An Unexpected Hero

I was a unique Earth pony,  but being unique sometimes can drive the closest people away.  My name is GreyBlood, but everypony calls me Grey, and I can control blood, hence the name.  I always wanted to deny my gift, but you can't run from your fate forever I guess.  At the age of 6, I hid my powers from my friends, I didn't want to hurt them.  But one psycho and no other clear choice, I couldn't hide from it any longer. Blood came out of me, and it made a sword, and I somehow became a master a murder.  Making sure there was nothing but tiny pieces of the psycho, I realized murder was fun to me, and let out the most psychotic laugh it caused one of my friends to cry.  I noticed this and dropped the sword, which evaporated into a bloody mist which absorbed back into my body.  I didn't know what to do, so I ran.  I ran far, far away.  I didn't want to be noticed as a monster to my own friends and I didn't know what to do.

I'm now 16, and everypony knows my history.  Walking down the street of Manehattan, getting dirty looks from every scared eye that dared looked my way.  "Get outta here freak!" I hear shouted behind me as i get hit in the back of the head with a medium sized rock.  I turn to see 3 young punks who then instant I turn start running away. I sigh as I lift my hood to hide my face as I attempt to get in and out of this place as possible. I truly dislike being in towns like this. The only reason I'm here is because I got a message days ago about someone who wanted to see me in Manehattan, and i would be payed a lot to go and just talk to him, so I accepted.  I still have no idea who I'm meeting or why, but i don't care as long as i get payed.

  I finally reach my destination, an old house on the brink of collapsing.  "Why did it have to be here?" I ask myself as I step forward to enter the building.  Inside was an old pony dressed in a full-body black robe so I couldn't see his face.

"Are you the demon the call GreyBlood?" he asked with a firm but aggressive tone. I was sort of agitated at the whole demon thing, but I let it slide.

"depends." I answered.  The old pony turned and tossed a medium sized backpack at me.

"I was the one who sent the message, I need you to take this package 25 miles north of Canterlot.  There will be a small deserted village there, and you must toss the package in the old well."  The old man said,  "Any questions?" he says.  I hesitated for a second before asking a few things.

"Yeah.  One, whats in the bag?  Two, Is that all I gotta do and i get payed?"  The old man looked at me suspiciously,

"What is in the package is of no importance, just know that it must be disposed of, and yes... here is the money, all you must to is dispose of the package."  As he said this he handed me a small bag with at least 10,000,00 bits.  "You will get the rest when you dispose of the package."  he said before casting me off on my quest.