Ages ago, I was born into a home that was never a home to begin with. In return, I ended up on the receiving end of a lot of abuse. As I grew older, my life had begun to get increasingly worse. As time passed, my mother's hatred of me had grown from a small and humble ember to that of a raging inferno that had grown nearly unquenchable. But I was suddenly freed from those flames when Princess Celestia saved me from the cruel clutches of the streets. I was fed, clothed, taught and more importantly, loved.

Months blew past in the blink of an eye and my mother was permitted access to the castle. As she came to receive me, she had managed to show me that nothing had changed in my absence. The only thing that changed was the amount of food the held in her stores, and that was shown to be a constant decrease over the years. We argued and fought about how much she needed to change if we were to get along, and the only answer she had in that was to mount me in my sleep. My own mother sought to take advantage of me as I slept.

As I awoke to the unholy horror of my mother moaning as she rode on top of me, I pushed her off and tried to release myself from the chains she placed me into. Yet while she continued to monologue on how she was going to continue to help herself to me and how the princess would be unable to stop her, my mentor did such as she set me free from my bonds. As I was freed, the princess gave me a choice between her and my mother, and upon finding out that my mother had long sought me dead, I chose to remain with the princess as her most loyal and faithful student.

Thus in that short amount of time, 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. And one encounter as such was with that of an extremist noble who sought to destroy the society we lived in for a ponies' republic. As I had crossed through the forest of Foal Mountain, our convoy that escorted a decoy of Princess Celestia was under attack by a renegade group. Though I fought bravely, their skill with magic combined with the sheer numbers they brought was more than enough to subdue our party. I was captured as they killed off the remaining guards. I was alone, in a wilderness that was unfamiliar to me. And as I attempted to escape...

...I was knocked unconscious.

August 6th, 903 C.D.V.
Location Unknown
97 years ago...

My eyes opened to see a red-tinted haze closed over my left eye. Apparently, it would seem as if I was knocked unconscious and my eye was covered in blood. While my mind tried it's best to piece together what was going on, my vision slowly returned to me. As I took the time to observe my surroundings, I realized that I was in a holding cell of some sort. And much to my discomfort, I had been chained to a wall.

A sharp, throbbing pain filled my head as my mind had finally registered what all had happened to me in the time of my being unconscious. The last details I remember were the sounds of my fellow guards screaming as they were silenced by the sound of a blade striking their necks. I could still trace out the blood of the guards who's heads were placed in an adjacent pile separate from that of the bodies. I remembered the horrible expressions that they still wore on their faces. Some of them were mortified that their deaths were to come so suddenly. Others wore a blank yet macarbe expression, accepting to the fact that their duties carried them as far to that day. And most unfortunately for the second-to-last one that was executed, his eyes were still blinking, giving notice that he still yet live... but not for long.

As I saw my fellow guard blinking before me as his head was toted like some makeshift morning star, I felt fear rising inside of me. I didn't want to face a fate so ill-begotten. I wanted to leave this world, under my terms. Though my body was greatly weakened by the magical performance that I managed to provide in my defense, I knew that I could still manage to escape if I gave it my best efforts to do so. I waited for the right time to strike, patiently waiting as the fear in my heart drove me to escape from my captors. My instincts told me when to make a run for it. As I waited, the madness of watching my comrades in arms getting their heads lopped off like bloodied logs of wood instilled in me a dire longing to make myself scarce.

Before my eyes, as they walked me away, I saw yet another one of my fellow guards being sentenced to death. As his pleas of mercy went unanswered, I heard the words of the executioner. He screamed 'revolution at last' before driving the blade into his victims neck. As his blade sank into the flesh of the victim, the executioner noticed a fatal flaw: the head failed to separate. As he struggled to pull the blade out of my comrade's neck, others stood around him and chortled at the effort the executioner placed in freeing his weapon. Not too long after, he released the blade and struck two more times before finally getting a partial separation. As he gave his blade a final swing into the chopping block, he kicked the blade further in with a hoof, messily separating the head from the body.

In the instant his hoof came down to separate the head from the body, my forehooves met with the faces of those who held me. Upon setting myself free, I ran off to escape the dark evergreen clutches of the forest. But before I could escape, I felt a figure trip me from behind. And as I tried to look back, a sharp blow to the back of my neck caused me to fall limp on the ground below. The world seemed to blink in a white light and suddenly go dark as all sense of time escaped me.

As of now, I remain in a craggy room in some unknown location. I cannot begin to think of where I am, let alone how to get out and return to Canterlot. And just as soon as I mentally mentioned Canterlot, a stallion enters the room. His appearance is that of a slender build, a square jaw, black mane and brown eyes. He was a pale-cream colored stallion with a cutie mark of a red quill. Almost instantly, I knew exactly who it was. One of the nobles that continued to speak against Celestia for the sake of her being of royal blood. He hated her specifically for the fact that she was one who ruled over the ponies and not the ponies becoming the governing figures. Yet his methods were extreme in nature. His accent was that of a thick Prussian dialect.

His name: Vladimir Trotovich (trō•tō•vēch)

"I see that the bourgeoisie filth has managed to set hoof on soil outside of the comfort of his ivory towers." He said in a low, crackly voice.

"I see that the parliament hasn't been so generous with your outlandish requests." I retorted.

He slowly walked over to me as he spoke. I glared at him as he continued his approach. "Indeed. They are simple demands. Allow the ignorant Celestia to abdicate the throne in exchange of a new form of government. Yet they cannot seem to get past the fact that she would have to surrender her position as princess."

"I don't blame them! For you to violently take what was never yours to begin with is an absurd idea."

He stopped short of my face, or rather as far as my bite could reach. I would normally resort to using my magic, but seeing that there's a sealing ring placed on my horn, that option is no longer available to me. "So you may think, Chief Warrant Officer Patrikios. But I can easily tell that you are in this to gain a position in power yourself. That is why you cannot seem to understand what I am fighting for, because you are so busy kissing up to that mongrel. You remain a lapdog to that 'princess' while all you're doing is sacrificing your very dignity."

