Not So Different

by RustyKat

Rating: everyone
Tags: Dark, Adventure
Length: 461

Sometimes what is on the surface is not what it seems......

Flamer was just an alicorn… but fate tells him otherwise when a changeling shows up.

Thank you for being my editor. :twilightsheepish:
The Castaway Pariah

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-05-20 04:44:40 UTC

RazorLeaf

Of a past long frogotten

It was windy and dark. Only for the pale light that filtered through the clouds above, there was not much light. A faint breeze blew, slightly ruffling his orange mane. He looked around, and relized he just barely knew the small clearing he was standing in, but he did not know why. Spare tufts of grass poked their fronds through the marshy ground, and he heard an owl somewhere give off an ominous hoot. To his left there was an old dark cave, and to his right, an abandoned hiking trail. His eyes darted from the trail to the cave in confusion. It was then that he saw faint marks in the mud. Not exactly hooves, and not exactly paws, but from an animal who had a weird combo of both. He gave a small worried twitch of his tail, not knowing what animal would make such a print. But as he looked back at the moon, he relized that soon it would be daybreak, for the first faint hues of orange were seeping into the dark star-studded indiego. He gave a sigh, but he froze as he heard something behind him. He turned around, and came face to face with.....

"Wake up, you sleepyhead." Came an irritated voice. He woke up, and shook his head.

Ugh..... that was one weird dream.... Come to think of it, he relized he was in jail. Again. He could never remember how he got there, only that he woke up in a cell. He relized the voice came from a royal guard, clad in armor that strangely did not make sense. Of armor for Celestia, the armor was gold color, and the armor for Luna was dark purple..... but this guard's armor was blue.

It took Flamer a while to relize the guard was a mare, not a stallion.... although by her build, one could of made the same mistake. She was a grey pegasus, with a very dark purple mane, which was cut short in an army cut.

"About time you wake your weird self up." He heard as she began to unlock the gate. "I better not see you here again."

"How did I get here?" He asked, his mind slightly distracted by her figure. His eyesight saw that her hind leg was made of entirely metal.

"How should I know?" Her expression was annoyed. "I was sent to wait until you woke.”

This conversation seemed to be a whole mess of unanswered questions.

" May I ask of your name please?"

There was a faint twinge of surprise from the armored mare. "My name? It's... Not important." She flattened her ears and adverted her gaze moodily.

"Surely you can't tell me? My name is Flamer."