The Demonic Amnesiac

Only 12 hours had passed since their house was attacked and their parents killed, but Rampage and Squidlie thought it felt like years. Rampage and his brother had been wandering around the woods, looking for a way out. After 12 hours of wandering with no rest, water, or food, the colts collapsed. Rampage’s vision was fuzzy, but he thought he could see water, and was that…no, it couldn’t be. He brushed the thought aside and wandered to the fountain he saw, unknowingly exiting the forest and going into a dark field.

He exited the forest into a field, and stumbled towards the fountain. Squidlie saw his brother…could it be called trotting? No, more like tripping mixed with stumbling, and he got up and slowly traversed the suddenly wavy ground, following his brother as best he could.

Rampage made his way to the fountain, completely unaware that there were buildings around. He plunged his head into the fountain, his thirst deprived brain taking over. It felt good; and he drank until he felt like the sheer pressure was going to make his stomach explode.

He smelled something truly tantalizing, he turned around to see a house that looked more like a dessert than a house. He was unwittingly leaving his brother behind; without even knowing it as he walked towards the door.

He again stumbled towards the door, famished. He could eat a horse-quite literally. Anything he could get his hooves on.

“I need to eat something, anything, ANYTHING” Rampage thought,

fumbling with the handle on the door.

He mind was hazy, corrupted with the thoughts of food. He stumbled into a room and felt around for a light switch. He hit it, and covered his eyes to the light. When he managed to open his eyes, he was met with a wonderful sight. Cupcakes lined the shelves in a glass container, displayed to be sold to ponies.

Rampage didn’t have any money, and sure as hell wasn’t going to ask to eat these. He walked right to the display case and raised his hoof.

‘Food….Food….food…’ he thought, bringing his hoof down upon the glass container. The shatter that followed was ten times louder than Rampage had expected, and it broke him out of his craving. He looked around, scared.

He heard hooves coming down the stairs, and he lunged for the light switch. The room was flooded in darkness once again.

“Is anypony there?” A bubbly voice called out.

Rampage kept his mouth shut. This pony could be an enemy; he WAS in an unknown town, after all. The lights came on and he was staring at a bright pink pony. He was smaller than she; he was just a colt, after all.

“Who are you? Are you a new pony?” She said, bouncing up and down.

Rampage was dumbfounded. This mare had just found a random colt in her store, and she was trying to get to know him?

“Where am I?” Rampage asked in a whiny colt voice. He was tired and hungry, he wanted food. He still didn’t take note of his brother’s absence.

“Why, you’re in Ponyville!” The pink mare said smiling, apparently unaware nopony should have that much energy when it’s this dark out. He didn’t want to stick around her; yet he felt she was nice, truthful.

Rampage couldn’t take it. He started to cry, which made the pink mare turn from happy to concerned.

“Are you ok? What’s wrong?” She said, with a sad expression.

“I don’t have a place to stay, and I don’t have any parents” He said through his tears. He didn’t want to break up in front of her, but the stress of everything was a great weight on his shoulders. He felt like he was being needlessly melodramatic, telling all this to a stranger. It’s not like he had a choice….right? He had to find somewhere to stay; he couldn’t keep wandering like a nomad.

He failed to notice the pink mare hugging him as he cried, her mane deflated. He was swamped in depression; he wanted his parents, his house. He wanted them back. He sobbed, his face against the pink mare, who cooed and ran her hoof around his back, trying to soothe him.

After a while, he calmed down enough to speak complete sentences, even if they were shaky.

“Thank you, It means a lot to me. But I need to find a place to stay” he said, his voice cracking. His heart ached; he missed his parents, and he knew it.

The pink mare smiled, her mane inflated back to its usual bounciness.

“You silly foal, you cried for so long, the sun came up!”

Rampage looked outside and noticed the sun was indeed coming up.

‘Wait….where’s Squidlie? No matter, he’ll find his way around. If I don’t see him in a few days, I’ll ask a Pegasus to help me look. He cant have wandered far’

“Thank you, ma’am, but I must be going” He switched on gentlecolt mode. His mother taught him to always be polite, even in dire circumstances.

“Don’t be silly! Call me Pinkie Pie!” she said hyperactively, bouncing around.

"Once we find you a place to stay, we’ll throw you a party!”

Rampage was dumbstruck by the sheer kindness of this mare. She had a stranger break into her shop, and she offered to throw him a party? What kind of black magic was this?

