It was night. And as the darkness loomed over a foaming sky, clouds crashed against each other like waves with ill intent, the air hung heavily with a dreadful weight. Luna's pale moon did not shine visibly on this night, its light unable to breach the thick and unyielding swirls of clouds.

Rain poured heavily upon those who were unfortunate enough to be trapped in such a violent storm, the case for this young filly, as she ran for her life.

“She went that way!” A booming voice called out over the hill, as beams of light shone through the rain.

Her blue hair was knotted and disheveled as it clung to her face. Her brother laid limply on her back as she ran for their lives. Tears streamed down her face as she ran down the long muddy road. Her white coat clung to her as it turned dark grey from the sweat and rain.

“There she is!” Another voice called from the hill behind her.

She looked behind her so she could know how many where chasing her.

Ten ponies in black uniforms, with the letters “R.F” printed on the side. Six of which were unicorns, and they used their magic to carry flashlights …and guns. They were wearing what seemed to be police helmets. The other four where earth ponies.

And they were all close on her tail.

She felt as her brother started to slip off of her back, but used her serpentine tail to hold him in place. She would have flied but her brother was currently on her back, on top of her wings. It didn’t help that her brother was slightly larger than her, either.

His scaly body weighed her down as she ran. Her brother was a pale blue in color, his claws a dark shade of navy. His arms gently swayed as she ran for the both of them.

She couldn’t run any more.

Her small legs finally gave out after hours of running and hiding, trying to escape her pursuers
.

She landed face first into the mud, losing her grip on him, and was tossed into the mud. His body laid limp as he skidded onto the ground.

She looked up as tears continued to pour out of her eyes, as she slowly limped to her little brother’s aid and the shouts drew ever closer to them. Her body ached as she moved on top of her brother, trying to pick him up again. But she wasn’t strong enough. She laid on top of him, trying to shield him from the rain as best she could as she cried.

Her breathing was hard as she heard hoof steps drawing closer. She stood up in one last attempt of defiance. She stood crouched in front of her brother, her sharp teeth bared at her attackers.

As the ponies circled around them, she glared and she spun around, trying to prevent any sudden attacks from them.

One of the earth ponies, a mare, suddenly lunged at her, tackling her to the ground. She may have been seven but she was not weak.

They wrestled for a few minutes but it was no use, strong or not, the filly was exhausted and she couldn’t beat her attacker.

“Okay, bag him up” One of the unicorns said.

The filly turned her attention to her brother, watching as he was shoved into a bag.

She reached out a single hoof and she screamed out in protest. The mare pinning her down laughed at the filly, before slapping her across the muzzle.

Beaten and bruised she watched as her brother….

Her brother.

She let out and ear piercing shriek. All the ponies covered their ears in agony at the sound till it stopped. The mare on top of the filly glared at her as she raised her hoof. The mare brought it down as hard as she could, intending to knock the thing out or at least its jaw out of place. But she felt no impact.

The mare looked down as she looked as her hoof was caught in a field of magic
.

As the mare looked into the filly's eyes, she saw that the marking within her left eyes glowing blood red.

The mare screamed as the magic twisted her arm. She felt her bones snap inside of her foreleg. She collapsed beside the filly as she wailed in pain.

The filly slowly stood up, before looking at the other ponies. As the group backed away slowly, she put one hoof forward. The ground shook as if a dragon had stomped onto the ground at the very same moment. The sack left unattended on the ground a few feet away from a unicorn stallion. He raced for the sack.

That was a big mistake.

First his legs were broken. His bones shattered, piercing him from the inside out, causing blood to pour out of his open wounds into the mud. His bones stuck out of him as he screamed in unfathomable agony. The eight ponies watched in horror as he was crushed alive from the inside out. His horn cracked as it was broken from the inside, right before his head exploded. His blood, along with clumps of his flesh, coating the onlookers. A unicorn mare screamed before turning around and running. she suddenly stopped. She turned her head, and to the seven remaining ponies horror, her body collapsed into a bloody pile of cubed flesh, as blood gushed everywhere.

They looked back to see that she was right behind them. Her eyes had turned black and red. A sharp tooth grin covered her face as she glared at them.

They couldn’t escape.

_-(Many hours later)-_

Severed heads, body parts and blood were splattered all over the place. Rain slowly washed the red stains from the soggy earth.

A young filly lay in the mud, coated in blood. She slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw made her sick. She jumped up and looked all around her.

“Blood, so much blood” She thought as she started heaving.

She slowly backed up, before one of her hind legs touched something. She turned around, to be met by a face that had no skin, the eyes inside dead and glassy with a look of sheer agony embedded within them.

She looked around her, she counted about 6 distinguishable bodies, knowing with the amount of blood around it was easily more than that.

She threw up. The sight was too much for anyone, let alone a filly, to handle. Tears streamed from her eyes. As she looked at the ground she noticed something.

Her hooves.

They were caked with blood. She looked herself up and down. Blood was everywhere. She screamed as the memories flooded back to her... she did this, she killed them all. She knew that they were bad ponies but no pony deserved this…

She threw up again. Her mind screamed as her whole world started to fall apart. She fell to her side as she sputtered and coughed. As she laid there ,she didn't know how long, her eyes were half lidded and full of tears, she saw something. A sack. Her eyes shot open as she realized its contents. She willed herself up, and she ran, she didn’t care about the blood, she only had one thing one her mind.

“Buba”

She had always called him that. Ever since they could first talk.

She shook her head, she needed to focus now. She opened the sack with her teeth. She pulled it open, and to her relief, her brother was inside, still knocked out but breathing. That’s all that mattered.

She pulled her head from the bag and looked around. She saw a flashlight with only a little blood on it and picked it up with her teeth. She used her tongue to flip it on. Her eyes watered as she tasted blood.

She took a few deep breaths to steady herself. She looked back at the bag. She knew she couldn’t carry it, she was to exhausted. But she didn’t want her brother to see…

She had to. She felt as her magic ignited. Her eye instead of glowing red, shone a gentle turquoise glow. Memories of what she did flooded her mind, as she used her magic. She gently lifted the bag above her. She started her walk.

_-(One Hour Later)-_

She was exhausted. She just wanted to die. Today was the most traumatizing day of her life, and she just wanted it to end. Thank whatever that princesses name was that the rain had washed the blood off of her. But now since the rain stopped a chilly wind blew through the land. She shivered.

In the distance she saw something that made her want to cry. A small rundown shack sat by the side of the road she ran towards it not caring as her aching body screamed at her to stop. Her brother in tow within her magical grip followed.

She reached the door, to be met by darkness. She could see pretty well in the dark, as do most dragons. In the corner she could see a small pile of dried up stale hay. She sighed as she walked over to the pile. She pulled her still limp brother from the sack, placing him on the small pile of hay, before splitting the sack down its seams.

Her mind flooded with the dreadful memories once more, as she shook even more violently. She curled up next to her brother, before placing the torn sack over them, as a makeshift blanket. She shivered at the traumatic memories, the wailing of the wind reminding her of the wails from those she killed, her eyes wide open, her pupils pinpricks. She cuddled into the warmth of her brother, before falling asleep, dreaming of the days that lead up to this night.

Author's Note

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