"I find that my interests with the princess differs far from that of your own description, Trotovich. I am not some mutt to be summoned by it's master at will. She is-"

"Your mentor? Your mother? Your love interest? You nobles are all the same."

I could feel the anger boiling in my veins as I watched him spit on me. "I am not a noble! I earned my keep while all you do is sign paperwork."

He scoffed at my statement, making me even more enraged. "So you think... yet the other stallions that traveled with you would seem to disagree. They now know the price of what they do. To serve under her wing is to serve an entity that doesn't even exist. Or better yet, an entity who serves only itself."

"Princess Celestia is a just ruler." I defended. She truly was one who passed judgement accordingly. Though there was the mutual respect that we shared as student and mentor.

"That coming from the lapdog who chooses to soak up her so-called wisdom like water to sponge."

I lunged at him, held back by the rattling chains that prevented me from getting a good bite out of him. "You will pay for what you did to my comrades!"

"No... you will pay. And as you are paying your tribute, I will continue to set my sights on Celestia... Oh and in speaking of which, tell me why she would send somepony to take her place over herself going?"

"I advised it for concern over her safety. And you have done nothing but prove me right in my judgement."

As I explained my reasons, he threw a severed head of the mare who was assigned to be the princess' double in times of trouble. As I watched the lifeless face land before me, I could see him walking over to pick up the mare. As her empty expression seared into my mind like the others, he violently shook her as he spoke. "Then tell this lovely young lady how justified her death was. You look in her eyes as you explain to her why her life was so expendable."

"...Morning Vale." I whispered in silence. She was a beautiful mare that was very determined in her duty to serve Princess Celestia. Her resolve was a strong one that could even match up with that of her majesty's. But now she was dead, and it's all thanks to me.

"You can't even tell it to her face. She's dead and now you can't even say it to a severed head. You are pathetic."

After taking a moment of silence in her memory, I couldn't stand to look at the lifeless face any longer. I turned my head away from her and closed my eyes while I questioned the irrational stallion before me. "What will you do with me?"

"I won't do anything with you. But I do intend to use you as a bargaining chip since Celestia is so attached to you... Perhaps I will even pursue that of the sub-filth Mi Amore Cadenza."

I knew then that something erupted inside of me. Aside from Princess Celestia, she was the only mare that I took an interest in. And she was the only one that I could get close enough without any form of repercussion. I did love her, and to hear that harm would come to her set my blood aflame. I was past boiling now. "YOU WILL NOT HURT CADENZA!!!"

Trotovich laughed as he saw the anger in my eyes, the passion to protect her as well as Princess Celestia. He came as close as he could while staying outside of my reach. "Struck a nerve, I see. Very well, I will see to it that you will be granted a sight of her before her head comes off of her shoulders. I will make you witness the revolution with your own two eyes. You will watch as Celestia dies. You will weep, and then I will kill you."

"You son of a bitch!" I screamed at him, hoping that my words would cause some bodily harm. But as they were nothing but words, his body remained in one piece.

"But again, I will do nothing to you at this moment. Though my subordinates... they will hold themselves accountable for what they will do to you."

As he walked away, I called out to him as a means of him to explain what he meant by that statement. I had a general idea of what it meant, but if his orders are to torture me, then at the very least I can be prepared for what is to come. "Trotovich!"

"Sweet dreams... Olyssius Blueblood Patrikios. And remember that precious mare below you will be providing you with company."

August 8th, 903 C.D.V.

It would seem that everything that I managed to fear in a captive situation has managed to come true. I'm chained up to the wall of a cave in some Faust-forsaken land, at the mercy of three other stallions and all I can think about is the putrid smell of rotting flesh. Proceeding to kick me down, knocking me on the side of my head and taunting me on how powerless I am, the three burly stallions continued to remind me why I hated Trotovich the more. But just as soon as I thought to myself that this couldn't get any worse, they proceeded to do something that sent my lunch to the floor.

...If only I had eaten anything for the past two days, let alone lunch.

"Go on ahead mate! Give her a kiss!" One of the watchers said to me from my left as another magically held the rotting head before my face, taunting me with it.

"Look at those lips, eh? Nice and firm for ya!" Said the unicorn who held the remains of Morning Vale before my face. He stood directly in front of me.

"C'mon lad! She's good enough to look like the princess! Just pretend you're kissing her!" The final stallion mocked, screaming in my ear. He stood to my right.

I could only inch my face away from the rotting severed head that reeked of fish, fowl excrement and the everlasting tinge of death. As I moved to the left, the head would do so. As I tilted to the right, once again the head followed. I mentally imagined myself blasting these ugly, uncivilized, disrespectful, moral-deprived stallions in the face with a strong beam of concentrated energy. How dare they make a mockery to Morning Vale's memory. Their cruel taunts continued.

"Hey, since you love the princess so much, why not marry her!?" The first earth-pony watcher said as he held my head still. If I had anything left in my body, it certainly would've surely found it's escape by now.

The pegasus watcher to my right took a pose as if he was a licensed official and parodied the wedding scene as the unicorn in front of me held the remains of Morning Vale in front of me. "Not a bad idea. *ahem* Dearly beloved. Blah blah blah. Mushy stuff. Blah blah blah. More mushy stuff. Blah Blah Blah. Now I pronounce you mare and colt!"

"Kiss the bride!" Blurted out the unicorn as he pressed the rotting head against my lips.

The three stallions had a hearty laugh while I struggled to move as the earth-pony held my head still long enough for me to taste the repulsive taint of decomposed flesh. As the stallion released me from his strong grips, I coughed and gagged at the mere thought of having to remove my lips from the disgusting filth that curse me. The strong taste of death sent me reeling to evacuate what was left inside of my colon. I am truly sorry, Morning Vale.

"So how's the newly-wed couple going to spend their honeymoon?" The unicorn watcher asked as he removed the head from the clutches of his magic.

