Tears Of A Beggar

As far as anypony was concerned, the night was a perfectly normal night. One of Luna's blessings, a gift to the world brought daily from the princess herself. The stars gleamed their beautiful shimmer that had guided so many ponies to follow their own paths, their own dreams. But tonight, tonight was a nightmare for one young colt, one young soul whose only wish was to feel the warmth and love of a family. Tonight was the night Viv would remember forever as the nightmare, the day of torment that had nearly driven the poor colt insane. This was the night he had not only lost his father, but the night he had lost himself.

The wisps of air collided with Viv's soft features as he soar through the airs of Canterlot, sending slight chills down his face, still damp from the tears he'd shed no too long ago. As long as Viv had survived in the streets, he had only once been truly alone, once had he felt the pangs of loss, but now, now he felt those ripe emotions as if they'd never left his weakened soul in the first place. His wings flapped in short bursts as he perched the sign of an old clothing shop. Burying his face into his hooves, he let out a deep sigh, the night air leaving his tiny lungs in a large motion. Was this really the end, he thought now, was this really the end? He'd always loved philosophizing issues, looking at situations from every perspective. Even at his age he held maturity, unlike most colts, he was forced to grow old young. This never bothered him, what pony didn't want to mature early, gain the dominance they so righteously desired? But as of now, his genius fought against him, his own gift had become a burden, a blessing becoming a curse. He thought on ways he could have spent more time with Pic, been there for him more, maybe even get the infection cured. His thoughts beat him, they grasped his neck and twisted, filling his head with horrible visions of what could have been, but would be never more. A last note to his sorrow, was the fact he held Pic's dusty old hat between his hooves. The keepsake was all that was left of his father, the man who had taken him in, given him a life, given him a meaning. He shut his eyes, almost as if to guard himself from the horrid thoughts that blinded him. He stayed there, minutes passing as he simply resisted to think, resisted to let in. But one sudden thought passed through his head, making his eyes open with a snap. Slender, slender didn't know what had happened. He was probably worried in all meaning of the word, sitting on his pile, looking off towards the night sky in hopes that Viv would return safely, returning with Pic...

No more thinking like this, no more sorrow, no more anger, no more frustration. He was going to make himself a shield, a living, breathing shield. He would block out the pain, the miserable pain of being alone. He lifted his small body and spread his wings, his eyes set to the beautiful full moon. He'd always heard stories of Luna, the night princess of Equestria, the guardian of darkness. It had fascinated him how she had turned against her sister, defying the very essence of light herself for what she believed in. Now, Viv would defy the very essence of pony kind, leaving his trust and friendship behind. Now, Viv headed to what nightmare awaited him...