The Laws of Life.

Chapter 6: Another life in the night.

A world that hates me. A world that shuns, and fears me. That is the world I live in. They hate who I am. The fear what I am. I am shunned for my difference. All the ponies look at me as if I am an evil spawn of my father. They cast him out long ago, and it’s only time before they do the same to me. As each second ticks, their hate grows stronger. As I grow, so does their fear.

I was never given any choice in life. My father. . The root of my problems. A changeling, under disguise lived here. He fell in love, married, and had me. But not long after my birth, he was found out. Even though he had practically grew with them, they chased him away as if he were just some filthy vermin. From then on, they looked at me as if I were the same vermin my father was. I look a lot like my mother. I have the same mane and tail as her. Both long and flowing, colored dark peach. My mane has light pinks strips, and my tail just has one thick light pink stripe in it. My fur color is even the same light peach color as hers.

But, there are two things that make them see me as my father. First, is my eyes. They are dark green, like his. And the second is this horn atop my head. If I had a single bit of control of this life, I would rather not have either of those things. I wish I could have pink eyes, like my mom. Be an earth pony, like her. I wish I wasn’t my fathers daughter. But, I am, and this is the life I was given. The life that I strive to change.

It was better when I was younger. They had thought that I would be completely different from my father, like he had never existed and I was some sort of miracle, virgin birth. But, their hope vanished as I grew. They only saw more and more of my father in me as I grew. It doesn’t help that my talent is illusion magic.I can easily make something look like something else, with enough concentration. I can even change what I look. But there is no point. They already know, and it would only make their fear grow quicker.

I just did what came naturally. A nature that I grew to hate. Everypony started keeping their distance from me. other foals my age were told to stay away from me. It had gotten to the point where I couldn’t even step outside in the daylight, for fear that I would be tormented again. That I would hear the others call me those names. ‘there’s the bug.’ or ‘look, here comes the monster. Better stay away.’

I started taking solace in the night. At night, I could walk freely. At night, I didn’t have to hear those hurtful names. I could just walk, and be me. I wouldn’t have to worry about causing others panic, by walking out and about, because they all locked themselves inside during the night.

So, that’s what I do. My mother has me stay inside all day. She’s a teacher, so she teaches me at home, instead of letting me go to a normal school. Of course, I was never asked my opinion on that. I watch the sun set, as the day draws to a close. I watch as the brilliant moon rises. And, once my mom is sound asleep in her bed, I sneak out right through the front door. And, I just walk. I walk down the streets of this small town. I’m pretty sure I’ve walked just about every street possible.  The old, dirt and cobblestone paths. To the more newer concrete pathways. I look at how the moon shimmers across every surface. I listen to the sounds of the nighttime.The nighttime is a truly lovely time.

Tonight is the same as every other night. I hear my mother's door close gently, her thinking that I am already sound asleep in my bed. I slide out of my room slowly, and then down the stairs. I use my pink magic aura to open the door, and close it quietly behind me. The sight from my porch is, in my opinion, the best site ever. I live in a smaller area of this town, no buildings, or bright lights to obstruct the view of the sky. I can watch the moonrise slowly into the sky from her. Watch as it glimmers down. “Oh, Princess Luna, your nights are always lovely.” I whisper to myself, as I begin my routine walk.

I start by walking down my street, to the very end. I take a small turn to the left, to head closer to the center of this town. I never pay attention to the ground when I walk anymore, I just stare up into the sky, looking at the beautiful round moon, and the millions of sparkling stars. After a few minutes of walking around the town, I turn back towards my house. But, instead of heading directly home, I walk past it, down the other side of the street. My house is built right on the edge of the town, so this path leads away from home, away from the life I live, and into an open field, full of moonlight.

This is where I practice my magic. For as much as I hate having these abilities at all, I practice with the hope that I can show the others that I’m not my father. But, I don’t think they will ever be swayed. Only my mother understands me, but even she is scared as well. Sure, she loves me, and my father. But, she fears the pain that we both cause. It’s not like we mean to. He just wanted a life. I only want a life. “Why must life be this cruel?” I whisper into the soft wind, as it rushes past me.

“Why can’t I just live the way I want to?” I ask, as I start to feel the tears well up in my eyes. I try to quickly wipe them away. I can’t cry. I won’t cry. Anytime I cry, he shows up. He always shows up when I’m sad. “Fantasm. . You’re crying. . . Again.” I let out a sigh, and turn to make sure he is behind me. I don’t like seeing him. I keep my eyes closed tightly. Whenever I look at him, I can only see his dark green eyes. I can only see me, looking at what I might become.

“Please, father, just leave. I’m fine. I just want to rest.” I speak, without ever glancing to him. “Fantasm, please. You always shut me out. I know I’ve made life hard for you. I know Ive made mistakes. I wish I never had. I wish I could be there with you, living a lovely life.” He goes to speak more, but I turn around, interrupting him. “Stop wishing!” I yell at him. “Wishes won’t help. Nothing will help change this life.” I take a long breath, as I stare into his dark green eyes.

“My offer is always open. . . “ He speaks out slowly. I turn away from him again, marching back towards town. “No, father. I will never join you at the nest. What would make life different there, then it is here? I won’t be treated with any respect. I’m not even a complete changeling. I’ve only got some magic.”

I keep walking in a silence, and turn to see my father walking back, disappearing into the thick woods. That’s pretty much what every meeting with him is like. I work my way back down the small street, and into my house. “And where have you been, Fanty?” I let out a sigh, as I look into our small dining room, seeing mother sitting there. “I went out for a walk.” I mumble, as I step into the dining room. “Oh, Fantasm, you know how dangerous it is out there. . “ I put my hoof up, silencing her lecture. “Mother. I know you care for me. I love that you do that, and I love you. But, the night is far less dangerous than the day, for me. You know how they all act.”

This is the only thing that I dislike about mother, she always treats me like a little foal, even though I’m almost an adult. She lets out a long sigh, taking a sip from a small cup of coffee. “I know. . I know. . It’s just that. . I don’t want to lose you. . Not like.” I see the tears well up in her eyes, as she starts thinking about father. I wish I could hug her, and tell her she won’t lose me. That I’ll always be here for her. But, we both know that isn’t true. That I will have to leave one day.

And, as I hear the breaking of glass, coming from the living room, I realize that one day, might be sooner than expected.