Dear Princess Celestia;
It's me, Rarity. This will be my final message to you from the battlefield. Commander Shining Armour is all worked up about the changelings ambushing our mail-ponies and the supply lines, and somehow getting info which could somehow lead to our untimely downfall...
Princess, it's been 8 months since we were drafted to this god forsaken war. I'm under a lot of emotional stress, so please bear with me... I still remember my first kill as a sniper. My target was a small looking changeling. He looked like me; scared. He had stretch lines all across his temple. He was crying an immense amount of tears. His face was dirtied with a crude mixture of sweat, tears, blood, and his own vomit. Shining Armour came up to me and screamed to me "TAKE THE GOD DAMN SHOT!" I don't know how I made the shot, but it hit. I was terrified, mortified. My face was muddied with tears and dirt. I couldn't even think straight, so how I made that shot is a mystery. Maybe Shining adjusted my hand, I don't know. I don't know any more. since then i have made more than 90 kills, almost 100. 90 changeling's who died under my bullet. 90 changeling's who's life i held in my hands. 90 changeling's who's lives I threw away, who's families will cry unending rivers for.
Princess, what should I do? I can't keep this up any more. So much violence... so much pain... so much death. It reeks of scorched flesh. We fired White Phosphorus at the enemy once. They burned alive, as they struggled to get the flames off them. It's ironic. We now dine, sleep, and live among their ashes, and burned corpses. The first day we came here, I found two still alive, and in pain. They were my fiftieth and fifty-first kills. I once stepped in a strange liquid while on my way to my sniping post. I later found out i stepped onto the liquid remains of a changeling. I was in a state of shock. It was because of us that these changeling's are like this. What happened to Equestria Princess? What happened to the love we all had for each other? What happened to the hand in hand attitude we all had? Why are we like this? Blowing changelings up and burning them... Why can't we try a diplomatic approach? Why does it have to be this way?
Some ponies come up to me and ask me "How are you Rarity?" I always reply that I'm fine and I can't wait to go back on the battlefield. I can't take it in any more. I'm cold. My mind is cloudy. My eyes are blood-shot. I'm sore. I'm depressed. I miss home. I miss everypony. I would rather die than me here. I hate myself. I am in denial of who I am. I am in constant fear. I am a mess. I am a shadow of the pony who used to be "the belle of the ball" or "the star of the show." I am just a soldier. A mindless tool. All the happiness in the world is gone. Everypony is changing.
Rainbow enjoys the killing. She doesn't have any regrets or hesitations when she bombs our enemies. I don't know how to respond when she asks me "DID YOU SEE THAT GUY??? I TOTALLY BLEW HIM APART! IT WAS SO AWESOME!!!" Will I turn into her? Will I scream "YES!!!" when I snipe a changeling's head off and see it ripped to pieces?
Pinkie is the same. As our trigger friendly pryo, she's the first into the battlefield. I hear her screaming above the sobs and cries of pain as she blows fire on her already dying enemies. I have seen her crush a changeling's head while he was crying and burning. Pinkie... our Pinkie... is this really Pinkie? Or... is Pinkie a full time Pinkamena... So many questions.
Applejack is no different from both of them. She commands her small army of mortars and artillery ponies. She gets annoyed when she misses the biggest group of changeling's, and laughs like a deranged maniac when she hits them. What will happen when she goes back home? What will her family say? How will she react? Is she Applejack anymore?
I know deep in my heart what they are.
Murderers.
I can't seem to find it within myself to call them that though.
Oh my Fluttershy. I am horrified by the things you see every day. Fluttershy is our medic. I have been in the medical room, and it is a disaster. Not the room itself, but the patients. I vomited one time just by the scent of the wounds on some of the ponies. Poor Fluttershy... so innocent. She isn't used to all this. The cries I hear at night, followed by her sweet voice, like a beautiful melody playing, trying to calm the patients down. She isn't like the others. I hope she bears with us. I don't want her to change to something else, though I fear she is scarred forever. Sweet Celestia, please tell me there is a spell that can help us forget all of this.