“No, no. It’s okay; you don’t need to go out of your way.” Rampage spoke with disbelief.

“Don’t be silly! I throw everypony parties!” She said, smiling.

Rampage didn’t want to ruin the mares smile, so he accepted hesitantly.

“Fine, fine. Where am I going to live Pinkie? Where can I go?” He said, whining creeping into his voice.

“I’m sure Twilight’ll have some room!” she said cheerfully, making Rampage smile. Maybe he should think more optimistically.

“Twilight?” He asked. He had heard the name before, his mom had mentioned it. She had said a pony by the name of Twilight Sparkle gave her books on hydrokinesis, which had helped her gain full control of water.

He decided to ask if it was the same Twilight she talked about.

“Is her name Twilight sparkle?” Rampage spoke with caution, as he still didn’t know if this pink mare was friendly.

“Of course! There aren’t any other Twilights, silly!” Pinkie said, bouncing around.

‘Maybe she can teach me too….’ Rampage thought. Maybe he should play along. Little did he know though, he was a dead ringer for his father. He looked exactly like him, except his eyes; which were a crystal blue.  He knew his father, Diamond Shell, lived in Ponyville at one point, but he didn’t know his reputation.

“Lets get going!” Pinkie said, bouncing towards the door.

Rampage just sighed and followed.

**************************Squidlies POV********************

I had stumbled like a drunkard, trying to find my brother. I was pissed that he wouldn’t wait for me. I had managed to find my way to a group of animals by dawn, who led me to a rather plain looking house on top of a hill.

I was famished. Frickin. Famished. I hadn’t eaten in 24 hours or more. I didn’t have a sense of time right now. I was too busy crying about the event that had happened oh so recently.

‘I saw my parents drop in front of my eyes, dead. I had seen my dad go into a fight with an unknown enemy’ were the thoughts running through my head. I was interrupted by a yellow mare with a pink mane opening the door. My hunger was killing me.

“Please…food…” Was all I got out before I collapsed.

***********************Rampage 3rd person*********************

Rampage had went through ponyville, and saw everything and everypony. Pinkie had literally taken HOURS before she finally led him to his final destination. Pinkie walked up to the huge house and knocked on the door.

“Twilight! I have a pony here to see you!” She called in, waiting for somepony to answer.

The door opened, and a small dragon appeared. Rampage wasn’t much bigger than the dragon at the time, and he remembered all he had read on dragons.

‘Dragons eat gems….’he thought panicked. His panic went away as soon as the dragon spoke.

“Hey Pinkie, Twilight’s not around at the moment, what’d you need?” He asked innocently. Neither Pinkie nor the dragon saw Rampage shivering. Rampage feared dragons. His only means of offense and defense were dragon food, quite literally.

“This colt doesn’t have a home, and I thought you’d be the best choice spike!” Pinkie said cheerfully.

Spiked looked at Rampage and waved him in. Rampage was still skeptical, but right before he walked in, he heard another voice.

“Hey Spike, hey Pinkie Pie!”

Rampage looked at where the voice was coming from. He saw a purple unicorn trotting towards them, carrying a ton of books. He wondered if this could be Twilight Sparkle. He needed to find a time to speak to her. Alone.

"Hi twilight!" Pinkie said, happy to see her friend again.

'sweet mother of Celestia, is this pony friends with every pony?' Rampage thought, astounded. He had lived in a pretty isolated area for his whole life. The only ponies he really ever saw we're his parents and his brother. His mom...he didn't know what she did for work, hbut she fed them. His dad made weapons. For whom, Rampage had no idea, yet he knew a Griffin would always pick them up. Rampage snapped back to reality in time to greet Twilight.

"Hello Twilight, my name's Subtle Rampage, son of Diamond Shell and Aquamarine" he said, sticking a hoof out

The reaction he got was surprising to say the least. Twilight's jaw would've hit the floor if her bones would've allowed it. What did allow something to hit the floor though, was her magic. She lost hold of the books and they tumbled to the ground.

"You're Aqua's son? How is she doing?!?" she said, quite taken aback by this fact. She started picking the books back up with her magic.

She hadn't seen Aqua in forever, but remembered her well. The mare was quite studious, taking care in her studious to further her control of water. She had studied for hours with Twilight, and came back every day to read and practice more. Aqua wasn't a typical unicorn. She was a unicorn that had magic in only one area. She was the same as Diamond in that respect. Twilight found it funny to study with the sea-blue mare. She was funny, kind, and intelligent. She would always move forwards, no matter the cost. Her tenacity was awe-inspiring.