I gave my answer in the one way I knew he would truly be offended; I spat at him, making sure that it landed squarely on his face. As the glob of my saliva covered in the trace amounts of vomit, blood and rotting flesh teared down his face, he and the other three looked at him with dumbfounded expressions as he slowly reached to his face and wiped off the offending slime. He stared at me as his breaths grew deep and forceful, indicating his indignation for me.

"Did... you just... spit at me?" He asked as he held the slob-drenched hoof in my face.

"I gave you an answer. Our answer." I said proudly as I knew Morning Vale would respond the same way if she was in my position. In her memory, I would defy these brutes until the bitter end.

"You son of a BITCH!" He screamed as his hoof made contact with the side of my head, sending me to the ground. "You fucking cunt! I'll tear you to shreds."

"Easy now! We can't get our rewards if he's dead. Remember that our orders were to do what we can to see that he lives long enough to see Celestia get executed." The pegasus watcher said to the angry unicorn.

"Just that much? So we can get close to killing him?" The unicorn asked.

"Hell, we can defile the bastard further than this. Just so long as he doesn't turn over." The earth-pony said as he kicked me in the stomach.

The unicorn slowly turned his head to me as he spoke. "Right... In that case... We'll be needing to make sure he's properly fed. But in order to do that, we'll have to make sure he's willing to participate. Hey Quake, hold him down for me, will ya?"

"Will do, Warlock." The earth-pony answered. At least I know the names of two of three of the watchers here. But my comfort, or little left of it, was compromised as soon as I saw what Warlock had in store.

"Hey, Gust," Okay that makes all three. "Ya got that knife on ya?"

The pegasus pulled out a long blade and gave it to the unicorn watcher before me, as he walked over to my right hind leg. I knew this wasn't going to be good. "Always. Good for shushing the screamers. What do you want with it?"

"Making sure that the bastard can't kick me." He said as he jammed the blade into my leg and twisting it.

I let loose a painful scream as the blade pierced my leg and barely scraping the bone. He tried to avoid my bone as the marrow entering my bloodstream would cause me to get sick and eventually die. Fortunately for me, the throbbing pain of the wound grew numb in seconds as it managed to tickle a nerve. As he drew the reddened knife back from my hind leg, he proceeded to do the same thing with my other leg. Second verse, same as the first.

As he finished, Quake pulled my lower half from under me and left my stomach exposed to the stale air. Warlock levitated the dripping blade on top of my abdomen as I looked on in a daze, recovering from the pain of being wounded. Then that's where I saw it. He stood above me with a large smile on his face, making me feel as if I was a tiny insect compared to his titanic form. His teeth gleamed brightly as he revealed yet another instrument of torture down below.

"You're going to stay down there like the good little filly you are and take what we give ya!" He said to me as he adjusted himself on top of me. I tried to look away, but his magic grasped my head and forced my eyes open as he quickly lined himself to enter into me. He whispered as I felt him thrust inside of me, painfully stretching my insides while he whispered into my ears his pleasured sighs.

"Yes... Just like a little bitch."

Twenty Minutes Later...

The three stallions each had their way with me as they all took their turns violating me, while beating me senseless. With each thrust, they told how useless I was. With each punch, the showed me how weak I was. And with each passing moment, I felt myself growing weaker and weaker to their advances. Even my own body has begun to betray me. As I was forced to watch the faces of the stallions above me twist and contort in pleasure, my own stallionhood throbbed in response.

I did not want this.

"Ngh... You... Fucking... Cunt... Weak... Little... Shit..."

I watched as Quake eagerly filled my anal passage with more and more of his precum-lubricated meat. My own erection pulsed with each time he entered. His jaw fell as his body shifted upwards, crashing his hips into mine. I grunted as my unwanted pleasure started to exceed my mental resistance, my cock inched across my stomach. My disgruntled cries for them to stop were silenced by another stallion forcing his length down my throat.

"Look on the bright side. Your mouth is tighter than many of the other little mares we fucked shitless." The pegasus said as he continued to force my head to bob his hard member down my aching throat.

I cannot lie, as twenty minutes of the same song and dance would have you grow rather immune to the pain. But for some odd reason, it started to feel comfortable. Yes I hated it, but it started to feel good to me. I cursed myself for what I was feeling, as I knew that with a little more of this, the evidence of my enjoyment would start to make itself known. The pegasus that invaded my oral passages started to thrust faster, signaling his impending climax. I knew this because he was at it for a full fifteen minutes. But before he would be granted an opportunity to finish, I felt a magical aura pull my head off of the stallionhood of Gust and force me onto the dripping mast of Warlock.

I hated him the most. He knew that his friend was close and opted to give me a change in meat preferences. With a powerful grunt, he forced himself as deep as he could inside of my throat as my muzzle hit the base of him, being tickled by the fur of his underbelly. He held me there long enough for my body to register that I needed to breathe. I started to push against him, but his magic held my hooves down. I tried to arc my neck away from him, but the strength of his hooves was far too great for me to overcome. His smile grazed into my very soul as he knew that I was at the mercy of him. I looked up to him with pleading eyes, begging him to let me breathe. His response was a cruel one, as he pulled out long enough for me to catch a bit of breath but also pushing his entire length back in, not giving me a chance to get ready.

As his hips flopped against my face, I felt my consciousness fade in and out as the oxygen in by body grew too little to operate with. And as I was about to fade from reality altogether, he retreated and allowed me to breathe once more. But before I could gain a good intake of air, he forced himself into my jaws once more.

"Remember that we decide your fate, noble." Warlock said as his own erection started to show signs of his release.

As I felt him retreat from my throat, I grunted out loud as I started to feel myself shudder. As the earth-pony stallion continued to thrust inside of me, I felt my hips push into his in response. I tried to tell myself to stop, but deep inside I knew that it was far too late. As he watched my stallionhood rise and fall against my stomach, he became the first recipient of my forced climax. Thick strands of white fluid erupted from inside of me, never ending for the first three seconds. My back arched as I grind my hips into the earth-pony stallion, causing him to release in response.

