Post by Silver HOPE on Jul 20, 2011 11:15:13 GMT -5
Our lives were Happy and Cheerful and full of Hope, once. Little Colts and Fillies would playfully canter around Cadence, Mothers not far behind. All Herds could meet in peace, travel the other's land, without any harm to be done. That was what our lives were like.
But, now, we live in Fear. We can no longer venture out of our Herdlands, we can no longer allow our tiny Foals to run and jump and play wherever they want. We can just barely bring the children back to Cadence. What used to be a Daily Event has been decreased to Bi-Weekly. What used to be adventures, is now simply talking and trotting...
All because of them.
Those... those... Ingrates! They think they can just Trot up to us and take over! We are not some weak little Imaginary friends! We are Hope...!
That Stallion was nice and fine as a Colt, happy and cheerful as could be. But then, something happened, something that changed him. His Person... she died, of a sickness... It completely turned him around. And now he thinks he has the right to revolt! To us, his old friends! His Companions! The blasphemy...
Though, of course, to him and his followers, it is simply a new way of life. They believe that this "change" is needed, so that us of Cadence Isels will be come Independent. But we were simply not made for that! We were made to be the Love and Hope of Children! Not simply animals to stand on our own.
Though, what's even worse... Some of the others are changing. Not just with Fear or Paranoia, but their Physical Appearance, too. They're beginning to look Devilish, even! And then... others are fading away, simply loosing their own Hope... So now, there is only one question left for us to ask.
How will we Survive...?
[/size]But, now, we live in Fear. We can no longer venture out of our Herdlands, we can no longer allow our tiny Foals to run and jump and play wherever they want. We can just barely bring the children back to Cadence. What used to be a Daily Event has been decreased to Bi-Weekly. What used to be adventures, is now simply talking and trotting...
All because of them.
Those... those... Ingrates! They think they can just Trot up to us and take over! We are not some weak little Imaginary friends! We are Hope...!
That Stallion was nice and fine as a Colt, happy and cheerful as could be. But then, something happened, something that changed him. His Person... she died, of a sickness... It completely turned him around. And now he thinks he has the right to revolt! To us, his old friends! His Companions! The blasphemy...
Though, of course, to him and his followers, it is simply a new way of life. They believe that this "change" is needed, so that us of Cadence Isels will be come Independent. But we were simply not made for that! We were made to be the Love and Hope of Children! Not simply animals to stand on our own.
Though, what's even worse... Some of the others are changing. Not just with Fear or Paranoia, but their Physical Appearance, too. They're beginning to look Devilish, even! And then... others are fading away, simply loosing their own Hope... So now, there is only one question left for us to ask.
How will we Survive...?