The Past #1

Dark, dreary skies of red, grass made of stone, clouds raining blood..
Yep. That's how things are, and how they will be, always..
I suppose I shouldn't complain, it's my home after all..
I just wish things were different, more happy.
I shouldn't say that word. Mother says to think positively is to be a 'heretic' or something like that.
Today is my 'Blood Day', it means to become of mature age in this land, and to have to choose the pony to spend your life with.
Mother and Father always try to pair me up with different ponies, but I don't like any of them.
I let them go about their things, covering me with jewels, a robe to match my horns colour, bracelets too..
I stopped truly caring about anything a long time ago. This land drains you, drains you of life, happiness, everything.
That's what they want though. Mother and Father always did seem odd.
They never knew I would run, which is strange since running is the only thing I'm good for..
It happened during the main ceremony, they were about to pair me up with someone for definate, and I ran away.
I was sick of it, there was no other choice.
I dashed through Blood Forest with all the speed I could muster, eventually finding a cave to hide away in.
I don't know why I hid, nobody cared to look for me anyways.
Maybe it was so I could hide the shame of living there.