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A dark storm will rage,
On the dead snowy ground,
With cold and death,
With pain and snow.
And another storm want to stop him,
The North fear,
With cold and hope,
With faith and snow.
The sky is dead gray,
Like the mountains of history.
The ground is dead white,
Like the Moon.
The air is cold,
Like King Sombra's heart.
The weather is angry,
Like the ocean of hate.
And this hate was,
The cold wind and snow,
What will be your doom and tombstone.
On the white ground,
What like a desert of ice and snow,
Near where a camp stand,
An empty camp,
One army lined up,
Ready for blood and death.
Thousands and thousands pony,
Mares, colts and even foals,
Ready for a stand,
A glorious stand for home and family!
With blood and pain,
With might and power,
They will stand and fight,
If want or not,
But today a battle will cry and song,
With a city cry and howl.
Ponies of Equestria,
With the brightest armors,
With the most colorful uniforms,
With the deadliest weapons,
With the most ancient incantations,
Freezing and standing.
Lined up in squares and lines,
With ponies of freedom and hope.
The first line was made by line infantry,
And this line is the longest and biggest:
Five pony width, and long, like the front.
Half of the Pony Army is standing and waiting here,
Against the cold wind and weather.
Brave ponies with red and blue uniform,
With one gray helmet,
And with one long spear.
Most of them is pegasus,
But if your eye is sharp,
Like one North sword,
Then you can spot unicorns,
With the same spears,
And earth ponies,
With iron hooves of faith and might.
Most of them are freezing.
The dead cold of weather and battle.
They can choose: who will their doom?
The cold, the North cold?
A slow and misery death,
With the rain of snow,
With the storm of wind,
With the army of cold?
Or maybe the battle, the bloody battle?
A fast and painful death,
With the rain of fire,
With the storm of cry,
With the army of death?
No.
Foals of Sun does not want to die.
Not for Equestria,
Not for faith,
Not for the friends,
Not for the family.
No.
They want to live with them.
Live, in peaceful Equestria,
Live, in harmony,
Live, with friends,
Live, with the family.
Nobody wants war,
Nobody.
But everybody want good life,
And for good life you need fight!
No matter, if with weapon or word,
But you need fight.
Life is a fight. And it's up to you,
Its a victory or a defeat.
But the freezing ponies not philosophizing,
Like advisers and generals,
Near the maps.
They only wishing,
That they will go to home,
Alive.
Ills, war, dark magic killing and challenging them everyday,
Every Sun and Moon.
They are tired,
Like a lion at the end of one hunting.
Their tooth is ice now,
Their hooves are snow,
Their bones are one dead tree,
Their soul,
Like the summer soul in jail,
The jail of cold.
If not the battle, then the cold will kill all of the brave soldiers,
Or the dark depression.
And one of the soldier,
Is a yellow pegasus,
With light cyan eyes,
Like a clear sea,
And with a long pink mane,
Like the history of ponies.
This mare is freezing too,
Freezing in the small rain of snow.
Shy pony she is,
Maybe like flutters.
Small and timid,
Like a foal,
Between the giants warriors.
Shaking,
Like a bush in the storm of nature.
Not a warrior,
Even not a brave pony,
Or one adult.
But her heart,
This big and nice heart,
Big, like Equestria,
And nice, like all ponies will all over Equestria:
Peaceful and good life.
I tell you a secret: she have marefriend,
A brave and loyal mare,
A respected and notorious warrior,
Who too will fight today.
And she will came to her,
With all her speed and might,
And she will defend her,
With all her power and light.
But now,
She is between giants,
Rude and randy giants.
This giants are talking too each other,
Laughing and couching.
How loud and fearful they are,
For the timid pegasus.
And the battle not started,
The hell and storm is not start yet.
But in any minute,
The pain will start,
And all ponies only hope,
That today will not the last day,
In this world.
The yellow pegasus is full of fear,
Like a foal or a rabbit.
Tears escape from her cold eyes,
Hopes escape from her heart.
But one hope,
One wish is still here,
And this is her love,
Who will stay with her,
Who will save her,
Who will defend her,
Forever.
