War
War, war never changes, not even in the "perfect" world of Equestria.
Big Mac wandered through the war-torn field where he lived prior to the war. Mac wore a suit of iron that made a loud "CLANK" whenever we took a step. No one remembered how it started, the wedding at canterlot then, his sister and the others ... it was just unbearable to him, sadness washed over him with the memories of his sister. After that first attack, everything went to hell as the changelings destroyed Equestria, killing millions with no one to stop them. The worst part was after destroying Equestria, most of them left, the cowards. Only a few ponies remained and most them were insane trying to kill one another. Mac was the only sane one left, luckily he never had to kill anypony.
Wandering through the once flourishing apple orchard he helped create and run, a quiet, almost inaudible noise came from somewhere near him. Mac quickly checked his surroundings. A small creature was behind him, a changeling. Mac slowly approached it as not to set a trap he though would spring on him. As he approached the changeling, he heard a soft weep come from the small changeling. As Mac was over it's body, it looked up at his terrified. Then it looked down as if it knew what would come next, death. Mac looked at it and noticed that one of its legs was trapped under a fallen apple tree. a pool of blood came out from under it. Mac, nervous of the Changeling because he thought it would attack him if it got the chance. However, with the broken leg, how would it fight? Sympathy rose in Big Mac, eventually weighing his options made him realize that an ally would be powerful in this time of destruction. The changeling looked up in surprise as Big Mac lifted the tree from the changeling's leg. The changeling attempted to stand up, but failed for his leg was broken and bleeding. The changeling, hobbling away from Mac thought that in ALL the war-torn land that there would be a pony that would even notice him, let alone help him instead of killing him. Mac watched as the changeling that he took his time to help hobble away. As it looked back, it fell over from exhaustion and pain. Mac ran to the limp body picking it up, putting it on its back and carrying it to where he lived, the barn of he war-torn farm. Once he reached the barn, he put what might be his new friend on a pile hay. Looking at the changeling, Mac felt that he had made the right choice saving it.
He then looked through a small bag of medical supplies, finding a small roll of bandages. He then rapped the bandages around the changeling's bleeding leg. After his work was done, he left the large, rotted barn doors to search for what food and supplies still were left in the ruined town next to his old orchard. Meanwhile, the changeling, through blurred vision saw he wasn't where he blacked out. He looked at his broken leg and what he saw shocked him. His leg was rapped with medical bandages. It wasn't the fact that there was bandages around his leg, the empty bandage roll on the dirt ground, or the fact he had moved from his original location. What surprised him is that all these things meant that the pony who had helped him from under the tree thought a changeling, the creatures that ruined EVERYTHING and completely destroyed Equestia, could feel friendship and compassion towards the ponies his species destroyed. The crazy thing is, that pony who helped him was correct. The changeling felt like this pony wanted to help this disgusting creature and he felt they were ... friends. Exhausted the changeling started to sob with the knowledge that someone ACTUALLY cares about him.
Big Mac, who was now in what was left of Ponyville looked though destroyed buildings. One of the ruined stores held a sight most unpleasant. On the floor was a mangled body with blood everywhere. It was unrecognizable for who it was. All Big Mac knew about it was that it wasn't there before. Suddenly, Big Mac heard scrapping on the wall near the entrance to signal the pony in front of him of his presence. It was a unicorn with a sword held by his magic. He brought it down near his mouth, licking the blood from its rusted blade. He then brought it up while Big Mac, petrified with fear, still had his back to his attacker. The sword was brought down hard upon Big Mac's iron suit, bouncing off. Finally, Big Mac turned to his attacker and saw him clad in an armor made from different hides or animals. Mac checked his surroundings to see there was only one was out but it was through the unicorn. He got ready to charge at his foe and once he was mentally he charged at full speed knocking his obstacle down. The unicorn quickly stood up and gave chase to his new prey.
Enentually they made it to Big Mac's barn where Mac attempted to hide from his attacker. The unicorn outside thrusted his sword through the barn door which just missed Mac's head. The changeling heard the camotion at the doors and starts to fly weakly. The thought of his new friend gave him strength which he used to fly through the doors and collapse on his friend's attacker. The changeling had no nourishment in days or even weeks. Without thinking, the changeling sunk its fangs into its new victim. The changeling drained its victim's blood. Terror weld up in the unicorn's eyes. He and the changeling knew, it was all over for the unicorn who was now paying for what he had done. Once all the blood left the unicorn's body, the changeling's fangs left the limp dead body. Not just the changeling, but Big Mac knew this was only the start of what would be a BEAUTIFUL friendship.