Octavia was an ordinary pony. She lived in an ordinary house, walked around on ordinary grey legs, played ordinary concerts in front of prestigious audiences across Equestria, and went on ordinary bomb disposal missions with a top secret government spy. But one day, everything changed. Except the house, it’s not like it randomly blew up or anything.
- Tr Sa Cr Sl Al Hu Maybe, even after the tragedy and hopelessness that was her life, after the millions she brought to an end through fire and storm, just maybe as her soul is crushed and beaten and shaved, she could find that with friends, A soul can't be cut. · Meulin Leijon3,595 words · 330 views · 21 · 0 ·