After the line of spears and freezing ponies,
Unicorns standing,
In white and gray coat,
What mellow,
Like an adult yak.
Their squares are unsorted,
Not like the line infantry line.
And only few of them,
Less then half of the line infantry.
But they have a weapon,
A weapon what makes the rain of fire,
The rain of death and pain,
A new and revolutionary weapon,
The Pain-bringer.
This weapon,
Like a magic wand,
In fact its a magic wand,
But its not a child's play,
Which you can levitate boxes and things,
No.
Its a weapon,
A deadly weapon.
You can make fireballs,
What will burn the traitors,
Or thunderballs,
What will shake out the evil souls,
Or sunlight,
What will burn and wound the foolish enemy.
The painbringer is accurate,
The painbringer is deadly,
The painbringer will your doom,
Or your lifesaver.
The weapon is connected to the right side,
Of the unicorns of mage,
With ropes and hope.
Its like a big and thick black stick,
In the end of a iron cross.
The unicorns,
Like their line infantry mates,
They too freezing,
They too impatient,
They too fearing,
From the death or defeat.
Foals in the dark and unsure field,
Where anything can happen,
Anytime you can die,
And will you part of the history,
On the no names heroes page.
After the unicorns of magic,
Small, but discipline squares stand.
Pegasus ponies,
With the brightest armors and faith.
With the best weapons and skill,
In the name of Princess Celestia and Equestria,
They are the evil's fear,
The light in dark,
The will of freedom and harmony,
The fallen's protectors,
The Pegasus Knights.
Masterful armors and helmets,
Sharp swords,
Powerful iron hooves,
Soft cloaks,
And the cleanest soul.
The Pegasus Knight's gear and shield,
Ponies hope and dream.
Best warriors,
Glorious heroes,
Armies sword,
Equestria hope.
If they fight in your side,
Then you will stay alive,
With the taste of glory and victory.
One of the knight's coat is cyan,
Like a summer day sky.
Her mane is colorful,
Like Princess Celestia's glorious mane.
Her armor is the history,
Faced many battles and blood.
Her heart is living,
Like yours and mine,
For one pony, one mare.
She is Rainbow Dash, captain of the Flying Bolts,
One of the fastest and respected flyer in Equestria.
A tomboy,
A young, but talented captain,
A quick and powerful warrior.
She is the leader of the Shadow Wings,
A squad from the Flying Bolts.
Only fifty of them,
But with five hundred warrior strength!
Her mind swimming in the sea of fear,
Her heart running in the field of storm.
She worry,
Worry for one pony,
Who stand really close to her,
In the mass of line infantry,
Only six or seven meters.
But she can't see her,
Only thousands soldiers,
Mares, colts, foals.
But she knows!
She knows, her heart is close,
And she will defend her,
With sword and soul!
When the battle starts,
She, with her squad, will defend her love.
And she with her will survive the battle.
It is her plan,
Another fast-plan, from Rainbow Dash.
Yes, it goes againts the order,
But she does not care about it.
Its not important.
Now only her love is important.
If need,
Her sword will smash,
From the storm of evil,
Her iron-hooves will rust,
From the rain of pain,
Her armor evaporate,
From the fire of death.
But she will defend her butterfly,
Named Fluttershy.
A tiny butterfly in the chaos of war,
Like a foal in the raging sea.
After the Pegasus Knights,
Ponies stand,
Only one or two thousands.
With iron-hooves and other weapons,
In messy lines and squares.
Not everybody wear armor or coat.
They are the conscripts,
The reservist of ponies.
Not real soldiers,
But more normal citizens.
Their soul and body in cold and fear,
Maybe they are afraid most,
But in war everybody fear.
And finally,
Close to the camp of army,
Princess Celestia,
With her wizards stand,
Like the towers of our freedom.
Glorious and powerful unicorns,
Old and young.
Their armors made by gold,
With the fire of hope and faith.
Their cloak,
Like the sky of night,
With all the stars and Moon what ponies see,
Now rest on their back and sides.