I tried to silence my cries, but with little to use I tightened the muscles of my throat and threw my head against the intruder who was the first to defile me. I watched him lurch over as the tip of his cock flared in my throat, making me swallow the loads he had to offer. The pegasus then ripped me away from Warlock and pulled my head back as he unleashed a hot thick load on my face. With each strand that landed on my face, I felt a wave of relief fill the room. The stallion who once filled me from below withdrew himself as he panted, satisfied at his work as he watched the white-cream enema he gave to me filter out from my puckered hole.

Almost instantly, I was reminded of what all had happened as the salty semen started to seep into my wounds, causing a most unpleasant sting. The three stallions stood around me as I fell, neurotically jerking in off-time. The watchers giggled and smiled as they completed their 'feeding'. Turning around to make their way to the door, they complimented each other on the job well done.

Meanwhile I remained on the floor, tears streaming down my face in shame.

How could I possibly enjoy that?

August 9th, 903 C.D.V.

From the late evening of yesterday to the early morning hours of today, I have gnawed and chewed at the bolt that held my forelegs chained to the wall. The taste of copper filled my mouth as I nipped and ripped away at the bolt. Needless to say that the taste that filled my mouth was not from the metal itself, but rather from the blood of my cracked teeth. A small price to pay as I kept in mind that the medical magic back at Canterlot would be more than enough to repair any damage. With a final nip, I managed to loosen the bolt that locked my forelegs to the chains enough for me to give it a pull. And pull I did, straining silently as I tried my best not to get caught. Almost there... Got it.

Success.

With a foreleg free, that would mean that all I had to do was simply pull the bolt out of my leg. With one good tug, I was now freed from the chains that held me to the wall. As I felt for a ring latched to my horn, I pulled with all my might. Eventually I managed to free up my horn with little damage. I would have to celebrate my new-found freedom later, as I was still in the cell. So I needed a distraction to cause the watcher outside to open the door. And feigning sickness would be a logical solution, seeing that they wouldn't want me to get sick and die. I couldn't wait till the daybreak, as there would be too many to fight through. I had to take action then and there.

After about fifteen minutes of sounding like I had a large frog caught in my throat and inducing myself to vomit, I managed to get the watcher to open the door. The plan was simple really. Guard opens door, I kill guard, I find my way out of here and kill those who would see me, flee to Canterlot and inform the princess of the immediate threat to her and Cadance. Simple, easy and effective... on paper. Though the first phase was already finished by the time the guard opened the door and beheld me with a look of complete horror. And to my highest pleasure, it was Warlock who opened the door.

"What the-"

I didn't even give him the chance to finish. "Good morning."

And with a final blast that ripped through his body and through some of the rock behind him, he stood without the top half of his body for a second before falling to the ground lifeless. I ran out into the hall, still feeling some of the damage to my hind legs, and looked both ways and found that the hall was rather small. Not to mention there was already a breaking beam of moonlight that shined through the hole I made blasting Warlock into the next life.

Concentrating my magic, I let loose a powerful beam that tore through the rock and immediately switched to levitation magic before all of the rocks could hit the ground. As I silently laid the rocks down, I looked at the lifeless, half-melted body of the unicorn and scoffed before limping away. "Oh... and goodnight."

I carefully made my way past all the major checkpoints and into the heavy bushes as their patrols came by. I waited for them to move on to another area before I made my way down the forest path. As I walked, I walked by a foul smelling patch. Immediately, I knew what was the source of the putrid stench. My heart grew heavy, for I quietly bowed my head and said a quick prayer in honor of my fellow guards who were slain in duty. Looking both ways, I carried on.

Later, there was a small patrol in front of me. It was obvious that they were posted there for lookout, which meant that they weren't going anywhere. But luckily in my case, there were only two of them. That meant I had to quickly wipe them out, quickly, quietly and at the same time. Flaring up my magic, I slowly drew their blades from their sheaths. They stared at each other confused before I tugged the blades out and sliced their necks wide open, preventing them from screaming. As I ran from the cover of the bushes, I finished the job by plunging their blades into their skulls and dragging the bodies out of the forest path. Though the blood stained the ground below, it would be far too long before the others would even notice what exactly went wrong.

"Over here! The prisoner has escaped!"

Or maybe not. I can only hope that my hind legs will be able to hold out long enough for me to make my escape.

I ran through the forest and was stopped a number of times by a watcher or two. Though I made quick work of them and carried on with my escape attempt. I wasn't too far from the outside boundaries of the forest, as the vegetation started to thin out a bit. As I looked up to the sky, I could see the color that was once pitch black transition to a royal blue. The dawn was approaching and I was running out of time.

Finally making it to the outer borders of the Foal Mountain Forest, I ran across a rickety bridge that ran across a deep fjord. But as I ran, I was ambushed by three watchers that were quite magically skilled. I made my way to the bridge as the other three followed me with crossbows in hoof. I erected a shield over my body as I ran in order to prevent myself from being hit by a stray bolt. I could hear the three shouting out to possible others that I was here. But I had no time to deal with the three I had chasing me. That said, an entire army hunting me down would be the worst of my worries.

As I came close to the end of the bridge, I was stopped by yet another watcher. He held a sword as he galloped towards me. I quickly took down my shield and blasted him with a stun bolt and levitated his sword next to me and his body above me in order to take any incoming arrows. When I finally reached the end of the bridge, I used the sword to cut the ropes that held the bridge upright, causing the three unicorn watchers that tailed me to fall into the river below. I also took that time to rid myself of the body.

As I ran across the Saddle Plains, west of Matterhorn Mountain, home to Canterlot, I dashed across the open fields and ran past endless waives of grain. I looked to my left as I watched the wind blow past the amber and green waves of vegetation. My eyes darted right to see nothing but the same. The sun trailed behind me as it rose high into the sky. I knew that Princess Celestia was rather busy with her duties to come and assist me for the time being. But with the sounds of nothing but the wind brushing against my ears and the sound of the grain crashing against each other, I felt safe... for now.

