Death of Generations

Entire chapter is written in Present Tense, I am aware of this and I have a reason for it.

The Escape written by _Shade_ collab with Horny Horse, blame him for the majority of injuries.

He forces the little clothing he has into the small backpack, a rusty fork for luck and six bits, his life savings and  his first feather.

Dig had been clear on the instructions, get out of the orphanage before midnight, and meet them at The Soggy Toast, don't get followed.

This proves far more difficult than White thought, not even once before did he attempt to escape the orphanage and for a good reason, any child caught outside at night had sixteen lashings in front of them, it doesn't help that all adults seemingly hates him for no reason and acted fairly violent towards him.

Haltrin be damned if he didn't make it though, after all the pain he'd gone through... He takes a calm breath and look out the window, he had managed to open it with a bit of tinkering at the side, he jumps onto the side and looks back at his brown, dirty room once more, scanning it for anything left behind, he smacks a talon across his face and walks to the bed to take his bed sheets and jump out the window, he does not want to be caught by any Republicans scanning the skies.

White Beak glides with his wings narrowly open to catch just enough air to stop his fall, he turns around from the tree he landed in and look up at the Orphanage, the window he jumped out of looming ominously over him from the third floor, he shudders and starts climbing down the tree.

Crack

White Beak's blood runs cold as he slowly crane his neck and sees a guard, Monarchist if he remembers correctly, blood running cold he jumps down from the branch he was on and run, thankfully the pony behind him is a unicorn and can't catch the speeding hippogriff, if you listen closely, you may even hear him grit his teeth.

This was not what he wanted at all, if the Solars catches up to him... Well, it may not be as bad as what could happen if it was a Republican Pegasus...

Thankfully, years of running from bullies had toned his frame into what one could mistake for an arrow, were you not looking closely.

He turns the corner and slams into something head first, a splitting pain makes itself known in his forehead as he looks up at the Monarchist pony.

... Haltrin must hate me. he thinks as he turns around, angry shouts are heard from behind him, of all the nights why did it have to be this?

"He's around the corner! He's heading to the Salted Cereal!" A voice shouts, male he believes, not that you'll know with the enchantments.

Talons, hooves and wings break the silence of the night, frantic shouting can be heard from where he came, a voice soon follows.

"He must have managed to incapacitate her! Send the fliers after him, no use sending the magicians."

No time to think, no time to slow down... I'm supposed to turn here...

Just as he finished the thought he nearly gets caught by a charging grounder coming out of the alleyway, thankfully his reflexes had managed to pull his wings in.

"Alright... Just two more turns..."

Even though he was well aware that he'll be charging headfirst into the military's ranks, he had little other choice.

Coming out of the alleyway he spreads his wings and uses them to boost his speed in a straight line for nearly half a kilometer, taking a sharp left he spares one last glance at the wooden houses in the rundown town, for now.

And runs straight into a dragon.

White catches his breath for a second before letting it out, peering around the alleyway he sees some incapacitated guards, all Solars.

"Thank Haltrin you're here, I was seriously about to turn myself in" White Beak pant out.

The dragon nods and begins leading the way at an even but quick pace, they head through tunnels and soon, the sound of Solars and Republicans die down.

A smile makes it's way to White Beaks face,

"Finally... No more running."