Ray of Hope

Her first steps, her first words, it was gorgeous!

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When Centa was born, I could not get my eyes off of her. It was such a moment for me. But, in fact, I did not know I am so excited for birth of some foal who's ancestors luckily survived the nuclear fallout. In fact, when Life asked what I was doing I rolled my eyes off of her, and proclaimed, "N-nothing. Just looking at this worthless foal".

"Remember what I said? I said that she would grow to be special", Life said a sentence which was very hard to reply to, thus, I did not. But, when we stopped talking for a minute or so, I looked at Centa in her mothers' hooves. She was beautiful, in a sense. Though I had some other tasks to do, I still couldn't get my eyes off that foal. She was special, and I knew it.

In a year time, she grew up and started walking, and even trotting. It was gorgeous! I've never been so interested in a pony being before!

After she has started walking and trotting aimlessly, her father, unfortunetley, has lead his way into my hooves. It happened all in 3 seconds. 3 short seconds. As he was a hunter for mutant animals in the undergrounds and metro, it was a very dangerous job, but he was considered to be the best one around. But, on one hunt for the "Dark Eagle", he got mauled by a Kimra, a leopard-like mutant with sharp teeth and giant claws. And in just 3 seconds, he was killed by the savage. Blue Ivy (Centas's mother) has been grief for 4 consecutive weeks, until drowning in obsession with drugs and sex.

It was terrible to see Centa's mother under the influence of cocaine whilst at home, shouting the maid, calling her a bitch and a right-winged cunt. Soon after, Blue Ivy has gotten a rehab on drug obsession, and has been cured of it. When she has returned, the maid was crying of happiness and Centa said, "Mom!". It was the first thing that Centa said, and she said it on repeat like a broken record for the rest of the day, until she went to sleep, with a smile on her face.

The rest of the early childhood of Centa just consisted of eating, sleeping, and aimlessly walking left and right on the metal floor. It was nothing much, but it was a pleasure to see it.

"Still obsessed with her, eh?", Life said once.

"Sh-shut up! I'm not!", I shouted with anger.

"For fuck's sake! Calm down!", Life said calmly, "You can watch her any time you want, just do your job, and everything will be fine". I have followed that advice well and clearly.

The only time I had to see Centa was just 4 hours. It seems to be long, but it just cuts for only 5 minutes for me. Time here, you see, is faster, thus I have little time to see the foal. But I was still happy. She was speaking and walking, and it was her freedom...