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// chapter 27 
// Story: Discorded Humanity 
// by The Drifting Bard 
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A long lonely road, paved in dust, sweat and bitterness was before me. the way the desert seemed to claim lives, Reminded me of all the dark deeds that I had done in a place filled with light.
I knew there wasn't anything I could possibly do to speed up my journey, so I walked. 
I sang

I tried to keep what was left of my insanity at bay.
I almost failed.

it was at a point at night where I simply knelt down and placed the sword to my throat.
I drew the blade across my jugular and expect to be brought a swift, yet painful end.
But I was met with a blunt edge. That was when it dawned on me, all those years ago when the sword was blessed.
as long as The princesses are alive, the sword will only cut down evil. I sheathed the sword and carried on my journey. 
laughing manically along the way.

Two days pass as I walk. not stopping, always headed in the same direction. 
slowly upon the horizon, I see a small encampment.


at least... I thought it was a small encampment.

I headed towards it, tripping over my own feet. I pick myself up and carry on. 


As I traveled, I met many of the refugees of equestria, I saw the faded faces of those that had lost their homes.
I stopped and simply knelt down, But then I heard it, a set of voices, three kids, long since grown up. 
The voices drew nearer as I simply stayed there, a bloody tear rolling down from my long since dead eye.
"Mjolner, Is it really you?" I uttered a question as the trio approached. 

the colt... no... Stallion looked at me for a moment before his face contorted into one of anger.
"Where did you go?" his two friends had stopped and watched in horror as He pulled back a hoof, ready to strike.
"ANSWER ME!" he bellowed. I pulled the hood of my cloak down, and looked up at him, the bloody tear dried on my skin. 
his anger faltered, faded away as he took in my battered form. 

"I wasn't needed," I then recognized the other two. "Is that...Pound and Pumpkin?" Mjolner simply frowned, he knew I was avoiding a question that would be very painful to answer. He knew I was always protecting things. "yes," he gave a sad sigh.
He then placed a hoof on my shoulder. "I really don't know how to say this..." I saw a tear threaten to burst into existence.
Pumpkin simply walked over and sighed. 

As the tear finally made its way down his cheek. I hear what can only be described as laughter in the face of adversity.
I waited for the bouncing. 

But it never came. instead I was greeted with a pink hoof to the face.
and those blue eyes that no longer held joy, that poofy mane no longer poofed. 


the sight of the Broken party pony.... Broke my heart.