The wizard's cap is big,
Like one house.
And Princess Celestia,
The hope and ruler of ponies,
Wearing a gold armor,
With the gold crown on her head.
Her armor detailed,
Like your and mine life.
Powerful,
Like the Sun in sunrise.
She will lead us to battle,
Againts the shadows and evils,
She will be our hero,
Our light,
Our hope!
Her light will burn the enemy,
And will lead us to victory!
The army of Equestria is ready,
Ready for fight.
Soldiers are freezing and fearing,
But these will not stop them,
From the duty.
If need, the ground will burn,
Blood will fall, like rain,
The snow will bury them,
But they will not stop!
They will attack and fight!
Snow.
The snow began to fall,
Slowly and peacefully.
Like one big blanket,
What slowly fall and fall.
Beautiful.
If need, most of the soldiers will stare,
The falling white beauty,
Named snow fall.
But sadly,
The white will be red,
Like the blood,
Because today a bloody battle will rage,
Like thousands and thousands anger.
And then, a small red light appeared in the sky,
In the snowy sky.
Its the signal,
The signal of war,
Princess Celestia's magic,
The red phoenix.
Flags appeared in the mass of ponies,
Red, blue, green, yellow,
In the middle Equestria's crest,
One white and one black alicorn,
In the very center with the Sun and Moon.
If flags born,
The battle will too.
Fancy dressed ponies came out,
From the mass of fear and life,
With one-one pony,
Who holds the flag of hope.
Long and black clothes,
Like one suit,
With medals of brave and lead.
They are the captains.
They will obey Princess Celestia's order,
They will lead the army to death and pin,
To the ground of glory and victory.
After some cold steps,
The captains stopped,
Like one wagon of experience stopped,
To look around the field,
The field what will be doom of armies.
Death quiet.
Only the wind scream,
And the repressed emotions can be heard.
And then,
The captains pulled out their swords,
With wing,
With magic,
With hoof,
And they yell all of their voice and soul,
What experienced the rage of war:
"Forward!"
The captains moved,
Then their flag bearings,
With powerful and definite steps,
Like the force of nature.
Steps forward,
Big steps to the cave of fear,
Cold steps to the winter storm,
Steps to the destiny.
And no step back!
Frosty seconds later,
The army is in move,
Following the captains.
Their steps are chaotic or colorful,
Not the same,
Like their captains,
Or discipline,
Like the Pegasus Knights.
But thousands and thousands soldier steps is pretty powerful and loud,
Like one earthquake
Or one impacting asteroid.
Some of them full of brave,
Ready for the bloody battle,
But most of them full of fear,
Like Fluttershy,
Who drifting in the ocean of ponies,
Like a shipwrecked.
She did not want to be here.
The loud and violent sounds,
What charging her heart and soul.
The dead cold weather,
What freeze her heart and soul.
The fear about death.
Tears escaping from her eyes,
Tears of pain.
But she march, like many others,
Because there is not other way.
If she stand still,
The captains will yell at her,
They will beat her to death,
In the cold snowy ground.
If she run away,
They will catch her,
And beat her to death,
In the cold snowy ground.
If she cry,
They will yell at her,
And pushing her to the front,
In the cold snowy ground.
Hopeless.
No other way, then march to the battle,
And survive it.
But the battle...
Even thinking about make her cry and sad.
The loud sounds of guns and fight,
Horrible death yells,
The picture of blood,
The smell of blood,
The fill of blood on her face and coat,
The think of blood.
And in the end,
Ponies crying on the dead bodies.
She wants to go home!
Home!
With Rainbow Dash.
She wants peace!
No war or death,
Only peace and harmony!
She not want to die,
She not want Rainbow Dash's death,
She not want anypony death.
Only peace.
But these only wishes and dreams.
In the real life,
Ponies pushing her forward,
While tears cleaning her face.
Loud steps and orders killing her ears,
Past and future damaging her soul.
She is trying to appear less,
By the order of fear.
But if she do this,
Then the army will march,
On her dead and dirty body.
