The Elements of Chaos

"No Rayven! You cut around it!! You messed up the cutie mark!!" Pinkamena said, pouting.

"I'm sorry, Mommy....I don't think I'm cut out for this...." Rayven, being only a filly, threw the

knife on the table, disappointed. Pinkamena knew she was probably right. She had to teach

Rayven how to properly cut a cutie mark. This was Rayvens third victim, and she still couldn't

get the hang of it.

But Pinkamena knew she could do it. She just needed a little more time. "Don't worry, Rayven....you'll get

the hang of it...here." Pinkamena grabbed the knife and gave it to Rayven. "Try again with the other side."

  Rayven trotted to the other side, knife levitating in front of her. She focused hard, putting the tip of the knife

  on the three diamond cutie mark. As slowly as she could, she made a circular motion around the cutie mark,

and ripped it off when done. She held it up with her magic. "Look, Mommy!! I didn't get it dirty!!" Rayven said

triumphantly.

"Great job, Rayven!! You did it!!" Pinkamena said, raising her voice at the scream of the white, unicorn.

  A gleam of satisfaction showed up in Rayvens eyes. Pinkamena was proud of her. First achievement.

Next was to play a victim by herself. But for now, cutting cutie marks and taking out the bladder was

enough. After they finished the white unicorn together, they cleaned up, taking turns emptying the blood.

"Alright. Let me put these in the oven." Pinkamena said, walking out the cellar door.

                                                   ~Rayvens Perspective~

I actually got it!! I can't believe it!! Rayven thought to herself, washing her hooves from the blood.

She had finnally done it. She successfully cut the cutie mark without getting it bloody. Tonight, her mother

agreed to take her to the park as celebration. She pouted at the ugly site of their own playground. All it had was

a tire swing, and a ramp to be used as a slide. But that's all that they could use. They couldn't get close to the better

playground in Ponyville, or else the 'white Flyers' would catch them. But from time to time, she would see a white stallion

watching from the playground.

Every time she tried to say hi, it would run away. Same went with her aunt, CreepyBloom. Everytime she said

hi to her, she would simply turn away, or go to another room. Rayven felt like she didn't belong. Not only because she

  was adopted, but because she felt like she wasn't worth it. She would show them somehow. She vowed to herself.

I'll make a cupcake of every pony in Equestria! Even the princesses themselves!!