Uninhertience

A little foal stood on a foggy, poor lit street , muttering to himself. He appeared to be waiting for somepony, as he kept making furtive glances behind him. He looked to be young, and malnourished. His bones stuck through his bright red coat, and he had a horribly bright orange vest on. His mane and tail were the color of blood, and styled in a shaggy short style, his mane semi-covered his coal black eyes. Strangely enough a cutie mark had not appeared on his hindquarters yet.

Suddenly,a loud, deep voice came from somewhere above the little foal. He looked straight up at gray box, hanging on a light post. From the box came this message: "Curfew is in two minutes. Curfew is at 8:00 pm every night. If you caught outside of your house after curfew, you will be severely punished. That is all." The voice cut out as swiftly as it had begun.

The little foal continued to look around, and his eyes settled on a poster affixed to a gray trashcan next to the lamppost. The poster was of a pitch black alicorn, with wings the same color as his body, and blood red pupils and galactic eyes, that resembled the night sky. The alicorn had a mane and tail that the color of which represented the darkness of the black holes, his mane was pulled up into a samurai knot, with wisps of bangs flowing on each side. He appeared to be well fed, and his cutie mark was also missing. The poster was of this monstrosity of a stallion staring at you, with extreme purpose. It was as if he could stare through your very soul. Suddenly the little foal, turned to his left. A sound of hooves on the pavement was approaching him. He did not appear to be worried, or in the very least frightened. He appeared to be calm.

Which given the circumstances was a bit odd. A stallion stepped out of the fog, he had a dark gray coat, with a red and white mane and tail, both of which were kept short and tidy. He had startling sea green eyes, and he also looked malnourished underneath bright orange vest that he too wore. His cutie mark was that of a old fashioned grandfather clock. He walked up to the little foal and embraced him. "Hello son. The time has come, just like the time came for your dear mother and sister", he took a breath, "There is not much time for words. I must say this before they appear," the sound of a car engine in the background cuts off the father once more. The father opened his mouth once more but it was already too late. A white van pulled up behind the two ponies. As the doors swung open, a single tear escaped from one of the father's sea green eyes. Two pitch black guards , both buff and menacing, with eerie glowing green eyes(all of the guards look the same) jumped out of the van. They grabbed the father without one single word.

Then they threw him in the van, looked at the little foal, and said in unison " Get inside, Nathan Locke," and with that they drove away into the night. The little foal stood cowering on the street in fear, and suddenly he remembered the day his mother and sister were taken away.

" It was a cold winter's day, his mother, sister, and himself were going to the market to try to find something to eat. His mother was a strikingly beautiful pony, with a light orange coat, a blond mane, and tail which were both pulled back into pony tails. She wore a beige cowboy hat on top of her mane, and her beautiful forest green eyes held some spark of happiness. His little sister was just as beautiful, with a purple gray coat, a gray mane and tail, the mane being cut into a bob, which hid just one of her beautiful green gray eyes. He was lagging a bit behind the two, because he ate less to make sure they could eat. He had been kicking rocks down the road, when suddenly a white van pulled up. Two guards jumped out and started catcalling the mother, the little sister tried standing up to them, but the lifted her like a rag doll, and threw her into the van. Then they hoisted the mother, with one guard grabbing her ass a little too long, and threw her into the van. Then the van drove away. Unbeknownst to them, the little foal watched this all."
As Nathan remembered all of this, no tears escaped his eyes, instead a anger started to rise from deep within him.