Remembering

by marineproductions100

Remembering

Blue Archer is a fine stallion. He served for the Solar Empire for twenty-three years, under Celestia's command. In the armor, he looked like any other guard, but when he's out of the armor, he has a tan coat with a red mane that naturally curled at his chin line. He also had a scar from one of his many battles that he has fought in When he was in service with the Solar Empire, he was part of the Ground Forces. The bravest, honorable, and proudest division in the entire Solar Empire. He fought side by side with many guards in that division and he did it with pride. Once his service was up, he still had the pride that he fought in the Ground Forces of the Solar Empire.

Blue Archer faced the outside world. The sun was starting rise over the horizon. He always beat the sun before it could rise, ever since he left the Solar Empire. He never could sleep for long, after he left. He watched the sun slowly rise and his mind started to play back on him. Back to a time not so long ago. During one of the deadliest battles he has ever been in. During one of the worst battles has ever been in.

He remembers walking through the Crystal Empire with his three fellow guards close by him. The Griffons had wage war against pony-kind, because of the assassination of their former leader.

Blue Archer looked down into his hoof and held three stars with metal chains around them. Each star had a first and last name on them. Each dog tag belonged to the three fellow guards.

He didn't remember when, but he remembered how they fell. They were brave stallions, he'd tell himself, they didn't deserve to die. He was walking slowly with the three guards close by. There was a scratching noise that made them jump and turn the other direction. By the time they looked back, one of the guards had already been killed by a Griffon guard. This made Blue Archer's, and the other two guards', blood boil. They charged at the Griffon, screaming their battle cries, and slaughtered the guard. When you take down a Griffon, more will come. And more did come.

They came soaring from the rooftops. Their screeches could be heard across the city. They surrounded them by six-to-three. Blue Archer and the others didn't back down. They stood their ground and waited for their enemy to strike. The Griffons came in fast, but Blue Archer was faster. He took down the first one that made the foolish move to attack first. Then, his two comrades took down one. Leaving it four-to-three.

The Griffons tried a new strategy by throwing two Griffons at one pony and it worked. The two Griffons shred one of the guards into pieces. His fresh blood was splattered all over the armors of both the Griffons and the ponies' armor. The Griffons tried to repeat the tactic, but Blue Archer attacked the Griffons with more rage and strength. Another Griffon down. Blue Archer and the guard now stood back to back up against three Griffons. They circled around the two.

Finally, one of the Griffons charged at Blue Archer and he thrust his sword into the Griffon. A scream came from behind Blue Archer. When he turned around, he saw the two Griffons cutting the other guard down. Blue Archer yelled and swung his sword at one of the Griffons. The Griffon's neck was sliced open and it fell down within seconds.

Blue Archer looked at his enemy dead in the eye. His enemy looked back at him. Blue Archer was more wiser than he looked. He knew never to take the first strike, but to wait for his enemy to make the first move. That's what he did and his enemy fell right into his trap. The Griffon ran towards him, but he dodged out of the way and sliced his sword at the Griffon's leg. His enemy fell, with a loud cry. Then, he stuck his blade into the Griffon's back. Almost instantly killing his enemy.

Once he was done with his little fight, he went over to the three guards and picked up their dog tags from their armor. When he was done collecting the dog tags, he noticed that there was something strange. The city was quiet. Is the battle over? He asked himself.

He walked around the city only to find hundreds of dead guards from both sides. Blood coated the streets. A limp here and a limp there was all you could see. Dead guards left to right and down to up. The battle was indeed over, but with a major cost: hundreds of dead stallions and mares. He was the only one. He fell down to his knees and screamed.

A tear slipped past his eyelid. He remembered the screams that the other three guards had made when they died. He also remembered seeing young colts and fillies in armor who laid among the dead. He kept staring at the horizon. "I fought for your sun," he said. "And it was an honor."

Blue Archer got up from his chair and placed the dog tags around his neck. He turned around and went to his bedroom. In his bedroom, he found his wife just waking up to the son. She smiled and walked up to him to give him an affectionate hug. He leaned into her ear. "I'm glad that I fought for your safety so I can see you another day. And I am proud that I did." He whispered.

"So am I," she whispered back. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "So am I."