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// BONUS: When Home's Lost 
// Story: He And His Knightmares 
// by xCrossx 
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BONUS: When Home's Lost


I have just lost my family, killed in a battle for this city. Now I wander these crowded streets, unnoticed by any as I slip food and drink off stands for my own survival. I dream of finding a new home, one kind enough to take me in. But it has been many days since the battle ended....

I live through this pain day-by day, but I can feel my will slowly seeping away. Days, months, seasons, years. Why should I keep goin? My home has never come. Why am I still alive? I have no purpose. My life isn't getting any longer.

The years go by so fast, but everyday feels like forever. Maybe someday I will find a way to get home; I just need a hoof to hold to climb this trajic slope. I just need someone to tell me to go on, to go on.

But the days go on and my life is not getting longer; why should I even go on? I don't see point in this; my home has never come and I don't think it ever will. Why am I still alive?

I grow older still, and still this city ignores me. I don't know where I belong; I don't see why I should continue to go on. What is there for me? My home will never come. I just want this to be over; give me a reason to go on.

Maybe I can find a way to go on... to go on.... But these days go on and my life is not getting longer; why should I even go on? I don't see a point in this; my home has never come and I don't think it ever will. But maybe there's still hope...

This is when the armor comes to me and brings me hope and purpose. It gives me a reason to go on and something to do. I move on... I move on to a better life....