First Draft
Light rain fall from the skies and the world below enjoy the cooling effect it gave. A unicorn with a light brown coat laid in the alleyway of one of the many in the city known as Canterlot. He watches as red stain flows away from him. He doesn’t try to move or get up. Just lays there watching as his blood flows away from him. ‘How did life end up this way?’
The world around him starts to chill, he knew it wasn’t from the rain. The busy streets of the city keeps on moving on as he lays there dying. After his body want numb, images of his life flash before his eyes. A light chuckle leaves him as the old saying prove true. Closing his eyes as he remembers back to the start of this day.
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The horrible screes of the alarm clock fills the air of a little apartment near the outer wall of Canterlot. Quicknote slaps his forehoof on the nightstand in hopes of killing the alarm clock for trying to wake him up every morning for most of his life. It took a few tries but he hit one of the buttons that stops it, he just hope it wasn’t the one that just postpones the noise for bit.
He rolls to his back and looks up at the ceiling of his room and sighs. It was the same boring white as the walls. It wasn’t long before he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up and got ready to head to work. He was just one of the many faceless tool his company uses to write quick article for papers. His articles want to some small town and they were nothing more than fluff pieces to make the company look good.
Once he got out of the shower his magic grabs a coma to brush his light brown coat and his jet black mane into something that fit in with the company’s many dress guidelines. He never really cared, as long as he got to keep his job to pay his rent. He looks in the mirror once more to make sure everything was as it needs to be.
The skies above him look dark and ready to let the much need rain out. The weather teams had planned for rain for weeks, but due to the lack of works to move the clouds. It was pushed back for weeks. So he just places his trilby on his head and starts his long trot to the center of Canterlot. Quicknote made it to shopping district when the rain came down in way that would have been nice to watch from his apartment window.
The trip was going the same as it has for years till he felt something grab his back leg. He looks down and sees a light magical glow around his leg, before he knew what was going on. Quicknote was being pulled down the alleyway. Looking around for anything for his hooves to grab, but there was nothing to stop him.
The next thing he knew he was being pin to the back wall that was slick with rain and other things Quicknote didn’t want to think about. In front of him was some unicorn in a hoodie. He couldn’t tell what color their coat or mane was. The dark clouds and the tall building made the light level really low. The only thing he knew for sure was that the unicorn magic was blood red.
“Ponies like you need to be silence.” The hooded pony sneered. From the voice Quicknote could now tell it was a mare. She pushes him harder into the wall and lets out a groan. He tries to use his magic to get free of her grip, but before he could. She uses her magic to throw a big rock at his horn and it snaps off the tip of his horn.
“Fuck! What… What have I done to you?” Tears starts to roll down his face as the pain from his part of his horn braking. She didn’t answer him right away as something rushes under her hoodie. Quicknote’s eyes grew wide as she pulled out knife. The water starts to drip from the blade as the rain kept falling.
“You know what you fucking did. You wrote those damn articles that fooled so many ponies into trusting that demon company. I bet you didn’t know that once they start opening shop in small towns that they don’t let anypony who live there work for them. And that they also cause so many small businesses to go out,” She grows and moves the blade close to his neck. Quicknote could feel it causing the air near it to feel colder. “Now no pony has the money to buy anything and has to move to a bigger town or city in hopes of finding a job to help feed their families.”
The blade press against his neck and move slowly away. He could feel something warm start to run down his neck near where the knife was. Quicknote looks down in time to see a drip of his own blood drip off the blade to the ground. He could feel his mind starting to fuzzy and his breathing start to pick up.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just some no face writer. No pony worth anything.” This only seem to anger her more as he could feel himself being press into the wall harder. She moves closer to him, for a second he thought he seen her eyes. The color he thought was that of calm blue sea. Her muzzle was right next his ear right as he felt a stabbing pain in his chest.
“You are the writer who has killed my family and friends. For their lives, you must pay yours as the price.” The blade being pull out of his body made a sound that he would never forget. She keep him pin to the wall till she was out of sight and he fell to the ground gasping for air for a bit.
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He looks around and soon he saw a bright light near where he was stabbed. Quicknote would have laugh till he was on the floor if it wasn’t painful just breathing. A mare of such beauty stood before him. She was the Princess Luna and she was just glowing. Luna gives him a warm simile as she moves closer to him.
“It’s time, my little pony.” Her words soft as white clouds the Pegasus nap on. It wasn’t hard to know what she meant and shakily got to his hooves. She covers him with one of her wings as she walks him to the light.
“Thank you.” That was all Quicknote said before walks into the light. He had no fear walking into the light. He had a boring life and it came to an end. Now the unknown of the light was just what he was looking for. Life for others is magical, but his life wasn’t.