This story is a sequel to My How the Seasons Go By...
For four long years, Marble had waited for Sunset to come home as she risked life and limb to save the home she loved. Now she's back, and for the most part, she hasn't lost any limbs. But is she really the same Sunset from before? Will Marble be able to cope with the next set of trials? Will Marble be able to comprehend and help this New Sunset? Or will she feel helplessness as Sunset becomes less and less familiar to her?
They say you can take the mare from Equestria, but you can never take Equestria from the Mare.
A post war story, with references to PTSD, so be warned. Written for the Sunset Shipping Contest: Endings.
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I think I liked the first story better, but you do portray PTSD well.
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Thanks, that was one of the first concerns I had when I was writing this, my main focus was getting the portrayal right without demeaning people in similar situations. Much of what I’ve used for reference when it came to experiences were testimonies I heard from Vietnam veterans I’ve met in person and in books I’ve read regarding women fighting in Vietnam.