Streak Blade: The Life of a Hybrid "Freak"

It takes Streak a total of 5 weeks to get over Scarlet’s leaving. Streak gets through three years of schooling but is constantly bullied about his “blank flank”. One day after school it began raining profusely and he is spotted by some bullies and chased through the streets and alleyways of the city. He runs into a random building hoping for some help. An elderly stallion that was white with little to no mane left trotted up to the colt and stroked his long white and black beard.

“What is the matter little one,” he asked is a shaky voice.

“M-my name is Streak,” the colt said while standing there dripping wet. The stallion gives the colt a towel.

“What bring you to my dojo,” he asked again.

“J-just trying to escape the rain,” Streak fibbed. The old stallion raised an eyebrow and stood there,

“Alright if you say so,” the old-timer said.

Suddenly the door flew open as the bullies trot in.

“Well. Well. Well. Look who we found, boys. It’s the little baby freak,” the leader said to Streak.

“I’m not a baby,” Streak yelled out as he kicks the leader right in the shin.

“Oh, that’s it you little punk you’re so dead,” the leader said as he was about to punch the little colt, but the punch is caught by the old stallion.

“Tell me,” the stallion said. “Why would a heard of oxen want to hurt a defenseless bird,” The elder asked.

“The “bird” is different old man. It doesn't deserve what actual ponies have,” the leader said pulling his fore hoof from the elder’s grasp. “Come on guys,” the bully said. “Let’s get out of here,” he said as they began to leave.

“Thanks a lot,” the little colt said smiling.

“You’re very welcome little one,” the older stallion said as he looked out the window.

“It has stopped raining. You should get going,” he said.

“Ok,” the colt said as he leaves for home. As he arrives home Ebony gets mad at him for being late and making her worry. Streak tells her, his story and she sighs and smiles at the colt.

“Ok honey,” Ebony said. “Tell you what. Tomorrow, I’ll pick you up from school and you can take me to this dojo, so I can personally tell this stallion thank you,” She said as she scoots the colt upstairs.

“Now go wash up. Before dad gets home,” Ebony said in a calm motherly voice.

“Okay mom,” he quickly rushes up and washes his face and hooves. The following day after school Ebony picks up Streak and follows him to the dojo where they meet the old stallion.

“Ah, hello again little one,” the old stallion said.

“Hi,” Streak said smiling.

“Hello sir, I’m Streak’s mother Ebony. I just want to say thank you for helping my son yesterday. I owe you a debt of gratitude,” she said smiling.

“No debt needed, miss. But maybe if it’s possible, I could teach your son self-defense tactics. That is, if both you and your husband don’t mind,” the elder proposed.

“I don’t mind one bit. I’ll come by tomorrow with Streak and my husband’s answer, okay,” Ebony asked.

“Sounds good,” the stallion said.

That evening Steel gets home and greets his family.

After a long day at school Streak heads to the dojo and puts on his uniform. The old stallion teaches the colt some basic blocks and tosses to subdue an attacker, which Streak picks up quite fast and perfects the moves quite easily.

“Very good Streak,” the stallion says.

“Thank you sensai,” Streak says as he bows. The session ends with the old pony sitting on a stool looking down at Streak.

“Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a gift. That is why it is called the present,” he said to the little colt with a smile. “Now young one, tomorrow you will learn pressure points and how to use those in your defense,” he said with a calm voice.

“Ok,” Streak said with a smile. “Um, Sensai do you have a name,” the little foal asked.

“Of course I do,” the old timer said with a smile. “My name is Bruce Norris. But call me Master Norris,” he said.

“Ok, Master Norris,” the little colt said standing up. “I’d best go home now,”

“Yes. Be safe,” Bruce said, as the colt left the dojo to head home.

As the colt heads home he looks across the street for a second and sees a glimpse of Scarlet. He immediately does a double take of his vision but is was only seeing a grey dress mannequin wearing a rose on a black dress, after this he sighs and heads the rest of the way home and slumps onto the couch.

“How was class today streak,” Ebony asked from the kitchen.

“Fine,” Streak said as he quietly sighs.

“What’s wrong sweetie,” Ebony asked to the colt that sits up and sighs.

“I-I thought I saw Scarlet,” he admitted.

“Was it her,” she asked.

“No. Just a mannequin,” the colt said sadly and wipes away his tears.

The rest of Streak’s summer goes by with him practicing martial arts and flying. Though one day near the end of the summer, while Streak was meditating after a class, Master Norris trots to him.

“Streak. Come here young one,” he said waving his hoof.

“Yes, Master Norris,” Streak said as he stands up and heads to the stallion and bows respectively, then gets into position to begin, as does the sensei. The match begins and it’s fairly down the middle, to only stop when Streak had made his own sensai submit with a kumara lock.

“Very good young one,” the sensai said as he broke free of the lock, and a small flash appears. “Also you seemed to have gotten your cutie mark,” he said.

“Really? Awesome,” Streak said with absolute glee, and looks at the his flank to see the mark. It was a Yin and Yang symbol with a black dragon in the white section and a white dragon in the yang section.

“It could represent your mastery of martial arts,” the old stallion said stroking his beard.

“Well I did learn really quick,” Streak said admitingly.

“That you did little one. Now go on home, consider this a graduation,” the old stallion said as Streak rushed back home happily.