[Fanfic] Galloping Thundermare - Tales of a Millennium Entry IV

[Colt 555]

Tales of a Millennium Entry IV

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Galloping Thundermare

 

 

The name she was given by her birth is now long forgotten; some even think she was never one of our kind and claim that her origins are from the womb of Tartarus itself. However those words were born from ignorance and fear sprouted by her tempest and as once she galloped through our blessed Equestria like one of our own flesh and blood.

 

Centuries ago she was a just wretched filly lost into the consequences of life and this world. Being and orphan has never been a blessing and in those ancient times where the hostility and corruption were law the young mare was destined to live day after day of harsh and painful service.

 

This were times of confusion and betrayal, the rule of the sun princes and her promises for a wonderful Equestria were not enough for some who were willing to do whatever in the pursue of riches and power. Those were the dark times of the realm of the sun and our kind was far for the glory and prosperity we know today. Nevertheless our young mare was just one of the victims of those wild times and her pain will be one to be carried in a way never seen before.

 

She was taken by some of these ruthless ponies, casting her fate to misfortune and anguish as the hearts of her guardians were tainted with the need of demeaning the pure and clean completing the cycle they couldn’t break making it grow with no stop as our filly spirit was broken like theirs.

 

The “saviors”, as they usually named themselves, treat her almost as a slave making her work each day of her young years to earn the food and shelter they always bragged to her. There was no day she could feel love or kindness just abuse and corruption feed her spirit for day and night, still she was strong willed and always hoped for a place beyond the rain and withered fields a place to escape from all what her life was and just be free.

 

Her days of innocence just flew away like the pegasi on the sky. She always admired the winged ponies for their implicit freedom cursing the day she was born a bound to the ground. The sky was the place where her spirit and wished could gallop free contrasting her body shackled to a reality full of unpleasant times and ill memories.

 

But as history has shown our kind there is no date not to met, neither term not to expired and just as complete empires have fallen to the putridity of their cores  after an unspeakable atrocity her spirit could break no more an so she ran away from her saviors. For day and night the mare ran feeling them on her hooves, terrified of being caught and taken back. Through fields and roads, through plains, through scorching sun and brutal  storms her gallop carried on, never turning her sight never stopping her dash, not until her flesh could bear no more and her mind awakened from her fears and mourns.

 

Under the rain and thunders she stall to the ground, her hooves were broken, her heart almost demised she could taste her life on her mouth as the feeling of her spirit still running leaving her  behind. This was her end she was aware as the end freeze her to the core, the final race come to this conclusion every fiber in her knew that hill bathed by storms was her last resting place, that was when the thread of legends entangled all through her bones and soul.

 

Over the winds and tempest another withering being was near to meet its end. A strange creature was starving for ill thoughts, not described in any books or scrolls some believed was akin to the fabled bringers of cold and snow of our Heartwarming tales.  No one had ever encountered such kind of being ethereal and un existent in flesh although real and tangible in essence, its hunger and need drove him to the dying mare for the sustain her despair, pain and fury could provide for it.

 

The fading earth pony could not understand the specter beyond her sight, she had thoughts of the afterlife and saw it as a carrier for her soul, but the creature was far from a celestial being it feed over the mare’s sorrow with such frenzy some could even call it passion and flare mistaken the feast it was having over the now broken soul. It was such a desperate devour that the creature could not realized he got attached to it’s pray as a cold unnatural feeling started to run across the earth pony’s flesh.

 

Both becoming one could mean something unreal but the legends are born from so much more and that storm was the time for one to do so.

 

A lighting of incommensurable might rushed from the heavens to the ground sparking the earth and sky with its terrifying bright. It stroke with god like accuracy the body of the parting mare and ended the life of the ethereal creature in less than a breath. The power of the sky itself flowed through the agonizing creature’s veins and the essence of the unknown being took each ounce of its fury and despair previously consumed into a form of pure living plasma. Her body blasted in a maelstrom beyond description made of energy and remains turning her mane and tail into whole lighting flowing from a body now dyed in a white glow of aberrant beauty with bolts of blue electricity running though her coat. Her eyes blasted with sparks covering them with the full current of the celestial wrath as a cry from her throat turned into the voice of the welkin speaking the piercing language of thunder. The Thundermare was given birth by storm and death itself.

 

The Thundermare’s mind was blank she could only hear the call of the rage in the sky and see the might of the tempest regaining her memories, memories of pain, suffering, abuse and sorrow fueled her fury that resounded into the deep ceilings of the world as a uproarious thunder. Her hooves suddenly moved by their own recalling the fatal race that brought her there, but now her gallop defied reality itself taking her to the clouds above.

 

Leaving lighting traces behind, the Thundermare was at last able to find her longed freedom in the sky. Each one of her steps leaving bolts of deadly power behind, setting a symphony of chaos and tempest at the surroundings skies, over the land the creatures witnessed her race with fear and startle as her wonder started to fade into a madness driven by a rage long before engraved in her heart.

 

The gallop was her right, the gallop was her might, the gallop was existence and life as she runs through the skies of our world bringing fear to those below. Over land and sea, over plains and mountains the thunder of her hooves recalls the pain of her previous life and announces the danger of her wrath and might. A being who seems the avatar of fury that was never touched by love, an asymptote to peace waiting for a soul brave enough to tame her for the world’s ease .

 

 

But that is indeed a different tale

 

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Shout-outs and kudos to @@Artling, for such a great piece bringing her out of words and giving her a shape. 

This is the forth entry of the Tales of a Millennium - Fanfic Project.

All about this project is right here on this topic.
English is not my native language so please if I in any way this is not understandable or well written tell me so to fix and improve. Also bring the criticism to the comments and help me get better.

 

Thanks for your time reading this

Edited January 13, 2013 by Colt