If she want to survive,
Then she need march and march,
To the battle between light and dark,
And wait,
Until her defender,
Her rainbow pegasus will arrive,
Who will defend her.
Just don't fight,
Only stay at the background,
Like one tree.
An old dream: be a tree,
With a rainbow squirt.
One army marching in the snowy ground.
The snow is falling,
The hope is dying.
Colts, mares, foals, wizards,
Marching to the North,
To defeat the evil forces of King Sombra.
The weather is cold,
The armor is heavy.
Minutes after minutes, the army is marching,
In the falling snow and cold wind.
The wind is frosty,
The weapon is deadly.
Mountains of time approaching,
Where the army of evil is camping.
The field is white,
The march is wearisome.
Minutes after minutes, the mountains are bigger and bigger,
King Sombra's army in the field of view.
The snow fall is stronger,
The army worry is bigger.
One black army is far away,
But in every minute is closer.
The sky is red,
The helmet is gorgeous.
Minutes after minutes, what like years,
The march not stop.
Soldiers now can see the army of fear and evil,
What march to battle againts them.
Thousands and thousands evil warriors,
Wearing big and creepy armors,
What like all of your fear on ponies,
Who will kill you in no time!
Their weapons are many,
From swords and mace,
To spear and ax,
To black and long magic stick,
What will make the rain of pain.
Their march are not discipline,
Its like hordes of animals walking.
Animals, monsters,
Wild and brutal creatures.
The two Empire are close,
Only 300-400 meter of field between them.
Minutes later,
Only 150-200 meter.
More minutes later,
Only 100 meter.
100 meter from your death,
From your fear,
From your doom.
Armies of faith are looking at each other,
Like lion and tiger,
Like wolf and bear.
Fears and braves in souls,
Weapon and armor on bodies,
Snow and ice on armors,
Warriors and soldiers one after another.
Only seconds from the start of battle,
On the snowy and dead field,
Where armors will brake with hopes,
And lives will burn with dreams.
The battle begins,
With the rain of pain and fire,
With the rain of hate and anger...
Storm of black fire,
The death's storm,
What will burn your body,
Or will make a lifetime scar,
What big like your hoof,
And nasty like all of your sin!
Sharp cartridges,
What like lengthened pyramids,
Flying in the sky,
Like the falling stars,
From King Sombra's army.
Thousands black magic fire,
What attacks Princess Celestia's army.
Ponies are terrified,
Like rats in flooding.
Most of them tried to defend themselves,
With their hoof or weapon.
Most of them started crying,
Like foals in the middle of darkness.
Most of them stooped,
Like the turtles.
Most of the brave ones are stands,
Like leaders in the middle of chaos.
One pony, with a long pink mane,
With yellow coat and fear,
Crying and shaking on the snowy ground.
While hope burning in her soul,
And a dream is begins to disappear.
She didn't want to be here,
To fight in war and pain,
To fill the pain,
To die.
I ask you something,
Dear reader,
In the army of ponies, who wants war?
Who wants to see their friend or love's death?
Or any other ponies death and pain?
Who?
Maybe the death?
Hundreds of ponies cry loudly,
From the pain of black fire.
What are burning their coat and soul,
Like the fire burns the paper of freedom.
Most of the soldiers will die in any minutes,
Or later in any hours,
Maybe days later...
But maybe more,
Years later,
When they will be old pony,
And then will their soul says:
"Goodbye, my home!"
Then the soul leaves the old body,
Like the smoke from fire.
Panic in the army of Equestria.
Anarchy,
Chaos,
Pain,
Deaths,
Confusion,
Cries.
Then loud orders heard,
By the captains, then the sergeants:
"Forward! At the double!"
The army need to move,
Run to the fight,
Where their enemy will be the evil forces of King Sombra.
Everybody need go!
There is no excuses!
If somebody didn't go,
Then the sergeants will "motivate" them.
The brave ones obey,
And follow the captains of army.
Their soul made by brave and duty,
What are the brightest shields in Equestria.
The confused ones just looking around,
From right to left,
From front to back,
From friend to dead,
From weapon to snow.
