Hunted by Fate

When I was thirteen… I earned my cutie mark. It was raining, the moon’s loving light shined through the hole in my roof, the smell of cider woke me from the void and the headmaster was standing at the edge of the bed the whip grasped in his magical aura.

“Demons don’t sleep” he slurred as I was ripped out of my bed and thrown into a mirror, shards of the mirror barely missed me but the cold air stung at the gash under my right eye as he trotted closer whip prepared to strike but before it did the world began to stop, the darkness faded and everything the moonlight touched became brighter. I could see that a cross beam was on the verge of falling and for my first flight I crashed into the rotten wood, the force was just enough for the wood to fall onto the headmaster’s spine resulting in a sickening CRACK!! and as I landed… I used the last ounce of strength to snap his horn off.

The world returned to its normal speed as he let out a guttural shriek, I used my wings to grasp his horn and touch it to his throat all he did was look at me, his emerald eyes glared at me waiting to show my true self . “Do it!” he gargled, I simply stared him, hellfire burned through my veins and every memory flashed into my head but I simply looked past them calculating each choice and each possible outcome. When I finally decided I threw the horn into the chamber pot and began to walk towards the damaged roof, as I prepared my wings a bright flash emanated around the room… I looked at the headmaster (who still seemed to be awake) and his mouth was agape his eyes full of fear and disgust.

“Do you see Paradise yet?” I snorted.

He didn’t answer but stuttered “C-c-cc-cu ma-ma-mar”

I looked at my right flank and saw an orange serpentine eye with three black tentacles on each side of it, I looked back at him and chuckled “Let me guess, demons don’t have cutie marks?” And with those final words I flew off.