(story extract)
 
So, this is how it was going to end for me. In retrospect, I guess I should have seen this one coming; now my curiosity was becoming reality. It was definitely quieter than I’d imagined it to be, more like watching those videos way back when I was just a young colt - but that didn’t take away from the fact. The sky was turning green with each flash, dark clouds rolling over the hills and consuming each town before they went up in a brilliant flash, the process repeating itself. The world was burning that day, gone up as the tensions could not wait any longer. Equestria as I knew it died - and I had a front-row seat. Each flash drew closer and closer, the blasts’ sounds drawing together, almost making a coherent word within their collective roars, deep, growling, breathing of unavoidable death. I looked up, frozen, an evil, striped warhead screaming in at myself from above. I tried to let out a scream.
 
Flash. Gone. Nothing.
 
My eyes burst open, blinded with brightness from above, my golden coat damp. I snapped upwards, about to scream again before looking at my surroundings; the little porcelain figurine of the orange earth pony rested on the night stand, the desk littered with pages and papers of diagrams nearly overflowing into the wastebasket beside it. Cold gray walls surrounded myself, the fluorescent bulbs overhead casting their flickering light throughout the room. Wings drooped to my sides, I laid back in my damp bedding, breathing, calming myself down. “Damn… that was one hell of a dream…”