The Foundation

When I think about it if I would have met my stallion differently would he have hated me? Would I be going down another road shrouded with darkness rather then with my new family? His family was destroyed by a drunk husband, and a mother who was torn apart for an unknown reason. What if I were told to kill or capture his sister or mother and I succeeded? The only reason I was aloud to keep this relationship was so the foundation can use him. I knew this from the start of our relationship but even then, I have never felt that way before when im around him, and feel him. Somebody to care for you, make you feel better for yourself when you and him both know you are doing horrible and twisted things everyday. And act as though nothing bad has ever happened.

I have lost count of how many times I have hurt storm in more ways then physically. Sometimes I lose who I am and I act like I don’t know any of my friends including storm. That is who I want to believe who subject five is, and not Kui. I want to believe that Kui is the pony who laughs a lot, and gets excited about simple things like how somepony's day was or the fact that another pony just recently got a new book.

When I think about it, why is he so nice to me on a daily basis? I do admit I do not treat him with one hundred percent kindness or loyalty . . . but he gives me everything I could ever want well, most of the time anyways. I am positive that I gave him more stress and Aggravation than anypony else I had ever met, yet he still protects me knowing all of the horrible and terrible things I did on a daily basis. What if he had not been there for me? Would I had been going down a different road, not filled such kind and devotion but rather a road that follows a dark alleyway filled with mass uncertainty? Would I have been just subject five instead of Kui?

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All of us that are part of the foundation, do and still don't know who our families are, and some even still don't know what a family is. Many of us including me, are self concious about this factor, and often make up excuses that later crumble and fall apart, due to evidence. This is a topic I use to and sometimes still think about everyday. What was my mother like? And my father? Did I have a sister or a brother? Why was I taken from my family? I still like to think about it from time to time but for now I still have the comfort of my family with storm.

Back on topic with the foundation, I would like to think that it were for the better that some of the subjects were to be locked up in the sites. But what if they were not like this to begin with? What if the foundation caused them to be like that? And if they were not lucked up they could be cured but at civlians expense.

I know what it is like to be locked up and some even kept still using constraints and sedatives to keep them unable to do anything. But some could not make it in public without killing another pony, this Is how I know the foundation is not entirely evil. And why would they pick ponies like me from birth? I've noticed that most of all of us have some type of ability that can be used for the foundations sake. But I did not find any files of anything stating that, they do this for there benefit.

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I trotted in the trees for hours looking for my target to show up on my road. It was on the way towards GreenPatch. The pony was a male, thirty five years old. He was known for espionage, trying to find out foundation site locations. Atleast that was the information given to me.

He had started coming by and I jumped down a dagger in hoof to impale it through his neck, but just then he caught me by my throat and slammed me against a tree to hold me in place.  This was before I had much combat training, and I was an easy target.

He looked at me, as I was gasping for air through his death grip. He then picked up my dagger and through it aside and let me down. And after that he trotted off without a word. At that moment I was only thirteen years old. What was he thinking? What was he thinking? Why did he not do anything more then look at me? I sat there wimpering as the night went on, listening to the cold breeze, thinking and dreading about my punishment for yet another failure.

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I want to explain in more deep and descriptive detail about myself, I did not start at the beginning of my story, because I feel you need to understand the others, before you can understand me. I was completely let out of containment to live a somewhat more normal life when I turned seventeen. This was due to the fact that I was given the role of espionage, and took out military and local duties while living in Dresenia. This also includes being a spy while I was employed by the shadowvale military, and in the special ops. My duties consisted of making documents of all residents of each town, for example, shadowville, mayfall, GreenPatch etcetera. All information was then sent to subject fifteen, or a replacement who then ships both information and tangable items.

Though when the first time I was let out of containment was when I was ten years of age, like most subjects. While im not on duty I acted differently, more of the pony I wanted to be rather then subject five. I worked as a bartender at cogs cafe, before I became manager of carrots cafe. While I was manager of carrots cafe I was told to join the shadowvale military for information and later became a special ops, due to my skills in combat.

While all of this happened I was still the happiest pony on the planet. Both jobs aloud me to meet new friends everyday and the military was at a time of peace. I was also knowledge hungry. I learned new things everyday, i've had over ten masters learning, fighting styles, puppetry, new weaponry, nercromancy, Each and everyone taught me something different.

While im not learning new things, and being with friends, and family im always reading. Back when I was locked up in the foundation site, I was aloud to read nearly anything besides those concerning relationships and have a lot of theory behind family.

My pelt is a pale yellow, with a light and dark green mane, and tail. My cutiemark is a black and white emoticon, one smiling the other frowning. This represents my ability to manipulate emotion. I have two foals and one adopted foal, making it three. My blood related foal, the male one is named frost, after storms family tradtion. The other is named Kei. I thought of my own family tradttion would be nice to have, so I used three letters to come up with a name. I am a pegasi, and my eyes are green as well.

Most of my friends describe me as a tomboy, due to my voice being scrachy and it sometimes cracks. Im always laughing and chuckling over the simple things and get confused easily when ponies talk about something I have never heard of, which surprisingly still happens.  I am sad and get upset when I am unable to help my friends in anyway possible.