As Thunder woke he could make out the shape of a mare standing in front of him. He could hear the moans of wounded. was he dead? No it sempt too real. Save them all. He could hear her again. Her voice ringing in his ears. Then he could hear a voice singing, a beautiful melody. How long this lasted Thunder could not say, however when he fully woke there was a bird in the window; the sun was rising over the wall. And smoke was rising as well. His mind was racing. Are we under attack? He began to rise, he was stopped by a lighting bolt of pain rising through his spine toward the base of his left wing. He let out a moan of pain. Then they was yet another needle piercing his skin, sending him back into his sleep.
Grey was sitting in his tent, watching the siege of wayland castle. The castle that flew the north banner before The Wall was even started. And it never fell. But the arrogant southern commander still thinks that the castle will fall.
“One push! Then victory.” I wonder how many died due to those words alone … Thunder needs to heal soon. Grey looked toward Wayland Castle’s Barbican; the portcullis was down and the drawbridge was down, the defenders were watching the attacking army’s camp. The walls were around 10 feet high and as thick. Grey could see another wall higher than the first, than a third wall. Then the Keep, standing tall, proud and a foreboding,50 feet high, looked over the entire castle and surrounding areas.
The attacking army’s camp was spread over the three attackable sides, the east the north and the south. The west side of the castle was impossible to attack due to the mountain range. The mountain range was Grey’s only hope of getting the group safe, the south won't bother to follow them and the north won’t care about killing a few deserters. Grey had everything figured out. Everything apart from Thunder, if he was still in hospital then he would have to be left, but then Wrath’s death would be in vain, And Grey would fail his duty to end the war.
Volcanic Axe was sitting in his tent, mourning the loss of his brother. Thinking of all the times had been pulled from the teeth of death, all the times his brother saved him. A tear came to his eye, then it was a flood.
“Momma? Momma you’re here?”
“Yes silly.” came a voice from beyond the void “I’m always here for my baby.”
“Why you no save Brother?”
At first they was no response, then the voice came back “Somethings even I cannot stop.”
Volcanic Axe was looking to the exit of his tent, the sun was shining on him with all it’s light “Momma please.”
There was a sigh “we’ll save some cookies”
Volcanic Axe nodded, a singular cloud covered the sun and the communication was lost. A stallion was standing in the archway “You okay there friend?”
His response was Volcanic Axe pushing him to the ground and then a swift kick in the babymakers.
Brave was walking around the southern army’s camp, thinking about what happened in the battle last week. Thinking about how an agent of the north killed all those soldiers of the north, was it the upset of his brother dying? Or was it just to the fact that the “agents” are just liars? and the “agents” work for the south, or are bandits trying to dismantle the north; if that was the case than it was Braves responsibility to report them and save his and many overs life. And whatever happened to the stallion he spoke to? Brave was told that he was killed, but who killed him? and what proof did Grey have to back up what he was saying? Brave needed to talk to somepony, but who? Grey’s team? No, that was a foolish idea if he ever heard one. The army? It could work but it was unlikely, he could get killed or tortured for information.
After a while Brave had an idea, it was risky but it might just work. His plan would start the moment he gets back to his tent. The moment he is safe, he will use a time traveling spell, go back to the train ride and find out just what happened. He was sure it was illegal, but he has killed, so what has he got to lose? oh yeah, his life. But that was not what was on his mind, he wanted to know the truth. The idiot Thunder nearly died for a lie, Brave would not have the same fate.
Red Cross was on her rounds, looking at the many empty beds where the wounded should be lying if the wall was breached, Red Cross had no idea why she was walking down the empty room. Maybe it was as it helped her to clear her mind without stallions drooling over her. Having her body in this world was a curse, she wanted change. A different system: a choice of how she spends her life; a choice of who she spends the night with and maybe, just maybe, who she spends her life with.
She found herself outside Thunder’s room, some call him a hero, some call him a fool. All she called him was unfortunate, she knew it will be hard for him when he wakes from his drug infused sleep. They will be ponies looking at him differently, making jokes at his expense, and asking him if he needs help with simple things. She let out a sigh for him, her hand fell on the door handle. The handle was cold, and her hand hot. She stood waiting to be invited in, but by who? Thunder was out called and she was the only other person in the building. After a prolonged, one sided, staring contest she opened the door. She was hit by the scent of disinfectant and dead flesh, what this pony gave for the south was too much.
Red Cross walked over to Thunder and checked his vital signs, he was still technically alive. She looked at his wound, a large wound ran from Thunder’s hip to the stump where his wing should've been.
Red Cross looked at Thunder in pity “A Pegasus who can’t fly. Truly there is no worse fate. As The Fire Lord, The Ice lord and any other gods as my witness, help me save them all. Save them all”. A single tear fell off her face, it landed on Thunder’s cheek, glowed blue, then disappeared.
The sun was setting over the wall, the warm golden glow filled the room. Thunder began to wake from his drug powerd sleep, he looked around, seeing the smoke from the wall was still rising, but instead of panicking him, the sight made him smile. Remembering what the smoke will mean, a chance to get away from the army, to go north, and end this god forsaken war. But they were a few problems with his plan, the main ones being: he didn’t know how long he had been out; he didn’t know if Grey and the others had gone, and possibly the worst and most troublesome one, he had no idea if the army had found out about the plan and if they are about to arrest him.
As if on que, the door began to slowly open. But instead of armour clad guards they was a white clad mare standing, looking at him. It was the mare from the bar, Thunder recognized her, but the night he saw her the was very drunk. Why did she just stand there? did he make a move on her?
She opened her mouth, her voice was weak and full of pain “I see you have woken, Thunderbird…you're lucky to be alive. My name is Red Cross, do you have any questions?”
Thunder had one, a simple one “What is this pain I feel in my left side?”
Red Cross held her breath, searching for a way to bring the truth to him “... We ... had to amputate your wing … I’m sorry.”