Dear, Miss Flash.
I hope that you are still doing fine Miss. Flash. I am doing fine lately. Being a castle guard it still a high quality job, thank Celestia it is. However many are coping with the sickness, or may I say plague. The sickness is spreading and I am worried for the Princesses to be honest. I have watched over them for a year, and although I am still not that close, I would feel bad if they were to get sick. The land is diseased ridden and lacking in foals of course. Our future looks grim. We all know that we are doomed to fall into a depression, yet everypony acts like there is no plague, but everypony knows it is there. Everyday I have found myself heading to the medical wards and they too smell of the dreaded sickness.
I can no longer walk there, yet I wander and just end up there. Since my dear Apple Crisp fell victim to this plague, I just can't stand it. I wish that one would show the potential to cure all. The prophecy had stated that one with such creativity would rise and one day help us. Our civilization so desperate to find a cure, we bring most foals to the very laboratory you work in. Most get sick and can't help, and the guards there pretty much seem like former criminals. I remember what you told me and I think I know why you still work there. I remember your sister as clear as day. Her flawless tanned fur and glossy darker mane. Her bright blue eyes you would day sparkle as bright as day.
I know that when the plague began, she was the first. I tried to help you, but we knew it was hopeless. It may hurt to read onward, but I remembered her sickly face. How her cheeks were carved out and her ribs showed. Her face once bright and brave, a pale sickly color and her eyes fear stricken. I remember the terribleness that was her filthy mane. Covered in vomit and blood, I saw it happen. I know now that you want to help the remaining ponies who are stricken with this terrible plague, but is it worth filing through each foal at you facilities? That is all I wonder, even though my sweet Apple Crisp is one of the many under the death toll of the plague, I was just happy to say good bye.
I have more questions for you Miss. Flash. Can you really live with yourself knowing what you have done? Rummaging through the numbers of foals at your facilities? To make them die a terrible death, possibly more terrible then what I have seen here. I am aware you still morn for your sister's lost, but you have to remember what she looked like before the disease. I remember Apple Crisp before all of this. Her silky dull yellow mane, with strikes with lighter blonde. Her bright green eyes that shied like emeralds in the sunlight. Her purplish-grey coat that seemed somewhat flawless. I remember her cutie mark too. The three smiling faces that were on her flank.
Although talking like this may hurt more and more with every word, I do have caution. The princesses know about the facility. They have yet to do something about it, but believe me, I know they will. No longer can you stay hidden. You are the last pony I hold dear to my heart as family. You always asked me why I never call you daughter in these messages I write, but it is for your safety. Only this small area will have it, but I do remember your real mother and father. I know you would wish to be here for you step-mother's death, but I do wish you had stayed with us. The world has gone to the worst and now I believe the remaining should accept that. Either way, even if you decide to keep working for them, if they come, just escape.
Even if I was to get caught writing what would get me hung for treason, I just want you to be safe. I want you to know that I believe the path you are on is a bad one. Although it seems my messenger gets past the seeing eyes of the guards well, it won't last much longer. Celestia has put up more guards because of the sickness and they are cautious. They no longer allow letters because they fear it will spread the sickness. She isn't taking any chances anymore. She declared that although letters were a useful way of talking, it was too dangerous and any who do, will be declare traitors and put under maximum security, even if it is someone well trusted as I am.
I just want you to be safe, so please. Leave the area,in fact I believe the only safe place for now is the Crystal Empire. For now it is sanction, if you can sneak in undetected, I know you will be safe. Please so there, and be safe.
Sincerely, Light Flash.
The terrible letters seemed to leap off the page at me. I had read it all, every word. This was why we were here, was to maybe be the blood cure for other ponies. However why all of this? Why the death? I had more questions then I began with and it was just terrible. The others had to know why we were actually here. I carefully put the note back, knowing getting caught would be the worst thing. If one of them noticed the letter was gone, they would know it was me. I placed it there ad jumped back onto the table, laying back down and acting like I hadn't moved. I took the last few moments to think about the decision and the fact I could snitch.
I could get a better life, but what about the other? They would certainly know something was going on, or would they? My mind was furious with the decision and I already had a feeling I knew what my choice was. Now I just had to wait. I decided to make the rest worth my while and rest my eyes. I lowered my head onto my hooves and closed my eyes. My ears remained pricked as I waited for them to come back. I knew the door was too dangerous to go through and it would be best to stay. Besides, I needed to tell them about the letter, it was important after all.
Yet my thoughts returned to me. About how the world outside this facility was sickened and terrible. If the world was going bad, this was certainly bad. The world above was the worst I had heard, but the had letter told me very little of what I needed to know. Soon I heard the metal door creak open and the mare had returned from her break. I wasn't sure if it was Miss. Flash or some other mare, but that didn't matter. She wore a smirk on her face and she looked at me, the guards behind her.
"So, your decision?" She asked, a hopeful look on her face.
I kept my head on my hooves and simply didn't reply. I looked at her from where my head was placed and saw the smile disappear from her face. She wasn't pleased and it was clear.
"Take him back to the others. He clearly isn't going to answer," she commanded. Then she looked at me again and growled, "I expected better from you number 76."
I stepped off the table and still didn't say a word. The 2 guards stayed at my sides and took me towards the hall. I looked at my hooves, feeling the mare's eyes burning into my back. I knew she was glaring at me. We walked down the hallway, going back to the large cell. However I didn't care anyways, but I noticed something that was important. I looked around and didn't see Shade anywhere. I was guessing he was still in there, but it was unfortunate if he were to meet his death. I kept my ears pricked and we walked closer to where the cell was.
I could see the group of ponies in fear of the fact the guards were back. I then saw Shade already in the crowd and couldn't believe it. He had just gone, why was he back already? The guards opened the door, but I didn't notice, and because I didn't they pushed me in. I hit the ground muzzle first and felt pain erupt through my muzzle. I let out of moan of slight pain and heard the door slam shut behind me. The crowd split apart and soon heard footsteps coming towards me.
"Blitzer, are you okay?" A voice asked.
My head lifted and I saw the kind face of Flora. I lifted myself off the cold hard ground and looked at Flora.
"I am fine, it just hurt a little," I replied.
I didn't want them to worry and I knew I had to talk to Shade soon. I would also had to tell them about the letter, but that could wait. I was really tired and the day felt long and draggy.
"So, is there anywhere I can rest? Its been a long day." I asked, yawning.
Flora nodded, "Come over here, me and Clay stay by the wall, you could rest there."
Flora lead me to the other side of the wall, away from the door. My eyes were very groggy and I was quite content to get some rest. It didn't take long to even get through the other ponies in the cell and to where they slept by my guess. When I got to the other side I saw Clay who stood up.
"Its okay Clay, just Blitzer and I," Flora soothed.
Soon I laid down at on the cold floor and closed my eyes. Ignoring any other noise and welcoming the darkness.