Chapter Ten is FINALLY Underway... · 7:05am Nov 22nd, 2018
For the first time in half a year, I was able to write today.
This is monumental for me. You see, this year has been the worst of my life, and these trials have made creativity and motivation difficult to reach these past six months. But I think I'm finally on the mend, and today I was able to write.
It was only a page, but at least it's something. It's a start. And I am rather proud of myself to be able to pull through and reach this point.
I cannot say when this chapter will be finished, or if this writing mood will stick... but I have a starting line now and it feels good to be jumping these hurdles again, and running the tracks of my paragraphs and verse, telling my story. ^-^
"When I was younger, my mother would tell me stories of my father. I didn’t have very many memories of him; I think I remember he had three hooves like me, but maybe that was just me projecting. She’d tell me he’d been a scientist, a pony with a great mind, who’d seen the death and destruction in the Wasteland, and sought to change it. That he’d wandered off to try and fix the world, and that the world had killed him.
The world had killed him. Those were the words she’d used, like the world were some dark evil thing that could chew you up and spit you out. She wasn’t entirely wrong though, was she? The Wasteland was a ravenous thing, it hungered for its pound of flesh and it seemed an insatiable beast at times that would swallow whatever it could. But it didn’t just take your flesh… it didn’t just take your hooves, your skin, your family… it took your soul.
Sometimes I wondered if that was the point. If the Wasteland destroyed us so much because that’s was its true meal. A broken soul.
The Wasteland took my hoof, my father, it took Strangers skin, his normal life, and Sonnet’s mother. It had taken a hoof from Aero already and he’d been down less than a year. But maybe things would be different now, maybe the Wasteland couldn’t reach us here. Maybe we were too far.
Because wherever we were… the Wasteland was far behind."
Chapter Ten - Fallout Equestria: Letters to Celestia