Rampage was shaking, trying to keep his voice emotionless, but it cracked despite his efforts.

"she's...dead, killed by ponies who attacked our house and burned it down. My dad, he's dead too"

Twilight felt her insides crumble. This colt went through that much at such a young age? She suddenly had extreme pity for him, but she knew he didn't want pity.

"rampage...you should come in. Pinkie, if you could..."

Pinkie got the message. "Okie dokie lokie!" she said, bouncing off. She didn't want to invade their privacy.

"I'll throw Rampage the best party ever later!"

Rampage walked in Twilight's house, following the purple mare into her house. He sat down on a couch across from her, and suddenly became shy.

"Rampage, tell me what happened" Twilight said, with some persuasion.

Rampage took a deep breath, and retold the whole event in immense detail. How could he not? That event happened only a day ago, and it would be burned into his mind for a very, VERY long period of time.

After he retold her everything, he found he could keep his emotions in. Even Twilight was surprised at this.

'he's only a colt...yet he knows how to control himself' she thought, knowing she'd have to put that in her report to Princess Celestia. What she was interested in though, was the emotional stability of Rampage. Anypony would be shaken after an experience like that.

"Rampage, let's get you set up." Twilight starting trotting upstairs. Rampage was grateful she let the subject drop, any long talking about his parents deaths and he might've broken down. He followed her and she got him set up in a guest room, not far from her own.

------A few months later----

Rampage was helping organize books in Twilight's library, which was frickin' massive.

"Where does she get all these books?" Rampage thought to himself. He still had stacks to go. He sighed and kept working.

His brother had found him walking with Twilight a few days after they separated. After a very tearful, bromance-like reunion, Squidlie told Rampage that he was staying at Fluttershy's, after she had found out he was great with animals, she basically begged him to stay. Squidlie was more than happy to. Rampage had been reluctant to let him continue to stay at Fluttershy's. He was his brother, after all. He needed to keep an eye on him. Squidlie got along fine with Fluttershy, and eventually they grew into colt friend and mare friend. Rampage didn't even notice this until much later.

Rampage and Squidlie got together often despite them both helping the mares they lived with. They often talked about the even with their parents, and often ended up sparring to build reflexes and strength. All of this to be able to get revenge if the opportunity arises. They both advanced their magic, and Rampage felt the best way to do that for him was through sparring. Rampage had finally told Twilight about his power. At first, she didn't believe him. She hadn't ever heard of a pony with that power. Then he had showed her, and she finally believed him. She had to keep spike from eating the colt when he saw all the gems on Rampage. She had told Celestia about it in her report, and Celestia told Twilight to make sure nopony found out; for if they did, their enemies may try to take Rampage. So Rampage practiced in secret, making sure nopony found out about his power.

He had made friends with a few ponies, but a majority of the ones he met disliked him greatly. On the exterior, he seemed like a cocky, ignorant young stallion. When anypony got to know him well, and only a few did, they found how he really was; emotional, caring, and understanding. He wasn't as tough emotionally as he let on. One of the ponies that hated him the most was Rarity. She couldn't stand Rampage, and constantly let Twilight know about how rude the "young hoodlum" was when hanging around with his brother or Spike. Fluttershy wouldn't tell Twilight, but she found Rampage loud and annoying. He didn't work well with most animals because of his loudness. AppleJack was one of the few poniesRampage hadn't talked to much. He found her annoying, as dumb as that sounded. The way she talked rubbed off wrong on him.

He had talked to her brother, Big Mac, a lot. Rampage had never really had a full conversation with him, but tried to talk to him ever time he saw him. Rampage felt like he wanted to spar Big Mac, a stallion who was so much bigger and stronger than himself. Big Mac always refused with a simple "nope" and trotted on to buck more apples. Rampage found this irritating as he had no idea why he wouldnt spar him. Once he had established friends, his life became routine. Study his power with Twilight, practice it, hang with his brother, eat, spar, repeat. This went on for about 5 years, and then his life suddenly went sideways.

A/N: I realize this is an abrupt cutoff, but do you really want me to take 12k words to explain 5 years of living in Ponyville? Nah brah, so just read it and enjoy the chapter. I promise the next one will be more eventful, i promise