The beginning of chapter 5 to show I am doing something.

There have been immeasurable casualties in war. And just as many travesties. From poison gas to concentration camps, from civilian bombing to balefire bombs, no one is innocent of every horrible act possible in war, no matter how they may page themselves as saints or 'the good guys' we are all monsters, and have done monstrous things, even the Ministry of Peace committed experiments on ponies and invented megaspells, delivering them to the zebra's pre-war, I found that on an old memo, but I doubt she intended war, she was naive after all, most of the ministry mares were.

But enough deferring from my point. While war may change it's reasons, it's tools, it's very participants. One thing never will; the travesties committed by both side of the conflict. That does not mean however, that they should be ignored.

This monologue I constructed while we were continuing to walk back to Goodwater the colt tagging along now further away from me after my reprimand of him earlier. Sam wore a worried look on his face as we walked in silence, a small wind whistled across the canyon walls the multicoloured stone making it look like an ancient sea.

Chapter is at 2,071 words out of around 10,000