Octavia's Story
“So what is your story exactly?” Ruby said one day after training was complete.
“It is a very sad one, I am sure that you will not want to hear it.”
“Oh, but I do, please tell me, I must know why,” Ruby said.
“Very well then,” she said taking a very deep sigh, “As you wish, then I shall say so. My tale begins very long ago before the war, I was a musician as you know, but then when the war came Celestia decided that music would be frowned upon, but not outlawed, and I knew that many would want to hear a song to cheer them up, but I could not play, so instead I went on with life, I found new ways to inspire and serve, becoming a teacher was just one of them.
But I just wish that I could play, but it has been so very long since I have touched my old violin that I don’t even know if I could anymore.”
“I’m sure that you can if you try,” Ruby said, “I mean, why not play now?”
“Here? Right now, for you?” Octavia said, “No, I couldn’t, not ever again.”
“Yes you can, I believe in you, just play your heart out and you’ll be just fine.”
And with that said Octavia sighed as Ruby smiled, “Very well then, as you wish,” and with that said she went to go get her old violin and very shortly and soon returned. “I don’t know why you ever would insist upon this, but I am not one ever to deny a request,” she said tuning the string properly, and then with that said and done, she started to play, and it was very beautiful indeed.
It was as if her heart and soul were in it, and after it was done, Ruby cried.
“That was brilliant, but do you mind singing it with this now?” she said handing a piece of paper that had a poem written on it, and she obliged.
“A Nation Divided…By Two Sisters…Who Hate and Love Each One Another. By Two Ideas…Separate and Distinctly Different…But Neither One is Good All Alone…They Must be Joined Again Once More. Against Itself…Cannot Stand Alone. By Power and Strength…For that is how One Side Will Win. By the Power of Will…For there is no War or Battle or Fight Without Reason. By Hate and Love…For One Separates and Tears Apart and Away…And the Other Binds Back Together Again and Heals. By Knowledge…For you Must Know your Enemy to Win. By A War…A War that Separates Ponies…Families…And Finally, Friends. If only I could not pick a side and join…If only I could have peace in this Great Grand Land…Then That Would Be Well and Fine, with Love, Kindness, Cheer, and Joy, And Then All Would Be Well and Fine. But woe is me, but still I hope and pray, for that day that will come, when all are free, and peace to finally come, so that my dream may be real, and my voice and song heard.”
And once Octavia had stopped, they both cried, for they both wanted peace, and then all was well with them for now they knew their stories.