Tears Of A Beggar

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When Viv finally awoke from his sleep, the Canterlot sky had

turned to black. The streets were empty and he was alone. He'd

cryed himself to sleep, the tears staining the box he had found

in the alley. He didn't know much of what had happened. All he

could remember was his mother leading him through the city,

looking through the stands for groceries. Where were they? Could

they have left him? Viv's tears began to drip again, he couldn't

control it. This was the first time he'd been away from his Mum,

he'd always kept close to her, no matter what. She was his

guardian, and now, he was alone. His stomach rumbled, "What Mr.

Tummy," He let out. He hadn't eaten in hours, and felt starved.

Not wanting to leave the shelter of the alley, but desperate for

food, he poked his head into the street. It was abandoned mostly,

its only occupants were a few royal guards. That's it! Theguards,

they would help him find his mummy! He ran, no, sprinted to them,

his heart leaping with joy. Everything would be alright, they

would take him to to his house, and his parents would cry and hug

him to sleep, they would feed and bath him too! "Mister," Viv

mumbled. He was extemely shy, always had been. Ever since he was

a young colt, his mum always told him to watch himself around

strangeponys. "Mister guard," He asked once more, but to his

dismay, the guards remained stoic. Their eyes were plastered to

the opposite wall, their heads held high. "Can you help me

pwease, im lost, I dont know where my mummy is," "Scram kid," The

guard kept his stance, not even bothering to pay attention to the

helpless colt. "But mister, I ca-" He was cut off with the guards

heavy voice. "Return to your home at once, that is an order,"

What did he mean, why wasn't he helping him? "But it's dawk, and

I don't know we-" The guard grabbed Viv from his standpoint,

dragging him back into the alley. "Put me down, put me do-" He

was suddenly cut off, as the guard threw Viv into one of the

dumpsters. "You will remain here until your mother or father

comes to recover you." Viv was balling now. He'd hit his head

when the guard threw him into the dumpster, is that what he

thought of him, just another peice of trash to throw around?

After swiping his hooves together, he trotted carlessly out of

the alley, not even bothering to look back. Viv gazed out unto

the street, he had no tears left to be shed. He rest his aching

head onto a old rag, wondering if this was all a nightmare,

hoping he would wake up in his mummys arms, finally exhausted, he

fell asleep.