Live A Life, or Forge It

As the say goes, “tempus fugit”: to me, it seemed that  that only few minutes had passed, between my return my room, and the bell that announced the dinner.

Apparently,  teaching the Latin to a 5-years old girl is quite entertaining.

Especially if that filly had a slightly Greek accent, while pronouncing some words; and if that filly sometimes did some jokes in-between declination.

And I was starting to like her, all things considered: she was quite smart, for be an equine equivalent of a 5-years old; she had a decent look; and, in a more materialistic perspective, she had a solid estate behind her.

Yep. Perfect.

If she wasn't going to change too much over time; if she kept her attraction towards me; and if she didn't got disinherited in mean time; I had already the mare that will create my bloodline, as Fate foolishly assigned to me.

Anyway, when the bell rang, I said:

“Uhu, it's dinner time already ?”

Indiva, while going down the bed giggling, said:

“Of course, silly ! You didn't heard the bell ?”, then she exited from the room smiling.

Soon after her, I also went out my room, for reach the Dining Room, where my dinner was awaiting me.

While I walked along with Indiva in the decorated hallway, the lilac unicorn asked me:

“You know, it's funny: we know each other by names, and we spent some time together, but we don't know anything of each other yet.”

I chuckled:

“Well, no, it's not THAT strange, but... yes, it will be nice know each other a bit more”

Indiva said:

“True. Sooo... let's get started: where are you from ?”

“I am from Ponyville, Principate of Equestria”: well, it was true, to some degree, even if, technically, I was from Massarossa, Italy.

Indiva's eyes widened a bit for the surprise:

“Ponyville ? Really ? My mommy told me about that town: there, the ponies bearers of the Elements of Harmony live: do you know them in person. And, in the same town, lives Princess Twilight Sparkle, an old friend : do you know her ?”

That phrase caught me a bit off guard: first of all, somehow, I had difficulties to understand what Indiva was trying to say, until I realized that Indiva was saying that Cadance told her about Ponyville, its most important inhabitants, and about Twilight... clearly, Indiva was distracted when her mother told her about their common past, or Cadance just didn't told Indiva.

After realizing what the lilac unicorn just said, I answered:

“Of course: I have met all six the elements in person !

Also, Applejack, the Element of Honesty, is also my adoptive mother !”

Indiva stared at me surprised, then she started to skip happily, saying quite loud:

“Oh my gosh ! I met the son of one of the Elements ! This... this... is...”

Well, appropriate reaction for a kid.

I tried to complete her sentence:

“Interesting ?”

“No, it's... it's...”

“Awesome ?”

Indiva stopped, pointed her hoof at me, and said:

“Yes ! It's awesome ! You found the word ! Have you ever went along with them in their adventures ?”

Oh, Indiva.

“No, Indiva, I didn't. And.... maybe it's good thing, since it means that no one is trying to flood the streets with blood, or send the logic and the physics eternally on holiday.”

Indiva asked:

“Fill the streets in blood ? Who would do that ? For what ? Blood doesn’t look nice over stone !”

I assumed that she didn't got the euphemism for “massacre”: understandable.

  I explained it to her:

“Indiva, 'fill the streets with blood' means kill many ponies, so many that, eventually, their blood will flow in the streets, flooding it”

Indiva's response was just: “Oh.”

“Anyway”, I said, “Any other questions for me ?”

Indiva didn't spoke up, and just entered in the Dining room silently: clearly, the revelation left her a bit shocked.

Nothing serious, I suppose, but I guess that was a normal reaction.

The dinner wasn't anything of too special, and nothing of really interesting happened during it: the usual idle chat, common feature of lunches and dinners.

But the after dinner got interesting: as soon I greeted everyone in the room, and moved towards my room, a servant ran towards me, yelling my name.

I stopped dead in my tracks, and asked:

“What happened ?”

The servant, an old and wrinkled, bowed slightly his head, and said panting:

“Your... presence... is.. required in the... dungeons...”

Well, Franco wants to see me.

Alright.

I said to the old pony to lead the way, and he said to follow him...

It was time.

After the humiliation that Venicio inflicted to me the night before, I was going to attract that stupid Venicio in a trap, and carry him alive in front of Fate, and see finally Venicio in chains.

Or without the head.

Anyway, while I waiting, I was thinking about the overall result of our actions, and if kill Venicio was really worth it.

After all, Venicio was believed dead by my parents, so he had lost his part of the estate.

His absence also left us without his obnoxious behavior, and his rants about his supposed “moral superiority” over us.