Twilight. She's also like Fluttershy. I see her at night, writing to herself, or writing to you. She will be devastated when she discovers that her brother cut the mail line to you. She has to sing to herself at night just to sleep at night. I wonder how she feels, every night, knowing she is away from home, to see the destruction caused by ponies. I can hear her weeping at night. it sometimes makes me break down and cry quietly to myself. Sometimes I hear her crying, and feel like visiting, but I don't. I'm in fear of being rejected. I fear that she will shoo me away, or feel embarrassed.
The line has been drawn with my friends. Those who kept their old self and those who have changed.
I have yet to decide which side of the line I fit in.
I just want this bloody war to end! I just want to go home and make dresses with Sweetie Belle. Is she alright princess? Please send someone over to check on her from time to time. Princess... i have a secret I wish to tell you. No matter how calm I may look when I make a kill, no matter how many times I say "its a war. Ponies die." I'm afraid of dying. I don't want to die here. I just want to go back home. I miss my parents, I miss Sweetie Belle. I miss the small things too... I miss the time I knew I wouldn't wake up to a raid, and the times I didn't need to worry about being shot in the back of the head on my way back. I miss going to sleep knowing I will wake up. I miss the sweet smell of Mr and Mrs Cake's workshop of heavenly delights and divine creations.
I can't think any more. I feel like im not a pony any more. Am I a heartless warrior, who looks in the eyes of her enemy, without a thought, or a soul, and does not hesitate when she pulls the trigger? Am I a mindless drone, who carries out her orders simply because she was given them? Or... am I a monster, who enjoys the fear in the eyes of her foe, who doesn't see her coming? Who doesn't hesitate the shot, and loves the sound of the lifeless body of her enemy slump to the ground like a dropped rag doll? Any way... I must get back. we are pushing forward. Please give Ponyville my kindest regards, and tell Sweetie to be strong. Tell her I love her, and big sister will be home soon. I just wish that last sentence was true. I will be here a bit longer than I expected.
-From Equestria's very own,
SGT "BULLSYE" Rarity.
Has potential. That's all I can say for now.
I have just this to sing
Alright. The only thing I'm kinda wondering is why you didn't start with Twilight, but not an issue. I take it this is gonna be a composition of letters?
Oh yeah, and the description. Biggest problem I have with this so far. At least put the story description first, before the author's note.
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I'm just picturing this in my mind.
Also, make sure when you start a new paragraph, to indent it. Just one click of the tab button and you're good.
This is what I like to see. Lots blood and Gore. If I may suggest try going between letters to home and stories happening as they speak
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Been there, done that.
1211917 i actually started with rarity cause she was the first character that came to mind >.<
i had to debate with myself with who i would start with.
1212477
Uh, okay. But you used the Twilight picture...?
1212183 >:3 i have that wallpaper ^^ i have all of them. im going to start with the mane 6 then see what happens.
1211967 thanks so much ^^
my teachers always keep telling me to edit and edit. still need to work on it.
Not bad for Middleschool? :P
oh and to all asking why twilight for cover picture?
if you read the desc, i wanted to point out that it was actually that picture that gave me the idea.
(please ignore. my friend doesn't believe i wrote this e.e)
Dear Omar: Yes I really made this r_r
BTW, personal opinion, the Pinkie picture is the best.
1212516 its alright.
i write for fun, just thought i would share with my fellow bronies :3
and again, THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE EDITS ^^
1212575 I'll find time to write some more don't worry ^^
school starts tomorrow though, so I'm going to be a bit busy.
I usually stay an hour after-school anyway.
any pony in particular you would like to have next?
1212609 you read my mind didn't you :P
yeah. That's coincidently what I was thinking. So you guys can get both variation and a look on what goes on in the other side of a soldiers mind.
Here's a better question, what happens when the war is OVER and the changelings are suddenly people again and not "kill on sight" monsters?
Futtershy the medic? I don't know if that's cheating or not.
These ponies who have been now bred and condition to kill changelings on sight, what happens to them once changelings are suddenly not all enemy soldiers?
This scares me. Mostly because of the monsters that ponykind (and humanity) has become.