The Earth smoked, drowning in waves of fire that scorched the crust. Handfuls of desperate souls ran hysterically across the plains that the battle had just taken place on. A pegasus floated some odd meters above the ground, looking for any movement. He had made it through the battle, bruised and cut, but it wasn't over until everypony suffered. In his eyes, the Pegasi weren't responsible for this war that had claimed so many innocent lives. Earth ponies had very little to do with it, but were still a wildcard at this early point in the war. It was all the Unicorns fault: Their magic tainted their brain, ingraining the urge to raze and burn all towns and cities in their army's path. They put the Pegasi's capital at the time, Wingorrah, under siege. Fireball after fireball, lightning storm after lightning storm, and death after death, the town finally surrendered. And all who survived were dismembered and left in a mass grave. He saw it all happen, and was left with this burning desire to make any and all Unicorns he saw suffer for their horrifying war crimes. The memories replayed in his mind, bringing a tear to his eye. That's when he saw one.
A unicorn, much larger then most. He swooped down, retracting his javelin blade. It was stained a dirty crimson, after almost three months of constant fighting. He leveled out his descent at head level, and steadied out his path. The Unicorn was totally oblivious, wandering aimlessly across the field. He drew closer, taking a breath to brace for the impact of blade on bone and flesh. He watched the Unicorn pass right under him, just a foot too high. He wasn't oblivious to him now, and when he circled around, the Unicorn had an arrow drawn back, and was aiming right for him. He went into some crazy maneuvers, looping, twisting, and circling around him, trying to throw off the Unicorn's aim, waiting for him to release the arrow before he began another pass on him. That's when it hit him.
The arrow sliced right through his gut, lodging itself in his stomach. The pain was intense, like a pickax being slung right into him. he tried to maintain flight, and pull the arrow out. He looked down for a second, trying to see just how bad it was. When he looked up, the world was hurtling towards him. He slipped in and out of conciseness, and writhed in pain every time he came back. The last time he awoke, the Unicorn was standing right over him, a snarl on his face. He took hold of the arrow with a spell, and ripped it out with great force. A river of red rolled from the gaping hole in the Pegasi's body, and as he looked down at it, struggling for breath and fighting tears, everything went black.
Obsidian woke up, a scream on the verge of exploding in his mouth. He was in his worst cold sweat yet; it looked like he had just gone for a swim. He was tired and terrified, and a little bit confused. He still didn't know a single thing about who anypony was in his dream, but every time, it seemed to become more of a memory and less of a nightmare. His head hit the pillow again, taking deep breaths to calm himself, and tried to have better dreams this time.