Past Sins, Burdens of Tomorrow-Revamp


                                            >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.