The Blood White Rose

Bishamon

It has been about three and a half months since the incident. As of now all my wounds have subsided and now I am stuck in this room only to read, study, and train. Ever since I was able to my dad has been teaching me some basic military combat specifically CQC. This is so if I have any more issues with other foals I can defend myself. I have the basics of it down. I can anticipate upcoming attacks, what attack they'll go for and where they're aiming their attack. And ever since I could walk my mom has taken me to a Torii Shine out in the park. She says it's the one she used to go to when she growing up here. She takes me there every Saturday, Sunday, and Wednesday. Me and her offer some food that we had left over. We pray and and ask for our safety as well as our well being.

Also she says that I need to find some outlet so I'm not just consumed in work. So she not only works me into practicing Shinto. But I also have martial arts lessons. And as of late she seems to be a little more uptight and a little scary at times. Like a tiger. And I have been improving on many subjects: Such as english, languages other then english, math, science, history, even things like engineering, and socializing. I wake up at four in the morning, and I don't sleep until ten at night doing the things I have to do. Each morning begins with getting ready, then my morning workout, my dad's short CQC lessons, followed by going to the shrine if it falls under one of those three days, next it's get back and eat breakfast, then I do my studies for a few hours as though I was still in school, then I go to martial arts practice, followed by coming home to read in my spare time, then comes social therapy, and then if that's it I eat dinner, take a shower, then do my nightly workout, Sleep. Later, rinse, repeat.

In the past few months I have gotten to the point where my mom says I, '"Ahead of ponies even in High School." So far it's January on coming of age day. Fitting as my mom would say. I'm taking my first steps out there on a day celebrated for adults. Part of growing up I suppose. My mom tells me that this new school won't be anything like the old one. There will be foals like me she says. And they look forward to seeing me. She tells me that this would be her dream come true. Her own son having a better education than she did, an outer haven of sorts for her. She seems to be happy about it. So I should be happy as well. As long as I don't make her mad things should be nice. Today is my"Second first day of school." I've done my morning rituals and grabbed my bag and waited for my mom.

She picked me up and we left toward the new school."Now Crimson when you get there walk to the office and ask for your schedule. You'll have nine classes throughout the day each lasting thirty minutes. When school gets out come to Mommy. If any foals give you any trouble to the point where they scare you, you know what to do." She concluded her pep talk of sorts and looked up."Look at that Crimson... it's snowing. it's so beautiful. I always love this time of year honey. When I was growing up here I loved to play in the snow. Me and your father always went ice skating when we could. Plus there is no sun to blind me since it's so cloudy. Just to celebrate your special day we can get some hot apple cider and blueberry muffins." As she finished she had put me down. I was at the school. She had gone her own way and flown off. I had been wearing a black vest with a black fedora, along with my saddle bag. From it looked like it was somewhat shrouded like a crow. I was currently in the building's shadow as the sun began to rise.

In the distance the place seemed to be any other normal building, but on the inside was another story. The room radiated with vast pastel colors, paintings, and was lit with a perfect light that made things seem cozy, but far off things had a tint of blue to it. I personally liked the blue tint to it. It just speaks with me. Maybe I've been in the dark for too long and I just like it. Maybe darkness is my safe haven. But I make my way to the office and ask for my schedule. After what seemed to be five minutes I received my paper and made my way toward my first class.

I must say things are very different then the last school. Ponies here seem to range from my age almost to my mother's age from when she had me. She was only twenty five years old when I was conceived. But ponies here seemed off. I can't put my hoof on it but it seemed that they were more jumpy, shaky and all around strange like some alien world. As the colt I was raised to be I put that in the back of my mind and thought nothing of it. But what really irks me is how they seem so mindless. Maybe it's just part of who they are.

I arrived to my first class to find many foals to be just like me. It was scary almost looking into a mirror of sorts. I took my seat among a group of foals who were in need of a third person. Both of them were fillies around my age. One was a unicorn with an amber coat, a golden mare and brown eyes. While the other was a popcorn yellow Pegasus with red hair.

"Hello... I'm Crimson" I mumbled not sure if what I learned at social therapy helped or not."My favorite color is ice blue." I followed. The pegasus seemed to scare me a little bit. It's just the way she looks at me that gets me

"Hello Crimson. I'm Amber and this is my sister Octo-chan." The Pegasus nodded"Don't mind Octo, She tends to scare ponies. She's got the heart of a lion at times. But my favorite color is... Well all of them, but I'll say I like a rosy red kinda like your mane color." Amber replied making blush just a little bit"Just so you know I get pretty violent when I'm mad." She finished. The teacher stood up and began class.

"Hello every pony. I am miss Green Leaf. I am your first period teacher. I hope all of you are excited as it's the first day of school. This year we will do many exciting things and I hope to learn a lot about you all." And so began the backdrop of my ascension. Only later would I realize that this is a school for mentally impaired foals.