Some of them tried to help their injured friends.
Their coat and armor turned to red,
To blood red.
All of them are scared,
Like little foals in the kingdom of darkness.
All of them are shaken,
Like the trees in the storm.
All of them don't know what to do,
Like a foal near his dead mother.
But then the sergeants came,
With their loud and powerful orders:
"Forward, cowards! Run for the victory!"
"Run, foals! Rally for your and others life!"
"To the enemy, shameful cowards!"
"Complete my order, or I will crush you!"
And the confused ponies,
Injured or not,
Adult or not,
Brave or not,
Obeyed the orders,
And rallied for the victory,
For Equestria!
Their steps are loud,
Their tears are cold,
Their weapons are hunger,
Their soul are in dark.
They attack,
They run,
Following the experienced captains.
But some of the ponies,
Who's scaring,
Like foals in the middle of dark forest,
And crying like children,
Didn't move.
Most of them just lying on the snowy-bloody ground,
And hopping with tears of fear.
But loud and chaotic seconds later,
The sergeants are here,
To motivating them,
With their loud order,
Or if need,
With their powerful punches,
With their painful kicks,
To rally with their friends,
For the victory and freedom!
I tell you now something,
Dear reader of Earth,
The "if need" is happening.
If not the enemy,
Then their sergeants will kill them,
Like wolf the sheep.
One yellow pegasus is lie on the snowy ground,
On the white blanket.
Around her ponies, soldiers are running,
With loud steps and yells.
Even, the dying cries are quiet.
The pony is crying,
Like one rain and cat.
With her soft hooves,
She is hiding the world from her eyes,
The world, where the war rages.
Fortunately, the ponies of attack bypassing her,
Like a river one rock.
The pony is crying,
But her voice is nothing in the storm of charge,
Where the death and pain dancing,
And the musicians are the ponies.
She do not want to be here,
To see the war,
To feel the war.
She do not want to be here.
To hear the war,
To lost everything.
And the everything means her love and her life.
Her love.
Her defender,
Her heart,
Her everything and more.
She want to be with her marefriend,
Who always was here,
When needs and don't needs.
She want to be with her love,
Who always defend her,
From war or monster.
She want to be with her heart,
Who always hug her in a cold night,
And kissing her with true love.
She want to be with her Rainbow Dash.
In the middle of death,
She wants hug her love,
To feel the home of love
And the defense of love.
From the running army,
One stallion quit.
On his face a big sharp gleam,
Like the sunlit blood.
He's long uniform are detailed,
Like the castle of Canterlot,
With medals and others.
On his head a sergeant hat lying.
He is a sergeant,
A experienced sergeant,
Who's now approaching the timid crying pony.
He's steps are strong,
He's body moving are discipline,
And his voice are deep and rough,
Like the prison...
"What are you doing, shameful coward?!"
Yell the sergeant,
Like one lightning.
"Stand up and assault with your comrades!"
The yellow pegasus jumped up,
By the force of fear,
Then crashed to the ground of snow.
Her face covered with her froze tears,
And she did not stop the cry.
"STAND UP, you bastard! Obey my orders!"
The stallion yell loudly,
Like one earthquake.
Then he closer treading,
To the crying and lying pegasus,
Who froze by the weather and fear.
"I...I...c-..."
Tried the pegasus say something,
Unsuccessfully.
The tears and fear do net let allow answering.
She just looking up,
At the scary and stallion,
Who looks angry,
Like one volcano.
"We do not stand up?!" He grab the pegasus of her garment "Let me help you!"
Then the powerful stallion hit the crying pegasus,
On her right yellow face,
With his iron hooves.
The punch was powerful and strong,
Like one dragon's hit.
The yellow mare flew three meters,
Her cry dwarfed by the sounds of war,
Then crashed to the white ground...
She feels only pain,
Strong and burning pain,
On her right face.
Its like one thousand lion's bite,
Like two hundred needle,
Like three thousand pan's attack.
Only pain,
Big and powerful pain.
The pain will kill her,
With the lost hope,
That she will ever see her love,
Her Rainbow Dash.
