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// 6. Attack on Maretime Bay 
// Story: Sprout's Wall 
// by Illinois Mapping 
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Sometimes, it’s still hard for me to have to relive that day.

It started off like any other day. The sun would shine throughout the city, foals would play in the streets, and the morning café was open for breakfast. The day honestly couldn’t have been more perfect. However, the atmosphere would change as the day went on. At around 10:00, the first pegasus was spotted in the sky. The war was coming to a close, and no one ever thought one pegasus would dare get close to Maretime Bay. It didn’t do anything. Of course, our defenses fired upon it, but it had no effect. The pegasus retreated and it was as if nothing was wrong anymore. Everyone went about their normal days, and while it was a bit worrying, it wasn’t a big deal anymore.
Of course, we got that wrong. Horribly wrong.
Around	 A few hours later, the sun disappeared. The clouds set in, and no one knew exactly why. That was until one pegasus was spotted underneath the cloud cover for a few seconds. At that moment, we knew exactly what was happening, but before we could all run, the first bomb dropped. It landed in the middle of a street, and it caused little damage, but despite the clouds, it was clear as day. Clear that we needed to get out of here as soon as possible. Another one dropped, and it slightly missed the main road on the edge of the bay, but then the third one appeared soon after and crashed directly through the roof of the police station. It didn’t explode on the roof, instead hitting the very center of the police station and exploding it from within. The glass immediately blew out and the flames made their way out. More bombs continued to drop. One landed in one of the major roundabouts, causing a bit of damage to our beloved fountain and causing much of the water to pour out onto the street. Another hit the home of a well-known flower shop owner, but it was a dud, and only caused minor damage to the building. After that, my mom finally found me and ordered me to come inside before one landed on me. I followed her inside to escape the danger, and was able to get into an underground shelter (my mom was prepared for everything). I could hear another boom as we got into the dark shelter and prepared to wait everything out.
And we waited.
The attack was only an hour long, but it felt like several days at some points. Every few moments, I could hear a quiet boom, until eventually, it stopped. We were finally able to exit our shelter and open our door into the streets. The clouds were gone, and the sun returned. The city looked a lot better than I thought it would be. Sure, there was rubble everywhere, but it looks like the pegasi’s lack of vision through the clouds caused them to drop bombs wherever. There was still plenty of rubble, and the police station was still hardly standing, but the city would survive another day. But there would be some losses, particularly for me and Hitch. Not long after, we discovered the sheriff was inside the building when it was annihilated by the pegasi, and he didn’t make it out. A new sheriff would take his place. At least until one of us was old enough, but the friendly sheriff we knew dearly was gone. In a few years time, Hitch took his place, and I was given the deputy position (I never would’ve guessed). Still, I would try my hardest to protect this city from outside threats. The war ended weeks after the bombing, and my life should be getting better, but it still feels like it’s been taking a turn for the worse. Interestingly enough, so was Sunny’s. Argyle passed on of natural causes a while later, and that gave Sunny a bit of devastation. At least until Hitch was able to help her get herself back together. Hitch would even go on to try and help me, even giving me larger assignments, such as keeping an eye on Sunny in times when he couldn’t. Now, years have gone by. It now feels like the end of an era and the beginning of a new one. One where I can help keep everyone in line, and ensure that nothing goes wrong again.
Then something went wrong, and that’s when the real story begins.