Blackwing: God of Humanity

They were walking through a deep forest, ‘Everfree Forest’ Fluttershy called it. She ventured through the forest very cautiously as Mitchell closely followed in a casual manner. “So... Where we heading?” He asked. “Some ponies say there’s a group of witches living in an old abandoned estate deep in the forest.” She said with a shudder. “And please explain why you are sending me to a group of ‘witches’.” Mitchell commanded in a jackass’s tone. “No pony around here has met them, but they say they come from an odd, secluded tribe way up north. They must know how to get you back home.” Fluttershy explained.

After several more minutes of walking a wonky loose dirt path, they had reached the estate, it was abandoned alright. Fluttershy started to cringe and shake at the sight of the place and Mitchell couldn’t blame her, the house had an old design style and the most of the roofing and siding had been reduced to bare, rotten green wood. Fluttershy looked like she was on the verge of tears, “Here you go,” she said. “It was nice meeting you Mitchell.” Before Mitchell could say anything back, Fluttershy sprinted back the way they came.

Mitchell sighed and walked up the mossy stone staircase up to the doorstep. He raised his fist to open the door but the door had already creaked open, Mitchell backed up startled. Nothing had seemed to open the door. Maybe it was just the wind... He stood on the staircase staring at the door that was becoming more and more open. Mitchell backed up one more step, when he heard the sound of his shoes land on the stone step, a black blur tackled him down, throwing him off the steps and onto the soggy forest floor.

Mitchell lied on the ground in shock, there was someone standing on his chest, it was another pony. This one looked more hostile, it looked like a girl, her fur was an ashy black and her mane drooped over her head and covered the right side of her face. The color of her mane was a clean, cherry red with a jet black stripe along the middle of her bangs. Her eyes were also a bright red, seemingly piercing through his very soul. Her long eyelashes rested atop her scowling eyes and she gritted a snarl.

“Who do you think you are, trespassing on my property?!” She yelled. Mitchell tried to sit up, but the black pony bucked him in the chest; landing with a crack, with her steel capped hooves and he dropped yet again with the air knocked out of him. “ANSWER ME!” She screamed. “I’m lost,” He said “Yeah, lost... Someone said you and the other witches could help me.” The pony looked at him in anger for a second and hopped off him, she dropped to the floor laughing. “Ahahaha!” She tapped her hoof against a pile of mud as she kept on laughing.

Mitchell scuttled backwards in absolute confusion. The pony’s laugher finally died down and stood over him. “Oh, those morons that live in Ponyville make me lose it sometimes.” She said in a happy tone. “I apologize for kicking you, you obviously had no idea who you were dealing with.” Mitchell stood up, he looked down upon the girl, “Uhh... Who am I dealing with?” The pony responded in a sneer. “I assume that shaky yellow leaf that led you here told you we were from the north.”

Mitchell cringed, hugging his chest, “Yeah, you were in a tribe,” he said.

“I’m Bloodline, from Cordis’s Noble Legion.” Bloodline responded. Mitchell’s eyes opened, she was the person the spirit told him about. “The Legion is a mighty tribe ruled by a mare named Cordis,” Bloodline continued. “If the tribe is up north, why are you here?” Mitchell coughed out. “I’m kinda uhh... A castoff...” Bloodline tone dropped. “Me and my sisters ran away and we never returned,” she said. Mitchell kneeled down on the ground, grasping his sides, coughing up small amounts of blood. Bloodline looked worried, “Are you ok?” She asked. “O-Oh god... My ribs.” he responded with a rasp.

It was about a half hour when Bloodline guided Mitchell out of the forest and to the Ponyville clinic. He was greeted by a crowd of surprised clinic staff and visitors. Mitchell waddled over to the front desk, the nurse looked scared. “I need a doctor.” he said slumped over the counter. The nurse slowly made her way out of the room into the hallway ahead.

Bloodline sighed, “So much for a doctor...” She droned.