The pegasus lying for a half minute,
In the ocean of pain.
She is crying ,
She is yelling by the pain.
But her voice is to quite,
In the storm of war.
The sergeant walk to her,
With proud steps.
His right iron hoof are covered with blood,
But its quickly washed out by the snow.
When he are next to the pegasus,
With his right hoof,
He lifted the yellow mare's face.
Her right face in chaos,
And this chaos is made by blood and wound.
Her beautiful yellow face,
Now only a horrible mass.
"Open your eyes!" said the stallion.
The pegasus didn't obey.
She only cries loudly.
"Open your eyes, or I will kill you!" yell the stallion.
Finally, the damaged pegasus open her eyes,
And saw a puddle of blood on the snow.
The feel of thousands swords,
What are the strong pain on her face,
Are here and burning her soul and face.
She now cries more loudly and painfully.
"Now, shameful coward, run for Equestria! Charge!"
The yellow mare obey,
And starts run,
With all her power,
With the fuel of pain and fear.
She not know what she do,
She not know what will happens.
But one thing she knows: the burning pain on her face,
And the dying hope in her heart.
Meanwhile,
The wizards on each side,
With big and strange magicballs,
Attacks the enemy's army,
Making more and more dead and injured,
Ending dreams and hopes.
The skirmishers are firing,
Without pause,
Making the rain of pain and death.
Black, then sun yellow,
Night black, then yellow.
In the main lines,
The infantries are charging,
With the power of hundreds and thousands.
Between them the field is smaller and smaller,
Like the remaining time of lives here.
Swords, spears, iron hooves, maces!
Today you will taste the blood and dreams,
Fuse the life and hope.
The charging armies are approaching,
Like two lion,
Like two waterfall,
Like two storm,
Like two planet,
Like two galaxy,
Like two reality.
Closer and closer to death or live,
Closer and closer,
Like a dragon and hippogriff.
The weapons are ready,
But the souls not.
In Equestria army,
The Pegasus Knights are flew up,
Like horde of bats,
Or horde of eagles,
Hunger for blood and truce.
A few hundred elite warrior,
Are ready to make a final stand,
A glorious stand!
For Equestria and her ruler,
For Princess Celestia!
The army of elite,
Forming squares on the sky,
Flying to the close enemy,
Charging for Equestria!
The legends are true,
They fast like the bullet,
They strong like ten griff,
They bright like the sun,
They loyal like Princess Celestia,
They discipline like the ants.
And now,
All of them charging to the evil.
From Somra's army,
Black magic bullets flying,
Attacking the glorious knights.
A rain of pain,
Againts a army of faith.
Thousands of pain,
Againts hundreds of armor.
Black magics are rebound,
From the bright armors and helmets,
With loud sounds.
Black magics injure ponies,
Some of them bleeding,
Some of them falling,
To the field of snow and death.
Black magics misses the knights,
Pegasuses manuvering,
Like eagles,
In the air of hurricane.
One rainbow maned pegasus flying fast,
And manuvering all of the magic bullets.
She is on the first line,
Leading her platton,
As the captain of Flying Bolts.
Brave pony she is,
But lately she is more careful.
Like one warrior,
Who months ago was not afraid of death,
But lately she is careful, planing all of her actions.
Seconds later,
The pegasus knights are close.
The storm of war is live.
And then the Pegasus Knights slam,
Into the forces of evil,
Making chaos in chaos.
All pegasus are in fight,
Fighting with their iron hooves and faith.
Their moves are strong and perfect,
Their defense are unbreakable and stabile,
Their faith are bright and incorruptible.
A bloody fight begins,
Where the Pegasus Knights are dominating,
In the first seconds of bloody battle.
Enemy after enemy,
Evil after evil,
Fall, by their hooves and weapons.
Right punch,
Then a left,
Another right.
Fast block,
One kick,
Then a powerful punch into his face.
A blood river born,
Maybe a sea of blood,
Where the islands are the dead bodies.
Less then half minute,
The Pegasus Knights fly up fast,
To the gray sky,
Like one satiated horde of birds,
Allowing the main army to charge,
And crush the enemies of Equestria.
