Equestria's Plague Essay

Despite the great intelligence of its inhabitants, Equestria had always been considered a backwards nation in terms of technological advancements. With the readily available resource that was unicorn magic, it was perfectly understandable, of course; there had never been the need to develop new, power-efficient technologies or weapons of increasingly great mass destruction.
Or so it had seemed, until roughly one hundred years prior when the changelings and Sombra had attacked the otherwise peaceful Kingdom. And, lo, the blatant weaknesses of the system were revealed; first, the ponies' incapability of stopping an invasion, both thanks to the lack of technology and the patheticness of the existing weaponry. And then, later on, the kingdom's
Losing every part of what made them unique, including their cutie marks, amnesiacs were also frequently targetted their bodies having lost every little bit of colour so that they were entirely white or pale grey, making them stick out like a sore
Often shunned by the majority of society, they were often almost as alone as the mutants, usually only supported by family or old friends.
The young mare herself fell into that tiny category. With no cutie mark despite her age and with coat and eyes the palest of greys, she was undeniably an amnesiac, but her pastel-blue mane seemed to argue otherwise. As such, she was dubbed a part-amnesiac, but that made little difference to her; she still knew nothing of her past, a fact which had long frustrated her. But at the end of the day, she was safe inside the facility, so she had no grounds on which to stand if she were to complain.
Things could have been worse, after all. Sighing as she looked out through the window, the pegasus mare's wings drooped slightly as she watched the quiet world outside. Certainly it didn't look overly dangerous, but it never did; she could only suppose that the facility was nestled away in such a safe place that mad'uns didn't prowl around.
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