They say eyes are the window to the soul. But if you have no soul do you have no eyes?
If you have no eyes, how could one see the soul?
If you have no soul then the eyes have nothing to show.
If your eyes have nothing to show, then what’s the point in using them? What's the point in them working?

Soul is what binds every living creature together.
Eyes are what cause others to see that soul.
Soul is what makes the world.
Eyes are what show us the world.

Each dependent on the other. If the eyes were to shatter, so would the soul. If the soul was to fade, so would the eyes.

At first glance they would see a beast, second glance they would see a monster, third glance…Well, they never stay for a third glance.

Who could blame them? The stories that they were told, the fear that was stitched into their minds.

I’ve heard the Stories, I’ve heard the myths.
I’ve seen what rumors can do to a person. I’ve seen what lies can do when they seep their way into a ponies mind.
I’ve seen the damage they can inflict. I’ve felt the damage, and I am all too familiar with it.

But this type of damage cannot be healed. This damage cannot be fixed.

It leaves a permanent scar, one that will not fade, one that will not disappear. It stays there, taunting you. Reminding you of how big of a fool you were to trust. How big of a fool you were to let down your guard for one time… one fatal time.

Do I think she regrets for what was done? No.
Do I think she regrets for what could have been done? Not at all.

She tries not to regret, for regretting leads to apologizing, and one cannot apologize if the believe nothing wrong has been done.

She tells herself that she knows what happened. She tells herself she knows what had to be done.

but I doubt she knows exactly what she has done.

She placed her mistakes on another, and she holds no regrets in doing so..
And for that I cannot forgive. And she cannot apologize.

I might face her again. Only time will tell. And we are not going anywhere, for we both have too much time.

One day I’ll see you again. And you will pay for what you have done to me.
And you will feel the pain you inflicted on me.
And that is something I can promise.
I promise to face you one day, Celestia.
…
But I fear that it is only an empty promise.

An empty threat.

An empty word.

I used to see things differently.
I used to look down at the word and only see the light.
but sadly, know all I see is the darkness.

I can hear the screams of those who refuse to scream. I can hear the cries form those that believe they are happy. I can hear the lies inflicted upon each soul.

A long time ago I saw more. I saw opinion. I saw emotion. I saw the truth.

Ponies were allowed to think, to feel more than one feeling.
but now it’s only happiness and friendship.

They say friendship concurs all, but friendship isn’t what won the wars. It was blood, it was anger, and it was the will to live.
It was the strongest of all emotions. Not just happiness, not only friendship.

I fear for the day when theses ponies do have to face battle. I fear for the day when these ponies have to face real death.
Friendship is not always the life saver.

And why would it be?

It didn't save Her.

And it sure as hell didn't save me.

A long time ago lived a beast. But, he wasn't always known as a monster… not at first.

He was a simple man just trying to make ends meet.
For a small payment he would help you in any way he could.

One day he an unforgivable event unfold and an innocent mare and stallion died at the hooves of another.
Those that killed the pony notice the human and they soon began to run screaming of a beast.

Ponies came over to investigate… and they jumped to conclusions.
And they, became afraid.

Soon, the mobs formed.
And attention was brought to the monarchs.

Back then the world was ruled by two. You may have known them as the princess, but he once knew them as friends. They took him in when he was beaten down. They gave him medicine, they gave him a home, and they give him the closest thing he had to a family.

They understood what really happened, and they understood why he was hunted.
They kept him safe under royal guard, and they treated him as an equal.

Soon, he befriended both of the princesses. But, there was one in particular he seemed to have enjoyed the company of the most; the youngest of the princesses.

They talked, They laughed... They fell in love.
But , he apparently truly knew her.

It was only a couple of the months after he was taken in when he received the news, and it wasn't with kind words, but it was with handcuffs.

He was wrongly accused for a crimes against royalty.

The eldest sister punished him in the highest way possible. She took something away from him.

Others would have been sent to Tartarus, but it was what she took away from him that made this punishment the worst,

It's crazy that how one can live without a soul.
But the worst was; it seems when the soul disappear... The world truly becomes black.

Author's Note

The second chapter is coming soon...