My biological father abandonded me before I was born. When my mother first had me she was always with me, that was before she met my stepfather. When she married him she almost forgot about me. I was only one then. Now I'm five years old, well six tomorrow. My stepfather calls me to his study, even though I know that this will go as bad or even worse than all of the other times he has called me into the room. I still hope that he will tell me something nice ;that he'll tell me he's sorry for everything he has done the last five years. Before I knock on the door I look in the mirror right outside of his office. My coat is a light brown, my mane a darker brown and is in a bun with a braid running through it, my tail being the same color is just brushed out. I knock on the door and my stepfather yells at me to come in.
"So you turn six tomorrow?" He says.
"Yessir" I reply quickly to not strain his patience.
"Then its time I get rid of you, I will start looking for a private School that will shape you into something that noone in this town has ever seen before. And to bad they will never be able to see it, because you will never return here. Is this understood?"
"Y-yes father."

I go outside and head to the stallions swordplay arena. "Hey girls look its wanna-be stallion; Sica. Going to find your FILLYFRIEND, Sica!"
Snort snort goes the local popular girls. I reach the arena, and sit in my spot. There's a new stallion today. He see's me and asks who I am.
"She ain't important man, she's kinda creepy. She just sits there and watches." One of the boys says
"And you never invited her or taught her how to use a weapon? How rude are you boys?" All of them look down sheepishly.
The new stallion comes over and says " What's your name, my little pony?"
Up close he's huge compared to me. "Uhhh... my name is Sica." I barely stutter out the words.
"Ah a latin name. Your name means dagger little one. So let's see if you can handle a dagger. Use your magic and pick up the dirk then throw it at that target."
I concentrate really hard to simply pick up the dagger. I look at the target and throw the dagger. It twirls through the air gracefully. Then it thumps into the center of the target. Everyone gasps and one guy almost trips over himself. The new stallion comes up to me and says; "Look at that, I have never met a mare, let alone one so young throw a dagger so gracefully. Look at you flank little one." I looked and found two daggers crossed in front of a heart. From that moment on my life was changed so much that I would almost forget the five years before the moment that I threw that dagger.

Author's Note

I want to say Thanks to Winter who drew Sica in the first place. And my friend Mrbiohazard92 who told me to write Sica's story. And who is also helping me write another story after I finish Sica's. Also thank you Lightosphere for editing and revising my story.