a thousand years, a thousand years.....
running, all running, i could see my self running down the darkend hall light only by a dark red aura. i could see the shadows of monsters chasing me, i ran into a dead end, i turned to face my them, and i screamed at it.
  
    i rember the feeling of the heavy machenary in my hoofs, the cold metal, the feel of the recoil of the weapon fireing.
Dear Luna i can still hear the screaming of those i failed to save, the monsters that i faced came in all shapes and sizes, some even comeing from the very soles i tried to save. At one point i became the very monster i went hoof to hoof with. I fell into a corner and put my hoofs aginst my iron head and cried, i just cried. why did i deserve this? why? It wasnt long after i awoke in this hell that i discoverd where i was, i crawled to a nearby window, i looked out into the darkness i saw the stars, i saw the void. 
 
 I was in the sky, the night sky that i worshiped so dearly, i know knew what evil lay out here. Why? what did i do to deserve this? was i not a loyal solider? was i not loyal to my Princess? I didnt betray her because she was not Nightmare Moon. My Princess was Luna not Nightmare moon. My life didnt matter anymroe i just fought to stay alive, during the time i spent in my hell i faces mosnters of sprit, monsters of flesh, living and dead, and even monsters of the mind.

    I faced monsters of terreforying size, to creatures so numrous they could consume an entire living being before that beings screams could finish. I couldnt sleep for very long, i couldnt eat healthy things. The sleep i could get was short and distrubed, the things i could eat were rotten or foul. wat little water i found would either make me sick or could possibly kill me. but the worst part wasnt the situation i was in, the worst part was that i could not die. If i were to be struck down, loose a limb, i could not die, but the pain, oh Luna the pain, i may have been immortal but i could still feel pain. Ive had monsters run there razor sharp limbs thur my body, ive had  them gash and slice me, ive even had hte displeasure of having my thorat slit. 

But now i lay on my chest, my face in the dirt, the dirt its self smelling of a bitter sweet arouma, one i know of but have not smelt in soo long. my hole body ached and i didnt want to move but the sounds of aproching hoofs broght back the fight back into me.