I was really tempted to just cut off my hair.

Strange thought, I know. But it's a greasy dark brown mess. I trim it occasionally, but it would be a lot more handy to cut it off.

The only thing stopping me is my vanity.

I always had a rough shave though, I hate growing a beard. Unlike my brother, who is unshaven and his black locks are a lot longer then mine.

Heinrich has light brown hair, rather short,  he cuts it regularly. He’s a little shorter then me, and I’m about 6”3. Jack, being the younger brother by two years, is 6” last time we checked.

Anne is shorter, at around  5”8. Her hair is blonde and at a medium length. Her shockingly blue eyes pierce when she is angry.

That night, I had the same nightmare that I’ve been having recurring since Dad was caught:

"C’mon Dad! We need to go!” I yelled at him, my rifle slung behind my back as we ran for the chopper. We could just make the last flight to France if we were quick,

“I’m coming as fast as possible, they’re right behind us!” Dad replied. He was right. We were being heavily pursued by the same squad that got my mother.

Now, Jack and I would not have been Commanders of the EURF if we didn't have military experience behind us. I was an officer in the New British Armed Forces, Jack was with the UN forces, well, before they were wiped out. Pretty high up, too.

We reached the take off sight, ponies hot on our tail.

“Go!” Dad yelled, “get to France, I’ll hold them!”

Dad pulled out his pistol that he carried with him, he looted it from a dead body. Suicide, we think. He shot at the approaching ponies whilst jogging backwards towards the helicopter. Almost there.

Jack and I leapt onto it, I outstretched my arm, wanting Dad to grab it. He stopped firing and was about to jump on but suddenly a pony fired a dart.

Dad cried out as the dart hit the bare skin on his leg, releasing the Potion into his bloodstream.

“NO!” I cried out in despair as my Dad fell to the floor. All the times we had spent together, all the arguments and the hugs and the conversations all taken away by those motherfucking horses!

“Boys, I love you. Don't you ever forget that.” His last words before he started spasming and twitching, the Potion taking hold on his body and soon his mind.

“I love you too, Dad,” I replied, my voice cracking up.

I turned away and sobbed, bawled my eyes out. Jack did the same. We were comforted by the few other people on board, but nothing helped.

I think I cried out all of my tears then, because I haven't cried since.

Someone’s voice hollering out one word jarred me out of my sleep. One word that chilled me to the bone. One word that made me feel sick in my stomach.

“PEGASI!”

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LYRA HEARTSTRINGS POV

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I kept looking through the pictures, desperately searching for any more clues. Celestia was doing one last major search, looking everywhere, and I mean everywhere. She’s leaving no hiding place of the Earth unchecked. She’s determined to get everyone.

I can't imagine what it would be like to be in the human’s scenario. Being the very last of your race, faced with extinction and being hunted down. It must be terrifying, beyond terrifying even. I don't know how they haven't just given up, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned throughout this whole war, it's that humans have a will as strong as diamond.

Shockwave came in, his brown hair dishevelled and his royal blue fur was a mess.

“What happened?” I asked him,

“Couldn't get any sleep.” He simply replied, “kept rolling over but couldn't get comfortable, plus there was too much to think about.

Limeheart, who, as her name suggests, has a lime and darker green coloured mane and pure white fur. She trotted in with Bon Bon, who dumped today’s meal on the table,

“Potatoes, carrots, peas,” she muttered, “the usual.”

“Whoopie!” Shockwave replied, the sarcasm evident in his voice, “I still think your search is a wild goose chase,” he said to me,

“Leave her alone!” Bon Bon stood up for me, “she’s trying her best to lead us. And besides, it's the best lead we’ve had for ages.”

“Maybe Celestia’s right,” Shockwave argued, “maybe she has got all of the humans. This whole thing could be a complete waste of time,”

“You sound like you support her,” I commented,

“I don't!” He snapped, “I’ve stayed by your side for years now. But I can't deny that it's a very loose thread you’re gripping to.”

“At least she is holding onto something, unlike you.” Bon Bon said.

Shockwave stormed out, angry.

“I’ll go calm him down,” Limeheart excused and slipped out after him.

“Honestly, he drives me insane sometimes!” Bon Bon commented, “I don't know how Limeheart puts up with him,”

“He has good intentions,” I replied, “he can be annoying, but he’s only thinking about all possible outcomes.”

“I don't predict the future and I don't care about the past,” Bon Bon said.

“What’s that quoted from?” I asked her,

“Can't I just have made it up myself?” She asked me,

“I know you, Bon Bon, maybe our relationship isn't as stable as it once was but I blame the war,” I said,

“Fine, it's from a human song, The State of Massachusetts. Irish rock,” she said, embarrassed at her unique tastes.

“Nothing to be ashamed of,” I said, “not that it matters anymore anyway.”

“You’re right.” She replied, “we’ve lost some followers, by the way,”

“Not a surprise,” I commented, “we’ve been loosing followers ever since the damn HLF went down. Celestia and her bucking Sun’s Flames.”

“That and the Potion,” Shockwave said, walking in, “sorry about earlier, I was being a twat,”

“Apology accepted,” Bon Bon said grudgingly.

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PRINCESS CELESTIA POV

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“Humans are finally no more,” I said in my speech toward the billions. Newfoals and Equestrians both,

“The last human barely even put up a fight. The war is officially over. We have pulled through against all odds. We survived the HLF, we survived the bombing and the shooting, we survived the Bureau Massacre. To all the Newfoals, we welcome you with open hooves. Your part in this war was more then you think, and you played it brilliantly.

To my own ponies, your food kept our armies sustained, you kept the morale up when times were low. You each contributed to the war effort, even without realising it. We thank you.

And to my own student, Twilight Sparkle. You ran the Bureaus. You played a major role in purifying humanity. You played one of the biggest parts in this war. Without the dart guns, we would've lost, all thanks to your genius we didn't.

My sister and I will cleanse the pollution of this planet and begin rebuilding it into a better Equestria in a month’s time. Pegasus scouts are checking every corner of the Earth to make sure there is no human dirt hiding out.

To a better Earth, for a better Equestria.” I finished.

The ponies cheered, clapped, stomped their hoofs, whooped. They went wild.

The brain dead Newfoals were reserved for the expendable soldiers, society has accepted them. The other Newfoals are the ones that can think. They can make decisions for themselves and think freely. They are all still loyal to me, they all still sing my praises. They just have an IQ.

It's better that way. No one cares if any of the brain dead are killed, they are pretty much dead anyway.

It's just how society works now.

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