Passing thoughts · 6:57am Jul 16th, 2022
I have never written a Fall of Equestria story, neither do I feel particularly inclined to.
But, if I did write one, it might start something like this....
Every hero has a story.
A tale of honor and glory. A triumphant arrival to do battle against the blackest evil.
I will, indeed, battle against that blackest evil, but my tale will not one of honor or glory. My arrival was not triumphant, but terrifying.
I am no hero.
But "hero" is the part that I have been chosen to play, and so, I shall play it. The evil that I face will feel the full weight of the terror that I came to know upon my arrival in this magical land called Equestria. They shall come to know that terror intimately, in every part of their being except for their hearts, for what terrified me most on my arrival was not the strange environs I found myself in.
Neither was it was my new, abominable form of a caribou bull, twisted almost to the point of parody, nor the frantic beating of the feathered wings that had sprung from my back, nor even my shadow, which recalled what I once was.
What terrified me most was the overbearing and unrelenting stillness that emanated from deep within my chest.
A stillness that I shall share with them, that I shall spread to them, as the life of each one is condemned, still beating and freshly bleeding, to ravenous oblivion....
Well, that's a strong vibe... not that I can blame anyone when it comes to those specific subjects.
I hope whatever brought on this passing thought wasn't too serious.