Chapter 1: The Beginning
When I awoke that morning, my Mom greeted me with her warm smile and an apple muffin.
“Good morning dear, have a sweet muffin for my sweet little pony.”
“Thanks Mom.”
I mumbled, but she knew I was pleased to see her.
“Getting warm out isn’t it?”
She opened the drapes and the sun leaked in.
“Ow, wow it’s bright out…”
“Well it’s only because you’ve been in bed all day. Why don’t you spend some time outside and try to make some gal pals?”
I shifted nervously; she knew this was a bad subject for me.
“Well I did want to go swimming, but please Mom,don't push my luck…”
It was summer time and the lake was crowded with ponies hanging out in small groups. I peered around a tall willow tree. I just wanted to take a dip in the lake, but there were too many beautiful mares who would surely bully me if I tried to socialize.
“Uh excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?”
I spun around quickly to find the source of the voice. The question came from a blue mare with a stark white mane; she wore a look of disgust.
“Hey I asked you a question, those are my friends over there and you seem to be stalking them. Oh god what’s wrong with your ear?”
I titled my head in confusion and she had seen it, my physical deformity that had drove me to depression. It wasn’t like it was horrible, but for some reason or another, all the other ponies thought it was so fun to make fun of. You see I was born with a limp right ear hanging there like a dead rat, not even useful for hearing. Tears stung at my eyes I tried to hide that fact with my saggy sky blue mane.
“Nothing, don’t worry I’m leaving…”
Not another word out of the bluntly rude pony as I moped down the trail back into Ponyville.
My name is Ice Blush and I’ve had a rough life ever since I was born. Aside from my dumb ear, my horn was rather short and my mane was a complete mess. My Mother always told me that I was unique, but this was coming from a pony that was a model her whole life, she thrived on being gorgeous. I had no friends to lean on. How was I supposed to become a happy pony like those in town?
“Mom I’m home.”
My greeting was returned with silence as I entered my home. I frowned; my Mom was the only one who listened to my pathetic complaints. I trotted towards the kitchen for a snack when I noticed a note on the table.
Ice Blush,
Honey I know you’re having a rough time making friends, but really dear you must learn to make a few friends. You are a grown mare and I know you can take care of yourself along with our home, which is why I’ve decided to take a job in the city. I knew you would disapprove, convince me to stay and take of you, which is why I've left without saying anything. Please understand that this is for the best and I love you so so much!
With all the love in the world, Frazzle Dazzle
The paper started to become soggy as tears left my face and dripped down below. How could she leave me after all these years, she knew what form of neglect all the ponies in town cast upon me, she knew what it was like when somepony you loved left without a word.
“Why, why, why?!”
I shrieked at the top of my lungs, I was truly alone now. My appetite had vanished, all I wanted now was to sleep the day way. My room was small and childish, but it was my safe place. I shuffled with the sheets for a bit until I was comfortable and closed my eyes until I was met with a sweet slumber.
All around me I was met with darkness. I could tell that I was dreaming, but this was all too vivid. Any normal pony would have been scared, but I spent so many days of my life in the dark that I found some sick comfort here.
“Why hello there, aren’t you a beautiful little pony.”
There was a voice of a stallion, but it was pitch black, I could barely see my own white hooves.
“W-Who’s there? I can’t see…”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, hahaahahah.”
Oh I understand now, he’s making fun of me, messing with my mind, attempting to hold my heart hostage. Sweet words are what every mare is won over by, how could I possibly resist? With no real world skills I could not tell if somepony was playing with my feelings or being true to their words.
“What do you want?”
“Oh nothing, just some company, it gets real lonely in here you know.”
His voice was saturated with what I understood as sarcasm.
“Well I’m not good company; no one likes to be around me, my own Mother left today.”
“What a BITCH, if I had you in my hooves I would never let you go.”
His harsh language had startled me but, his other words turned my face beat red and make my heart race. What is this place, why have I never heard his voice before, is he teasing me; so many questions racked my brain.
“I’ll let you…”
The sentence was only a whisper. I could hear hooves approaching me, I needed to be direct, and I was starving for affection.
“Please make me yours!”
Suddenly he laughed and a sound similar to nails on a chalk board pierced my ear. Covering an ear I strained to see what he looked like as he came closer. A gasp escaped my mouth, his whole body was burnt, and upon his right hoof a shoe decorated with knifes gleamed.
