Tears Of A Beggar

by FearlessJinyx

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Sad
Length: 6940

Abandoned as a foal, Viv grows himself in a world that looks down upon him...

After being abandoned by his parents, Viv is stranded in the streets of Canterlot. His only hope is to try and learn the ways of the alleys, but will he be prepared for his greatest challenge…

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-10 06:36:25 UTC

Chapter 2

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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.

Chapter 3

After nearly a day alone, Viv awoke in his makeshift bed. The smell of garbage was overpowering, a horrid stench that burned his nose. The dumpster was almost completely dark, only a single ray of light portruded from a crack on the lid. Rubbing his sore head, he began to recall the events that led him to his dire situation. How could that guard have been so mean? The mere thought, a royal guard, sworn to protect the ponys of Equestria, tossing him into a dumpster like trash? Viv sat there, lost in doubt, he promised himself that would be the last time he'd ask a guard for help. A sudden rumble from his stomach snapped him out of his trance, he was starving. He began to rumage through the garbage, but in the darkness, he was completely blind. Pushing his hooves against the can, he attempted to lift the lid off, but his hunger mixed with the size of the lid was a no-go. Not giving up, he gave it everything he had. his back hooves began to slide on the garbage, but Viv wouldn't stop. He would eat, and he would survive. Still trying to push the lid off, a sudden wave of light hit Vivs eyes. He fell backward from the redirection of energy. Raising a hoof to his eyes, Viv heard a low raspy voice break the silence "Hey Kid, you alright?" Slightly opening his eyes, Viv saw the tall figure before him. The stallion had a dark blue coat, with a black mane. His eyes were grey, bloodshot almost. It made him look, old. "What are ya doin here kid? It aint safe in these alleys here," Raising a hoof, he offered to pull Viv from the can. Suspicious of the new face, Viv eyed his hoof. Could he trust this pony? Would he just hurt him like the guard. Vivs eyes trailed to the Stallions face. The older looking pony gave him a soft smile, the wrinkles underneath his eyes deepening. "Its okay, I aint gonna hurtchya. My names picker, nice ta meet ya, What's your name little fella?" Staring into his eyes, Viv gained confidence. The pony looked friendly, and something in his voice calmed his worrys, "Viv..." He let out in a shy voice. Grabbing onto Pickers hoof, Viv was slowly lifted from the dumpster and set down onto the pavement. "What were ya doin in there?" Picker rasped out, coughing as he talked. He didn't look too healthy from the looks of it. "Mummy left me here..." Viv grew nervous talking to the stranger. Even though he seemed kind at heart, Viv was always taught to keep safe from strangeponys. "She just leftchya?" He sounded surprised, his eyes widening into a worried stare, "Here kid, lemme take you back to her," Turning about to leave the alley, Picker took a few steps before realizing Viv wasn't following. "Whats the matter?" Viv looked at the cold cement that he stood upon, "Mummy doesn't want me anymore..." Picker sat down infront of Viv, attempting to comfort the abandoned colt. "Why wouldya say sumtin like that little fella?" Viv's tears began to drip again, his stomach growling. Picker had noticed the sound of his hunger, "Come on kid, lets go get some grub," Leading Viv deeper into the alley, Picker took a slow, but steady pace. His front hooves seemed to be in strong condition, but his back leg was shaking. Viv followed feverishly, awaiting the delicious food that he imagined so brightly in his head. Fresh carrots! Or maybe some ripe apples, it would have made his mouth water if he wasn't so thirsty. When the two finally reached their stop, a bright glow from a burning trash can lit up the otherwise dark alley. There was one other pony sitting at the fire, a small framed, but otherwise tall stallion. He seemed younger than Picker, but even more dirty. He raised an eye to Viv as he saw him approach, "Hey Pick, who's the kid?" Smiling, Picker introduced the frightened colt. "This here is my little buddy, Viv, his momma left his here, and he doesn't know were he is!" A surprised face replaced Viv's nervous look. How could Picker tell he was lost, had he met his mother, or had he been in the same position as Viv was once? Another rumble from his stomach brought him to his senses, "Mister Picker, can I have some food?" Smiling, Picker gestured towards his friend to grab a tin can. "Hey little fella, call my Pick." Catching the tin can in his mouth , he placed in infront of Viv. "It aint much, but it's all we got." But Viv didn't care. He scarfed down the tinned apples in gulps. "Woah, lookie here, we got us a champion eater!" Pick said, smiling brightly to Viv. Somehow, Viv liked it here. It might have been dark, smelly, and hidden away, but it felt like Home. Something that he needed most right now. Home.

