Cradle of Fate

I'm on the run. Again.

Everypony I meet seems to despise me for some reason or another. Everypony. Every single time I attempted explaining my dilemma, they'd pass it off as a desperate attempt to get their pity. And in a way, it is....desperately honest.

I feel myself straining with every single movement. I try to ignore the pain, but to no avail. I feel like I'm tearing myself apart, but if I am, I'd rather do it than them.

More rocks hit me. Slowing down wasn't an option, but I guess my body thinks otherwise. I hope my past self wasn't this weak.

Something else hits me. Suddenly, a sharp pain in my right wing. Within seconds I'm reduced to nothing more than a cringing pile of weakness. I curl up on the ground, fighting back tears and trying to ease the pain. The ponies get louder.

They caught up, mercilessly kicking me, spitting on me, and swearing at me. The blood from my wing wasn't easing up, and they were fully aware of that.

After about 20 minutes of abuse, they left, done with punishing me for whatever I did. I continued holding back my tears, lest another pony comes in and decides to rough me up a little more in my moment of weakness.