Then why we had chased him for so long, five years, to be exact, and why we dirtied our hands with the blood of the children mistaken for Venicio ?

After all, we could just left Venicio disappear from our minds, and leave him at that.

And maybe live our lives more functionally, and find our place in the world

Place in the world

Only then I remembered what pushed us to hunt down Venicio, instead of forgetting him after his vanishment: find a better place in the world, than “mere corpse in the mass grave after the plague”.

And the envy towards Venicio's future life: an happy, fulfileld life, with  a lasting memory in the family.

The snotty, annoying, and yet almost every-powerful child god Fate was angry with Venicio, because the latter, when he knew, thanks to the Great Ferryman, what  awaited him on Earth, decided to stay in that land full of ponies, because Fate had forged a stone chess piece depicting him with long ears while while stepping on a turtle.

Symbolically, Venicio had in front of him a long life, and a lasting memory in the bloodline that he will create.

How this could cause envy in us ?

Our statues were made of fool's gold, were coarse, full of spikes, and had smiling ivory masks covering frowning faces.

The meaning of that statues ? Our life was going to be full of regrets and sorrow, hided behind a curtain of fake happiness; our glory wouldn’t last long, and fade very quickly, over to be fake; and the coarse traits and spikes meant that we were just a mob good only for kill, enslave, and rape.

Not a very good destiny, as you can guess.

However, Fate said that he could change our statues... if we brought Venicio's head at his feet.

Since what Fate was asking was killing a “unchained” human placed in a body that made him weaker, in exchange for a better life for all us three, we accepted, because we thought that was an easy task.

Turns out, begin “unchained” bears more advantages than disadvantages.

Not only he managed to defeat me at night in the body of a foal, he also managed to get believed by a pack of night guards, that immediately transported me to the cold dungeons.

My cell was a special cell, designed for the bipedal creatures: its ceiling was very high, compared to the one of other cells.

The cot found in the other rooms, in my room was replaced by a stack of dried hay.

There were more bars on the door and at the window, and said bars were so crammed up, and I could not fit even the little finger in them.

Not that mattered, since it was likely that Fate already found me, and was already on work for open the portal.

And, since I knew that the Eternal Kid was going to pick up my sorry ass, I decided to try to lure Venicio in my prison cell, only for grab him along with me, in Fate's “playroom”.

Finally, my hated brother arrived, escorted by two prison guards, armed with short sword, and a “raganella”, an old device that caused a very strong croaking, capable of alert every guard in the range of two kilometers: a good way to stop jailbreaks indeed.

Pity that my jailbreak was going to involve another unwilling person, and it was internal to the cell.

One of the guards levitated with magic the keys of the door.

Yeah, magic: Venicio took shelter in a world of faggots.

Anyway, he levitated the keys, and opened the cell's door, then let the gray pest enter in my room.

He asked with his annoying voice:

“What do you want form me, Franco ? Do you want to rant about the fact that I beat the living crap out of your miserable body ?”

I crossed my legs covered in rags, and said:

“No, I want to ask you... do you REALLY feel realized in live here, in a world where you don't belong to; where you can't show yourself as you really are; in a world so peaceful, that if even DARE to slap, or, God forbid ! Punch somebody, you will be treated as murderer.

Plus, all this color and happiness doesn’t shrink your balls, and, thus your virility ?”

Venicio faked a cough, and said with the most serious voice he could pull off, with such little balls and strength:

“Franco, living on Earth under your cruel rule is worse than begin different in a tolerant world, that let me show myself like really I am without too much annoyance.

And this world isn't so peaceful, that eliminated murder: simply,  it has found a better way to deal criminals, so they have less reasons for do evil acts, and so, only few ponies actually commit crimes.

One category is the one of madmen that want to see the world engulfed in flames, and are so consumed by envy and rage, that can't place reason above feelings.

You are one of them, Franco: you resented the attention that my parents gave to me, and so, in perfect accord with Diana and Enrico, you decided to make my life Hell.

Unfortunately, if you keep yank the chain, sooner or later the dog will bite, and that's what I had done, once turned 14.”

Venicio's points left caused anger in me: he was going to receive a big part of the estate of our parents, and received a lot of attention.

And, yet, he said that he had an hellish life before turning 14.

Even after years and years, he still considered his rightfully-deserved beatings as abuse.

He was still a very immature child at heart.

And he needed to grow up, either by death, or even more pain.

