Author's Note

If this is at the top of a page then I would expect you to read it before you find yourself disliking the story. I can only advise you to skip past the elaborate page break if you so wish to avoid the gruesome scene. This is a warning to all readers. This chapter will consist of graphic themes such as abuse, violence, rape, filth, homosexuality and a not so canny unicorn. Read at your own risk.

This chapter will be in first person.

Once more... YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

ACT 2: From Destitution to Apprenticeship [READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED]

I deserve everything.

The riches.

The power.

The fame.

Everything.

I earned my title.

I wasn't born to have power.

Yet I claim it.

I climbed over mountains to get it.

I swam through troubled waters to obtain it.

I have serviced many stallions to receive it.

I have been beaten and abused for it.

I bled my own blood to taste it.

And I killed entire families in order to ravage it.

I have to have everything in this world.

...And I will be damned if it is all taken away from me.

I deserve power.

Me... and no other.

~Olysseus Blueblood Patrikios

September 23rd, 901 C.D.V.
Canterlot Slums
99 Years Ago...

*smack*

"Aaaugh!"

I fell to the hard stone floor of the darkened room, awaiting my master's next blow. His previous had caused me to remain in such a state where I could not even defend myself. But why would I? I would only get hurt even worse. Then he would take me to the stockade and whip me like the common dog that I am. Who am I to him? His pet. His slave. His object to relieve his stress.

No matter how much I disagreed.

"You failed me yet again Olysseus. This time, you shall pay dearly." My master said in a deep raspy voice. His tone was as harsh as the carpenters sanding parchment. His tall form towered that over mine as I pleaded for his mercy.

"Master! Please! I beseech you for your forbearance! I... I did all that you have asked for. Show compassion to your lowly servant."

My cries have gone unanswered.

*smack*

"AAaaugh!"

His left hoof caught the flesh of my cheek and struck me like the blacksmith's hammer to the searing metal. My bone became the anvil to which it was set upon.

"No... I shall not take order from those who lie beneath me... Now present thyself, plebeian filth."

I tried everything I could to hold back my tears as I followed his order with unwavering loyalty. I turned around and faced the opposite side of where my master stood. I could feel his anger searing into me with every second that passes.

"Raise."

Before me was a bar to which I would normally hook my hooves onto. This was here so that I may raise my body to a standing position. From there onward, he would tie my hooves to the wooden bar of the stable. He always tied them so tightly that if suspended for an extended period of time, my hooves and forelegs would run warm with the trails of blood. I can feel him tugging away at the hemp rope that held fast to the bar. To my left was a black whip that he eagerly took into his possession. As I heard the sound of the lengthy strip of leather hit the ground, I could already feel the coldness of the air on my back. It was a sensation that struck fear into me, for I knew what was coming.

"Disobedience, maladroitness... and begging shall not be tolerated." He said, scorning my pleas for mercy. "And resistance will only provoke me to strike harder."

He didn't waste any time.

*WA-CRACK*

"AAAARRGH!!!"

I felt my legs buckle beneath my weight as my back burned with the searing pain of the whip coming into contact with my flesh. Immediately after, I could feel the coolness of the air again. To my displeasure, it only meant that the next strike would come far sooner that when I expected it to.

*WA-CRACK*

Two minutes later, my body slumped into a heaping mess of tears, blood, matted fur and hay. My hooves still suspended my weight as my master stood over me and kicked my side as I lied there. But no matter how much I wanted it all to stop, he continued to unleash his wrath upon my young body. And no matter what sort of abuse he gave out, it still was not enough for him. Instead of seeing that I had enough, he carried on to perform one of the worst things that he could ever do to me.

He untied my hooves and left me on the ground as I lied helplessly in pain. Through my water-clouded vision, I could still see the blood beginning to dry around my hooves and down my forelegs. I could also see the panting form of my master standing before me. As he watched me breathe laboriously, he pushed my head onto the hay on the ground below. While forced his weight into my neck, I felt something beginning to prod at my sphincter.

"Master! What are you-"

And then he pushed.

"AAAAAAAAAAHH!!!"

I didn't want to believe what was happening to me at the moment. I didn't even remembered the words that my master uttered to me as he pushed himself further into me. The pain of his throbbing mast stretching my unclaimed depths was far too unbearable. Tears flowed freely from my cheeks as he sped up his process. Then suddenly... I felt it.

I felt the tip inside of me grow to a behemoth size. With each reentry I held my breath, realizing that my master's satisfaction would soon be met. I only sobbed to myself as I clutched my eyes closed. I felt a strong hoof pull on my mane as he raised me to meet him. His hot breath lashed in tempo of his thrusts as he forced his muzzle into my neck, relishing in every moment he pressed onward towards his inevitable release.

"Fail me again... *huff* and The Griffon's Claw *puff* shall be yours to endure."

I said nothing to acknowledge his statement. His teeth bit deeply into my neck as he pushed and pulled his length through my innards. I kept my eyes closed despite my pain receptors erupting within me, normally causing my eyes to gape in response. I didn't want to see what was happening to me. It was just too much. My sobs rose in volume as his speed halted for the first time in what seemed to be an eternity. I could feel the muscles of his body tense against mine as he arrhythmically forced his flaring tip in and out of my colon. His seed lined my entrails in abundance while I felt the uncomfortable surge of pressure filling me to a breaking point.

