"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." -Friedrich Nietzsche
A brief fable about a child who walks a journey that none should travel, a journey that all must face eventually: the journey to face reality.
Interpret it however you like.
Well, guess I'll be puzzling over this for a while.
This was an awesome chapter, can't wait to read more of it...
Dead spirit, barbarian kings, monsters, the attack and the last two sentences. I think I get what you mean Night Shine. Even if my assumption is correct, you don't have to apologise for that, but maybe I get it wrong 'eh?
Beautiful language indeed. I did learn many new usages of methapors and figurative language. Thank you. Though I found some parts where you separated your paragraphs in a... actually there are better parts to cut them in. Overall, splendid.
My guess would be that in order to survive, the ponies have had to sacrifice everything that made them ponies to begin with.
In that case, have they really survived?
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It's far past time that I confess what this story really means. Don't let the "interpret it however you like" fool you; I knew exactly what I was saying.
Before summer of 2013, I believed bronies to be the morally purest community on Earth. However, I knew full well what 4chan's reputation was. So when I heard from Saberspark's Ballad of the Brony that Bronies came from 4chan, I naturally assumed that they had risen from its dark depths to become something greater:
And yet, I was curious why some bronies had returned there...
...especially given 4chan's reputation:
But I realized, somewhere deep down, that bronies are just as insufferably evil as every other group of humans. All it took was something to prove it. I predicted that, if I would ever go on 4chan, I would lose my faith in the "Brony Ideal." That never actually came to pass...instead of killing off my faith in Bronies with one swift stroke, I simply let that faith die over years of disillusionment and cruel wisdom. Still, either way, the outcome was inevitably the same: surrender to depression.
I had previously used a combination of MLP-based idealism and sleep deprivation to alleviate depressive symptoms. That no longer works due to the fact that I took the blinders off. It's kind of funny how much the truth can hurt.
Does the author's note make more sense now?
I'm really sorry if you don't care or otherwise didn't want to know, but I've been keeping the story's true meaning a secret for over a year and it still makes me uncomfortable.
4547381 Never been to 4chan, and don't intend to start.