Cradle of Fate

Helpless. Physically, mentally, and socially.

That's what I was. Helpless. My wing continued to bleed, despite all my efforts to control it. I lay on the ground, weak and broken. Not the first time I was like this, but it certainly wasn't pleasant.

I was losing a lot of blood. And fast, too. If I didn't stop it soon, I could pass out. My current status with the populace wouldn't help, I'd be even more helpless than I currently am.

That's it. I wasn't just going to take this any longer. I'll show them I'm not as weak as they think.

I got up. Extremely slowly. My legs were burning with pain. It was excruciating, but it was either that or just laying here. After going through that, I slowly walked...no, limped over to a bombed-out house. I haven't a clue of it's origin, and as curious as I was, I had more pressing matters to attend to.

I entered. The door must've been blown to pieces, judging by the few fragments remaining on the entrance. It smelled of smoke and the floor was covered in ashes. I laid down on a couch, using some peeled-off fabric to create a bandage for my wound. Until I get help...that is, if I get help, this'll have to do.

I heard something. Shocked, my eyes darted around the room, looking for the source of such a noise. I saw bright shapes outside, and relaxed. Nopony could see me from here, thankfully.

There it was again, only this time it sounded like actual speech, and was much, much closer. I braced myself for the worst. Somepony was here.