"Aahhh... Hahhh... ahhh... ohhhh... ooohhhhh yesss..." He whispered as he tenderly kissed my neck.

My anal ring made way for his exit as he pulled himself off of my bloodied body. A smile crept onto his face, or at least that's what I would've believed after such an act, as I heard the sound of hoofsteps approach to my front. I slightly opened my eyes in fear of my master standing in front of me. Such fears were realized as he gave me my next order.

"Cleanse me. Open your mouth... and pledge to me your fealty."

I initially refused to obey, being that his member was coated in a thick layer of his seed as well as a pink residue that I knew was a mixture of his fluids and my blood from his invasion. He pressed the foul-smelling mass of flesh against my lips while I held fast to resist him. After only a few seconds he brought his hoof to my abdomen, causing me to urk in pain. As my jaw separated, his entry was assured.

"Yes... Renew me... you filthy whore."

I could only watch as he forced himself on me. His member reeked of a sinful encounter and tasted as such. My tongue continued to brush against the underside of the foul treat, the rancid pudding pop that only tasted of a waste of yesterday's past nourishments. Bitter sensations echoed throughout my body, causing me to immediately feel nauseous. I felt my stomach churn as my abdominal muscles compressed and urged me to disallow any form of sickness and infection to enter. Suddenly, he pressed his stallionhood to the back of my throat and continued to force himself inward. Thankfully, my body's natural responses proved too great of a force to deny.

I evacuated the contents of my stomach onto the length of my master, though it was unintentionally. My master retreated with disgust as he stared at my heaving form. I coughed and spat at the hay-lined ground below while his voice crescendoed into a loud roar of disapproval. As I finally found the strength to look back up to my master, he gave me a swift kick to my abdomen.

Still feeling the effects of my prior assault, I keeled over and held myself as he glared down upon me.

"You filthy charlatan of a servant. You are not worthy to serve me... Find your belongings and leave this place!"

I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks without restraint as I watched him storm off into the blurry distance.

"And never return! Do so and I will have you under The Claw!" He shouted.

He slammed the door behind him as I thought to myself about the punishment that he threatened me with. The worst in the foreseeable future had already come to pass with the events of the hour's past. But I still held fear of one instrument that I have only seen him use once against a thief. The Griffon's Claw was similar to the famed Cat O' Nine Tails in it's design and functionality, but it's intent was far crueler. Instead of having knots at the end, it had several steel hooks that curved menacingly inward. Not only was it fitted with hooks, but there were three prongs to each hook, so that no matter the angle of approach, there was always one barb that stuck to the skin of it's victim; like a fish to a hook. As the wielder tried to retreat the weapon, there would be many attempts to dislodge the instrument. As a result, lacerations occur instantly. There have even been accounts of the victim losing their hides to the cruel device, revealing inner layers of tissue and even muscle structure.

I painfully, but quickly, rose from the ground and ran to my home. I couldn't help but to cry as I galloped from the stables to my mother's abode. And if I knew anything about my mother, she was going to be furious once I tell her that I've lost this job.

I can only hope that my previous punishment would prove to be enough in her eyes.
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I arrived home early that evening. Usually the sun would find it's shelter in darkness before I would even dare to set onward. But due to my current circumstances, I am sent home while the sun yet shines... though barely.

*PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP*

Though incredibly light-headed, my ears turn to the sound of the kitchen. It was evident that my mother was home. And judging from the sound of things, she was with company. Every once and a while, this is the sound that I managed to hear in the late hours of the night as I tried to obtain my rest. But to hear it even now... It would annoy me, had I not been devoid of my energy. Weary from my earlier struggle, I walked slowly to the kitchen. It wasn't that I was perverted, but rather I needed to ask my mother where the ointments and herbs were located.

*PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP-PLOP*

As I entered the kitchen, it was quite evident that the guest was thoroughly enjoying himself. His hips eagerly slapped into my mother's body while she moaned like a horn in response.

"Yes! Plow ye 'arder! 'Arder, I tell ye!"

Such sickening words to hear.

"A fine rut you are! Can't seem to have enough of it." He said as his testes cradled back and forth with every thrust.

I tried to avoid getting any attention, because my mother would find herself angry that I interrupted another one of her sessions. She would normally flog me with the nearest item available. And that was something that I had already had a share of for the day. As my reminder of the emasculation that took place at the stables came to mind, my back resumed it's painful stinging sensations. It would've been so much better had my master had not kicked me in the stomach, not to mention the bruising on my forelegs made it a little uncomfortable to walk. I just had to remember to take it one step at a time.

*clop*

Unfortunately, all it took was a single step for me to be caught by the two ponies that ceased their rutting session on the kitchen table. I was really going to get it now.

"Oi! I thought I told ye to never disturb another one of me sessions!" My mother scolded me.

"Sorry mum. I just came to get the ointment and sages."

"No! Ye not gonna waste any of me time filly-fucking around! Now, fuck off with ye!"

My light-headedness was getting to me as I pleaded my mother one last time. "Please, mum."

"FUCK! O-"

My mother didn't get a chance to properly sound off her words as I fell to the floor below. My body was too fatigued from the pain and stress that I had to endure. I went limp and lied on the ground, breathing laboriously as the pain all over my body wreaked havoc on my nervous system. Quickly, the stallion dismounted my mother and found himself rushing over to me while my mother looked on in disgust.

It is a shame that your own mother is slow to assist you whereas a stranger would do so without a moment wasted.