Chapter 4

After Viv had shoveled in his tinned apples, he found a content

place to sit on a garbage bag. Pick was tiddying up, and his

friend stared deeply into Viv. "Sorry kid, never gave you a name

to go with, call me Slender," Nodding down to his torso he gave

Viv a quick smile. "I've always been pretty tall, doesn't help

much when you sleep in a dumpster," Viv chuckled, he liked these

ponys, they had a sense of humor that mirrored his dads. When

Pick returned, he took a position on the opposite side of the

fire, slumping down onto an old mattress. "Viv, I know it's still

fresh, and it might hurtchya feelings, but we gotta know if we

can gettchya back to ya Mom." Viv looked up from the fire to

stare into Picks eyes. They gave him a feeling of trust, a

feeling of wisdom. He hadn't known picker for long, but he felt

like a true friend. "I woke up in a box, Mummy wrote, To a good

home on it." Pickers eyes grew wide, he threw a quick glance

towards Slender who swiftly returned it with a sad look. What was

wrong? Couldn't they just take me back to her, everything would

be alright than, right? Viv started to think of his family,

remembering each of their faces. A tear slipped down Vivs cheek,

it both confussed and startled him. He wasn't sad, quite the

opposite actually, he was happy that these nice ponys were taking

him in, and were going to help him find his mum. But something in

the back of his young mind swelled, it had been there since the

moment he'd woken up in the street. It had remained dormant, as a

long forgotten secret, whispered only to those who'd ask for it.

It was the truth, the knowing his Mum had left him, that she

never wanted to see him again. The thought, the betrayel, it

began to fill Vivs mind, his vision began to darken. Tears

dripping onto the alleys cement floor, he broke out into sobs.

Letting everything pass through him, and he needed to. If he was

going to survive, to start a new life, he'd first have to leave

his old one behind. Not to forget it, those days would inspire

him to live on, he would live to regain those days, the days that

had once filled him with more joy than anypony could ever hope

for. Still crying, Viv felt a sudden hoof on his shoulder.

Breaking the episode, he slowly turned his head to gaze upon

whoever had been standing there. Something in his head, that was

what he'd told himself from every point on from that day, but for

an instance, standing there in the alley, was Vivs father. But as

soon as he'd seen him, he was gone. And in his place was Picker,

holding Viv in a caring hoof. "It's alright Viv, were here for

ya..." At that notion, Viv lost every morsal of self control left

within his mind. He broke out in a large hug, gripping onto

Picker, as if he was about to fall away, into a black hole that

would consume him forever. Picker had responded by holding Viv,

like a father held his son...

Chapter 5

((Happy Birthday Bro, hope you have a great day!))

Three days had passed since Viv had let go of his past. Three

days since he'd been living with Picker and Slender. Now as Viv

grew more comfortable around the pair, he began to question how

they'd survived being homeless. Picker had promised to "Show him

the ropes" as soon as he could. What did he mean by show him the

ropes? What was he planning? Vivs profound curiosity grew with

his boredom. All he did, day in and day out, was sit in that

alley. He began playing with the rats, which were actually quite

tame. By the second day, he already had 3 new little friends. At

night, Viv would gaze dreamily up towards the night sky. He was

always mesmorized by the gleam of a star, or the flare of a

hurtling comet. It had made his mind wander to the endless

possibilities that stalked the far reachs of the universe. He

would have dreams of alien worlds, of new species, species

without hate, without prejudice. Viv wanted to see those places,

to discover this far off land. But for now, all he could do was

gaze off into the endless wonders, of the night sky. Finally, on

the fourth day of Vivs new life, Picker had approached with a

small box. Viv glanced towards the small object that lay before

him, "Whats this for?" Pick placed the small box before Viv,

giving him a tired smile. "This is what were going to use to

catch the bits in, Silly Filly." Viv cocked an eyebrow, still

unaware of what Picker had been planning. "Were going to be

catching bits?" Viv looked up towards the sky, "I didn't know it

could rain bits!" Picker chuckled before patting Vivs shoulder.

