The Foundation

The first day I killed a pony was a day that I boasted about it to other subjects, I was so proud and happy for myself. At the time I was ten, small and still fragile. I sat against a tree and looked down at the water. It was night, and a full moon was glimmering onto the lake. The wind was blowing causing the water to ripple ever so slowly. I looked down to see my reflection, a Yellow yet slightly khaki pelted pony sat down against a tree, crying to herself her dark and light green mane covering the right side of her face.

A stallion in his twenties or maybe thirties was trotting down the road he had two baskets of carrots on his back. He set them both down with a bump to notify me that he stopped. I turned to him my face covered in tears and just stared. “What are you doing out here alone little one?” The voice was more feminine than expected almost to the level of a tenor. I only replied bawling my eyes out and speaking in tongue. He made the motherly “Sh sh sh it's going to be all right” As he put my face into his chest and patted my back.

This was also a day, the first day I had ever had fatherly love. He was a rather small stallion, an earth pony with a light brown coat and a light orange colored mane. His cutiemark was a basket of carrots with a round mechanism under it. The sobs turned into small murmurs as I calmed down. That was when it happened, a team of four ponies jumped down, one grabbing me and the other three in a triangle formation with swords pointed at the pony that was tending to my sorrows. I kicked left and right, flailing all of my hooves to get out of reach, but sadly I just was not strong enough.

I watched as the ponies spoke in a disguised voice. Sounding deeper and demented to hide there identities. “What is your relationship with this pony?” He looked scared out of his mind and froze still, nearly jumping back to impale himself. “I-ive only just met her!” he said panicking. They looked at each other and they all gave a nod. “Keep moving” They said as they disengaged the weapons held oh so close to the pony. They turned to me, one of them grabbing a bag to put over my head. I was jumping, kicking, and punching violently to break free. A loud *Crack!* could be heard as I yelped in pain and a large red checker was left on my cheek from being slapped so hard. The brown pony ran towards the group, attempting to headbutt the group of ponies, but only received a kick to the ribs, laying him out on the floor. “That is a death wish!” One of them yelled as he pointed a sword at at his neck. I realized the situation he was in and I lost control of myself.

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The first thing I remember was waking up in a warm bale of hay, looking at a wood fence. I looked around at all of the new things I’ve never seen before. At the time I was ten I was not aloud in public places, so I was new to all the Scenery. I trotted out of the barn and watched in awe as I seen multiple dozens of ponies working something that is known as a plantation. There were rows and rows of carrots, wheat fields that went on for great distances, and much much more to come. One pony stopped to look at me before nervously going back to work. I continued walking about looking all around the buildings that had surrounded the perimeter of the plantation. The buildings were made of wood, and the roofs were made of green wool, containing plenty of windows made of glass.

At that time I had no idea what a window was. I just thought it was open, so I went up to one of the buildings and jumped right through it. Shards went into my hooves as I landed and I yelped in pain, rolling over to collect more shards into my back and sides. I scooted myself over picking the shards out with my teeth as I seen the familiar pony stand at the doorway.

The building I had jumped in was a storage building. Plenty of chests and shelves could be seen it was, a large two story building. He then shook his head and used his Hoof kerchief to clean the blood. “Well then when did you wake up? Its been nearly four days.” I looked down at the floor and immediately started thinking about my punishment for being missing for such a long time.

He propped my chin up with a hoof and put it over my cheek “I would like to thank you for saving my life” I looked at him, smiling from the feeling of his hoof on my cheek, the warmth that ive never understood or experienced.

When ponies touch me, its different for others, I feel all of there emotions and it amplifies the sensation onto me, due to the fact that my cutie mark enables me to manipulate and sense emotion. He picked me up and set me down onto his back “You are rather light for your size you know” “Are you okay” I said with a voice of concern. “Still breathing.” He replied with a voice Reassuring me “Besides I have a friend that wants to meet you.” I beamed with joy and nearly fell off his back “A friend!? Who!?” He laughed and started trotting down the walk way. “He is the head master of the plantation, and the elder of the Vergimore family.” I just looked at him extremely confused and he looked back to see my expression. “He is our leader” He said.

