A Thorn in the Empire

Narrating: Arts Desire

I thought I had lost them, but I hadn't. The sound of large armor covered guards galloping my way made that very clear. I have to be close. I thought, as I ran through the field. I looked behind me to see the city still close. That's all that it was: close. The guards were gaining, and I had to do something. I sped up, only to slow down a minute later. I was exhausted. I needed to hide, but where? I kept galloping, as I looked for something large enough to conceal me.

They ran at top speed. I was wishing they’d just collapse or something, but that wish didn’t come true. How could it? Running out of breath I began to lose distance. I had to escape.

I spotted a boulder about a hundred feet away and dashed, towards it. I leapt over the rock and crouched down, trying not to breathe. The guards continued past the rock and me. That seemed too easy, but I didn't care. I stayed where I was, calming myself. I then stood up and began once more to the edge of the empire. I was willing to risk my life to escape the King

I had grown up in the castle hidden from him. My parents would tell me stories of when he came to rule. But one day my parents did not return from their normal day of work. I became worried and ventured out of the room, disobeying the biggest rule I had ever been taught. I wandered around for about an hour looking at the art on the walls. It wasn't until later that I realized my love for art and a winged paintbrush appeared on my flank. I wished I could wonder the halls for longer but a crystal stallion with a dark brown coat and a black and blue mane found me. The green eyes staring at me were soft and gentle . His cutie mark showed a black shield and a bright blue crystal. His talent must be protecting the crystal ponies.

He seemed sympathetic and young with a kind smile. While looking down at me and chuckling, another guard came around the corner. The guard noticed me at once, and soon they both were taking me to the king.

The guards were back on my trail and moving as fast as they could. My hooves began to ache and I began to slow. My heart pounded in my ears. The guards were yelling, but not at me. I glanced back. They were yelling at one another. I did not care to find out why.

I turned back. I was not going to lose more distance when I could gain some instead. I spread my wings to fly and began flapping. I couldn't get off the ground. I'd never flown before. My wings were likely to weak.

I just continued running. I was close to freedom. I was about to have liberty and no longer be a slave to the king. I was on my way to a new life. But then it was black. I could still move around, but all I could see ahead of me was blackness. And then I was on the ground as if I had ran into something, but there was nothing there. There was only noise.

My head ached but I was aware of the guards surrounding me. Its all a blur but I know where I'm going, and I don't like it one bit.