"No Viv, it isn't raining bits, were begging for them." Viv

stared down towards the box, begging? Why would Picker ever do

such a demeaning act? But before Viv could pose another question,

Picker began towards the street. "Try to keep up Viv, I don't

wanna loose ya in the crowd!" He called back, not slowing his

pace. Viv hesitated. What if somepony made fun of him? How could

he handle such humiliation? Closing in on the exit, Picker slowed

to a halt. Turning to face Viv, he gave a genuine smile that

calmed his worries. There was something about his smiles that

made Viv feel loved, like he mattered in someponys life. Viv gave

a smile back, and quickly made Pickers distance in no time.

Trotting close behind him now, they both entered the streets

bussling community. There was a steady flow of ponys coming from

either side of the street, all hurrying for their destinations

around town. Viv made sure to keep close to Picker, it would be a

whole new nightmare to loose him now. Trotting a few hoofsteps,

Picker stopped and sat down against a building. Gently placing

the box before him in the street. Viv looked around at the

streets occupants. Most were preceding by without a care. Viv

glanced towards a mare wearing a puffy white scarf with a purple

hat, she stared in disgust at the pair. Viv looked down at

himself, ashamed of the dirt and grime that had accumulated

around his coat. He began to walk back towards the alley, but

stopped at the sudden sound of a "Chink". Turning around, he

stared blankly towards the box, which now housed 5 bits inside.

Viv looked towards Picker, a nervous expression planted upon his

young face. Picker glanced up from his position to motion for Viv

to sit next to him. Looking about the street, Viv paced carefully

next to Picker and sat down. "Whats the matter kid? Richys

bumming you out?" Richys, that was a word Viv had never heard

before. "What's a richy?" Viv asked, a bit of childish curiosity

behind his words. Picker raised his hoof to a group of lavished

looking ponys. "The high class, they give ponys like us looks

cause they think we aint nuthin but garbage, some more trash for

the city to clean up,(Another pony tossed 3 bits into the box)

But don't let em bother ya, they're just a bunch of spoiled

whinners who don't appreciate what they got." Viv took a moment

to absorb Pickers words, it was all too true. Sitting there,

watching the crowds pass with Picker made Viv realise something,

that something was that this city was full of jerks. Ponys who

didn't care what they had, and critisized other ponys like Picker

who were just trying to survive. "I see..." Viv trailed off,

staring at the diversity of the city.

Chapter 6

It had been four months now. Four months of living as a beggar,

living with Picker and Slender in the alley. It wasn't such a

horrible lifestyle as he'd previously thought. Viv would often

find himself searching through larger dumpsters, as Picker was

older, and he wasn't good at climbing. Viv was taught to collect

the three basic necessities of scavenging. The first was food,

anything that looked relatively fresh, usually apples. The second

being clothes, pillows, beds, or blankets. It was always cold in

the alley, so anything could be used for heat. The last essential

was metal. Tin cans, bedframes, anything that could be turned in

for a few bits. Of course, Viv would search for other things,

toys, books, really anything that could entertain him. A few

weeks ago, the Canterlot library threw out about two dozen books.

Viv immediately took them back to the alley, making a total of

three trips back and forth. He'd read about one book a day, their

topics ranging from modern science and discovery to historical

tales of Equestria. He took the information in quite easily for

his age, of course, neither Slender, nor Picker had the slightest

clue what he read. Today, Viv was laying on top of an old

mattress he'd pulled from another alley with Slender. Oddly

enough, he hadn't seen Picker in a day or two. He said he'd be

gone for a while, but Viv didn't suspect that would turn into

days. Slender was toying with an old toaster he'd found, trying

to scavenge whatever he could rip from the device.  "Hey Slender,

do you know where Pick went?" Slender didn't look up from his

work. But with a slow responce his eyes narrowed, "Naw, he said

somthin about goin to an old friends house, about a check up,

here he left you a note if ya got curious." Slender pulled a

letter from underneath a pile of old clothes and tossed it to

Viv. lifting the letter with a hoof, he sat down and began

reading, "Viv if yur reeding this im goin to the docturs. ill be

back soom. luve, Picker" Reading the sentence over, Viv could

barely read his horrible handwritting. Picker was extremely

intelligent, wise, and always had something positive to say. Had

he always been homeless? Had he never learned to read or write?