"Easy there, lad! Don't worry about the medicine. I'll get it for you." He assured to me, placing a hoof on mine and turning to my mother. "Where do you store your ointments? Your herbs?"

My mother looked at him with a smile, something that she never bestowed upon me, and pointed to the wooden chest across the kitchen.

"There. I also keep lots o' sage whenever the time's needed. Help yourself."

The stallion rushed to the other side of the room while my mother gave me an evil look, unsatisfied that I came home to interrupt her usual affairs. She visibly clenched her jaw at me before turning back to the stallion as he came out with some ointments and medicinal herbs. Furiously, he grabbed a bowl and mixed a concoction to prevent the infections of my wounds. My body still lied limp as the stallion started to apply the mixture to my open cuts.

"This will sting a mite, but I believe you can live past it."

As he brought the medicine into contact with the whipping cuts, I bit my tongue as the unquenchable burning sensation caused me a great deal of pain. My limbs found new life, though they only twitched and flailed in response to the pain. The stallion continued to tend to me as my mother stared at the both of us.

"Fair lady, please fetch us some water. I fear that he thirst for some."

He wasn't telling stories when it came to my thirst. After running across the slums from work, I grew dehydrated, My mouth could no longer water at the thought of being refreshed. My tongue pried off of every surface within my own mouth. My throat latched onto itself, I was so thirsty.

"I'm on my way." My mother called back with a false tone of worry.

My mother didn't care. If it wasn't for the fact that she could obtain another source of profit from me, then she would have allowed me death a long time ago. My mother always blamed me for the way we lived. I have a father, but he long since denied my existence.

My father was a being of noble descent who also had his own herd of mares that all competed to have his hoof in marriage. My mother was one of the many mares that sought his attention. When my mother found that she was with foal, she argued that she would be the one to marry him. But as it turned out, he denied me before my birth and also denied my mother a chance at a finer life. Since my birth, she has struggled to avoid the tax collectors and we often found ourselves short on food. With each passing year, her malcontent with me continued to fester into a hatred of my existence.

And every year, on the anniversary of my birth... she wishes that I had never been.

Moments later, I am refreshed and my wounds wrapped. I even informed them the means of how I got the scars on my body. I managed to go out on a trip to the market, only for the bits my former master gave to me be lifted from my possession without my knowledge. As I returned to the stables, he asked me why I came back empty-hoofed. I told him why and was severely punished. I was also violated in the worst way, but I chose to stay those words out of fear. The stallion commends himself on a job well done on my bandages while my mother continued to curse me in silence.

She didn't need to verbally speak in order for me to know when she was rebuking me. All she has to do is acknowledge my presence in the room. And apparently I was being acknowledged by our esteemed guest, who did more for me in this past hour than my mother did in a year. Not only did I take the attention from her, but I also became the sole focus of his conversation.

"So lad, what is your name?"

"Olyssius, sire." I answered.

"Surely that is not an Equis name. Please, do you have a more common name to go by?" He asked.

I looked to my mother while she tapped her hoof on the ground impatiently. I knew exactly what was coming as soon as he left. But I also remembered that it would be rude to ignore others when being spoken to.

"My full name is Olyssius Blueblood Patrikios."

He placed a hoof to his chin while looking at me. He shook his head in disapproval. "I don't like the name Olyssius... It means that you are full of hatred. And I see much potential in you that doesn't rely on such negativity. Patrikios means that you are of noble descent. And that, sadly, would be a boldfaced lie. I like Blueblood better."

"Then it would please you to call me Blueblood?" I asked, questioning the name that my mother provided for me.

"Yes. And I would recommend that you would take more pride into it." He advised to me as I took the time to think about the name my mother gave me.

It all adds up. My first name was Olyssius, which meant 'hatred'. My last name was Patrikios, which meant 'of noble descent'. So in reality, my mother's hatred for the events that transpired to my birth became a reminder of what was and is. My name described her wrath; 'hatred for those of noble descent'. And I have illegitimate noble blood coursing through my veins. So another reason my mother loathes me is because I am of a noble's blood... the noble that she could not hope to wed.

It even explains why she hates the fact that I took after my father's race rather than hers. She was just an earth pony mare while I was a unicorn. I had magical capabilities that she often discouraged me from using. She even condemned my horn saying that it was an overgrowth that protruded my skull, a birth defect.

But no matter. This stallion gave me hope that I yet have purpose in this world. So with bravado, I stood tall on my own strength and accepted the name that the man preferred to call me.

"Then Blueblood I shall be."

"Very good, lad." He commented.

But a thought stirred within my mind. "Sir, how did you know the meanings of my name? My mother didn't tell me anything on the matter?"

"Well, if you must know... I used to serve in The Royal Guard, which means that we always study up on some of the names of each other."

"The Royal Guard!? Did that mean you actually got to see Princess Celestia?" I questioned with excitement while he began to laugh.

"Yes, and a fair mare she is. I could only hope to be graced by her... But in seeing that my passion could never be realized, I chose to distance myself."

I never knew that a mortal stallion could be so infatuated with that of a royal figure, especially the princess. I suppose that the rumors of her beauty are indeed true. "So you left the guard because you fell in love with the princess?"

"Aye... it was never meant to be. Bygones be bygones. Now I'm a smithy in the Central District."

"Oh, I see..." There wasn't much left to say. I only wished that he could stay a little while longer.

"...Well it would seem that my time here is up. I shall make myself scarce as your mother starts to prepare your supper."

