Memories......
Gunfire and screaming, that's all I heard. Ponies of all kinds running around, and some even fighting back. Blood is splattered all over the cold, dirty walkways that we use to stroll happily on. The streets are full of ponies attacking each other with guns and explosives. Each and every bullet shot rang in my ears and made me dizzy. Walking out my front door of my house was like walking straight into pony hell. I ran into my bedroom and slammed the door shut, pulling the lock. Everything happened so fast. I shit myself every time there was a busting sound on our door. It was either a raider trying to get in, or bullets that went off coarse into our house.
My father was hiding with my mother and sister up in the attic, they didn't have time to grab me. I am only four though, so I can make of what room I have next to the items in my closet. It was cold, cramped and dusty. It smelled like an old library. The floor was a hard wood, making it very uncomfortable let alone the awkward position I laid in. I heard ponies break down the front door to my house, and my sister screaming. Gunfire and screaming, that's all I heard.
"Storm? Are you alright?"
"What? Yeah, I'm fine."
"Still thinkin' about it?"
"Yeah."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"If you need me, I'm here for you."
"Yeah, thanks Night."
Author's Note: It's good to be back. Reboot is going to be so much more in depth about his relationships and past life. So much has changed in the story, so erase all your memories of the old story. If your just starting up, welcome... To the land of the Guardian.