Viv now  regretted never bothering to ask. That wasn't the point

though, Doctor? Viv remembered only being brought to the hospital

once when he was still a young colt. He'd remembered feeling

horribly sick, even though it was years ago. He still remembered

hating it. It was so, bright. It had wreaked of floor polisher, a

smell that had singed his nostrils. Something in Viv's head told

him this was wrong. Hospitals and Doctors were for sick ponys who

needed help, was Picker sick? "Hey Slender, did you notice how

Pick walked? And he coughed alot too," Slender looked up from his

toaster, he looked nervous "Viv, Pickers old, he's always been

stray, so he was always living in muck. He hurt his back awhile

ago, and never got much better." Viv sat upright, was his back

that bad? Before he could answer himself Slender spoke again, "I

think he's got an infection too, Viv, he ain't right, maybe you

should go check up on him," Before he could continue, Viv bolted

up and left for the ally's entrance. "I'll be back later Slender,

i'll come back with Picker!" Slender had ran beside him now,

pacing along, "You better be careful now! I don't want you

finding any trouble on the trip, so watch your back." Viv left

the ally alone, he would find Picker, no matter how long his

travel would take him.

Chapter 7

Setting off towards the hospital, Viv took in the surroundings as

if they weren't even real. It felt as if he were in a dream, a

horrible dream that haunted him to the brink of insanity. But he

knew this was real, Picker's pain was real, and if he didn't get

to him in time, he'd never wake up. He knew were the hospital was

from an old map of the city, but he also knew getting there

wouldn't be easy. The streets were crowded with ponys coming and

going from daily activitys. He'd need to fly to the hospital. For

any colt his age, this would have been a simple task, even a

delight. But for Viv, it was a challenge. He'd never gotten the

hang of flight, ever since he was a young foal he'd struggled

getting a mere foot off the ground. Now in the face of finding

Picker, he had to try no matter what experience he had before. He

walked over to the side of an empty road. He knew the basics of

flight, using wind currents to help him balance his wings.

Putting a hoof up to his mouth, he dabbed a small lick upon it to

judge the wind current. He took a few steps back, thinking to

attempt a running start, to begin soaring and take off from

there. This was for Picker, he repeated endlessly, nervous of

failing so close to his goal. A group of fancy looking ponys took

notice to him, they stood watching, examining the filthy looking

foal. Taking a deep breathe, he sprinted down the street. Lifting

his wings, he felt his hooves leave the street, he began to

glide. Yes, he thought with a triumphant smile as the wind

whipped past his face. He was doing it! He was flying, just like

he planned! But to his horror, one of his wings began to shake as

of his poor diet and lack of excercise. He suddenly dropped, the

momentum scrapping his body against the pavement for a few feet.

Peeling himself from the street, the entire underside of his body

felt as if it was torn into by sand-paper. Tears began to pour

down his cheeks. Was this what he would give, all that he would

give to help Picker? The group of ponys watching laughed with

delight at his failure. This was it, the end of his journey. He

was ashamed to give up on Picker, but the pain seared in waves

that made his goal seem useless. His motivation was gone, Picker

was gone, what more did the abandoned colt have left? As he sat,

holding his head in shame, a blonde mail pony, from seemingly out

of nowhere came cascading down the street, crashing into a cart

and sending it flying towards Viv. He heard the crash, and as a

reflex, he jumped. His entire body being lifted into the air by

the force of his jump. With a frantic flapping of his wings, he

took flight. The cart sailed past him, soaring down towards the

group of stuck up ponys who'd mocked his failure. With a shreik

they all dived out of the way as it smashed into a nearby

building. "You guys can really take flight!" Viv laughed,

astounded at his accomplishement. The sensation of flight made

him forget his goal, but only for a minute. Now, it was time to

find Picker, to retake his guardian. With a swoop, Viv set off

towards the hospital once more.

