Rain fell from the dark clouds above, soaking the field and the lone pony who decided to stay. Not that she had much of a choice.
Her neck creaked as she looked to the sky, the droplets of water gently landing on her face, but she didn't care. She had a job to do, and nothing could stop her.
Except for maybe that Celestia damned rust. The Pegasus stretched out her wings and looked down at herself. Her once polished iron armor had turned a dark red. It was worse in some spots and some spots she could even see holes in it as the rust ate away at the metal. She didn't know how long she had worn that armor, but she dared not take it off, not until she accomplished her mission.
Her mission was simple, get home. She estimated it was about three or four years since she last saw home, since she was captured and had escaped from the war. Hard to keep track when you're worrying about so much else, like when your next meal is... or if you'll be something else's next meal.
The creaking and groaning of the armor plates didn't bother her anymore, nor did the pain from the cuts and scrapes under her armor. It was just simply part of the job.
Suddenly, she froze. There was a light up ahead. She drew her sword, rusted and dull, and braced herself for the worst.
She lowered her blade when she saw a group of ponies approach her. One of them walked up to her, giving her a good look before speaking.
"Shimmering Blade? My name is Captain Shining Armor. We're here to take you home."
The pegasus smiled as much as her tetanus allowed her to, and she slowly reached up and took off her helmet. She cried for the first time in years.
"About bloody time..." She whispered, not being capable of any more volume.
That's deep.
That's not something you should finish in just 500 words.
Waiting for extended version! :P
like most of these shorts, you could easily turn this into a story of its own... the only difference with this one is I think you should write it, this piece would make a perfect opening and the rest of the story could be combinations of flashbacks to her time and captivity mixed with scenes depicting her readjustment into society... I'd ask to write it myself but I'm too bogged down.
Due to multiple requests on the latest chapter (Rusted), I shall think about writing more, If I do I want to take my time on it and do it right, so no constant updating of half-done shorts like these are.
Thanks for the feedback folks!
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Thinking about it, definitely leaning towards the "I think I should extend this" side of things. Only question is will I be able to do it without butchering the meaning I want to get across?