I really wish he wouldn't have said that. Now my mother would never feed me, knowing that I lost my only source of income. Hell, she barely even feed me as it is.

"Wait sire. Do you wish to stay over for supper?" I pleaded, that way knowing that she would have to feed me in front of the guest.

"Sorry lad. But I have my own supper and my own mare awaiting me in the shop."

If you had a mare then why did you come over to rut my mother? Oh well, what matters is that I won't be eating tonight.

"But I will come by to visit you every now and then. Then hey, maybe I could teach you a thing or two about my work so you can have a source of income. I know your mum would appreciate it."

Being anywhere else, no matter how tedious the job, was better than being here. And if I wasn't mistaken, my mother now knew that I was currently unemployed. That's definitely bad news on my end.

Then it was the time of his departure. He waived us both farewell with a large smile planted on his face. That was a look that I often liked to see from ponies around me. It distracted me from the reality I lived in.

"Okay. Well I'll see you again young lad!" He yelled across the way.

"Please stop by sometime soon to visit!" I yelled out to him as he traveled down the road.

As his figure disappeared over the horizon, my mother crept slowly behind me and whispered in my ear.

"Oi, little faggot. You've gone an' got yourself discharged, eh? I ought 'ta BASH YE FUCKIN 'EAD IN, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

I knew what exactly was going to come next. My head sank low as my reality came battering through the gates of my fantasy. Suddenly I felt the familiar sensation of a hoof striking me in the back of my head. I hated my life. I didn't ask for this. I didn't like it here.

I want to be loved, not abused.

September 26th, 901 C.D.V.
The streets of the Canterlot Slums

It's been three days since the encounter of the blacksmith. In those past three days, I have known what it feels like to be tossed on the streets with no food or water. Since the morning after the his visit, my mother sent me on my way to find him. I looked all over the lower quarter for a means to enter. I could only find myself passing the checkpoint that led into the lower district due to strict security guidelines. They were mainly in place to protect the higher-class citizens from robbery.

I suppose the guidelines are a little vague when you first hear of them, so I will recall what I do know. Whenever there was a pony who was from the slums, their passage would go no higher the lower district. When there was a pony from the lower district, their passage could only reach as high as the central district. There is an exception to that protocol, however. If the pony was of financial success then he would even gain access to the Inner-District. If you lived in Central-District, then you could go no higher than that of the Inner-District. If you were in the Inner-District, then you would find yourself at the top of the 'Commoner's Ladder', meaning that you would gain access to much of the city. And if you were wealthy enough, then you would gain access to the illustrious Canterlot Keep, where the nobles, lobbyists, counsel members and even guards reside. Going any further would require you to have a position of power within The Parliament and those grounds are the palace grounds, home to Princess Celestia herself.

...It isn't fair. Why is it that my father saw it necessary to abandon us? Why did my mother harbor such a hatred for me when my only sin was my existence? How was it possible that a mare could be so callous to her own flesh and blood? How could she just simply throw me out on the street? I didn't know the exact answers for all of these questions and even if I did, I still had no power to change that. So I did the only thing I could do to comfort myself; I cried.

As the cold mountain air blew past me, I shivered while trying to find something to warm my body with. I had no home, I haven't eaten in three days. And for three days, I've had to beg for water. I am only fourteen, why am I having to live like this?

Sometimes I envy the orphans of the slums. They don't have parents who throw them out every single time something doesn't work out in their favor, or if there was a situation where their parents would perpetually beat them unconscious, thanks to their insatiable love for money. They don't have parents who would blame them for just being born. At least they will never know the pain of being brought to the world and being mistreated by the pony who conceived them. There is no way in Equestria that there would be an orphan on these streets who were worse off than I was, am or ever will be...

...Am... Am I going to die like this?

I gave up hope after I finally came to the conclusion that my mother had left me out here to die. This is what she wanted me to do. She always wanted this. So I suppose it wouldn't matter if I just closed my eyes and waited for it.

And wait for it...

...Death takes it's sweet time whenever it comes to misfits like me, I suppose.

Once more, I simply bowed my head and awaited sickness to fill my body and take me to the lands of the eternal judgement. At least there I know that my tragic existence has ended. It would only be a matter of time...

"Hey you! Make way!" I heard a guard say nearby.

I assumed that it they were addressing another pony. I remained silent.

"I said make way!"

Suddenly, the familiar sensation of a hoof shoving me out of the way became an indication that it was me whom they were addressing. I looked at the guard who removed me from the place where I sat and looked to the exquisite carriage in the middle of the street. I knew that whoever was in that chariot had to be important for them to be escorted by the guard.

Normally, traffic would consist of the usual throng of ponies and the occasional carriage. But whenever there were individuals who were of the higher standard of living, they would often be escorted by a numerous set of guards. Sometimes, they would line the streets with them as they passed. And those who were unfortunate to get in the way, whether it was an elder mare or a young foal, were either trampled or crushed by the wheels of the carriage. They would soon die after from the injuries that were sustained. Though the guards felt remorse for the accidents, they are often told to carry on by their client, in spite of the tragedy that occurred. Normally, those kind of grand, and sometimes tragic, occurrences would fall under the jurisdiction of a noble.

Clearly this wasn't a political figure of some sort. This may have been a wealthy business owner to have so few guards on patrol. There were only six, four that wore bits and harnesses to steer and the two who were on clearance detail; the ones who tried to warn the others to clear the streets.