Chapter 8

As Viv flew, the sights of the city posed a beautiful backdrop

for his flight. If Picker hadn't been injured, this entire

experience would have been glorious. Learning to fly in an

instance, a near storybook turnout. But even if it was wonderful,

Pickers sorrow still existed. As long as it stayed, Viv could

feel little to no glory. He decide after getting Picker back

home, he'd tell him all about flying. In a minute or two, Viv had

arrived at the hospital. The bright lights stung his eyes as he

entered. The smell reminding him of the painful stay he'd had

years prior. The mare at the front desk didn't seem to notice his

entrance, reading a book titled "Mannequins". Viv stepped towards

the desk and took a nervous glance to a nurse glaring towards him

from across the room. "Miss, Uhm miss," The mare slowly lowered

her book, raising an eyebrow, "Hey sweety, visiting hours are

over." Viv's expression slumped into a frown, Over? How could it

end here, after all he'd gone through. "I'll have to ask you to

leave now, this isn't a place to stay." She notioned for a guard

to escort him out. This was it, Viv imagined Picker, alone, sick,

and scared. Just like him. "No!" He yelled, the guard approaching

slowly. Viv didn't plan to go lightly, he would fight for Picker

if he had to. A Stallion wearing a white coat and glasses entered

the room. "What is the meaning of thi-" He cut himself off,

gazing towards Viv. His expression was that of shock, as it

almost immedietly turned to a look of sadnes. "Viv,are you, here

to see Picker?" How did he know Viv's name? Was he the friend

Picker had mentioned in his note? "Yes, can you tale me to him?"

The doctor glanced over towards the front desk, obviously

worried. "It's fine nurse, don't sign him in as a visitor though,

I don't want to limit his stay." The doctor notioned for Viv to

follow him, and so he did. The hospital was bright, even at

night, the light from the corridors illuminated the terrace with

a washing yellow. Dispelling the darkness from every inch, it was

seen by some as a meaning of hope, but to Viv, it was an eerie

feeling. Like that between life and death, purgatory. It was the

doctors though, not gods, that would decide whom would pass, and

who would stay. The doctor led him to a room down one of the

passages, the light inside was dimmed for sleeping patients.

"Before you go in Viv, I have to warn you, Picker is very sick,"

Viv had assumed this before the doctor had even mentioned it. "I

know, is he going to get better?" The doctor looked down, Viv

could see the sadness creep from his face like a plague. "You'd

better ask him for yourself," He opened the door and crept in. It

wasn't a single room, rooms such as that were reserved for the pony's that paid for the hospital. The rows of curtains draped

over the beds, giving the occupants their needed privacy. Viv took notice to one bed whose curtains did not hide their

occupant, it was Picker. "Picker!" Viv exclaimed, running to Picker and embracing him in a large hug, which was greatly

returned. "Hey Viv, how you doin little guy?" Viv gave him a triumphent grin, "I'm not little anymore, I learned how to fly!"

Picker chuckled and then let out onto a coughing fit. "Thats great, I was worried about'chya, I didn't like leaving bu-" He was

interrupted by a cough. "Picker, what's wrong? You look pale?" Picker closed his eyes, a small smile embed across his face.

