09-04-2016, 07:35 AM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
She is no fool.
Reagan had been many things in her life, but a fool was never one of them. But so caught up was she in her own misery of no longer being bestowed with magical abilities, that she scarce was aware that nobody else had had theirs either. There was a day when Reggie’s ability with foreign affairs was not something people overlooked. She had known them all. Eight’s power was legendary, and there had been a time, oh so long ago, when they had been friends—sort of. Under the rule of Covet, when she had been the Lady, and he had been a general. The war…the death.
It had been glorious, and all for the sake of nothing but power. And a war that should never have taken place. But that was in the past, when all former apocalypses were dead and gone and this was the new end of the world for the new generation of selfishly traited ponies who loved using their powers. Should the land know better? Of course, because it keeps happening. But why should the land care?
She senses, that even through his polite exterior, the power that lies behind his Demian’s lack of eyes goes to show that there is more to him than meets the… uhm. Eye. He is aware of something, and so when he mentions to Reagan that everyone has lost their homes, she is made aware, for the first time, that perhaps this catastrophe is not just in her, but in everyone. She said a silent prayer before blinking, shifting her weight onto your front legs, and moving off towards his pointed head, in the direction of the trees.
“At this point, what have I got to lose?”
Reagan had been many things in her life, but a fool was never one of them. But so caught up was she in her own misery of no longer being bestowed with magical abilities, that she scarce was aware that nobody else had had theirs either. There was a day when Reggie’s ability with foreign affairs was not something people overlooked. She had known them all. Eight’s power was legendary, and there had been a time, oh so long ago, when they had been friends—sort of. Under the rule of Covet, when she had been the Lady, and he had been a general. The war…the death.
It had been glorious, and all for the sake of nothing but power. And a war that should never have taken place. But that was in the past, when all former apocalypses were dead and gone and this was the new end of the world for the new generation of selfishly traited ponies who loved using their powers. Should the land know better? Of course, because it keeps happening. But why should the land care?
She senses, that even through his polite exterior, the power that lies behind his Demian’s lack of eyes goes to show that there is more to him than meets the… uhm. Eye. He is aware of something, and so when he mentions to Reagan that everyone has lost their homes, she is made aware, for the first time, that perhaps this catastrophe is not just in her, but in everyone. She said a silent prayer before blinking, shifting her weight onto your front legs, and moving off towards his pointed head, in the direction of the trees.
“At this point, what have I got to lose?”