But I kept myself in line, and awaited for the very low hiss that announced the aperture of a multidimensional portal: I smiled...

But, unfortunately, as soon the hiss started, Venicio screamed:

“Bastardo ! Mi vuoi portare davanti a quello stronzo di Fato ? Bene, dovrai passare sul mio cadavere !”: that said, Venicio jumped, and hit me on the stomach, bending me over, and made me collapse on the wall.

A blue light appeared over the pile of hay, and a gloved hand peeked out of it.

Venicio noticed that, and bite the hand, causing it to retreat, and a loud scream of pain came from the portal; along with the scream, the guard ponies entered, asking what was going on.

Venicio said:

“He is trying to kidnap m...”

I took him for a leg, and he started to flail his hooves in vain.

While he wasted strength, I crawled towards the blue light, ready for take him away: in my support, another hand peeked out, this time covered with a steel glove, and said:

“Grab my hand, Franco”: I obeyed, and proceeded to enter in the portal with Venicio.

However, as soon my head was in the portal, in the space between dimensions featuring only  deep black with a white passage, I felt difficult pull Venicio into the portal: something was anchoring him to my cell, and it seemed that nothing could move him anymore longer.

I tried to kick whatever was stopping me, but I hit the air.

I tried to move my left hand towards the right one, in attempt to see if Venicio was grabbing hard a stone of the wall; but the only thing that I obtained was a bite on my hand.

And so I returned to pull in myself and Venicio in, using all my muscles, almost damaging them, but to no avail: Venicio didn't moved.

And another thing added to my already huge list of the things went wrong: time.

In fact, while I was still trying to pull myself in, Enrico, from the other part of the tunnel, said a phrase that freezed my burning muscles:

“Quick, grab him, and get in: Fate can't hold for much longer”

I hoped that wasn't what I was thinking it was:

“Why ?

“He needs to use the bathroom.  You know what is his disgusting  quirk”

Oh no.

Fate was keeping the portal open while he needed to go the bathroom, and he was near the breaking point.

I was, literally, in utter  crap: Fate can keep open the portal as long he wants to.

However, he must concentrate himself on keep the portal open.

Not too much, but it must be in his mind right on the spot.

One of the moments where he lacked of attention about the portals, was when he needed to execute his organic functions.

Yes, you heard well: a god execute his organic functions.

Pretty standard, ok, but... he wanted to be watched while he did so, and be praised for that: even I wondered for such a thing, but I didn't digged too much in, since I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to know the answer for the weird desire of Fate, and I always witnessed and praised Fate.

Now, that habit was going to make my mission fail... or outright kill me.

I asked to Enrico:

“Could you please tell Fate that a true emergency is going on, and that he must shit or piss all alone for once, and must not lose concentration over this portal ?”

Then I suddenly pulled myself in, but I remained immobile.

Enrico answered:

“He doesn’t want to: he wants to do it with our presence, no matter what”

Anger got me: that kid was so stupid, that he prioritized his public pooping, over saving the life one of his servants.

I said angered:

“Then tell him that he can FUCK HIMSELF WITH THAT FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT-RIDDEN PLASTI THAT USES AS LOO !”

Then I pulled even stronger, got by anger, and despair.

Finally, Venicio moved a bit towards the portal.

Took by the happiness, and a sense of inhumane strength, I started to laugh without control in a evil fashion, without noticing that the portal was closing in over my hip...

As soon I saw that the portal started to shrunk down, I asked to the two guards ponies to relax a bit, for give a false sense of joy in Franco, and prove that he was a magnificent idiot full of him, and incapable of feel the incoming danger.

The guards ponies in a unsure tone  if I was sure of doing so.

I said:

“Yessir, lose for a bit the grip over me, so you can relax your muscles, and give to that bastard the literal last laugh.”

The guards complied, and let mi slide slowly towards the portal, until the very tip of my tail was in.

By that point, Franco laughed.

Soon, I was going to laugh.

In fact, slowly, but relentlessly, the portal closed, until it closed over Franco's hip, fusing his lower body to the wall, like if his crotch was built in the wall, and not separated from said wall.

Sighing, I said:

“Franco is dead. I will get ready for the next battle. Ah, and thanks for your support, guards: without you, I would be in my brother's maws”

The guards looked at each other confused, then they giggled a bit, and said:

“No problem, Venicio. Now it's time to bed !”

“Guess so ! Good patrolling !”

That said, I reached my room, ready for restore myself.

As soon I put myself under the blankets, and closed my eyes, a music played in my mind ....

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