And deep within the inner-workings of my mind, I thought to myself that my means of a hastened death had just been provided to me.

"What are you doing?" The guard asks me while I slowly trot to the center of the street, positioning myself where there was no means of avoiding me.

I lifted my eyes to the clouded sky above and saw that my release would soon be achieved.

"If you stay there, then we will have no other choice but to remove you by force."

"Leave me..." I whispered to him, finally admitting to him that I was more than finished with this life. "I have no home and I am starved. Please allow me to await my fate."

The guard grabbed me and tossed me a few feet over. I instantly removed myself from the ground and found my place among the center of the street once more. Then the armored stallion shook his head in disbelief.

"Is your life really that horrid? Is it not worth anything?" He asked softly.

"...It is worth only the dirt on these stones. Please be merciful kind sir and end it."

The guard slowly removed his helmet and approached me with great sorrow wrought across his face as he heard my plea. "It doesn't have to be like this. Please reconsider."

"There is nothing to consider. Run me through, trample me, behead me even. Just finish it." I sternly asked without much though as he drew his sword. He looked at it's blade and then at me. I knew that something was bothering him as he approached me with the brandished blade.

"I've never killed one so young. Please do not ask me to do this. There are other ways, I could see that you could-"

"There is no other way! Let this be the end of it!" I shouted loudly as the guard flinched at my resolve.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a sword falling to the ground. I looked down to see the blade that he held was lain before my hooves while he looked at me with disgust. "Take your own life. I will not take the life of one so young."

As he signaled the escort party to carry on, he led me to the side of the road and told me that this was a mistake that I was making. I only smiled at him and spoke. "Sire, my birth was one of misfortune. My mother cares for me not and thus left me to these streets. This is what she would want, and this is what I want."

Before I could say anything else, I found the sword being thrown across the road by a yellow magical aura. The sword landed in a pile of hay, out of the way of everypony who was there and out of my reach. My head raised to the carriage to see a pair of violet irises staring directly at me through a window. It was obvious that it was a female unicorn. Her horn was lit with the same color of magic as the aura that cast away the blade I was to use on myself. I watched the guard bow down as he watched the door slowly open, followed by a stern voice of the mare who exited.

"Are you this selfish?" The mare asked as she left her cart.

My eyes were fixed to her form. She was a beautiful mare that had an ivory coat, though much of it was covered in a rich thick black cloak. She stood beside her carriage and looked at me with a concerned expression while she awaited my answer.

"I'm not being selfish. This is fo-"

"You are being selfish!" She answered, interrupting what I was going to say. "You place so little value on your own life, unaware that others are actually relying on you."

"The only pony that 'relied' on me was my mother, and she long since disowned me!" I retorted while she took the opportunity to slowly approach me.

"Are there not others who would appreciate the company that you have to offer?" She asked in a soft and calm voice that was a startling comparison to her original tone.

I looked at the ground, feeling sorry for myself as I finally gave my answer. "No. There is none."

I was surprised to see one of her hooves come up to my chin and gently guide my eyes from the ground to her face. While she was unusually kind and generous, she was also terrifying. I've never seen a pony who stood so tall that I had to back away just to fully be able to look up to her face. She smiled softly and whispered. "...Then perhaps you would like to see what all your future can hold for you."

"But... there is nothing that my fu-" She silences me with a hoof to my lips as she gently pushes me into the direction of the cart.

"You'll need to see this more than you realize." I felt a sudden surge of magic press against my backside as she walked forward to the carriage she rode in. "Come along now."

Whatever she had planned, I didn't want to be a part of it. But maybe I would get to experience one last meal before I would take my leave. And besides, I was with six guards and a noble to say the least. I suppose I should allow myself the opportunity to see what it is like to live among the upper-crust. I suppose that I could at least see the finer things before I pass on.

As I stepped into the carriage, she sat directly in front of me. As my eyes wandered from her to the window and to her again, it had occurred to me that she was far beyond pretty. This mare was the most beautiful thing that my eyes had ever laid eyes on. But even her aesthetic charms could not hope to shake off my anxiety. Just what exactly did she wanted to show me?

"What is your name, young sir." She asked with a sweet curiosity.

I opened my mouth, letting my name flow out like the four colors of her mane. "Olyssius Blueblood Patrikios, m'lady."

She hummed to herself while placing a hoof in mine. I blushed as I felt the softness of her fur cross against mine. She quietly asked me. "What does everypony else calls you?"

"Olyssius." I answered swiftly.

"May I call you Blueblood instead? That name is not as harsh."

"Yes m'lady." I responded, not wanting to be rude.

Then suddenly, she took another hoof and rubbed it against mine while she closed her eyes and started to lower her head. Her horn glowed a soft yellow light as her magic danced from her horn, down her forelegs and onto my body. She didn't make a sound as her magic continued to flow to me, warming me with it's presence. Her face originally started off with a cheery smile. But as the time progressed, her smile turned into a frown. Her jaw fell lightly as she gasped in what seemed to be in sheer horror. I tried to separate myself from her, but she held on to me with the strength of an angry deity. Soft sobs fills her lips and pleas of mercy trace her tongue.

Wait a minute. Was she actually looking into my memories?

Her eyes jumped open within a moment's notice and she breathed heavily, deactivating her magic simultaneously to her withdrawal. She looked at me with worried eyes and retained possession of my hooves. Her breathing grew labored and her cheeks started to stain with tears.

