Path Of Flesh And Blood.

Against the addictive taste of this Alicorn's blood, I drew my fangs away from purple one's throat after moment of hesitation. It wouldn't be any good if i drank her dry like my usual victims, because keeping her alive would replenish her blood, which in turn would turn me even stronger. Sure, 20 years of draining ponies of their inner magic and blood had gathered quite a amount of power, but with 4 Alicorns, Elements of Harmony and Celestia's new pet, Discord, it wouldn't hurt to gain even more....just to be sure.

As I moved my head away from purple one's throat, I could hear her say something weakly. I ignored whatever she was saying as I drew to my full length and backed away, frowning as I looked at her. She looked like she hadn't drank in days, her skin dry and wounds no longer bleeding. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I turned my head to look around the cave for the bandages.

While the cave was big, it was still smaller than the library the purple one owned. most of the floor was covered in water, leaving only a small place to have fireplace, tools and other equipment I managed to gather while near the town. Luckily the fireplace was below a small hole, which guided the smoke outside so that I wouldn't suffocate on the cave.

The cave (and the narrow tunnel leading outside) was mostly dark, with light coming from the fireplace and the hole which guided the smoke out. It was....Comforting place to live, unlike the other places she had previously tried to settle her temporal home. Who knows, she might even purpose it into her permanent home, as soon as she had her revenge against the white one, who these ponies called Celestia.

Well, only the time would tell if I was welcomed to live in this cave after her death, but right now, almost no one knew where it was. As I spotted the bandages next to the raven feather cloak, I moved towards them as I reached and took them, before turning back around to purple one moving back to her, stopping in front of her as she was breathing weakly.

She weakly raised her head to look at me and muttered something, but I didn't listen as I bandaged the wounds I had made in her, seeing her just whimper in pain as I roughly handled her, ignoring the fact that she was hurt. It was slow, but after an hour i had finished bandaging the wounds as I backed away and looked at her.

Most of her fur was hidden under bandages, but the wounds were now taken care, so I shouldn't bother with her right now. Turning around, I moved back to the young drake as I placed the bandages to the side and looked at his wounds. While his eye was still bleeding, he was still alive and apparently held no other wounds (or the ones that bled anyway). A smile came to my lips as I took a needle and the fishing line that the friendly yellow pony had given me.

Of course I had to heat up the needle before I could start closing the opened chest, so I moved skin and muscle back to their position as I took the claw tool I made for myself (to mimic the claw of manticore) As I made the wounds around his body to make it look like manticore had attacked him. The wounds that had been opened by the scalpel were widened, removing any evidence of them being opened with tools. The eye was harder part, but with quick wounds, it was replaced from surgical wound to claw wound.

I smiled as i finished faking the manticore attack and started heating the needle, watching with interest as tip started to heat up. After a moment of heating it, I quickly tied the fishing line to the needle and started sloppily to close the opened chest, as if it was done in hurry. I could see the drake whimper in pain, since the paralyzing medicine I had given him was slowly starting to wear off.

As I finished closing the wound, I put cut the fishing line as I put the needle away. As the drake moved his head to look at me in fear, I took hold of his head with my hands as i made sure he kept the eye contact with me, forcing my magic and will into his mind as I erased and reshaped the memories he had, making his memories false.

The real memories would end with purple one and drake walking through the Everfree Forest, trying to find my home so that purple one could ask me a few questions. The false memories replaced my ambush with the pack of Timberwolves attacking them, separating them as the purple one carelessly used magic to teleport away in flash of light, not realizing she had left drake behind. The drake would run through the woods before finally managing to escape his hunters, wandering aimlessly down the woods until he was ambushed by a manticore.

Of course, he would have false memories of me saving him by petrifying the manticore before he blacked out. As I released the drake from my control, his mind blacked out from the stress as I backed a small kit of tools in my pack. The fishing line, hook and rod were placed in chaotic way to the pack, as was the small knife and the matches to make a fire. With smile on my lips, I closed the pack as I placed it on my waist, hanging it from the belt as I took my cloak and put it on, before releasing the young drake from his bindings as I took him into my arms.

With smile, I turned towards the exit as I heard the purple one trying to yell something, but failing because of her weakened body. I once again ignored her as I moved through the narrow tunnel leading outside, smiling as I took a look at the sky. It was almost a night, so it shouldn't bother me much. Crossing the small lake that was between me and the shore (my cave entrance was on the side of the cliff, deep inside Everfree Forest) as I headed the general direction of Ponyville.

I couldn't just kill the drake and purple one, because then the ponies would know it was me. So, making myself look like a savior of the drake would make the ponies accept me in the town.

After all, I still needed a sword to kill the white one, Celestia........

It has been few hours since I found myself back in the land of the living, but currently it didn't matter as I searched my old home for any signs of others surviving the massacre. From the movement of the stars and the fact that the trees are quite older than the last time I saw them, it was clear that a long time had passed since my....slumber and reawakening. How long exactly? i'm not sure, but at least few centuries.

