Artwork Credits: http://fedte.deviantart.com/art/Corrupted-338293907 Download Link: Not available. youtube....... the pic is 1872x843 in dimension yet it fails. Both parts are his managed to find the one without a sword on derpibouru and then the finished art. After war what is left? i have made several themed battle songs and anthems but what is left after war? desolation, and yet i wonder what if there is another reality, where we are different creatures? different dimensions? realities? who knows, but if they did exist here is fluttershy as human. Background story. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ One wonders, what am i fighting for what am i drawing my sword for, is it all really worth it in the end? do other solutions exist, every time i venture out i leave desolation after me and this sickens me. But one has to sometimes do what one hates the most for a greater cause, i venture out on the plains, i look around me and all i can see is ashes and death all around me with no life, so much life has been taken yet no new arrives and no new takes it place, i wonder if this spiral of destruction will in the end leave us with nothing. There are times i feel like there is two of me, one that does not want to fight anymore and yet another that most. With every field i visit and leave nothing but death i always stay behind for a day or two to give a silent prayer, a silent moment remembering those that fell and were beside me my brothers and sisters, while shouldering the burden of all who has fallen before my sword, the pain the scream the last breath they took as i moved and plowed through. No matter how many times i do this, no matter how many times i stay behind to reflect upon this scenery. The death and desolation that war has brought, something that i had a hand in doing, i can say the least with safety i have not even become a little bit wiser. But you know, i can be most certain for one thing for sure, when i close my eyes and focus on the desolated plains of war i can hear the lament of those that have died they cry out in pain and regret, they sing their song of whispers in a harmonised way and as i close my eyes i am for a blink of an second gone in a whole different world an reality just as mine but with no violence and no sword to clutch in my hand, no means to cause death and despair no means to take life, something eerie, something peaceful, but the crows shriek brings me back to reality and hollow wind kicking up sand and dust and the ashes of the dead wake me up from my meditated focus and yet the sword, a means for death and despair is in my hand as black as the plains are here, the sword never left me in the first place but i left it for a brief moment. I do not know why i do this, i sense deep inside of me in my mind as well as heart that i am looking for something.. I do not know what, i do not know why, but i will keep doing this as i have always done until the day comes, that i my self will be part of those whispers in the ever great harmony of the never ending melody that echoes through the lonesome plains of war, or hopefully i will one day grow wiser from all of this and find a shred of wisdom if possible before that happens. In either ending of these two i will with most certainty grow a bit wiser in my search....beyond this life.....or during this life.. .....at the very least today the crows will feast well. ----------------------------------------------------- Comments are always appreciated! I hope you enjoyed this as i enjoyed making this! Until next time! Release for Nov the 28th 2012 A bit different but yet still dark, i hope i managed to nail the desolation and hollow sadness in this piece the calm fields, death is pretty much calm and silent.