"M'lady... Are you alright?" I asked with concern as to what she may have seen.

The only response I ever received was the sudden feeling of two hooves wrapping tightly around my body as the mare held me in her hooves, softly sobbing while she spoke.

"So dark a soul to one so young. Your mind is so bright... yet it's filled with so much baggage. Your heart is horribly damaged."

"Ma'am?" I questioned before I felt her tighten her grip on me.

"Your pains... they don't need to plague you any longer. Abandon them here and now please... abandon them here with me."

A deep pain filled my chest as my stomach fell to the ground below. My lungs gasped for air as the warmth of the mare's body surrounded mine and provided me with a sense of security. She nuzzled me while my mind continued to analyze what was happening at the moment. My eyes lightly watered and my throat grew wetter with each second of her embrace. Her lips pressed against my forehead as she whispered to me.

"Let it all go. I'm here for you now... I'll always love you, my dear."

Then it hit me, like a battering ram to the gate of a besieged castle. She was offering me the one thing that I had to live without for all of these years. She held me like her own foal. Her coat grazed against mine as my eyes closed, in fear that I might cry. My tears still managed to find themselves flowing from behind my eyelids. My hooves trailed her body as sought to return the kindhearted gesture.

"It's okay. It wasn't your fault. Now let go. If you need to really squeeze it all out, the-"

I didn't even allow her the chance to finish her sentence. My hooves clasped tightly around her as my head sank into her bosom. My tears became a torrent of my emotions as I screamed into her chest. All the air inside of my lungs emptied into her soft, vanilla scented fur. My heart finally received the one thing that not even my own mother dared to provide for me...

...For the first time in my life, I've received a mother's love.

January 12th, 902 C.D.V.
Canterlot Palace

Much has happened in the past few months since the Princess had adopted me into her care. Of course she had to adopt me under the title of her nephew. She often went on about how it would've been a bad idea if I was proclaimed as her adopted son. She went into detail on how the other nobles would see me as a threat and would go out of their way to cause me harm. No matter how many times I told her that I wasn't going to fall prey to that cycle, she still carried through with her idea.

But I couldn't help but to feel that I was left out on a few of the details. Nevermind that, I'm thinking too far into the issue.

Anywho, I had even started to take some magic lessons from the princess herself. She said that since the announcement of my adoption was made before the guard, my education would be privatized to prevent any form of hindrance to my learning process. Even then, it was difficult in trying to maintain a focused attention span when dealing with the fact that I could easily request something, anything within the realms of the law, that it would be given to me.

And even with her, I found my enlightenment. She has shown me the ways of Faust and now I am a devoted Faren. Much of my former practices of being nothing more than a scapegoat for my mother's anguish towards my father have now been long abandoned.

Oh... I feel that I should state this rather quickly. My mother does not come to visit. Not that she can if she wanted to, but rather two reasons stand out for her lack of visitation. The first is the methods of the gates, which being that her residency is placed int the Canterlot Slums, she can not find a means of getting a pass to see me here. This brings me to reason number two. The second reason is simple. Though she was cleared to visit with a gate pass, it was my responsibility to send it to her. And being that I didn't want to send it to her for the time being, she could not gain access to the Palace Grounds. So in short, I disallowed my own mother the visitation rights.

Why does she need to see the pony whom she abandoned to the streets?

In case you haven't noticed, I now harbor a deep discontent for my mother. Reasons being: she made my live a living hell, she used me for an extra source of income, she fornicated with every stallion, griffon, mule, donkey and even minotaur she came into contact with. She shamed me in so many ways and I can only imagine the increase her 'business' must have seen with my four month absence. And besides, it's not like the princess will grant her a chance to visit.

"Oi! Where's me bloody Olly? Olyssius!"

Please tell me that the princess didn't just give my mother a chance to 'say hello'.

"Ah! There ya are! Come now, give yer mums sum of ya sugar, eh?"

She came to 'say hello'. I wonder what kind of front she's putting on for the princess.

"Hello mother." I said begrudgingly. But I decided to play along. Sometimes it requires two to dance. "How was the trip?"

"How was the trip!? Why I 'avent 'ad a trip like that in ages! Brings me back to me maiden days!" She stated while eyeing a vase and quickly tucking it away in into her saddlebags. And of course, the princess just so happen to miss that. Guess she didn't really want that vase anyways.

"You don't say?" I asked. Besides, she acts like she never left her past days. There was no possible way that she could have been taking the time to reform herself. I knew my mother. If there was anything she wanted to do, it was to take advantage of my current status as Princess Celestia's apprentice and get whatever she so desires. That is one game that I will not play.

Princess Celestia also took the time to report that my mother requested my presence back home. She rejected the princess' offer to stay the night here in the palace. No surprise there. Besides, how else would she get the enormous payoff of that lovely little vase she just absconded from under the princess' muzzle?

As my mother and I made for the carriage that awaited for us outside in the courtyard, Princess Celestia pulled me to the side to speak with me.

"I know that you are angry with me." She started off.

"...a little." I admitted in a low, dry tone.

"But the main reason I called her here is because I knew that your mother would come and visit you if she had the opportunity. And being that she had confirmed that one of my original theories of you not sending her the pass to the city gates..."

My ears folded as I started to hear the disappointment in her voice.

"...I figured that it would be best to let the two of you settle your family problems."

