A click was heard swiftly as it's sound was interrupted with a blast. Rain poured down on the grass and stones. A crackle was heard erupting through the air. A boy, the age of 13, stood on the blades of grass that soaked in the rain. He held a revolver pistol. He then dropped it. He stared at the grave stones. There were 5. every single one held the title of "Hero" and a name put under it. The boy was alone, or so he thought. He spoke, as if the bodies that lie six feet below would hear.
"Alek. Jonah. Trent, or 'Beef''. Dominic. Xavier. I never meant it to be this way. It was my fault. It's always going to be my fault. You all died fighting for me and the others. It should have been me,"
That boy was me. My name is Cooper G. Burton. I used to live in America. Now I live somewhere many would call paradise. Paradise isn't a place. It's a state of mind. I however hold the guilt of being responsible for death. I'll always be guilty. So while sanity slowly walks away I'm left at the grave to rot as I wait and hope for my own death where I will head to my rightful place in hell.
But while the door closes behind you, with enough strength maybe you can open the one ahead of you. To live life takes strength, courage, and a strong will to live. It's easy to die. One bullet is all it takes. One slice of the neck, the tying of a knot and the kick of a stool, or a chair. It's hard to live. Challenge after challenge appears and you must cross said bridge the way you think is best. Some people never learn how to adapt, others do. I don't know how to adapt to this. I've dealt with death before, but never with it's blood on my hand.
I stare at the graves. I then feel pressure on my right shoulder. A hoof. It had golden plating around it along with pure white fur.
I said I used to live in America. Now I live somewhere completely different. A place where peace fills the land. But never will peace stay forever. The idea of peace is impossible. There will always be hatred in the mind somewhere. Hiding if not appearing. But, someday all hell must break loose. That is the day that hell must find a new host land, when itself is too full or is of no use. When hell freezes over.
But, possibility is just a mindset that can be overcome by sheer strength of will. Where there is a will, there is a way. Mostly, the way of the will is the path less taken. We know it is what will be better in the future but are too lazy to care. We try to find the easy way out, when we must train for what is hard. It's too bad I learned that lesson too late.
It had been 4 months since the elements of harmony defeated the nightmare. My brother joined her in death, but departed as he floated to heaven.
I hope.
He has his own grave elsewhere filled with air. His body is gone now.
I turn my head to see Princess Celestia. Her mane didn't flow in the rain. It slumped down. She asked me to follow her. I took a look to the graves. I said goodbye and followed the princess through the rain. We ended up entering the Everfree forest.
We walked deep past the forest brush until we entered an opening. There was beautiful grass that was cut to perfection. It was an exact circle cut out of the forest the rain stopped as we entered. A hole was in the clouds and a stairway to heaven shone into it.
She told me she was going to give me a proposition. I could accept and take the easy way out, as I was naive, or I could keep losing my sanity and fill with guilt every morning my eyes open.
She said I could have a new life. She would performing a ritual. She would play god and take back the souls of my friends.
"You will not feel this way anymore. I will turn you and your friends to ponies alike. I will give you a new mind. You will live in peace again," she claimed. I didn't need to ask how. Magic, of course. I did have a question, though.
"Why," I asked. She gave a sympathetic look to me.
"Does it need to be explained," she counter questioned. She was right, though. "What do you think,"
It took me no longer than a minute to answer. What did I answer? Does it need to be explained? Well, lets just say at this point I'm a lazy ass, and the easier rode was too good to pass up.
For those of you who don't understand, I am basically reborn. Celestia will replace my body and memory with a new one same as my friends.
"What about everypony else? Won't they remember me," I asked.
"I have the strongest magic in equestria. Their minds are just as easy if not easier to manipulate than your own, young one. You will never know of humans, and neither will anypony but me, Luna, Cadence and Twilight's brother, Shining armor. No worries for you anymore. Just peace," she answered. "Oh, and you and your friends will be nothing alike what they were as humans. They will have new experiences.
"Please, make my life happy," I begged. She nodded. She then put her horn up in the air. It radiated red coloring in the shape of a ball balanced on the tip of her horn. It released and flew out. That was when my whole life took a new turn.
After the adventure of defeating evil, I turned into a new being all together. Memory erased and changed, body formed into a new one, and life all together opened a new door.
And there we go.
A New Mind.