They stood there for several seconds, everyone was still silently staring, Mitchell heard a clopping sound down the hallway, it steadily came closer and closer. The nurse who left returned with another nurse, she was white with a pale pink mane and dull grey eyes. She was possibly the only soul who was smiling in the room, “Hello, my name is Nurse Redheart.” she said. “My friend is not from here and he thinks he has broken ribs,” Bloodline spoke up. “And I assure you; this was not my fault.” “Uh... Alrighty then,” Redheart commented, “Come this way, I’ll be glad to help you.” Mitchell was surprised at the only gesture of kindness he’s received in a long while.

He followed Nurse Redheart down the hall and into the nearest open examination room. It was a cramped room, Mitchell realized how tall he was compared to all these ponies, almost twice their size. He took a seat on the hospital bed over by the wall. Nurse Redheart closed the door and moved over some loose papers on her working desk. She sat on her stool and spun around a few times before she spoke, “So, how are doing? Is Ponyville treating you well?” Mitchell shrugged, “I’ve honestly been better, nothing right now is making any sense.” he said.

“Well, you’re friend said you’re not from here, where are you from?” “A place called Colorado, it’s far, far from here...” he joked. “Never heard of it.” she said, “I’m sure it’s lovely.” Mitchell’s chest tensed up again, he groaned in pain. “That doesn’t sound good, Lemme’ see what I can do about your chest, but first...” She paused. “First what?” Mitchell asked.

Redheart was studying his face, inspecting all of his features, “I need to take a look at you.” she said. “Take off your shirt.”

Mitchell suddenly felt uncomfortable, “Pardon?” He asked.

“You heard me.” Redheart retorted, “Take it off.” Mitchell could see where this was going, “Why do you want me to take my shirt off?” Redheart had a mischievous look on her face, “Because silly, I want to take your x-rays...” She said.

Mitchell went from confused to completely relieved. “For a second I thought you were going to ask me...” He stopped himself from saying the rest by mumbling silently. “Ask you what?” Redheart asked. “Nothing...” Mitchell replied.

Nurse Redheart took his x-rays and said if her interpretation of his bone structure was correct, he had fractured a few ribs. She told him that they would heal over time and to take it easy, but she gave him some strong pills for the time being.

Nothing else went out of the ordinary after that, but when Mitchell had returned to the lobby, Bloodline was nowhere to be found. Mitchell sighed in annoyance and walked out the front door. He looked around and saw Bloodline sitting against the outside wall.

“So, how’d it go?” Bloodline asked him, she stared the mountain range on the horizon, staring at a far away city built upon a cliff face. “Thanks to you, I have a few broken ribs.” he said. “I told you I’m sorry.” Bloodline groaned. “By the way,” he added, “Why’d you wait for me?” Bloodline stood up and whipped her hair back into shape, “Because, I assumed you had nowhere to go.” she said. “Aaaand?” Mitchell replied. “I think I could make it up the whole ‘breaking your ribs’ thing by letting you stay at my home for a while.” she continued.

Mitchell said nothing, “Do you want to stay with me?” Bloodline repeated. The words the spirit told him floated in his head. You must accept her offer.“Well?” Bloodline broke his train of thought, “Uhm... Of course!” He stammered, “Thanks...”

It felt like it was almost night time but Mitchell couldn’t tell, there was no more night. They two had arrived back at the old estate, Bloodline leading him up the steps. “You’ll like my sisters, they’re quite... Different.” She spoke. “I’m sure I will.” Mitchell replied. “So human, do you have any kin?” Mitchell stopped walking, “How’d you know what I was?” Bloodline looked at him, “Pfft... The legend of humankind was a Legion bedtime story, I knew exactly what you were when I first caught eye of you.” Mitchell was surprised, Bloodline was more clever than he thought.

“No, I don’t have any ‘kin’.” he said. “Well, what brings a member of an extinct race to our home?” Bloodline asked. “I have no idea, I just woke up in a stream of water and I my skin was smoking, I had broken someone’s bridge, so I must’ve fallen from the sky or something...” Mitchell guessed, he didn’t want to tell her what happened before that. “Hmm... I hope you’ll find out soon...” Bloodline said.

“Enough chat for now, it’s late.” she said walking into the estate’s foyer. The foyer was dimly lit and very openly spaced, the only things in the room was a large door in front of him, two hallways oppositely placed from each other on the west and east sides of the room, and a mostly broken crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Bloodline walked up to the door ahead and it inexplicably opened with a loud sound and a pony in a black nylon bodysuit rushed and panted through the foyer pushing Bloodline back a little and straight out the front door.

