A Prequel to Try · 3:51pm Oct 21st, 2022
Art by Cyonix.
I'm sure most of the people who follow me, know just how special Try was as a story. I am an emotional rollercoaster of a mare, and when I wrote Try I was under a LOT of emotional stress feeling like I was a failure as a writer. Then I wrote Try, my best story pony wise to date and I've sorta been trying to figure out where to go from here.
Up right?
Well, depression, anxiety and mood swings certainly didn't help me. But after a long time, it's been almost a whole YEAR since Try got put on EQD. I have to show I'm not just a one shot wonder, right?
So, I'm writing a prequel to Try called Empty. I really wanted to keep it to a one word title like Try that gives the meaning of the story without actually telling the readers what the story's about.
Summary: During Sombra's war, Magenta Heart joins the war in order to heal those wounded on the battlefield. All the while, she's writing letters to White Lightning about the war, about the pain, about everything. There's just one problem, she's never sent a single letter home... till now.
Tags: Sad, Tragedy, Death.
If you've read Try, you'll know what the Death tag is for. I'm not sure this will need a T rating for violence or not, we'll see. But here's a sneak peak for everyone that still cares to Try.
Dear
White LightningLove,
Words are hard. Often I've sat down to write to you, and there are no words I could say to avoid you from worrying about me. The days here are long, and hard. Even though I've never been on the battlefield, healing the injured has been very time consuming, and with every pony that comes in, I worry. I know you worry too, about me being here. Know this my love, even when I can't find the right words, know I will always love you, and I look forward to when this is all over, and I can finally see you again.
Yours always, Magenta Heart
Dear Love,
If you're reading this, it means I didn't make it. I don't even know what to say, I'm sorry. I love you, I wish things could be different. The doctors say I don't have much time. A week at best, maybe only a few days. Many only a few hours, and with however much time I have left, I want you to know, never to stop caring. Never stop Lightning. Your strong, stronger than I ever was, so I know you'll try. I love you so much, White Lightning. My only regret is not being able to kiss you, to hold you, to see you one last time before it all fades to nothing. I'm sorry, I tried...
I hope you're okay now.
I'm looking forward to reading this. Try was a great story!
Damn, girl, that's some serious stuff. I'll probably have to reread Try before I read it when it comes out.