Inmortal Sins

by RazorWing1269

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, Dark, Tragedy, Adventure
Length: 764

The story of how a pony can loose everything

A pony named RazorWing tell his story of sdnnes and loose but, also of friendship

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-10 22:04:06 UTC

Intro

INTRO

I’m going to tell you a story, a story of sadness and loss...but also a story of friendship. A story of a pegasus that lost everything he had, everything he loved and everything he ever cared for... and there no escape from his deep, overwhelming pain, not even death. The life of RazorWing,  the story of how I lost all my friends, and how I became immortal.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: My life

Let me start this story with my childhood. I was a little pegasus colt living in Ponyville. I obtained my Cutie Mark 1 week before my life turned upside down. It was a black wing with wind going through it. I got it at school, when I heard someone screaming. And then I saw it. A little filly falling helplessly from the sky. I started to run as fast as I could and before I noticed it I was flying...but I wasn’t just flying. I was moving faster than I could ever imagine, slicing through the air like an arrow...However, that is a story for another time, so let’s continue. To be honest, I never was really good making friends so I really never had a friend.

I had a normal life like every foal of my age (avoiding the fact that I had no friends) but everything changed when I met him, a really strange pony with a blue box a really strange blue box. His coat was brown and his eyes were blue, and his Cutie mark was a golden hourglass. One day, he approached me.

“You are RazorWing, correct?”

Who is this pony? And how does he know my name? Maybe I should run! I thought, and got ready to bolt but something stopped me. Maybe it was the fact I never had a friend before. Anyway, for some reason I felt like I could trust him.

“Yes,” I answered cautiously.

          "Good, I have a message for you."

         “A message? From who?”

         “I can’t tell you that,” he stated.

         “Then why should I listen to you?” I demanded.

         “Just trust me. I’m the doctor.”

         “Doctor? Doctor who?”

         “Just the doctor.”

What kind of name is doctor? That isn’t even a name. Just as I was about to inform him that doctor was a title, not a name, he held up a hoof to stop me.

        “Just hear me out.”

        “OK, whatever,” I obliged with skepticism.

       “Listen carefully, because I will only say this once; You must make friends. Do you hear me, RazorWing? You. Must. Make. Friends. If you don’t...” He paused for a moment, “If you don’t, Equestria will be doomed.”

What? Now I knew this guy was crazy. How could the fate of the entire country rest in my hooves? Me, a little pegasus colt! I opened my mouth to protest, but he was gone. I shrugged it off, deciding that this was crazy, and with a flap of my wings I was in the air.

When I came home my mother was in the kitchen making dinner. My mother has a lovely red mane and gray coat.

“Where’s dad?” I asked.

“I don’t know, sweetie. He should be here by now.”

I forgot to mention that my dad is a Royal Guard, so he spent most of his time in Canterlot.

And then it happened, just out of the blue. There was a roar, and a flash of bright light. An explosion. I was terrified, and clung to my mom like there was no tomorrow. Literally.

     Suddenly an army of pegasi appeared on the horizon, and they were getting closer. When they reached ponyville, the slaughter began. I swear, it was the scariest thing of my life. Everypony was running, but they were killing without discrimination, so not even the tiny colts and fillies were safe.

In that very moment my mom grabbed me and pushed me into the basement, and transformed the basement into a bunker almost indestructible and unreachable for anyone except for us three (my mom, my dad, and me). My mother told me that she had to find my father then they would come back and we three would be together again. Then she closed the door, that was the last time I saw her alive. I screamed helplessly at her, begging her to stay with my, to not go outside into the explosions. My screams were for naught; the door was too thick, nobody could hear what was happening in there even if Pinkie Pie was throwing a party.