Bloodline sighed, “That was Stormcloud Rush, she’s the middle child.” Mitchell kept on walking, “What’s her deal?”

Bloodline groaned, “She’s in a professional racing league, one of the fastest ponies in the world, she sometimes gets over her head and forgets to go to practice on time...” She explained.

They both walked down the hallway until they reached what looked like their living room, a fireplace illuminating the entire room. On one of the few loveseats in the room, there lied a small filly curled up in a blanket, sleeping. “That’s Quicksilver, she’s our baby sister.” Bloodline whispered. Mitchell attempted to approach her, but Bloodline tapped her hoof against his leg, “She’s extremely shy. Wake her up and it’ll take forever to get her out of hiding...” She said.

Bloodline led Mitchell to a bedroom, it only had a bed, a window, and a small nightstand. Mitchell lied down on the bed, the bed was a bit too small, his feet hung over the edge of the bedpost. “The bed’s a little small,” he said.

Bloodline giggled, “If you don’t like it you can sleep out in the forest with the Minotaurs and the Bears...” Mitchell cringed a little, “No thanks, the bed’s fine actually...” He joked.

Bloodline chuckled again, “You’ll fit right in... Uhh...” she stuttered. “Yes?” Mitchell asked. “I never got your name, did I?” Bloodline said in a somewhat embarrassed tone. “Mitchell.” he said. “Mitchell, huh?” She repeated, “That’s a goofy ass name.”

Mitchell fell into a deep sleep that night, even though he was literally in shock for that entire day, he was beat. Morning had come and patches of light peered through the window and into his face. He turned over in the bed to avoid having the light wake him up. After a few minutes stuck in semi-consciousness, he was disturbed by the sound of his door opening and the feeling of hooves tap on his back.

He turned over again and saw yet another new face; coated in bright yellow, the only dull colors on her figure was her black hair and the dusty red streak of hair coloring worn down by high speed winds, shooting down her scalp. “Hey, wake up.” She said. Mitchell creaked his eyes open further and sat up. “Bloodline made me go buy you breakfast, you owe me a good amount of bits. With the famine nowadays, food costs a fortune...” Mitchell rubbed his eyes, getting out of sleep mode.

“I’m Stormcloud by the way,” the pony said as she walked out of his room.

Mitchell had noticed his wet clothes were gone, his boots remained but his favorite old t-shirt and jeans were nowhere to be seen. Looking at where had last placed them, there was only some black garments of some kind. He got out of bed and walked over to them. He picked them up, they were baggy pants make of a soft black fur. When he picked them up, a scroll had dropped out one of the leg holes. He had set the pants on his bed and returned to the scroll. Mitchell pulled off the string that had held the paper shut. The scroll was read in oddly written cursive.

He couldn’t make out who wrote it or why, but he had pieced together that the pants were for him and there was one more gift left for him, waiting in the forest. Mitchell had tucked the scroll in the nightstand next to his bed, put on his new pants (Which were very comfortable and fit perfectly), and walked out of his room into the kitchen. The house felt very spacious, it felt like a journey in itself making it to breakfast.

Mitchell had opened the door into the kitchen, nobody was in there except for Quicksilver, who was sitting on chair facing the window, staring out into the forest. Mitchell walked over to the table near the window, Quicksilver turned around and looked at him. “Hi, I’m Mitchell. You were asleep when I first came here last night.” he said. Quicksilver was creeped out by the fact that he was watching her sleep.

Quicksilver had turned back around and sat frozen solid, “Hi...” she squeaked. Mitchell disregarded her fear and sat down on the wooden kitchen table. On the table, Stormcloud had left a small sack containing a small loaf of bread and an apple. Mitchell hadn’t realized how hungry he was, not only did he finish his food quickly, his stomach was still achy, hungering for more.

Bloodline had walked into the kitchen, “It’s time to get to school,” she hollered to Quicksilver. Quicksilver groaned and slumped her way into the foyer. Bloodline walked over to Mitchell, “New pants?” she asked.

