Solar

by SilverQuill89

Silver Quill is a young filly who lives in Maresaw, the very capital of Foalland. SHe is very happy with her family, until the Second Solar War begins. In the bitterest winter that Foalland had ever had, the Germaren army attacked Maresaw, and it burned to the ground. Many died that night, including Silver's mother. Now, she only wishes for revenge.

The blast of a canon and shattering glass woke Silver Quill late in the night. The little purple filly scrambled out of bed with her downy quilt still tangled around her legs. The dark night had been lit up by the fires that raged the country. The door slammed open, as her mother galloped to her side, putting her hoof around the tiny filly.

"Quickly!" The pale blue mare panted, "Come with me!"

"Mother?" Silver's eyes went wide. "What's happening?"

The smell of burning wood and gasoline filled her nostrils, and Silver Quill's mother barely had time to answer before the ceiling of their cottage collapsed on them. As the beams of oak landed on her tiny flank, the filly hardly had time to comprehend what she had said. The pain was unbearable, heavy, and everything was dark again.

Was she even still awake? Silver tried to open her eyes, but was met with a pain so ferocious that she squeezed them shut again, and wailed. She didn't know when the wood was removed from her back, or when she was carried away. All she could remember was the pouring rain, and the hissing as the fires were put out, and the word her mother had used before she had died.

"War."