A moment of calm by >>38964515


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                                            >with a grunted sigh, I slid to the ground, resting my back against the rock wall

                                            >out of all the damn shit life ever threw at me, this was total bullshit

                                            >removing my helmet and setting it down with my bag, I wiped the sweat out of my eyes

                                            >the torn landscape of No Pone's Land gave me thoughts of home, of my kinds first Great War

                                            >this land of the magical talking horses was hard to adjust to at first

                                            >and suddenly being in a war

                                            >to tired to remember the details of my last three years in this hell, I reached over to my bag

                                            >not much time to eat and drink before I have to get back to patrol

                                            >mindlessly I dug through my bag, looking for my can of applesauce and can opener

                                            >thoughts of why I even agreed to fight burned at the back of my brain

                                            >feeling the ground instead of the canvas of my bag

                                            >I then noticed the hole near the bottom, most of my supplies for the day gone

                                            >fucking glass canon prick-a-corns...

                                            >another defeated sigh escaped my lips, my legs getting ready to lift me back up

                                            >a soft breeze, quick and sharp blew dust near me as rainbow mane horse landed, folding her wings

                                            >Rainbow Dash. The pony who I first met when I landed in the middle of this hell

                                            >at that time, her metal wing was just a bloody stump and her eye and ear bleeding on top of that

                                            >I don't know what compelled me to help her, I had no idea what side was doing what for what

                                            >perhaps it was her eye that stared into me at that moment

                                            >I smiled as she sat near me, her face one of stone and some how relaxed

                                            >looking at my bag and I assume seeing me before, in one swift motion her hoof held a can of applesauce and its top was sliced clean off with one stroke of her metal wing

                                            >a simple nod, she handed it to me

                                            >no way you can say no if Dash gave you something

                                            >like I even would want to

                                            >sipping on it like a can of beer, Dash and I spent our few minutes of break staring out at the sundered land

                                            >a cold and firm embrace on my shoulder as she rested her metal wing on me

                                            >together, we dreamed of tomorrow