I continued looking around at the wheat fields and the rows upon rows of carrots. “What are those?” I pointed towards nine different things. He glanced back and chuckled to himself “If you mean those green stacks with a bit of orange sticking out those are called carrots.” I pointed to the wheat that was in the middle of the season. He glanced back raising an eyebrow “That's called wheat . . . your not from around here are you?” He replied with a slight concerned voice. I ignored him and continued looking about. We got up to a tall building about three maybe two floors high. He trotted in with me, there were groups of ponies, all talking aloud sitting down eating and talking with each other. Well until we both came in, everything got dead silent before rustling back up with mass gossip, and light whispers filled the room. The room was more like a mess hall filled with ponies filled with colors and such, though it seemed as if the ponies were arranged in different colors by the sides of the lunch hall. The orange, green, blue and red, it seemed as if they had been Separated by choice rather than forcefully.

This is due to the fact some ponies of different colors sat together, and I seen no signs stating such rules. Most of all that confused me, the ponies that had lived there were earth ponies. All of which had cutie marks that had also been determined by the color of there pelt. The red ponies had cherries, and cherry products and baked goods. The Orange ponies had oranges and, moro colored fruits some in baskets or put together with another baked good. The ponies that were blue had cutie marks that had a wide range from grapes to olives and olives to berries. And last the green ponies. There cutie marks were also a wide range of apples, baked goods celery stalks, lettuce, and peppers. He brought me to a table and sat me down on a high-chair with a cushion on it. “Why hello th-” was all he could get out of his mouth before I started bombarding him with mass questions, it probably sounded a little something like this.

“What is that!” Or “Are you my friend!?” I barked loudly and it got dead silent once again. “What is everyone looking at!?” Everybody just stared at me, and the chatter had risen once again. I looked to turn to the pony who had been talking to me. “What is your name little one?” The headmaster had said. He was orange, and had a bowl of carrots for a cutie mark. His mane was old and white. I replied with “Oooh my name is miss green!” and he looked through me, and at the pony who had been standing behind me almost as a shield.

The pony behind me had chuckled sheepishly and ran a hoof in the back of his head. “She is not from around here” And I blurted out “Am too!” He got up and whispered something into the pony that had been sitting in front of me, and he nodded to himself. “You must be starving, having been asleep for four days” I did have my food pills with me in my pocket but I ignored the fact and nodded my head vigorously with a “Yup yup yup!” he slid a pastry over the table that had swirls of cinnamon and a thick liquid dripping from the top. I started eating it without a second to lose, inhaling it in one bite and chewing with my mouth open, until I heard glass shatter and instantly had my neck clutched by thirty two, who then kicked a hole in the fragile wood wall and ran out towards a dense forest.

As he ran, I was dangling by his grasp and still choking on the honey roll i had just tried to eat. After nearly thirty minute of running he stopped and tossed me on the ground. I could see the anger in his eyes. “What no postcard!?” as he slapped me hard enough to roll me over on my side. “You could have been killed! If not killed than taken advantage of!” as he stood me up violently and slapped my back down on the opposite cheek. This time you could see blood pockets under the skin of my cheek start boiling up. “Do you think being gone so long neglecting your duties was fun!?” As he brawled my muzzle that then started dripping with blood. He picked me up again, and yelled directly into my face, staring me down.

“Answer me!” he yelled at the top of his voice, blowing my mane to the other side of my neck.

I just looked down and murmured something under my voice. “I wont ask you again” He barked raising a hoof before  i broke down wailing and crying, that was only silenced by another smack that made my right cheek crimson red. He stomped his hoof down onto my stomach making me gasp for air and nearly vomit. Before he repeated the process and finally made me puke. “I've told you this before i'll tell you again, you are prohibited from eating and drinking anything that is not provided to you from the site!” he barked. He picked me up by my neck, I was still gasping for air and he shouted at me once more. “What is your explanation!” I replied instantly “T-they were disguised . . . I was attacked” He than set me down and looked down at me reluctantly. “You are dismissed.” As he used magic to port away, and joy trotted up to me and left along with me.