Thousands of ponies,
With forward pointed spears,
Charging to the black army.
Their loud rumble,
Like millions of lions.
Their soul are ready for the battle...
In fact most of them,
Maybe half them only ready,
Because the others soul,
Like one mouse,
Fearing in between the giants fight,
Hopping that he will survive the battle.
But the unsettled evil army have one answer:
Counter-attack.
They charge too wildly and fast,
But not orderly and discipline,
Like one attacked horde of hyenas,
Who charging mindlessly.
Remember: their advantage are in the raw power,
And this force is always ready for blood.
Above them magic bullet and balls flying,
Taking more and more injured and dead,
With cry and pain.
The two army faced each other,
Making the first casualties,
Who are dead or injured.
But most of the dead or dying,
By the weapons of war.
Blood on the glorious armors and uniforms,
Sword and weapons in the dead,
Cry and fear in the scared souls,
Bodies and blood on the ground,
Bullets and and magic in the skies.
The Equestrians plan are works:
The sea of spears holds back the enemy,
Meanwhile the skirmishers making the rain of death.
The traitors can't break the spear line,
They charge and charge,
Unsuccessfully.
Warrior after warrior,
They fall,
By spear,
Or by magic.
But some of them taking one or two pony,
To the road to death.
Minutes after minutes,
Equestrians are holding the line,
Bravely and heroically.
But the deadly rain of black magic,
And the more and more enemy,
Make it harder and harder.
Somewhere the line is broken,
Making advantage to King Sombra's army,
Who's like lions between dogs.
And do not forget the Chrystal Empire's skirmishers,
Who's firepower like one volcano.
The captain of Flying Bolts,
With her company,
Flying on the sky,
Like other Pegasus Knights companies,
Who will attack the weakest points,
Like predators of the wild.
The captain looking,
But not for the weakest points,
No, dear reader.
She is looking in the army,
In the Equestrian army,
For something,
For somepony.
She is searching for a long pink mane,
With yellow coat and line infantry uniform.
This would be hard,
Like finding one dark green grass in the field,
If she don't know that her pony was in front of her,
In the start of the battle,
When they marched,
Like ants.
Yes, the front means many many ponies,
But forward is forward.
She is looking,
Like one eagle for his victim.
Here the front is not strong,
If she need tip is,
Then one minute later the spear line will break,
And the army of darkness will rise,
Making chaos,
In the souls of color.
She needs quick,
Like the falling stars,
If she want to find her pony.
Many and more same soldier,
With the same uniform and helmet.
But fortunately, their manes are different,
With their coat,
And of course,
With their soul.
Like one field of all kinds of flowers.
And she is there!
She found the pony,
With long-long pink mane,
And with yellow coat.
This pony fearing,
In the very center of ponies,
Who's are waiting and fearing for fight.
The captain smile,
Like one relaxed mother,
In the end of the school day,
When she came to take home her foal.
But this smile soon disappeared,
When the knight spotted,
That there the front is weak,
And the Black Army are close to her pony.
Only six or seven pony separate,
The timid mare,
From the army of doom.
She need to do something.
"Follow me! Let's kick some ass! "
Then she nose-dive,
Fast,
Like one falling star.
Her company follow her,
Without word or anything.
The knights are falling,
Their armors are bright,
Their weapons are sharp,
Their faith are clean.
"Help out the ponies on the line! Go, go, eggheads!"
Order the captain,
And her knights perform.
"Do the wall formation, pals!"
The Pegasus Knights fly to the fight,
In formation,
Crash to the enemy,
Help the ponies,
And fights for Equestria!
Meanwhile,
The captain is fly to her pony,
Landing confidently,
Behind the yellow pony's back.
The soldiers stepped away,
And their eyes on the Pegasus Knight,
Who like king in peasants.
The yellow mare is slowly turn around.
She still crying,
She still freezing,
She still fearing.
In her eyes is a sea of tear,
On her right face is a ugly and big scar,
Which is bleeding.
The tears and the cold can't clean the scar.
