Buried Under the Red Snow
All memories stored in the brain, most times forgotten but some are written in the timeless sheets of books. One such has been hidden from the Equestrian eye for a while but with old memories, the forgotten soon becomes the remembered.
Twilight woke up that eerie day, it was cloudy, stormy, spastic lightning strikes and at such an early morning, it seemed to have been an unpleasant day. So, the lavender pony decided to pass the time with a book after she settled into her usual spot to read. However, Twilight began to run out of books
"Read, read, read," Twilight said as she skimmed each book's name. She gave out a sigh as she gave up. "Not a single one I haven't read before." But, just as she said that a random event happened as a book dropped from the book drop off zone. Her eyebrows rose as she trotted over, curious on what and who stopped by the library.
She looked out only to find a book, a little messy from the rain but she didn't find the mysterious pony who delivered the book.
"The Frontier? I haven't read this before, and it doesn't even sound familiar to my books but," She paused as she inspected it. "a book is a book."
Twilight eagerly returned to her spot as she opened the book before surprised to see a little picture of a pony family. There was a mother, a father, a son and daughter, all huddled up. She assumed it was just a family picture but the son seemed to be in a royal guard outfit that she had never seen before. It was more aggressive than the usual ones, with spikes on the shoulder blades and red paint instead of the original gold. Maybe it was fiction, Twilight thought, but there was a little note at the bottom.
"Remember where you came from and if you are to be brought either in a body bag, or in the uniform." – Lt. Colonel Panel, 1stMilitia of Stalliongrad, Expeditionary Company.
Twilight read it before turning to the next page, and began to read the first chapter, titled, A Home of Snow.
Stalliongrad, 8 months ago….
It always hard to get by in the cold, with barely any food, I find to be struggling more and more. My sister, bless her heart, has always been stealing food from me. I always wondered why but it was just how things were. Supplies always cut off from the train freezing over, Canterlot doesn't know we're here or her.
Hard to think, that it was about a thousand of years that our great idol, the moon, had been imprisoned. As a write this, I always look at the moon for guidance, it calms me, soothes me, makes me feel useful.
Sometimes, I see the Mare in the Moon, though it's a reminder of why we all dislike that sun goddess. However, I don't speak for everyone, it's just how I see it.
I've lived here for all of my life, my white coat helps me survive sometimes. My dark mane makes me feel a little bit of a rogue but I want to be a Royal Guard, just like my father. The Royal Guard's my aspiration and when I do, I will serve my city, Stalliongrad, as much as I can possibly do.
My name is Longsword and this is my memoirs.