The craggy mountains of the Matterhorn stood in front of me, telling me that I was so close to home now. I couldn't give up now. I had to keep running. But just as the massive mountain came into view, my hind legs that carried me from the horrors of my prison, faltered and gave under the weight of so much travel. I fell to the ground in a stumbling mess. My hooves flailed lifelessly as I tumbled in the dirt and rock, landing finally before the entrance of a cave.

I lied there for a moment. I took the time to think about what all had happened and what I had to endure. I was starving, I was wounded, my comrades and the decoy were all dead, my hind legs gave out and now I was probably being pursued by the pack of watchers that did all they could to capture me alive. But there was no way I would go back to that. But at the same time, I couldn't exactly carry on. My body was weak from lack of nourishment and fatigue. At the very least, I seemed to have lost them.

Yes... I did seem to lose them.

I haven't seen tail nor trace of them since my crossing of the fjord. I didn't have to worry about killing off any more of them. I was definitely safe now. My head fell to the ground as I panted out of exhaustion. My stomach twisted and turned, telling me that I needed something to eat. My throbbing legs insisted that I had ran for long enough. My eyelids grew heavy, telling me that I could rest. My consciousness faded to black, telling me that my journey was over. It was time for me to rest.

Rest. I suppose that sounds nice right about now.

Canterlot Royal Infirmary
August 12th, 903 C.D.V.

I awoke in a rather comfortable bed in a bright room. I saw that there were many roses and letters placed on my bedside by a number of ponies. Some from well-wishers, some from my fellow guards, some from a few nobles in order to kiss up to the princess, some from Cadenza and some from my mentor, Princess Celestia. As I raised my head to see what the letters said, I took notice of a mare who rested on top of me. She stirred as she awoke from her slumber and faced me with worried eyes.

"Oh... Blue. You're finally awake. That's good news."

"Cadenza?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Princess Celestia actually asked me to check in on you from time to time. She's been worried sick over you."

I stretched out my hooves and found myself hooked to an IV. The line carried blood that was not my own.

"Who-"

"The princess ordered that there were to be knights who carried your blood type to donate. You were in pretty bad shape."

"How bad?" I asked out of curiosity.

"The guard patrol found you on the side of the mountain unconscious. You were out for a few days. And from what I was told, you had a series of lacerations, some stab wounds, some bruises and you were malnourished. I can't tell you how bad Princess Celestia been when it came to you."

"How bad was that?"

"Long story short, she was the one who never left your bedside. She had me here because she wanted somepony she could trust to watch over you while she had her meeting in the Grand Hall."

I thought to myself that there wasn't supposed to be a meeting until later in the week. It was obvious from that minor detail that I was not exactly with the time. "What day is it?"

"August twelfth."

Today was the day she was scheduled to have a meeting on behalf of the nobles in charge of the international trade. It's been three days since my escape took place. "So I haven't been out for too long."

"Thankfully no. But the princess has been waiting for you to wake up and submit your report. And judging on who all didn't come back, it doesn't sound like it's going to be a good one."

My mind went back to what all that I've seen and experienced. I couldn't tell Cadenza what all had happened. "That much is true."

"Also, for safety purposes, the princess has ordered you not to leave the palace until otherwise given orders to do so." She added.

"Okay. Well I'm awake. Get me out of here so I can submit my report."

"I can't leave either. Strict orders from the princess."

"Then I'll go."

"You can't just leave without checking you out."

"Then call a nurse. I'm pretty sure she will understand the importance of my report."

"Not over the importance of your health."

I started to get a little annoyed at Cadenza for providing a long streams of reasons on why I couldn't check out of the infirmary. "You can convince her to release me while she's here."

Cadenza sighed as she tried to keep me in bed. "Is it that important?"

"Cadenza, I have to do this for the future of the Equestria we've come to know and love. If I don't submit this report, then we could have a very bad conflict take place."

"How bad?"

I wish that she didn't ask me that. "Civil War."

And now things started to get even more tense now that the news was in the air. Cadenza stared at me with shock and disbelief. I could tell that she wanted for the words that left my mouth to be a lie, but judging from the wounds that they found me with, there was no denying it.

"...I'll call a nurse."

I entered into the Grand Hall later that afternoon. As I walked inside, many of the guests and traders had gasped openly as I made my appearance. But there was one who gasped more so than the others. At the end of the table was a more-than-surprised Princess Celestia. It was definitely obvious that she took much joy in my arrival, though some of those in attendance didn't exactly share her enthusiasm. As the silence of the room grew deafening, my mentor was the first to speak.

"Captain, please escort these ponies out. Our meeting has been called to a thirty minute recess."

The princess looked at me and held a calm expression on her face as the other ponies took their leave. The Grand Hall grew silent with nothing more than the echoes of my hooves clopping against the red carpet. Suddenly, I heard the familiar snap that resembled a pair of wings being unfolded to take flight. As I looked up to the throne, my mentor was no longer there. Instead she swooped in from above and passionately wrapped her hooves around me with tears cascading down her cheeks.

"Blueblood, my dearest child."

I had to admit that hearing her call me that was most unsettling, but the warm embrace she gave to me was more than enough to make up for it. Her hooves held me close to her body. Her wings cocooned me and her together. The heat radiated from her body and onto mine as she nuzzled me roughly, yet lovingly.

"I have worried so much about you, my dear. I saw the condition you were in and I couldn't bear to keep my composure as I saw you leave for the medical ward. I can't lose you like that, do you understand me!?"

I could hear the distress in her voice as she started to think about the way she found me. I knew that she wanted this moment, but I had some important news to discuss with her. But instead, I chose to allow her a moment with me. I didn't want her to constantly bring herself back to those moments. Hell, I didn't want to even remember what all I had to go through for the time being. I just wanted to feel at home.

