Perhaps, instead of freely shining on the field, we were destined to end our lives among frozen mountains and plains. The invaders had set their sights on the heart of our homeland. When everything we loved was threatened, perhaps it was a blessing to be able to stand up, take a gun, and protect the people behind us.
We fought the enemy through one dawn after another so that, in the future, our children could run free. Perhaps they would race on the track, carrying people's dreams and hopes alongside their own. Perhaps they would spend a day with the sheep, then sit on golden stacks of wheat and gaze at the evening sky. Or perhaps they would share a happy life with the one they loved, finding joy in the ordinary days.
But until then, we will keep fighting in every ruin and every forest. If I can see tomorrow's dawn, I'll save my dreams for tomorrow.
Today, the Uma Musume cavalry will charge.
At its heart, this is a historical story dressed up as an Uma Musume fic. Just enjoy it. It's mostly about the Soviet Union's Great Patriotic War, along with some oddball content.
I'm currently trying to write some strange Teio fanfic.
