Rainfall's Shroud

As the Great War rages on, Kaiserin Regenfall IV of Alemaneia spends some quality time with her most dedicated, loyal soldiers.

Namely, the ones who paid the ultimate price.

*Set in The Flower Mare Universe. Reading is NOT required.*

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Dustchu

Dustchu #1 · Oct 27th, 2018 · 4 · ·

Whew... man,this is powerful. Nicely done man, nicely done!

War is painful, and being the leader responsible for all of this? It hurts. Good show.

anonpencil

anonpencil #2 · Oct 28th, 2018 · 1 · ·

Did you want a punch in the feelings today?
Yeah?
Then read this fuggin story.

Alex_

Alex_ #3 · Oct 28th, 2018 · 2 · ·

This deserves much more attention

Novak

Novak #4 · Oct 28th, 2018 · 7 · 2 ·

Pride. Nationalism. The refusal to admit mistakes or that you were wrong. These are just as much the killers of people as anything else.

Whiskeylullaby

Whiskeylullaby #5 · Oct 28th, 2018 · 1 · ·

The morning fog hung over the trenches, as Private Kettle sat with his mates and set a battered tea kettle over the fire they'd built. they were filthy, from the mud and the months of fighting. Across the way, they could hear the Alemaneians waking up.

"Looks like its gonna be a bad one today, lads." Kettle said, pouring the weak tea for each of the other stallions. "Ye'd think they'd at least send us some bloody tolerable tea. I could deal with the fightin', but this is jus torture" This earned a few grunts and a chuckle from the otherwise silent squad. Sighing, Kettle leaned back, hoof going to his breast pocket. With a little precision, he removed something from within, cursing the unicorns that designed the uniform when he nearly drpped it into the ever present muck. It was his harmonica, A gift from his sweetheart, Daisy. With a huff, he brought it to his lips and began to play. It was popular song among the troops, and soon half the company was singing along. Even a few heavily accented voices from across the way joined in.

Years later....

An elderly pony sat at the foot a a great monument. Thousands of names were carved into it, and more would be added each day until it was complete. Tears were in his eyes as he lifted a battered harmonica from his jacket and began to play, shaking hooves bringing it to trembling lips as he read the names of his friends who fought in this very place so long ago, the scars of the conflict still visible, if only barely in the ground around it.

RoboRed

RoboRed #6 · Oct 28th, 2018 · 1 · ·

I suppose maybe, just maybe, she did learn something throughout that damned war after all...

IPlayCardsNShit

IPlayCardsNShit #7 · Dec 19th, 2018 · 1 · 2 ·

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Imagine disrespecting people's willingness to sacrifice their lives for the sake of their country and loved ones.

If you want to put the blame with anything it would be the total disregard for human life and the inept tactical decisions in WW1

Novak

Novak #8 · Dec 19th, 2018 · 2 · ·

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I'm talking about the politicians and policy makers more than just the people. I understand love of country and the bond that service members share, I'm currently in the Army now deployed to Afghanistan. But I am no fool, we must be careful when governments mean to demonize and dehumanize other people. That's a dark path.

ShadowWarrior7