Ten minutes have gone by and I was now laid the ground, with the princess gently petting me as I tried to get her attention. Though she was motherly, it tended to be a little over the top. I suppose that's what happens when you raise a foal and you perceive it to be your own child for so long.

"Princess, if I may."

"Do what, dear?"

"Give my report."

Her hoof, that once gently stroke my neck, stopped dead in it's tracks. She apparently didn't want to discuss that for the time being. But she had no other choice. This was important.

"Can it wait a little longer, my dear?"

"Princess, please." I begged.

"...Okay. What is your report?"

I cleared my throat before I made a summary of what was going on. As soon as I was ready, I started to give the account of what had happened in the time of my absence from the palace.

"We traveled to the Hollow Shades of Spargos to complete our agreement with the enchanted spices for the new school that will be opening in the city in the coming months. As we returned, we were ambushed by an anonymous party. They managed to-"

"Hold you as hostage." My mentor finished, causing me to rise from the ground.

"How did you know?" I asked, causing her to dismay.

"I received a letter of ransom. It said that I had to abdicate the throne in order for your life to be spared. I know not who exactly sent the letter-"

"Vladimir Trotovich."

Princess Celestia gives me a confused stare as she argues with herself over the name she heard me speak. "I beg your pardon?"

"Trotovich is starting some sort of resistance movement that seeks to destroy our current system of governance and in it's place, establish a socialist republic. That's not all. As soon as he gained power, he would execute everypony who stood in the way of bringing back the old regime. That means that he would kill me, Cadance and finally you." I finished.

My mentor looks to the windows nervously, more noticeably a window that had two alacorn figures combating an eldrich abomination. "I should have known. He and the other members of the parliament are so distant in opinions that he sticks out like a sore feather. I cannot believe that he would go to such extremes."

I slowly walked to her side and looked down as the face of the princess brought to me a bitter memory. "And... Morning Vale... I'm sorry."

The news of her decoy's death proved to be a painful loss as the princess took a moment of silence, tears falling to the floor. Goodness knows I hated to see her cry. "She did her duty as you did yours. Though it saddens me beyond belief that she's gone, I must carry on with my duties. Were there any others?"

Far too many to name one by one. "...The entire patrol. We were wiped out without a second thought. The only reason I remained alive was because he wanted to use me as a bargaining chip."

"I see... I will send letters to the families of those who have served bravely in their duties. They will be dearly missed."

I grabbed a hoof of hers, urgently getting her attention so that she could focus on the matter at hoof. "Your majesty, we must do something to stop him. If he carries on like this, he will continue to gain support and will eventually have a force strong enough to batter against the gates of Canterlot itself. We cannot risk a civil war."

"No... we can't. That means we will have to eliminate any threat to the peace and sanctity of all of Equestria." She said, agreeing with me. She wiped her tears and gave me a strong look of determination that said 'I will ensure that their lives were not in vain'. I knew that it was the look that meant she was going to have to do something she wasn't particularly too fond of. I wonder how many of these similar situations she had to give the order to in her lifetime.

"I agree. So what are my orders, your highness?" I asked giving her a salute.

"Your orders are to remain here."

I dropped my salute at the mere thought of being holed in the palace while others took the opportunity of taking this extremist under. It angered me that the princess would request that I would stay here, pampered while others would go and die in my stead. What did I do to deserve this punishment? "Princess! I... I cannot! I will not remain here. Allow me to do what I can to take him down."

"I can't let you get hurt again. You know how I feel when it comes to those closest to me being in harm's way." She said as she looked back to the stained glass window. What was so special about that window in particular that has her drawn to it so often? I doubt that I would find out in my lifetime. I refocused myself on current matters and argued with the princess.

"With all due respect princess, I will not stay here and allow others to do what I should have done as soon as I saw him."

She turned back to me, shifting her eyes in both directions before giving me her fullest attention. Her voice grew to a whisper. "He is a key member of the parliament. We cannot rush these things. It's not necessarily a matter of force, but of stealth. We would have to do this quietly."

"I have already came up with an operation." I quietly noted.

"So soon? You just got out of the infirmary."

"I can do this. Just give me a chance to see it through."

This was another reason why she couldn't turn me down. I was not only her subordinate, I was her student. In most cases, she would deny anypony's suggestion without a second thought and reconfirming her final thoughts. But we had a bond that surpassed the others. I was her student, and in many cases I offered to show her what I could do in a given situation. This was one situation that I could prove myself. And being that this was a test, she couldn't refuse my determination to take it. "...Okay. I trust you. But under no circumstances are you to get injured in your objective. Do I make myself clear?"

With a smirk, I bowed before her. "Crystal, your highness."

"Right... So what is this operation that you have planned?"

August 13th, 903 C.D.V.
Canterlot Keeping District
Outside the Trotovich Estate

The operation was simple: infiltrate the estate, kill all who dwelled within, kill any and all witnesses, dispose of the evidence, provide a cover story, leave alive those under the age of sixteen, take them to the palace to have their minds magically wiped, send them to the streets with a careful eye watching over them and if those who were spared showed signs of being fully aware of what all had happened this night, kill them when they become of age. A textbook estate-cleanse. Kill the family and those who were affiliated with them.

I knew that this was an order that my mentor deeply regretted signing, but it was one that I didn't mind filling out. At the very least the blood will actually be on my hooves and not hers, being that I was the one to create the order. The only changes in my prior draft was that of the 'age of sanctuary', meaning those under a specific age would be allowed to live. But nonetheless, a mission was a mission, and it had to be completed within a given time.

I made my way into position with that of Captain Morning Star. He signaled the other teams to get into position as I quietly took point. Looking both ways, I confirmed that there was no others around. Morning Star motioned to the pegasi team to start making their way into the courtyard of the estate. They were to patrol the area to see if there were any watchers on guard.

Minutes have gone by and they return saying that the courtyard was empty. Now that there was an empty courtyard, that means we could make our way onto the lawn and using the cover of darkness to make our way into the home. And just as easily we made it into the yard, we made it to the sides of the house without any problems. The captain and I start to get nervous. This was entirely too easy for a search-and-destroy mission.