"But princess..." I argued. "I can't just go back to the way things used to be."

"You won't. You are my most trusted student. I have complete confidence that your mother will see the error in her ways and seek to better the relations between the both of you. And one last thing Blueblood..."

"Yes, princess?"

She made the face. The face of the sun erupting past the clouds with a vengeful fury, impaling the grounds below with a searing heat as it struck it's victim with extreme prejudice. She made that face whenever it came to me failing in my lessons. This was the side that the politicians and maidens around the palace feared the most. She had to have been really angry about something.

"Be sure to bring me back my vase." She spoke with an evil venom.

"Yes, ma'am." I squeaked out like a mouse to it's predator.

As we took our leave, my mother held on to her saddlebags for dear life. Seeing how the princess feels about that vase, I can see why. That is one article of decor that I will defiantly be watching after.

There wasn't much to say about my return. The food stores were as empty as they were when I left months prior. The chairs haven't changed. In fact there were less of those now than ever. My mother is still having company come by and rob her blind, and that was after she shared her bed with them.

During dinner, she tried to explain to me what all had happened here. So far, nothing that was substantially different except the endowment of the various males that she bedded. But no matter, I made a promise to the princess that I would try to address and rectify the situation that I had grown accustomed to throughout my life.

And what a disaster it was. Me and my mother had gotten into a heated debate and we even started to stare each other down into a corner. I guess there has been one significant change in the home: I no longer backed away in fear of my mother striking me. This time, an arsenal of intermediate offensive magic was on my side. It had also helped that my morning regiments were the same of the guards around the palace. Yes mother, your son gained a little confidence and strength while he was away.

Our engagement ended in a stalemate as my mother laughed off the fact that I stood up to her for the first time. The food was acceptable enough to say that I was fed, but was insufficient to the point where it felt as if I had not eaten much at all. Finally, I made my way to my bedroom, which smelled of stale air and more fornication.

It disturbed me that my place of rest was now a place of whoremongery. But if there was a choice between the bed that was now shared with an unknown amount of stallions, and a bed filled with the years of filth of a stallion's and mare's shared bodily fluids... I vote my room.

I closed my eyes and thought about the life that I would soon return to. The lushness of the bed that my mentor had set aside for me. She treated me more of her own child than my own mother ever could. But that was apart of her nature. The princess was always so warmhearted to others.

It's quite relieving that my mentor actually had offered me a place to stay during my studies. She could have left me here in the slums and made me travel all the way to the palace. But instead she offered me a bed, a place to think, books, lessons in magic, a warm bath, three square meals a day and her sincerest affection. I could almost fall in love with her. She treats me well enough, so why shouldn't I be able to show her how she makes me feel.

She make me feel as if there is a rush of energy flowing through my veins. And even inside of my heart I know that she is worth it. Just thinking about her causes me to perceive her in the most sinful ways. I sometimes imagine that she is alone in her bed, in need of comfort. I would reveal myself and bestow upon her my deepest love. I would force my love into her as I start to feel myself erupt inside of her...

...Wait. I'm asleep. I'm not supposed to actually feel intercourse. Oh no.

I wake up from my slumber to find what could be the worst thing that a stallion could ever see in his eyes.

"MOTHER! WHAT ARE YO- AAAAAHHHH!"

It was a sight that no mentally healthy stallion wished to see in his life. Before my eyes rested my mother and her flushed expression as she eagerly rose and fell on my loins. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her hooves extended to my head and clasped me towards her.

"A well-endowed little fella you are. Why 'avent ye told me that ye were packing as much as a mule in a summer sun? I would've kept ye here a lot longer." She panted into my ear.

"Get off of me!" I commanded.

"Oh, quit yer belly aching. You're a stallion so it means that you're s'posed to enjoy that kind 'o stuff." She replied. "In speaking of which, you were 'aving a good time in yer sleep. Who was the lucky mare?"

"Off. Me. NOW!" My magic flared and launched her across the room and I rose from my bed... or rather I was tied to my bed, trying to rise from it. I yanked and pulled all of my fours until I found that my efforts were futile. My mother rose from her spot in a chuckle as I looked at her from my place of holding. I screamed at her once more. "Let me go!"

"O dearie, ye not gonna leave me for a while. Ye think that ye gonna leave 'ere and run back to where I can't even enjoy me'self? Not even the princess can stop me!"

"Oh? I beg to differ..."

I looked at my mother with anger as the reality of my situation sank into my mind and became ingrained into my consciousness. I was not only sexually assaulted by my mother, I was held captive and raped in my sleep. Even as I woke, she persisted in her efforts to reach the pinnacle of her pleasure. But my mother grew a look of fear as she looked at my lips, trying to comprehend the tone that came out of my voice. It was almost as if there was another within me. But then I had remembered that the tone of voice actually was a haunting mix of my own as well as my teacher.

Then it struck me... My teacher, Princess Celestia was standing right in the doorway.

Her countenance was like lightning as her coat shone as bright as snow. Her breaths sizzled and crackled with every draw. Her large violet orbs that were once filled with a ever present shine, were now as empty as my mother's morality. Her mane was still in it's ever-flowing state, but it was a lot slower than usual. Parts of her mane were even set aflame as she angrily stared into my mother.

"A mother... who would choose to take advantage of her own child... and even..." She turned her head to me and saw that I was chained to the bed. Her words dripped to the floor like molten lava. "It's disgusting."