As I searched the ruins around me, i felt my chest tighten as the fear and sorrow surrounded my mind as I started searching for any clues more and more desperately. Out of 111 survivors of initial massacre of our ancient homeland, 106 was counted for so far. As I reached the egg chamber, the sad sight stood in front of me. The room was circular in design, with small but deep pool in the middle, which served as bathing station of little ones.

Broken pieces of dozens of eggs laid on the floor, most decomposed while some surprisingly fresh looking, even though they were centuries old. I could feel my heart break as the tiny skeletons of little ones littered the floor, their bodies having been ripped apart even before they hatched from their eggs. In the front, near the door, remains of the four remaining gorgons were laying on the floor, their decomposing skeletons only remains of their heroic, but meaningless sacrifice to protect the little ones.

As I moved towards the pool, I could feel the hot tears move fall from my eyes as I stopped in front of the small pool and looked into the depths. I could see mostly the darkness of the bottom, but I could feel the hope in my chest as I saw two white eggs in the bottom. Unfortunately that hope was crushed when I noticed that the lower half of said eggs were in pieces and two, almost unnoticeable small skeletons beneath them, half buried in the mud bottom of the pool.

I do not how long I was curled up around my self, laying on the floor as my body shook with sadness as tears fell from my eyes as I sobbed there for hours, before falling asleep because of mental exhaustion. What I do remember however was making a proper burial for all of those dead long ago the next morning, taking my time to properly recollect the shattered remains as I put them all in their own graves, leaving them unmarked so no one would try to loot them.

I can still remember when I had set our former home aflame, in both traditional thing and to burn all that anyone could try to loot in their greed, that I made a promise, binding myself with my own blood that as long as I lived, I would avenge those who had fallen and kill the white one, or die trying. Failure was not an option.

And where else to begin my revenge than the small pony settlement that happened to be nearby?

I could feel the smile on my face as I looked around me, the small town near my old home ablaze as I held the freshly drained body of mare in my hands, my lips still tainted with her blood as I hungrily looked around me. The buildings were burning with great heat as the streets were filled with dried bodies and shattered remains of petrified ponies. I could hear the screaming from the buildings and far away as some of the ponies were trapped inside, fated to burn alive in their homes.

These ponies were the descendants of those who had tried to slaughter my race, before they had been forced to summon the white one to do their dirty work. It was clear that their legends and myths knew what I was, since the moment I decided to attack (the next night after burying my fallen sisters and brothers, after scouting the town during the day from afar) I could hear the ponies scream 'Gorgon's are attacking' .

Ignoring the ones in burning buildings, I moved through the town as I hunted those who had managed to escape my initial attack. I knew that if other towns would hear about me, they would gather their precious ponies to hunt me down. It left me with the only option to ensure I survived until I was ready to kill the white one.

Leave no survivors.

With quick motion, I took hold of the pony that happened to be trapped beneath a fallen rubble of burning building as I held her in the air. The filly in question was looking at me terrified as I sadistically showed her my fangs, my tongue licking the blood from my lips as she tried to escape my grasp. These ponies had grown weak in their time of peace, but after a fight with militia, it was clear that even a half-decent training would cause trouble unless I gained more power.

Luckily however, the ponies held the answer within them as their blood and bodies were filled with magic. I had already drained several unicorns dry before I used the magic gained to set the town ablaze, enjoying the screams of panic and pain as the ponies either died by my hands or the flames of their own homes.

The filly tried to hit my face with her hands, while kicking the air with her hooves uselessly as I checked her. She looked fairly similar to humans (I only met them once, though I was still a child back them. There was something about dimensional displacement and them returning to home, but I'm not sure about that anymore. Not that it matters anyway) , only with fur covering around her body and equine looking face.

Her coat was pure white, with her mane and tail blue and small circled heart on her flank. She was a young earth pony, barely reaching into her adulthood as she was still smaller than most of the adults I already killed. True, all of the ponies were smaller than me when I was in full length (even the cursed white one), but it was still a shame to see such young creature to waste away.

Her screams were delicious as I sank my fangs into her neck, small amount of paralyzing poison leaving my fangs and filling her bloodstream to keep her body from resisting my desire too much. She tried to weakly get me off her, but her blows to my face felt no more than a small tickle thanks to my new strength and her weakness.

It was fun to hunt down the rest of the ponies in that small town. I believe I heard that the royal guard investigated it, but found no survivors of clues of what happened, other than the dried and burned bodies. It was later marked as bandit attack.

It was good that one of the ponies had been carrying a small map with them while fleeing, since it showed all the nearby towns and cities. So much ponies, with so much time in my hands to clean them all. Of course, I didn't want to attract too much attention by starting another massacre, so picking the ponies one by one as they left the towns and cities to go elsewhere was more than enough to satisfy my hunger.

I could remember the months go by as the winter came and went, with more and more ponies joining the dead at my hands. After 4 years of hunting those leaving towns and cities, it became clear that the royal guard was sweeping through the forests and surrounding lands for the cause of these death. So, it was time to move away.

Now, if only I could book a boat for the land marked Equestria.......