Our party of about seventy-five have made our ways to the windows, sealed off the rear and front exits of the estate. We had a specialist party, apart of the entire seventy five, scouting for passageways below. The operation was almost ready to begin at this point. All we had to do was kick the door down. But if everything was this easy to begin with, then that means that a front door trap was already waiting for us. That meant that our only means of entry would have to be the windows. Our pegasi teams readied themselves to take the upper floors as the ground team got ready to take to the windows. We waited for the first signs of life before making our first strike. A light in the upstairs room shined brightly, signaling our start. With a deep breath, I blasted the nearest window and made my way inside.

It was to be expected that we would encounter some level of resistance upon entering, but for us to be caught off guard with a series of traps and an enormous amount of insurgents waiting for us inside was far too much. This was a carefully thought-out raid made entirely to catch them off their hooves and here they were, sitting down with the tea on the stove, biscuits on the table and the door wide open. There had to have been one conclusion: there was a spy among us.

The captain and I stood with disappointment weighed heavily on our hearts. It seems that the one who ratted us out was one of our very own royal guards, dressed in the uniform of the insurgents. He laid on the ground, dying from a stab wound that the captain managed to inflict. But we soon found his reason for his betrayal in his dying breaths.

"Naive... useless fools.... We can... control our... our own destiny.... The citizens... of the Lower-District... and the Slums... will benefit from... our sacrifice...."

Morning Star was the first to ask. "Why, Chauncey? Why would you betray us?"

"It's not you... I'm betraying.... I'm betraying... the future... we would suffer from...." He sputtered forth, blood escaping his lips as he struggled to breathe.

"What would that be?" I asked.

"A future with... that charlatan princess..."

I didn't even give him a chance to finish as I thrusted my own blade deep into the chest of the traitorous guard. There was no need to give him a trial for high-treason. Furthermore, he was an insurgent. His death was assured. His eyes never closed as he watch me plunge the blade deep into his chest. I was the last thing he saw as he released his final breath of air.

"That's motive enough." I grumbled, angry that he would insult my mentor so harshly.

As we rose from the body and carried on our mission, we finally ran into the stallion that would try to start a civil war. Trotovich held a long blade and a spear with the flag of his resistance movement covered in blood. He screamed as he charged for us.

"Useless fools! You are blinded by false promises of a brighter future for our brothers and sons! Why do you betray them!?"

"It is you who betray them!" I answered, levitating my sword in a defensive posture. "I do what I must to ensure that Equestria is a country ideal for those who choose to succeed. You say that you represent those who are of a lower privilege, but you only represent yourself!"

Our blades clashed as he swiped the spear back in an attempt to slash me with the smaller blade. "I will lead the citizens to a glorious future where our nation will stand proudly over the others! Can't you see what kind of power we already have!? We could easily destroy other nations and show them the true power that we have! But your ignorant ruler seeks to have a 'peace' crafted from fear of war! War is the only way that equine-kind could ever thrive!"

"Now you're contradiction your own statements!" I screamed at him, ripping the spear away with my magic. It was obvious that he was ill-prepared to fight a guard hoof-to-hoof. "You just said that our brothers and sons are promised to a brighter future, not a bitter end! Hatred and suffering is all that comes from war!"

"I never said that all of us will be strong enough to survive! There will be those who will die on the lines of duty! You should already know this! It is a necessary sacrifice!"

"SACRIFICE!? YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME ABOUT SACRIFICE!?" I shouted, angrily swinging my blade against his. His sword fell from his hooves and landed on the far side of the room. "I cannot even begin to tell you noble-filth what it means to sacrifice! My comrades from the mountains, they sacrificed their lives to protect the princess! Morning Vale, she sacrificed her life to ensure that the princess may yet live, knowing that it would be the end of her! You sacrifice the lives of others for your own twisted dreams! This is why I continue to hate you nobles! You're selfish and weak, you were raised in the comforts of high society and fed from a spoon of silver! You send the actual stallions and colts, who only wish to serve their country to their demise off of false promises and dreams founded on bars of sand!"

He backs away from my trembling blade as I lividly track him down to a wall. He speaks to me as he makes his cowardly retreat. "AND CELESTIA IS NO BETTER! YOU ONLY DEFEND HER BECAUSE YOU ARE INFATUATED WITH HER! YOUR ROMANCES END WITH NOTHING! YOU COULDN'T EVEN HAVE MI AMORE CADENZA AS A CONSOLATION PRIZE! And you speak to me about being selfish? Your vision is only clouded by yourself, the facade of a honorable guard who's only wish is to retain the life he has in order to continue his comfortable living. If I am selfish in my own persuits... then we are the same."

I inched the blade against his neck, hatred filtering my vision red with blood. I approach him while breathing heavily and offered to correct him. "Don't you call us one in the same. I know where my loyalties lie."

Trotovich chuckled as he grabbed the blade with his bare hooves. I merely stared in bewilderment of what he was doing. He was crazy. "Your loyalties lie only with yourself. Do svidaniya! (DAS•vee•DAN•ja)."

With a tug, he sank the blade into his neck and choked on the blood that spewed forth from his major arteries. He shook spasmodically for a few seconds before his body finally calmed itself into a few neurotic twitches. As me and the captain watched the light fade from his eyes, I reclaimed my sword and proceeded to clean it off with the flag before replacing it inside of my sheath.

"What was he going on about?" Morning Star asked me as he turned to the door.

"He knew that he was at his end, so why not take the easy way out? Coward." I said, spitting at the body.

"I suppose that makes sense. You know you're about to die, so why not hasten the process? And while you're at it, just start spouting some strange rhetoric about how your executioner is the same as you are."

"A foolish decision, indeed." I muttered silently as I held the spear-headed flag, looking at it and thinking about this resistance movement and how many lives it costed. The captain started to walk out the door as he spoke.

"Well... I suppose we should get started on the clean-up."