"You would ne'er understand the love that I 'ave for me child!" My mother lied, trying to sound convincing. Neither I nor the princess was buying.

"...Blueblood... I am sorry for subjugating you to this... unfavorable situation. I only wanted to see your mother's true nature. Before we came to meet with you, she pleaded for me to allow you to come home for the moment. As it turned out, it seems that she only wanted to do horrid things to you. I should have never let you leave my company."

"Back off! He's my son and I will do with him as I wish!" My mother spat at the princess. "Besides... I can show my son what love can do f-"

"You carry no love!" Princess Celestia screamed to my mother as she slowly approached the two of us. "How dare you call upon the name of love and declare yourself as it's champion. How dare you try to misguide your son into thinking that forced incestual procreation is a show of your affection."

"I raised him for many years and I will continue to raise him. As. I. So. Choose." Argued my mother, stepping in front of the princess without a show of remorse.

"You will not raise him anymore! He will not be yours to corrupt! I would take him in before I would allow you to treat this poor young colt as you did for the fourteen years of his life!"

"And surely a mare who can't even bear her own child would know more than one who strove through the pains of foalbirth. You are NO mother! I can even assume that you are as fertile as the soil of a barren wasteland!"

"SILENCE, YOU CUR!!!" Princess Celestia screamed, pain evident in her voice as she turned to me and unbound me from the shackles of my mother's confinement. She tried to make her way over to me, but was stopped by my mother standing in the way.

"I WILL NOT BE SILENCED!!!" My mother lashed back at the mare who towered over her. "My son will always choose me because I am his blood. Olysseus is mine and mine alone!"

I looked on as the princess slowly backed away to the doorway and softened her composure. She bore a similar facial expression to the one that she wore when she first read my memories. At this moment, I had already knew what was coming.

"Blueblood, this isn't who you are. You are worth so much more than this. You don't have to stay here. Come with me... and I will become a mother to you."

"Olysseus, do not listen to her lies! She will only seek to deceive you, like your father did to me!"

"I will shower you with the affection and desires of your heart. I wish only to love you Blueblood. Please hear me."

"She will only show you despair and hardship! A noble's life is worth as much as the excrement we produce!"

"I will do everything you desire from that of a mother. I am sorry that you had to go through all of this. But I am more than willing to bear the burden of providing for you. I will become your teacher, your guide... even one who you may love. Choose me, Blueblood."

"I FORBID IT! AS YOUR MOTHER, I COMMAND YOU TO ABANDON YOUR STUDIES AND REMAIN 'ERE!"

The arguments of my mother and my mentor swirl and whirlpool into my inner-thoughts until one key phrase remained. As your mother...

I took a deep breath and walked over to my mother. Princess Celestia is evidently distraught in my choice.

"Blueblood... no."

I heard the tear-stained words of the princess desperately hug my ears while I walked to my mother, who wore a smile of satisfaction.

"Mother..." I asked as I stopped short of her reach. "What is my name?"

"What are ye talking about? If ye a mite bit confused due to 'er calling ye Blueblood, then I'll keep it simple. Olysseus Patrikios." She answered with a smile, causing me to look at her with concern.

"...Why does my name mean 'hatred of the noble descendant' where I do not harbor such feelings?" I asked her.

"..." She remained silent as she wanted to keep the answer hidden to herself. She was already in a state of shock as I told her what my name roughly translated to. Her lack of an answer set my temper ablaze.

"Is it because my father chose to abandon you for his own pursuits?"

"I-" I didn't even give her a chance to answer.

"Is that why you have treated me with negligence all of this time? Because I am the bastard child of a stallion that you sought to take advantage of by allowing yourself to create a foal fixed to his bloodline? Because he saw through your plan and decided that he wouldn't have any of it!? Because I was the result of your failed ploy, a mistake that you carried for months and had to care for!?"

My mother unhinged all of her hatred at once in the form of a single sentence.

"Ye should be appreciative of the fact that I didn't leave ye for the timberwolves like I 'ad originally planned!"

A knot formed in my throat as I had finally heard the truth. I was the result of not only failure, but also pity. At least now I had the closure to make my choice. I nodded as I quietly suppressed my tears and turned around, facing away from my 'mother'. It had turned out that she never intended to raise me. Before my eyes was the tall form of my mentor, who shed many tears as I had whispered to her.

"I'm ready to go home now."

Thus I became her student, her legal nephew and her own metaphorical child. For many years, I studied under her wings and took in much knowledge from my lessons and would ultimately prove to be a far better scholar than many other colts my age. I traveled with her in most of her journeys. I accompanied her in many of her assignments. I even protected her as her personal guard. The status of my apprenticeship proved to be of a great asset to my own social development.

...But my title as her student would not go unchallenged. For there were others, nobles and their sons more specifically, who sought to replace me out of spite. But I resisted their attacks and their assaults, proving to be a far better opponent than what they had originally perceived.

There was much bloodshed.

Author's Footnote:
This is a first look into his past. There will be more to come in the coming chapters, though they will be greatly shortened like this one. Now about the society that he lived in. Though Celestia was a just ruler, her courts were filled with those who abused their power and used it for the wrong reasons. Now many of you would ask why does he seem so different from when he was younger? Those questions will be answered in due time with more of his dreams.

And by shortened, I meant that yes, there is another fanfic in the works. A prequel to this one, covering most of the other details to his accomplishments from apprenticeship to his crowning.

Once more, opinions are appreciated.