Mitchell nodded, “Woke up and just saw them in the corner, no idea who put them there.” “Huh, that’s odd.” Bloodline responded, “Nopony has the guts to step anywhere near our house.” she looked somewhat awed with the break-in but she snapped out of her trance within seconds.

“I need to go bring Quicksilver to school, do you have any plans as of now?” She asked. Mitchell thought back to the note, “Yeah, I need to go see someone today.” he responded. Bloodline acknowledged him with a nod and walked out the door. Mitchell sat there at the table, his face and bare chest covered in crumbs and drops of apple juice, alone yet again.

Mitchell had left the manor after cleaning himself up and packing the scroll in his surprisingly roomy pants pockets. He started wandering aimlessly in the dense foliage of the forest, admiring the environment. This had to be the same earth he lived on, everything was so similar, the trees, the smells, the animals, and of course, the war and argument that these ponies shared hadn't changed either.

For hours (It was only 15 minutes in his perspective) he just walked and walked in the forest, lit only by dull overcast. Mitchell saw little to no life, the birds didn’t hum and the deer were hiding from him from a large distance. Out from the darkness ahead, a voice called out, “You.” Mitchell was alert and looked down the dark rows of pine trees ahead of him,

“A dear friend of mine told me you were coming here. Don’t worry, I am not one for you to fear.” Mitchell thought it was another actual human being, the figure talked in a slight african accent.

But Mitchell was disappointed to see the disembodied voice emerge from the branches, it wasn’t a pony, it was, “A goddamn zebra.” Mitchell mumbled to himself in slight annoyance. “I had something special made for you, and some words of advice too.” Mitchell noticed her rhyming, he took it as coincidence and ignored it.

Mitchell had followed the zebra woman to a makeshift camp consisting of a large, empty iron cauldron and a patchwork tent with numerous holes and rips in it. The zebra stopped and looked at him, “Welcome friend to my little camp, be careful not to trip on that lamp.” she said, proceeding to her tent. Mitchell groaned, the rhyming wasn’t a coincidence, people who talked in rhyme has annoyed him since he was a little kid. The woman hurled open a tent flap and starting searching, Mitchell remained outside, cleaning his mud caked boots.

“So, you never told me your name.” he said. The zebra came out of the tent, dragging out a large chest. “My name is Zecora and I am hereby a friend, I shall be loyal to you until the end.” she said. Mitchell rolled his eyes, “What’s in the chest?” Zecora opened the chest up and pulled out a harness of some sort, connected to a steel chest plate and large black wings, wings Mitchell thought would belong to an angel.

“A device with the gift of flight, a sword imbued with the power of light, and a gauntlet powered by a magical jewel, power only to be abused by a fool.” Zecora explained. Mitchell nudged her aside and lifted the large blade out of the chest, it was as light as a feather, it felt comfortable and natural in his hands, like an extra appendage he’s had all his life.He felt the blood of a master swordsman flow through him.

The blade was made of what seemed like onyx, the beautifully carved black stone sharpened to a deadly tool. The hilt was made of a polished golden brass, it was dressed up in small red gems. He felt giddy as he pulled the gauntlet out.

He slipped on the gauntlet, it covered most of his hand and made it look like a puffed up balloon, his fingers felt stubby.

The gauntlet was made of a ornately detailed grey iron, sporting a large red gem with a glowing multicolored core deep within it. He waved his hand and the jewel dissipated a trail of red hexagonal shapes that floated lightly in the air, shortly fading into the air afterwards.

“Do you like your gifts? A friend of mine made these with utmost thrift.” Zecora said to Mitchell, he only nodded as he stared at the jewel in the gauntlet. “Who was your friend?” Mitchell asked. “A spirit you may already know, she wanted you to put on a show.” Zecora replied. Mitchell wanted to ask what kind of show she meant, but he couldn’t stand another rhyme.

“Thanks for everything, what do I do now? Did the spirit have instructions?” Mitchell requested. Zecora shook her head and slammed the chest shut.

