The end...? · 11:01pm Jan 24th, 2013
A lonely night at the Ponyville cemetery. The graves were silent, except for one. A figure rose from it, clambering out of the soil, holding a machete in his right hoof and wiping a red substance from his lips. A grin appeared on his face as he glanced around, softly chuckling to himself. "The end...?" He muttered, glancing around in the long lost ruins. He gazed down in to his machete, dusting it off to watch his own reflection. A white coated stallion with blond mane gazed in to the