//------------------------------// // [1P A SoL] And Then There Were Two // Story: A Collection Of Geodesic One-Shots // by GeodesicDragon //------------------------------// I walked slowly through a cloud of dust, the stench of death assaulting my nostrils and growing stronger with each step. I looked around, my eyes falling on the bodies of the ones I had fought alongside... and against. My heart burned with rage at the sight of so many of my friends lying dead, tears stinging my eyes as I slowly picked my way through the carnage. As I made my way across the battlefield, I thought about how folly this whole war had been. Ponies and gryphons had always been the best of friends — but the new gryphon Emperor didn't want that relationship to continue. He dreamed of days gone by, when the gryphons were the masters of the world. He wanted things to go back to 'how they were,' and so he whipped his people into a frenzy. Within a matter of months, the once proud gryphons had been turned into a vicious whirlwind of unstoppable terror and blood-lust. Fast forward to the present. This had been the last great battle for Equestria's defence. Victory here would mean that the Emperor's plans would have to be put on ice — but defeat would have meant the end of ponykind as we knew it. As such, Equestrians everywhere rallied to defend their homeland... though many would pay the ultimate price in doing so. Which leads me to finding myself as the only survivor of the entire Equestrian army, totally unable to see any signs of life amongst the ponies strewn from horizon to horizon. But then I saw movement out the corner of my eye. I looked over, hoping against hope that one of my comrades had survived the slaughter — only to find myself locking eyes with a gryphon. We stared at each other for a moment, before he suddenly raised his weapon. Letting out an ear-splitting screech, the gryphon rushed across the battlefield – not caring whose bodies he stepped all over – and brought his sword down on my head. I barely had time to raise my own sword to parry the blow, a loud clang ringing out and breaking the stillness of the battlefield. I grunted as the gryphon tried to break my defences, sweat forming on my brow as I looked at his blade just inches from my face. I leapt backwards, spreading my wings and throwing up dust into the enemy's eyes. He coughed and hacked, wiping his eyes with a talon — allowing me to press the attack.