Mitchell lifted the harness and strapped it to his back, he felt a sharp prick in his back, the wings dug roots of some sort in his back. Rectangular holes on the harness's small metal supports slowly pushed out thick sections of flexible metal that wrapped around his sides and concealed under his chest plate, lightweight yet sturdy armor. The wings were as easy to operate he thought it would be, he stood outside Zecora's encampment to try them out, it took him forever to get some sort of lift.

Mitchell left the forest and made his way to the hilly plains outside of Ponyville, his stomach growling, he hadn’t realized he was still starving. Everypony stared at him as he tried ordering food at a nearby cafe, it wasn’t that awkward stare of seeing an extinct race walk among the living, but it was a somewhat hostile stare, as if they thought he didn’t belong. The waitress screamed at him when he ordered fish, yelling something about eating animals was wrong. Mitchell left town hungry, angry, and humiliated.

Mitchell made it home that night, actually managing to fly over the treetops on his way back. He slammed open the door, Bloodline come out from the kitchen to greet him, “New toys huh?” she asked. Mitchell didn’t answer her and walked past her and into the kitchen. Bloodline followed him back in, “What’s wrong with you?” she asked again. Mitchell sat at the kitchen table next to Stormcloud and Quicksilver, who were eating their dinner.

“I tried ordering food and I got ran out of town.” he groaned. Bloodline giggled, “What’d you order?” Mitchell sighed, “Fish...” Stormcloud bursted out laughing, Quicksilver managed to crack a smile. “You moron...” Bloodline laughed, “Ponies would never stomach eating another animal.” Mitchell looked at Stormcloud’s food, it was a slab of steak. “Then what’s that you’re eating?” Mitchell asked.

“What do you think it is genius?” Stormcloud responded with a grin. “We eat meat, it’s what legionnaires are raised on.” Bloodline explained. “I don’t understand.” Mitchell said, “How come legionnaires eat meat and others don’t,” Bloodline chuckled a little, “We eat meat because it was our only source of food, the land we lived on was frozen ice. There was only ash, smolders, and snow, but we had plenty of livestock.” Mitchell asked no more questions and stood silent. “If you’re hungry, I made another plate for you.” Bloodline said.

Later that night, Bloodline lied in her bed, half-asleep and full. She shot up when she heard her door creak open slightly. Mitchell peeked past the door to see her staring at him. “Got a minute?” Mitchell asked. Bloodline nodded and tapped the edge her bed, Mitchell sat next to her. “You talk about the Legion a lot, but you said you and the others are outcasts. What happened that made you leave?” He asked.

Bloodline drooped in her blanket a little, “It’s a long story.” she said. “Every so often, the Legion expands their territory and pillages several villages, killing the adults and older children, while sparing and abducting the infants. The infants grow up to be the next generation of Legion soldiers.” Bloodline explained. “Wait, you and your sisters aren’t even related?” Mitchell felt a tad shocked, they looked so similar.

“Nope, we all belonged to different parents,” she responded. “The Legion is sick, taking babies from their parents, growing up to never know them?” Mitchell said, “Don’t ever think about your parents?” Bloodline sighed, “Nope, the only person I thought as a parent was Cordis. She basically was every legionnaires’ mother.” "Huh..." Was all he could say.The Legion sounds brutal...

“Legionnaires are grouped with each other, ponies to call brothers and sisters, all baring unique crests or symbols to distinguish who lived with who. For example, we bear stripes in our hair.” Bloodline continued as she pointed to her mane, “It was many years ago, we had just received a tiny filly, not even a few years old, Quicksilver. She looked so sweet and innocent at that age, I thought that this wasn’t the life for someone like her, I don’t know what I was thinking at the time. I told my two other sisters that we were escaping, leaving and not returning.”

Mitchell noticed that Bloodline sniffled a little, holding back tears. “We escaped with not much problem, except-” she stopped there, obviously something was traumatizing her. “Hold the phone, you had two sisters before Quicksilver? What happened to the fourth one?” Mitchell asked. Bloodline looked at him, beads of tears trickled out her eyes. “The guards hurled arrows at us... Me, Stormcloud, and Quicksilver managed to hide in the forest, but our other sister; Sharp Shade, got separated from us and the guards continued to chase her...” Bloodline said, “We never saw her again, we just kept running and running until we ended up here.”

