The Legacy of the Nameless

Giggles, laughs, all sorts of cheerful sounds. The little foals quietly played with each other, a few older colts wrestling around. Growls and hisses, a few snarls now and then. The silver farucan was silent as he sat down by the door. One simple task, simply watch over the little ones. He was used to it, having done this for quite some time. He was a foalsitter, owning a large daycare in the kingdom, being well known for his kindness and loving heart. No fighting, he didn't have to fight. The battle was in the forest, far from his home. All the fillies and colts were here, playing with each other, some more roughly than others. If there was a fight between them, he made sure to settle their little arguments, no matter how silly they can be.

Nopony could pass their army, that's what he had been told, he wouldn't have to fight in any way at all. He believed this, as he should have, and didn't worry one bit. The farucans were strong, it was a sure victory. No worries at all, nothing to fear. He never expected any violence to fall upon him or the foals.

A large banging sound, against the door, the thud of hooves against the tough wood. It was hard to hear over the noisy children, but his sensitive ears were trained to hear even the quietest whispers over such noise. He turned his head towards the locked door, the banging growing louder. The foals began to quiet, all eyes affixed to the breaking wood. The farucan stallion stood up, his ears pinned back. There was a crash as the door broke in two, four full grown stallions charging through. They were decked out in armor, each weilding some sort of weapon. Screams, the foals were screaming. SilverShade, his instincts took over as he turned to help them. A sudden weight upon his back, solid hooves colliding with his hind leg. He fell over, collapsing to the ground. One guard was sitting on his back, preventing him from standing. The farucan couldn't do anything, he wasn't a fighter, he wasn't strong. He wouldn't have to fight, he had been told. Just watch over the foals, that was his task. Nopony can pass our forces. None of this had been true, he should have been prepared. Screaming, cries out for help, but he couldn't do a thing for them.

"Stop it!" He shouted, trying to shake the guard off, struggling beneath its weight. He was crying, tears filling his eyes as sorrow and fear flooded his heart. Blood, violence, they were dying. The ponies had little remorse as they drove their blades through each little foal. SilverShade struggled, clawing at the ground. He was trying to fight, trying to stand, trying to save what couldn't fight back. Fire, fire was all he had, but the ponies. They had swords, they had daggers, they had armor. His fire was weak, barely enough to scorch the ground before him. "Why are you doing this?!" He cried out.

"No survivors, the princess commanded. No chance for the species to return," His captor grinned, letting him watch as the last of the young farucans had a thick sword driven deep into its weak skull. The farucan closed his eyes, no longer wanting to see the blood bath before him. There was a sharp pain in his back, the guard running its dagger along his spine. There was laughter, pride as the guards left. How could they do such a thing? How could they laugh at their suffering? Had this been what the queen meant, that the ponies felt nothing for them? The farucan struggled to stand, the long slit in his back fading away. The ponies were gone, having left them to suffer. Tear dripped down his face, dragging the color away with them. SilverShade's silver coat dulled into a gray color, every inch of his body matching the translucent form. Gone, he was just as dead as the foals before them. They hadn't been given this second chance, the queen must've thought they would have been left unharm, that the ponies would be too soft to cause them such pain.

The ghostly farucan quietly walked into the blood stained ground that had once been a play area. He still cried, though no one was there to cry for him. He had failed his one task, he had failed to keep them safe. He was no more useful now as he was before. His ears pinned back, as he listened to a faint breath, a faint sniffle. He looked around, trying to find the one bit of life still left. He saw something move, upon the carnage, just a small movement. He walked over, hoping there was at least one survivor upon this miserable night. A small filly of the earth variety, a light cyan color. Her feathers and mane were a darker blue. She barely moved, whimpering faintly, a long tear along her back. It was gushing blood, the little foal slowly bleeding to death. Several of his spikes were missing, only one on the back of her neck and one at the top of her tail was left. Her claws and spikes her a lighter blue in color.

"They are gone, no need to fear," The spirit of the farucan lied down beside her, wrapping his tail around her form, keeping her close to something that no longer lived. The filly looked up at the ghost, her lime green eyes showing utter fear. She was scared, having stayed silent after the blade withdrew. She had held her breathe, refusing to move until she felt it was safe. "What is your name?" The spirit asked.

"I-I don't know..." the foal whispered. She couldn't remember, she was too little to remember. She wouldn't need one soon anyway, she would possibly follow the others.

"Lone Survivor," The farucan whispered. It was little of a name, but it was who she was. The only one to survive the slaughter, the lone survivor. "I am SilverShade," he smiled. "I won't let anymore harm come upon you, i will not fail you as well." the farucan ran his claws along her wound. It stung, not from the actual claws but the water droplets that made them. Mist, was that all he was? Not a ghost, though he had a form. Not alive, but not dead either. Mist, water vapor, a simple fog with the mind of a farucan. The filly calmed, the stinging soon cleansing the cut. It would heal, but the mark would never vanish. The foal closed her eyes, silently curled up beside the living mist. SilverShade laid his head down beside her, acting as her guardian.