"Viv, I've gotta tell ya somthin,

there's this infection in my lungs, ya see." Viv's eyes widened,

he'd read a medical book not to long ago, and was aware of the

harm of a lung infection. "Well, you're going to be alright, your

lungs are going to heal, right?" Pickers smile never faded, it

remained an omen to his kindness. "Viv, the doctors said i'm not

gonna have long, i-i'm not gonna be along too much more little

buddy," Viv could feel the tears roll out from inside him. Why,

why it be him, of all ponys, why should it be the nicest, most

kind of them all. Quickly adding itself to Viv's mixed emotions,

was anger. Why was it always him who had to be alone? Why did he

have to suffer, why couldn't he live happily for once. Picker

noticed Viv beginning to cry, "Viv, death is as natural as life,

it can't be avoided, and I've lived a long life," Viv began to

weep, his tears staining the white sheets of Pickers bed. "I want

to tell you somethin Viv..." Pickers voice was soft now, that

scared Viv. "I always grew up on the streets, my parents didn't

want me, they tossed me out at an early age. I used to live in an

orphanage. But I hated it there, so, I ran." Viv had settled down

a bit to listen, his gasps still showing he was close to breaking

down. "I lived on the streets for a long while, I always have,

that's how I got the Dumpster as a cutie mark," He pointed a

shaking hoof towards his thigh. "I remember how hard it was, bein

a kid, all alone in a world O' filth. But I had to learn the way

things worked by myself, and you bet it took time," He gave Viv a

grin, "Then, four months ago, I found you. I remember hearing the

crys, those same crys I once gave, Viv, I never woulda wanted any

of this for you. I wanted you to live with family, grow up happy.

If I had only one wish, one single wish, it'd be to let ya live

your life," A tear ran down Pickers face, his eyes plastered on

the opposite wall of the room. "I never wanted any O' this for ya

Viv, I wanted yo-" He was suddenly interrupted, "Picker, you're

my family, you cared for me, sheltered me, taught me how to live,

don't ever regret that!" Picker smiled, a laughing in that same

weak voice. "I love ya Viv..." His voice trailed off, his eyes

closed. "Picker? PICKER?!" Viv shook his arm violently, before

stopping. He hung his head down, tears dripping. He'd lost

control again, he lost control, but standing there, next to

Picker, he'd lost a father.

Chapter 9

Tears swept through Viv's eyes as he sat, alone again beside his

fallen father. The constant overflow blurred his vision. He felt

truly alone, as if the entire world had just vanished. As if he

were victim to the empty vaccum of space. It felt like hours,

sitting, waiting. But what was he waiting for? Picker was dead,

gone, forever, there was no way of bringing him back. Yet he sat,

like an obiediant dog waiting for his master to return from

school. Could this be real, Viv wondered as he sat next to his

father, if he was even awake. This all seemed to happen so fast,

yes, it must be a nightmare. What other explanation was there?

His mind was in the midst of a civil war. Half of him wanted to

believe this was dream, the other pressing the cold hard facts

into his face. He didn't know which side to take, blissful

ignorance, or the horrible truth. His face pressed into his

hooves, he wept far more than he ever had. Even when he was

abandoned he'd managed to muster up his courage, to survive. But

now? Now there was no hope left, he was completely alone, or so

he thought. In the silence, only Viv's crying was heard, a

remaining omen to the loss of Picker. A soft patter of hooves

crept across the tile of the hospital room, but Viv in his fit

didn't notice. The hoofsteps stopped at the end of the bed,

seeming to examine the situation before advancing. Viv looked up

now from his outbursts. His eyes clouded by tears, could only see

blotches of white and brown. Viv lowered his head once more, he

little cared for what stood before him, or what it might do. The

sound of quick hoofsteps penetrated his ears, to his dismay, he

felt a hoof on his shoulder. It was in no way forceful, or

harming. In fact it felt supporting. "W-who?" Viv's eyes rose to

meet the doctor from before. Even in the dim lighting and Viv's

cloudy eyes, he could see tears running down his face as well.

"Picker..." Viv started, but was gently hushed by the doctor who

wrapped his arm around him. "I know, I know, let it all out," The

embrace took Viv by surprise. Let it all out, what did the doctor

think he was doing? "Here, come with me to my office," They began

walking, his arm still wrapped around Viv as he did. Viv

hesitantly followed, still wanting to remain at Picker's side,

but knowing it was useless to wait for a dead man to wake. They

made their way out of the patient ward and down the bright

corridor. Some nurses and patients alike stared at the two as

they proceeded to the office, but Viv didn't care. They could

stare, and laugh, and mock him all they wanted, but all he was

worried about now was were he would turn to next. As the pair

entered the office, Viv took a seat in one of the few chairs. The

doctor quickly trotted over to a fridge and pulled a glass of

water. He then popped a few ice cubes into it and placed it

infront of Viv. Even though he'd reclaimed his authority like

compsure, Viv could still see sadness in the pony's face. "Drink

up sport, you've lost a lot of liquids, and it'll cool you down,"

