each painful moment. She pressed her fore hoofs as hard as she could to her ears, but continued grimacing, the noise was constant. She stumbled toward the door and slung it open, her eyes squinting under the immenseness of the sounds that now threatened to make her ear drums burst. Then she saw them. And for a moment, she forgot the noise. A flock of birds were flying above the Evertree forest, flying away. But not in neat formations, but in more a wild free for all fly, trying to get away. From something. And the noise itself was also very good at depicting were the ruckus was coming from, with the trees vibrating and what not. She knew then that the animals hadn’t simply disappeared, but were running away, trying to escape. She had to stop them, help them, and above bring them back. Somehow. She forgot her fears and galloped head first into the Evertree forest, eyes closed and tears streaming behind her, her determination unbreakable. 

She realised it was a mistake as soon as she went in, and immediately hid into the nearest bush. The complete devastation from the workers was in clear view, and all she could do was watch as they began hacking at the trees. Some with chainsaws, searing through the trees at the speed of light, the magical aura surrounding the tools linked with numerous horns, all glowed blood red. The painful ‘VROOOM!’ continued bellowing from the implements of death.

The creaking and tumbling sound of trees echoing soon after and the large ‘thud’ and ‘smash’ as the poor trees were viciously and maliciously taken down with brutality, to then fall over and smash to many other innocent trees. The sounds sounded like a chorus of death playing on loudspeaker, the ‘squawking’ and sounds of frantic movement as the background noise, the animals running away from their diminishing habitat. Many animals dying along the way. Being trampled by larger animals, or squashed by the huge mass of trees falling on them. They were running deeper into the forest, trying to desperately escape the clutches of pony kind, many losing their lives along the way. It had been a mistake coming here. All she could do was watch. As the forest resting near her home was being taken away, wood to be sold. The situation reeked of greed.

The workers continued their savage onslaught. Not caring about the environment or the animals they were killing. ‘I say we continue for an hour and call it a day boys’, one of the workers shouted, he seemed to be supervising the operation. ‘You dun good lads!’ It was hard to tell from the distance, but she could swear he had a wide grin on his face, and soon, a whole lotta bits. The work resumed after his talk, many workers working with extra vigour, as the boss was happy with them, so that meant they were doing what they were paid to do. And a sack full a bits was a nice incentive too.

Fluttershy felt like screaming at the top of her voice, but when she tried to, no sound came out. She was too speechless. She wanted to go right up to them and… nothing. Do nothing. She knew it was no use. The damage had been done. She couldn’t stop them. They were just doing their job; even if it hurt her to see them do it. She didn’t hate them, she couldn’t hate anybody. She believed in kindness and forgiveness. But it was just the feeling of being powerless… it overwhelmed her. She felt like she was at sea, the waves constantly bombarding her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. 

She stayed hidden, crouched and hidden among somebushes, on the borderline of this crime scene. He was right. An hour had passed and all work stopped. The stallions had begun walking out of the clearing and began loading their tools onto carriages that awaited their return. Excited talk had ignited around the workers. Many excited about the amount of bits coming their way. Some patting each other on their backs. A good day’s work done. Fluttershy pondered running up to them. But what would she do would be the next question. Nothing. She couldn’t do anything. They’d just dismiss her. See her as a distraction from their awaiting bits. Nothing more than a crazy animal loving pony, who barely ranked higher to trees in charts of life.

She was nothing. So she did nothing. She buried her head into the grass, her hoofs once again pressed tightly on her ears, starting to become an occurring trend. And began sobbing quietly into the grass, wishing for it to go away, for things to rise above their current situation and become ok again. When in reality they wouldn’t. She knew it. 

Her eyes were bloodshot and all drained out of liquid innocence, her hair around the eyes had now been mattered and dried wet with the tears of innocence. Grass had stuck to her face via the coating of the pure sacred victimised tears that had wetted her face. She began to lift her head, and relinquished her hold on her ears, and began slowly to open her tear streamed eyes.

The workers were no longer here. All what was left was their hoof marks littering the floor here and there, and oh the COMPLETE DESELATION, OBLITERATION and MASS DESTRUCTION that was now the Evertree forest, so nothing hugely noticeable really. She continued staring bleakly all around her at “The Place”, which Fluttershy couldn’t think of anything else to call it. Due to the fact that any distinguishable features that now represented the once over grown, over ridden, over terrifying forest was gone. Even the darkness. The thing which made her most afraid was gone.

It was now was just a hollow version of its former state self, sad and depressing. The place was baron. A huge space sprung up from nowhere. Everything flattened down like a stampede of buffalo had just passed through. It was no resemblance at all to its former glory. That was what shocked Fluttershy first. The fact something so familiar, so recognisable, could change so radically, without warning, gone. Just like that.

Then the full reality came crushing down on her like an axe as the situation became ever so clear. The animals were gone no doubt about it, she was emotionally split into two. One part alone the other overwhelmingly grievous. The sudden sensation of loneliness began burning in her chest, eagerly spreading to encase her mind into loneliness, self-loathing and extreme depression. She cried out at first quietly, and then began rising her voice in pitch and sound, until she was crying out with no restraint, shouting crying, and the emotions inside her burned and writhed inside her like a living entity. Trying to burst out, slowly taking over mind and soul, and all she could do was cry out in pain, the emotions within were beyond unbearable. Her body began weakening becoming limp, she began swaying, and misplacing her hoofs around her. Her vision was becoming increasingly blurry and dark, her feelings began to numb, and so did her body. Until her feelings finally released their grip, her mind once again at peace. She passed out, unconscious. No longer internally at agony within. Silence. The surrounding area was silent within nothing else living in the area. Except for a limp body on the ground undisturbed by nature. Or what was left of it.  Alone.