>When you closed your eyes, you could still smell it
>The charred corpses of the witches
>When you closed your eyes you could still hear it 
>The cries of the witches, raped, mutilated, disemboweled
>The laughter and the revelry of the witch hunters, praising His name as the small splash is made from the boots on the blood pools
>When you closed your eyes you could still feel it
>The trembling hands as you cradle your friend's body
> When you closed your eyes you could still taste it
>The blood in your mouth as you assumed this would be your final moment
>When you closed your eyes, you could still see it
>The great war, unending in a spiral in a field of flames 
>Then you open your eyes, and you're awakened by the sudden jerk of the carriage
>"There we are, Equestria Academy of Magic and Wizard-craft." 
>You take your suitcase and leave the carriage, standing in front of the front entrance of the academy.

>The gate opened with a withered creak, with no person to greet you there was nothing to do but to walk forward.
>You knew this academy. 
>Equestria Academy of Magic and Wizard-craft, the academy of old tradition melded with new. The place that one day would be destroyed.
>At least, that was you were taught. Back when you were a child, The Order, preached the end of witches and wizards. Time flies when you’re in a war.
>Even faster when that was your childhood
>You continued to walk down the small forest pathway, and eventually ended up in what it looked like a back entrance of the academy. A woman stood, pale skin with black hair.
>Luna, a short name but a woman of great importance… second most important.
>“Good evening, Mr.Anonymous.”
“Good evening.” You quietly say. 
>“Follow me, I’ll take you to my sister.”
>The academy was well-lit, warm, and deathly quiet. The walk toward Headmistress Celestia was a silent one, heavy with tension.
>And after a few minutes of following, you reached to the headmistress’s office.