Hunted by Fate

Screaming... is the first thing I hear, the crackling of fire and the smell of burning fur. I never asked to be born, I never asked for my mother to be burned alive by close minded zealots in the depths of the Everfree forest as a foal only to be recovered and raised in an orphanage whose headmaster would spend every waking moment whipping me for no apparent reason other than having eyes that were different from a 'normal pony’s'. Every time I tried to hide from the headmaster I would always think of the Elements of Harmony… Honesty, Loyalty, Kindness, Laughter, Generosity, and Magic, these elements always did play a role in my life.

The 'honesty' from the Headmaster that I would be whipped until whatever darkness resided in me was replaced with whatever bright light he pulled from out of his rotten mind, the 'loyalty' of the villagers to their old gods as they burned my mother alive, the 'generosity' of the orphanage for giving me my own room whose roof had collapsed years before I arrived leaving me to freeze when the winters arrived, the cold obnoxious 'laughter' of the other orphans as I was whipped each day only to heal for a few weeks just to be whipped again and when barren couples tried to adopt they would emit a venomous giggle at the snow white Pegasus who would be swallowed up by the crowd of fillies and colts, the 'kindness' from my mother as she left me for dead and refusing to tell the village elders where I was if it meant saving herself, and the 'magic' of knowing that there is no harmony… there is only pain, there is only betrayal, and there is only death.