"R-rainbow!"
Tomb the pegasus,
With sad and happiness,
With despair and hope.
Then she starts run for her heart,
To hug strongly,
Like one bear.
She still crying,
The loud sound of sad and fear.
The cyan pegasus offer her love's hug,
With her strong hooves.
"Psssh... Psssssh... Everything is okay."
The captain soothing her love.
"Everything will be-..."
Then she see the big scar,
What big like a hoof,
And bleed like one river.
"Who did this?!"
Yell the cyan pegasus,
Like a mom,
Who learned, that her foal was harm.
"Who did this, I will kill him! Who did this?!"
The yell,
What like a mix of fear, anger and love.
The yellow pegasus not answer,
She just cry and cry,
In her love's neck.
Far away on the battlefield,
Big and bright magics dance,
What's like stars,
But this stars are black,
Like a dark night.
One rain of black magic fly on the sky,
Fast,
Like thunders.
Fear ponies,
Who will taste and fill the pain.
The flying bullets are attacking,
Then crushing to the snowy ground,
Or a lively pony.
Before the yellow pegasus can say something,
Two strong pains attacks her,
On her back.
This pain are bigger,
Then the discipline punch from the sergeant.
This pain,
Like fire and sword,
Like fira and magic...
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Yell the pegasus loudly,
From the strong pains,
What like one hundreds of sword and blade.
"Fluttershy?! Fluttershy what's is the problem?"
Say quickly the captain,
Like one rain of fear.
Then she looks at her love's back,
To the two bullet of death.
And her soul,
Her hope,
Her world is destroyed,
By one big bomb,
Named the fear from death.
The fear,
What are the death of her love,
Her heart,
Her life.
"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! Noo! Oh my gosh!"
The yellow pegasus still yell,
Still cry,
By the strong pains.
The captain is in panic,
Like one mother,
Like one wife.
A Pegasus Knight approach,
From the approaching lines of battle.
His armor covered by blood,
His armor covered by blood.
He fly to the captain,
Then say triedly:
"Captain, we spotted powerful evil magic! Maybe, there is King Sombra!" pant the pegasus "Complete the order 53, captain?"
"Captain?"
The cyan pegasus turn her head to the pegasus,
Then to her love,
Who is dying and crying.
"C-captain, what is your order? "
Says the confused and tried pony.
Rainbow Dash,
The captain of Flying Bolts,
Hugs her love strongly,
Thinking in her panic,
What she need to do.
She can not leave her love,
She can't live without her.
She can't.
She need save her love,
If need she will die,
But she will save her love.
But her mate is right,
She with her company,
Need to complete the order 53,
What means all the Pegasus Knight is bound to help Princess Celestia,
And destroy King Sombra.
All pony and weapon needs to defeat the nightmare.
But if she would complete the order 53,
Then her love will die.
She would leave her to die.
She would be the fault one,
Who offered with the death of her love.
Meanwhile,
The lines broke,
And the enemies of Equestria rise,
Making chaos,
Making the parade of death and blood.
But what,
If she order her company to do the order 53,
Meanwhile she would take her love to the medics.
This would work.
But there is a problem: the line is broke.
That means chaos have a party here,
And the guest anytime can shot them,
Like hunters the birds.
But what,
If she order her company to defend this position,
Meanwhile she would take her love to the medics.
This would work too.
But its have too a problem: the order 53.
That means in the final fight,
Where Princess Celestia with her finest knights fight againts King Sombra,
The Flying Bolts would not be there.
Rainbow Dash look at her love,
Who cry by pain,
From the scars,
Who cry by fear,
From the death.
"R-rainb-bow... R-rainbow..."
Cry the pegasus.
She knows,
She will die.
The pain is too big,
The fear is too strong.
She will die.
But in her love's hooves.
Rainbow Dash's heart will die,
If her love will die.
She have no time,
She need to decide:
Ordering to her company,
To help Princess Celestia,
Meanwhile she will take her love to the medics.
Or
Ordering to her company,
To hold the line,
Meanwhile she will take her love to the medics.