They did things to me; things so horrible and revolting that it scared me both physically and mentally forever. I closed my eyes, trying to escape the truth, but what I imagined was by far worse than reality. I could smell the stink of the sick stench of the thick black pool of blood that I was submerged in. I could hear my body being violated and the enemy cheering him on. Cheering and watching on as if stripping away my purity was a sporting event. Worst of all, I could feel it. The filth, the shame, the powerlessness to defend myself, I could feel all of it. They forced Nurse Trueheart to watch as these things were done to me. This was the only time I've seen her cry. She saw everypony in front of her, dying, and after devoting her life to saving everypony, in the end she couldn't save anypony at all.

I truly believed that I would die then and there. In fact, I wished for death to come and take me away from the pain and humiliation.
After all the stallions had taken their turns mounting me, pleasuring themselves, I was thrown violently aside. In the reflection of the blood I could see that I resembled something more of a rag, rather than a pony. They walked away from me to finish their humiliation on Nurse Trueheart.

My back was to the wall as I lay slumped against the side of the crater. Catatonia came over me from both the physical fatigue and the sights I saw. My body was no more the color of snow white, but of yellow like bile. My fur was in clumps, caked in blood, spit, and other bodily fluids. I looked down and saw a bloodied flower, cut, torn, and mangled. All around me lay the scattered fragments of my comrades. None of them escaped. None of them ever had the chance.

Nurse Trueheart was tossed beside me.

"A moment for a prayer," the leader said. But, he turned and scoffed, "if Celestia was ever watching."
I heard his laughs as he slowly walked away.

She looked worse than I did. Cuts and bruises covered her body. She had resisted more than I had and paid for it dearly. She was like a mother to me, well, the only mother I had known. I still had hope. We could escape now and live a free life away from this war! I looked to her, but her eyes were lifeless, hollow.

"We will make it! We will make it!" I tried to make myself believe this lie.

The leader of the enemies gave a shout off in the distance and started to stride towards us. We could clearly in the reflecting sunlight that there was something metallic between his teeth, a knife.

A hundred feet.

Nurse Trueheart, with whatever strength she had left, grabbed my limp hoof and tried to drag me away.

Sixty feet.

We both realized why he left alone. He knew that we wouldn't be able to escape; they wanted us to have hope of survival. Then kill us.

Thirty feet.

Nurse Trueheart knew that at this rate we wouldn't be able to escape. In a final attempt to save me she threw herself on top of me.

Ten feet.

I was frightened to death. Not for my own life, but for hers. I could see between her forelegs that the malicious blood-shot eyes were right upon us. I repeated the same lines in my head: "We will make it! We will make it!" I couldn't lie to myself any longer. I cried. I couldn't stop crying. I didn't know why, I've never cried in my life before. Maybe… I've accepted my fate and now the moment I've anticipated has come. I would soon be free.

Zero.

His shadow loomed over us. The weapon in his mouth was encrusted in the blood of our dear friends.
"Please!" Nurse Trueheart embraced me closely, "not the filly!"

He laughed. And smiled. How could he smile like that? He raised the blade and swung down. It pierced right between her shoulders and splintered her spine. He jerked the blade out with ease and swung again, this time slashing at her hindleg. Her blood splashed into my mouth. I could taste it. This was reality. She was dying. I could see that the knife had embedded itself deep into her thigh. He slowly, and brutally, sawed the knife with difficulty, back and forth, through the bone until her appendage separated from the body. Blood was everywhere, dripping in streams onto my body. I felt her grasp on me becoming tighter and tighter with every stab. He stabbed her once more, this time the blade sunk right into her heart. Blood mixed with vomit came gushing out of her mouth. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to live this nightmare anymore. I could feel her body twitch in pain as every consecutive stab pounded through her flesh. Bones would crack and shatter into bits. Now, with every blow her grip would loosen. He laughed. He laughed as he twisted the knife. Her forelegs went limp. She was dead.

I could hear his friends cheering. They were hollering to this "hero" to finish the job. He grabbed Nurse Trueheart's corpse off of me by the hair. Blood dripped down in a stream, down her mane, down her body, down to the tip of her tail. A puddle of blood accumulated quickly. He took the knife and stabbed her neck. Crack. Her spine severed from the head and the body. He lifted her head up high for me to see. Her decapitated body dropped to the ground. Pure white nerves were seen protruding from the core of the spine, like an angel's hair.

He brought the head to my face. I could her eyes, wide open with blood dripping out of them, as if she had cried tears of blood. He then dropped her head onto the bloodied mud and smashed it to bits with his hoof. Little bits of what was her head scattered in an explosion of blood and brain. Red and grey jelly splattered all over me. This was too real.

He raised the knife, this time directly over me. Everypony I had ever known was dead. Memories flashed back: the day I was orphaned, the day I was brought into my first bunker, the first time I saw Nurse Trueheart. It was at last time for me to join them. I saw the glint of the knife as it fell. Everything went black.

I opened my eyes. I saw stars glittering against the night sky. Was I dead? No. I could still feel the pain and smell death's perfume.

"She's awake!"

I immediately jolted up and saw that I was in a run down apartment building with a broken roof. Then I fell back down in pain.

"Hey, filly, you should rest. It's been a hard week for all of us."

I searched the room for the source of the voice and found a dark red stallion lying in the corner of the room.

"Good thing we were there right then, we were just in time."

No. No you weren't. She's still dead. You should have been faster. The bubbling rage inside me wanted to scream these things at them, but pain forced me to be quiet.
"What happened?" that's all I could mutter.

"We found you in the middle of the front lines, filly. Some of those rebel ponies were going to kill you right there," he sighed. "Everypony was dead. Except you. I'm sorry."

So I really was the last one. I eyed the room and saw maps and charts scattered across the walls. "WAR" one newspaper read in bold capitals. A colored string connected this article and then to another. A whole spiderweb of colored strings connected the compilation of papers.

"Interested in these papers?" He saw that I had been eyeing them for a while. "Well these papers tell the story. The true story about the war."

I didn't care what the reason for this war was. I just wanted it to be over.

"You do know about the war, right?"

In actuality, I didn't know anything about the war. My earliest memory was of myself digging trenches for the air raids. I shook my head.

"I thought you'd be too young to know." His eyes were downcast. "But you ought to know. There's a reason why we're all fighting. Even a little filly like you."
He walked over to the web of information and traced a single black string to an article in the center of the wall. He pulled that article off the wall and held it close as he read it aloud.

"It all began long before Equestria..."