> The Sigh Heard Around Equestria > by YADAMAN > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Destruction or Salvation? > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The air was smooth. Gazing into the fare distance, one could only imagine what scenery lies. Huh, lies… Immense mountains cover the horizon, the steep peaks coupled with fluffy clouds and a rising sun. It left a crimson shockwave reverberating across the plane. Hmm… speaking of shockwave… As dawn passed into morning, the sky’s natural deep, dark blue started to emerge and what comes with another day, another ceaseless deprivation of happiness, comes the ponies that claim it and make the most of what they can possibly do in their frail lives. At the mountain range’s base, beheld the town and the ponies aforementioned. They begged for some sort of…appeasement, reconciliation if you will. With the aid of the morning light, they started to roam about like little ants. All waking up, one by one, at their own pace. Perhaps, drink some coffee to invoke movement. To resume their daily routine of the same exact painstakingly repetitive actions over and over and over. Brush teeth, eat some hay, take a morning trot or whatever. The point is, it was another ‘perfectly’ normal day… a day that will change for good. Within the bustling streets of the town, there was a bakery, a fashion boutique and plenty of other facilities. One might say that it was a sight to see, while others, an acquitted opportunity. The wind from the mountains spurred through the town… unbeknownst to its residence the inevitable fate… grazing flowers in pots, curtains in windowsills, spinning the windmills’ square blades, and the frolicking of grass spread all over the town’s blooming feats. Moving along, the desolate gale ascended over a hill, the breeze striking an odd object resting on the hills’ side. It was an obscure trailer at that. In rough shape, not overly under maintained, just desolate? No that’s not the word, Ah! Barren. That’s it. The trailer seems to have sat there for ages, but by judging the scattered, still maroon-coated coals nearby the entrance, somebody must be inside. Living an abode of some sort. Hahaha the naivety!... The more the merrier I suppose. The river sloshed water around the town’s perimeter. You would think that random debris would fill this water source for filthy farm animals, but it’s quite the opposite. They are quite sophisticated in their own right. Delegated roles are issued among a supposed democracy, and this explains their “super” clean water source. Not to mention the spinning water dam that supplies the town with electricity. Huh, ponies of various shapes, sizes, and colors for the heck of it, just join together in the cleaning spree. I don’t even know how to describe their ‘technology’ at this point. As the town’s neighbor, yes pun intended, the lonely farm specialized in the growth of a rather odd, yet successful crop - apples. Oh how I envy their success. They have a whole line of fellow relatives throughout the country, and to be blunt, it’s utterly disgusting. How can some gain such success with as much hard work as others who are deemed lowly in society and give out as much effort as they?! It’s demeaning, it’s a contradiction, it’s unfaaaiiiir. Life’s not cropped up to be you dirty farmers! Let me calm down for just a second… To my surprise, I thought at least one pony would go mentally insane living in this…society. However, now… all of that will change. They need to die… And I will be the one to do it. Upon my own hands, I will take these matters personally. Sweet succulent fastomine, a miniscule amount of beardonium, their putty-like structure... actually… Don’t sweat the details, the important part of the matter is what they can do, what they are capable of. They are a beautiful sight. I’m not going to set these here, what point would that be!? I need to mount them in the middle of town. Where the most destruction is bound to occur… This library seems fit. Hmmm. Probably not. There-around lies a magical force field. If I place these here, the explosion will simply bounce back and only half the town will be obliterated due to its close proximity. But even if I do set them in the right place, there will be those that survive… Would surely be careless of me. I see an opening. Ha, I must thank you owl. Opening this window provides me the perfect opportunity to drop this smaller model. Should activate in correspondence with its brothers. Still, I have to place them somewhere far more convenient. The Carousal Boutique? It thought it was called Fashion Boutique! Well, it will be gone no matter what it is called. It all will crumble in mere seconds. Who cares what a simple building is called!? Ah, here. Sugarcube Corner. Let’s be sure to not be sighted, you don’t want to talk to any of these ponies. A little glue… push this, that… and concealment? It does stick out huh? Sigh… I’m not going to be here for long and be present to observe its majestic beauty in action when it goes off, so no point to alarm any ponies. This cake seems perfect, it fits the walls’ color just right – pink. Who know that I would ever say this: thank goodness for the local bakers here. They just caused the demise of hundreds of ponies – all screaming in agony. Their bodies brutally subjected to intense heat and radiation. OOO! It just tickles my insides. I believe that is all that I need to do. I suppose returning to a place to view the destruction would be most appropriate. Not too far, yet not too close. Well, that trailer on the hill should be perfect. A sound location, high above the town’s perimeter, not to far either, I don’t want any ponies to get suspicious of my plans. It should be fine then. That being settled, I think it’s time to say my goodbyes… My family. My brother. My friends. Myself… Haha. Myself. Like I cared for other ponies anyway. I think I should leave a note, perhaps when somepony decides to visit this sad excuse of flesh and ruins so that future generations could learn from this. A lesson on how life is not how it should be. I can see the electrical signals blanketing through the air, above the gauging waters of the river, through not-so innocent people, trees, cupcakes, clothes, apples, everything. All will have a piece of the destruction before it actually becomes a reality – all in mere seconds. Finally. I’m all set. Here beside this trailer sitting on the hillside, I think this location is perfect. Not a soul to be found. Wait, what is this? At the sky, I see a blackish blue figure, flying above the world. Is it going to try and stop me? I guess it doesn’t matter. The thought of destruction will linger whether I am the one who presses the button or not. I can’t wait to say that I am finally free… so that I can let out my final sigh… Sigh…. Let’s join and see what happens…. Click!