Viv looked from the glass to the doctor, and without a second

thought, he grabbed the glass and drank nearly a half with just a

few gulps. The water felt like droplets of gold passing through

his throat. The sweet relief overtook him, and before he could

even realize what he was doing, he'd already drank the entire

glass. Still holding the glass in his hoof, he looked up towards

the doctor, who was drinking something else, but his drink was a

darkish brown. "Doctor, w-why didn't you help him?" Surprised by

his own words, Viv stared, his mouth open by an inch or two, as

if he were just insulted. The doctor stopped drinking to gaze at

Viv, his eyes were a light grey that gave him an intellectual

look. "I'm sorry, Viv, the infection in his lungs was too

advanced, there was no way to tre-", "Don't you lie to me! I know

that he could've been treated!" The sudden outburst from Viv was

one of the horrible truths he'd hidden from himself. "I read all

about infections, there was a cure, a treatment, and you let him

die!" At this point, Viv was lost in anger, hate, and self pity.

He threw the glass directly at the doctor, it missed and hit the

wall behind him, shattering to send peices of glass everywhere.

"Viv, I know that you're in pain right now, but you have to

believe me! There was no way to save him in time!" Viv got up

from his chair with a force that sent it falling over. "You liar!

You're all liars!" Viv spun around towards the door, slamming it

open he began sprinting down the corridor. He didn't care

anymore, none of the struggle was worth it to him. He entered the

entrance area to a surprised group of nurses. Running past

without a care, Viv flew out into the early morning darkness.

Chapter 10

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...

Chapter 1

"Overcoming a childhood depraived of family, food, or friendship,

leaves a child with his wit, will, and Hunger," -Unknown

Hello everyone, this story is meant to be depicted as the writing

of a youth, all spelling errors are intentional, enjoy, ~ Jinyx

Day Number 1

A young foal awoke from his unrestful slumber to the sound of the

city. His entire body sore, streching his wings, he felt around

for his surroundings. "Were am I, Mom, dad?" He called out,

feeling around this small world. He placed his hoove on the top

of whatever he was in, with a small nudge a thin ray of light

filled his empty field of view. The bright light made him squint,

he was not adjusted to the bright enviorment yet. Once again he

called out for his parents "Mommy, Daddy? Were are you?" Lifting

the top of the container fully, his eyes lit up with the busy

streets of Canterlot. He looked around, frightened of the bustle

that flew past him. Street vendors and news ponys called out for

the peoples attention, food-stands sold carrots, cider, and every

other street side delicacy. Now he was in full panick mode, he

tumbled out of the box, wing flapping vigorously, even though

he'd never flew before, he frantically scanned the street for his

parents. Now yelling in his high pitched voice, he called out in

terror "MOMMY, WHERE ARE YOU?" He stumbled to the street, his

eyes twisting and searching for just the smallest sign of home.

He caught glimpse of the box he was in, a dirty old cardcoard

box, written on the side was his mothers handwritting, "To a good

home," It read. His heart raced, it raced faster than any

wonderbolt ever could. "HELLO, DADDY, WHERE ARE YOU?" He began

crying, his tears falling to the cobblestone street below him. A

low flying pegesus caught him in the stomach with her hoof, "Hey!

Watch it kid!" She angrily yelled, not even stopping for the now

petrified foal. He caught sight of an alley, taking his first

steps, he ran towards the safety of the narrow passage. Darting

in between low flying pagasai, he managed his way through the

croud and into the shadowy confinement of the alley. "Mommy..."

Tears rippled from his red face, his crys echoed from the walls.

He felt a rattling from his neck, looking down, a chain was

dangling. He lifted it with his hoof, turning the plate attached

around to read the description. "Viv.." His lips let out. A word

he had never heard before. A word that reminded him of home.

"Where am I..." He let out, crying into his hooves, alone in the

dark alley.