Mitchell scratched his head, feeling somewhat guilty of the story, “Uhm... I’m sorry.” Bloodline stopped crying and wiped the stream of tears off her cheeks, “Don’t be, I’m fine. I just really miss her.” Mitchell allowed her to be alone and left her room, returning to bed.

Mitchell went to bed uneasy that night, he lied slumped in his bed, struggling to find a chance to sleep, but his thoughts wouldn’t leave him be. He sat up on the bed in the pitch black, rubbing his face with a groan. He heard a rustling sound come from outside his window, it was no mere wind, the trees were shaking violently. The rustling sound went on for several seconds and then it just stopped. Mitchell was intrigued and stared at his window, it opened.

A white figure phased through the sheets covering the outside world, it was the spirit. Mitchell scooted back in his bed a little, he didn't know what to think of the spirit’s arrival. The tall, slender ghost stood in a noble stance, looking down at him. “Good evening Mitchell.” the spirit spoke in it’s spine chilling echo. “It’s about time you showed up...” Mitchell said, “I was beginning to think I’d be running blind around this place.” The spirit just laughed, “I’d never think of such a thing, I need you.” the spirit replied.

“Now that you’ve gotten cozy, I’ll give you your mission, a journey if you may.” Mitchell nodded, “Let’s hear it.” he said.

“My daughters, the princesses you may have heard of before; Celestia and Luna, they’re ruining my kingdom, the sky has gone dark, and ponies continue to starve, but for some reason, they don't care. You’re going to remove them.” the spirit said. “Because of their arguing?” Mitchell asked. “Yes, they’re gearing for civil war. That cannot happen.” the spirit said boldly.

“So, how do I stop them?” Mitchell asked. “Simple, do what your race does when it demands change; murder.” the spirit replied. Mitchell felt somewhat insulted, “I guess that sounds simple enough, but where do I start? I can’t just run in guns blazing.” he said. “You won’t, you’ll operate from a distance, finding the perfect opportunity for a kill. Once they’ve let their guard down on you, stab them in the back, end them.” She said. “I don’t think the citizens will like that I killed their princesses...” Mitchell argued. “Become their hero, their messiah.” The spirit said, “Show them that their leaders are going to drive this kingdom to the ground.”

“So, how should I start out now?” Mitchell asked. “You’ll know when it happens, you’ll know when to start... Blackwing.” The spirit said. The spirit floated back into the cold, grey sky. Mitchell rubbed his chin, Blackwing? What the hell did she call me?

Night was only a distant memory during the hours ahead, Mitchell’s eyes were red and itchy, he couldn't go back to sleep after the spirit left. He sat at the kitchen table, head lying on the rough wood. “You look like a ghost broke into your room.” Stormcloud commented. Mitchell grinned. Bloodline had left with Quicksilver for their daily walk to school in Ponyville.

“You haven’t touched your food, my racing money pays for that y’know, it's not easy to get meat around here.” Stormcloud continued. Mitchell ignored her. The bacon lied on the plate, still lightly sizzling. “Hey!” Stormcloud shouted in a displeased tone, “Listen to me when I’m talking to you!” Mitchell laughed.

Stormcloud was full blown annoyed, “What’s so funny?” She asked. Mitchell just laughed and laughed.

Stormcloud tapped his head, no reaction. “You need me...” Mitchell said.

Stormcloud raised an eyebrow. “Everyone needs me...” He continued, disconnected from reality. “For the first time, someone needs me...” Stormcloud took it as a sick joke and chuckled along, “Yeah... We sure do...”

“My entire life there was someone to kick me while I was down and now I’m in the position to do the kicking...” He laughed maniacally. “I could run this whole damn world to the ground, that’ll make everything even...” “All I am to that spirit is a deus ex machina, a puppet whose ass is plugged by her hoof...” “WHY SHOULD I DO ANYTHING FOR ANYONE?” He yelled at the top of his lungs, transitioning to a light pant.

Mitchell ceased his ranting. Stormcloud sat there speechless. This man was beyond screwed up, and he was the future of the whole world. Stormcloud slapped him upside the head and Mitchell flinched and sat back up on the chair, still panting.