Ah yes. The clean up. Burn the home with the bodies inside. Grab our own and send them to the morgue. Those apart of the insurgence shall stay here and be cremated to ashes. The headlines will say that the home burned to the ground due to an accident with the cooks. All signs point to success. No need to tarry on about how this would work out. I nodded my head to the captain's suggestion. "I agree."

*Shlink*

"A....agk....Blue..blood... why?"

He stared at me with the eyes of a starving puppy that begged to be fed. His expression was mixed with sadness and confusion as he watched the flag soak red from his own blood. He stumbled to me and tried his best to reach for his sword, but I relieved him of his weapon using my magic to remove the blade from it's sheath. I allowed him to get close as the life started to fade from his body.

It was too bad. He was a damn good captain.

"But captain. I thought you said that it was time for the clean-up."

"You.... tra....." He didn't get a chance to finish as his body went limp in my hooves.

I couldn't let him live. He knew too much of what I was trying to do. I wanted to have the princess to myself. Often I would dream of having Celestia coo in my hooves and tell me how much I meant to her. It was comforting, it was marvelous. She was the first one I fell in love with. And she was the first one to show me love. I couldn't let her fall into the hooves of another stallion, lest he should face my wrath.

And Cadenza... well let's just say that she was a 'consolation prize', so to speak. If I couldn't woo the elder alacorn mare to my side, then it would be her that I would pursue. She would be the thing that I would use in placement of her. I knew that Celestia couldn't be replaced, but to gain the interests of the princess of love itself was to gain unlimited affection. I couldn't let this bumbling buffoon-of-an-insurgent take away my chance at life-long happiness. And I couldn't let the captain grow into suspicion. He would ruin all of my plans.

But now that those two were out of the way, I can carry on to my next phase of earning the princess' affection. I have already played the role of the honorable white-knight. Now it was my time to take the role as her prince.

Both figuratively... and literally.

I walked out of the room with the captain's body set upon my back. I tried my best to feign my grief at his loss, which didn't take much as I successfully managed to fool everypony, including the princess herself. As I made my way downstairs to the front lobby, I met up with the surviving group of guards with faux tears.

"Captain!" One of the guards screamed in seeing his lifeless body hang on my back. I held my head down and informed them of the 'terrible' news.

"Vladimir Trotovich is now dead, but alas, he took the life of the captain before he faced his end. I plunged my blade into the bastard's neck in remembrance of those who have died in this affair. Captain Morning Star shall be dearly missed. He was a fine guard."

One thing I had to hand to the regiment that was before me was that they knew how to put their duties before mourning. They shook off their sadness for later and made their reports. The family of Trotovich was with a young daughter at the age of thirteen. She was spared as the others were eliminated. Underground passages held large supply catches of weapons, ammunition for bows and slings, piles of armor, blueprints to the castle and maps of all of the caverns that hid deep below Canterlot. They also found cider and rum, to which they took for themselves. They captured those who tried to escape from underground and executed them on spot. The mission was a resounding success.

"Sir, you are in charge. What are your orders?" One of the guards asked as I stopped in front of them, placing the captain's body before them.

"Collect our dead and wounded. See to it that all of the bodies of those of the insurgence are placed here in the home. Torch the place, and start from the kitchen."

Since that night, I was heralded as a hero, the stallion who saved Equestria from imminent civil war. My plans were running quite smoothly. Even the funeral for the late captain had proved to be a stepping stone to my ascension. As time progressed, a matter of four days to be precise, the princess had officially given me a title: Prince Olysseus Blueblood Patrikios. Needless to say that I bore my new-found power with pride. As the days went by, I furthered my advances to her royal majesty.

But sadly, her stubbornness to see me as her own child and nothing further prevented me from getting close enough to become intimate. Even my most sensual touches had little to no effect on her. It was most disheartening. Though there was more to my plan, as my failure would bring up the possibility of another princess that I would be able to claim as my own.

...And yet I failed for a second time.

Years go by and I feel my anger boil to the point where I started to grow jealous of every stallion that grew close to Cadance. I even took it out on various others who served under me. I made it my sole duty to deprive her of those opportunities so that she may see what I had to offer. But now there was an additional incentive. Over the past few years, I learned of a spell that would hold back the hands of time from my image. The only setback was that I needed to engage in sexual activity in order to regress my age. Though it had a side effect on the other end, as it rapidly progressed the age of those whom I've bedded with. The first victim of my experiment was that of the young Trotovich mare that we managed to recover from the operation in the year's past. Thus brings me to the new initiative.

Cadance has managed to acquire something that I didn't have when she was crowned princess. Something called a 'full ascension', meaning that she was permitted to the attributes to all three of the pony-breeds, which included the commonly called 'alacorn' status. She would gain the use of magic and the ability to take to the sky and more importantly, the ability to retain her age.

If I was to bed with her, then I would continually be able to feed off of her and keep my current age. It wouldn't take long to obtain the 'full ascension' either. So I did what I could to center my resources so that I could make sure that this was to happen. I found ways to oust certain nobles and place others who would be loyal to me in power. I centered the very government around me, just so that I could have the unlimited resources to reinforce my operations to gain unlimited power.

Unlimited power and an undying youth... in my hooves. Nothing could be better.

It's good to be the prince.

Author's Note

Dear squeamish readers: I WARNED YOU TO SKIP THE PART THAT HAD THE REALLY NASTY STUFF.

So now that I managed to get grimdark fest out of the way for now, you can safely conclude what I meant by [reader's discretion is advised]. And as you can tell, Blue is a rather jealous soul. But if you think that he was only there for balancing the checkbook, then you were sorely mistaken. That is his current occupation, as his former was that of a guard to the crown.

Vladimir Trotovich is a shameless reference to that of Vladimir Makarov from the CoD series. I tried to make his personality line up with that of him and seem like an ultra-nationalist with the intention of starting a brand new government by overtaking Celestia.

But now you get an idea on why Blueblood is so evil.