They looked at each other’s eyes in awkward silence. “I’m sorry about that...” Mitchell said. Stormcloud chuckled, trying to lighten up the uncomfortable conversation. “Be sorry that you didn’t eat your food because I’m taking it.” She replied. Mitchell rubbed his eyes in a tiresome manner and dumped his strips of bacon onto her plate.

Noon came and Bloodline had asked Mitchell to take Quicksilver back home from school. Mitchell couldn’t stand that damn town anymore but he couldn’t say no to her. He expected everyone to yell at him again when he entered town but that wasn’t the case. No one batted an eyelash, they just went along with their usual business of grocery runs or sunday conversations. He reached the school house and saw the filly curled up next to a tree, crying.

His heart sank, he couldn’t help comparing her to himself when he was younger. He couldn’t let another innocent soul be pushed around for nothing. Mitchell stood above her, she looked at the looming figure next to her. “Who did this to you?” He asked in the tone of evil. Quicksilver said nothing, she only pointed to an older grey filly trotting away. Mitchell started walking the filly’s way with eyes of flame.

He stopped in front of her, she bumped into his leg. “Hey!” The girl yelled. Mitchell looked down at her with seething hate. He grabbed the filly by her neck and lifted her up to eye level. “Are you the one harassing Quicksilver?” Mitchell asked.

The girl scoffed, “The witch? She’s such a baby... She cries all the time.” Mitchell dropped her. The filly fell straight on her ass, knocking off her glasses.

“If you make fun of her one more time...” Mitchell growled. The filly backed up in fear but Mitchell got in her face. “I will be the last thing you see.” He threatened. Mitchell backed off, his wings flashing themselves as another threat. The filly screamed and ran away. His heart pounded, chest clenched. He just assaulted a kid. It felt good in a sick and twisted way. But it was justified.

He looked behind him, Quicksilver stood inches from his legs, staring up at him, jaw dropped. Neither of them said anything for several seconds. Quicksilver wrapped her arms around his legs, hugging him. “Let’s go home, before people start throwing shit at me.” Mitchell joked. He picked her up in his arms and thrusted his wings down and left behind a cloud of dust and rock as they flew away.

Bloodline awaited them at the door, she was surprised to see her little sister with a smile on her face, she usually left school angry or sad. “Good day at school Quicksilver?” Bloodline asked. Quicksilver nodded as she walked into the house. Bloodline was a little confused, “What’s up with her, she never comes home like this...” Mitchell shrugged his shoulders, he wasn’t about to tell her he almost made a little kid piss herself. He decided to skip dinner and to just head straight to bed.

West, far west, lied Luna’s palace, perched on top the highest mountain in the region. The princess sat on her throne with an impatient look on her face. A colt had walked in the room, dressed in sleek black armour bearing Luna’s crest. “The scouts reported back, the rumors are true...” The soldier said. Luna sighed, “So... A human walks the earth once more.” “What shall we do with him princess?” The colt asked. “I will deal with him myself, lure him here.” Luna said as she hopped off her throne. The guard nodded and marched out of the throne room like a puppet with strings tied on his back.

The night was still young as Mitchell slept soundly in his bed, a luxury rarely enjoyed lately. Nothing made a sound, the forest was at peace, as was he, but then... CRASH A window had shattered, but not his room, far off somewhere else in the house, a scream emitted. Stormcloud. Mitchell threw his blanket off and jumped out of bed, grabbing his sword. He hurried down the hallway, past the lobby, into another hallway.

Stormcloud’s door gaped open. He entered her room. Glass, glass everywhere lied shattered on the shag carpeting.

Stormcloud’s blankets were ripped and her window demolished. She was gone, kidnapped. He looked out the window, he saw nothing in the dark cover of the forest. Bloodline and Quicksilver ran into the room. “What happened?!” Bloodline panicked. Mitchell ran his hands over his hair.

“She’s gone.” Mitchell replied. “Who took big sister?” Quicksilver asked in a sad tone. Mitchell kneeled down and looked at her, “I don’t know, but I will find them...” He stood up and stepped out the window, into the grey night. “Hey.” Bloodline said, Mitchell looked at her. “We’re coming with...”