THWACK....the ringing in his ears was more immense than it had ever been. Not to mention the broken nose, bloody lip, and dislocated jaw. Vaguely hearing a noise over the ringing, he barely lifted his head and noticed a pitchfork aimed directly at him with grievous intentions. As he lay there beaten into submission and on the verge of death via farming equipment he began to recall the events of just moments before.

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It had been a hard days work on the farm. He plowed the fields, harvested the ready crops, and fed all the animals as well and did it all without being able to use his magic. Not that he could actually do any to begin with. Because when you have a father who hates unicorns it doesn't help being one in the long run. And it's even worse when that same father treats you like a slave, working and forcing you to do everything for all your worth. The only reward you ever get for work is the privilege to sleep in your own room instead of the barn and even that had to be earned. Otherwise you'll just end up getting chained to a post just close enough to food and water along with some source of heat.

Moonbreaker had just finished rounding up all of the farm animals and leading them to their respective housings. Of all the work he did he found the ones with the animals to be the least grueling as they had legs to move themselves, though sometimes you couldn't tell the difference between them and a living bolder. But with all the animals in their respective areas Moonbreaker was finally finished with his daily routine, but even then it brought it's own hardships. With his work done that meant it was time to eat and then bed, but it also ment he had to be in the same room as his father. The thought alone sent chills down his spine and aches all over his body from where he had been beaten with what ever the old stallion could get his hooves on.

Not that he had a choice. He could either starve and spend the rest of the night and most of next morning in agony. Or he could eat and just hope his father doesn't come in drunk off cider and decides his wife's to good to beat. In the end the choice was be miserable now or be miserable later and Moonbreaker had learned a while ago to take the meals he gets with as much gratitude as if they have been given by the princesses themselves. So he hung up his pitchfork on the rack of the barn wall and proceeded to head back to his home and much to his surprise he's greeted my his mother smiling instead of scolding him as she usually does.

She shouted from across the lawn "Come on hurry up and wash off before your father gets here and gets mad".

Moonbreaker was startled by this at first but shrugged it off as he figured something exciting must have happened for his mother to be so happy for once, a rarity in this place normally. Having learned to follow requests from years of slave work Moonbreaker was quick to oblige and proceeded to the houses washroom so he could clean himself off. In his own opinion he wasn't that dirty to begin with though there were patches of mud and gunk on his coat that he had gotten when he was rounding up the chickens and one ran between his legs and caused him to stumble over into a mud hole. As he washed himself he thought back to the appearance of his parents and compared them to himself. For one both his parents were earth ponies but he was a unicorn. His mother had an egg white coat with golden eyes and a black mane and tail. While his father had a dark green coat and and even darker mane and tail with blue eyes. Moonbreaker then thought back to himself, he had a dark blue coat with purple eyes and a ghostly white mane. For the longest time he thought for certain he wasn't their son and in the back of his mind still does slightly but has largely stopped thinking about it. When he finished washing up he walked into the dining room of the home to see a table covered in more food than he had thought possible.

"Well go on sit down, your father should be here soon" she had said with a large grin on her face.

At this point Moonbreaker was more than freaked out at his mother's apparent enthusiasm at clearly something exciting. He would have asked what all the excitement was but he knew even if he could talk he wouldn't get a word in. Oh how he wished he could speak or at least laugh but even that he couldn't manage to do. He sometimes wondered what he would sound like if he had a voice, would it be deep and masculine, or high and squeaky or most likely somewhere in between. He continued on these thoughts unconsciously sitting down. He didn't even notice his father enter the room and walk up behind him. It took his father screaming in outrage to finally get Moonbreaker out of his trance.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF CELESTIA IS THIS! WHY IS THERE SO MUCH FOOD GOING TO WASTE".

"Dear you don't understand it's not going to waste. I made it all because I have some exciting news".

Never had he heard his mother talk to his father without some sort of spite taking place between them. He was now more interested than ever to figure out what this news was and hoped it had something to involve him getting a break or leaving this place. When his father finally calmed down and sat at the table both him and Moonbreaker were intrigued at what the news was.

With a smile bigger than she had ever made before she burst out in excitement "I'm having another foal".

In an instant both stallions eyes shot open at the statement.

"What do ya mean your having another foal. We've been trying for the past twenty years because we've just been stuck with this idiot" he finished glaring at Moonbreaker.

"I know because I've been going through all of the symptoms morning sickness, odd cravings, mood swings everything. Ohh Shepherd isn't this such fantastic news".

Two things caught Moonbreaker's attention in that moment. When was his mother so smart about this. And he now after twenty years, nearly twenty-one, he knew his fathers name.

"Marigold this is some of the best news I've gotten in a long time. When do you think your due".

"Well I'm not sure when it happened because my heat doesn't start till fall. But my guess is around spring next year. Around the same time as...."

Her silence keyed Moonbreaker in on what she was going to say and also helped him realize how she knew so much about having foals. Before Moonbreaker was born she had twins, two colts and earth ponies like their parents. They both died a few months after Moonbreaker was born. The two were only three when it happened. While they never said it Moonbreaker was certain he didn't always have his current name; and that they changed it out of anger and spite to princess Luna and the moon. From what he had learned his brothers both died on full moons and his parents blamed Luna for it. But maybe now he could finally leave this place and find a home for himself, or at least after the foal's born anyway.

"Your right this is a good enough reason to have all this food. And I'm sorry for making ya feel bad. But I have a question, just why in the world is he in here instead of in the barn".

Moonbreaker could see his mother's eyes wonder over her husband and then to him. He knew what was going to happen and already started walking to the door. He glanced over his shoulder to his father and sent him an angry look. In his still largely drunken state that's all it took to set him off. Before Moonbreaker had time to react he had been tackled by the drunk stallion and was currently being flung out the door with his father on top of him. Miraculously when they both hit the ground Moonbreaker ended up on top but that was quickly changed when suddenly he was on his back with a pair of hooves crushing his windpipe. He started the flail his hooves around at random hoping to get a hit off and at least disorient the stallion on top of him. Luckily he was able to get a hit off on the stallions jaw and knocked him off so he could a breath. That moment of calm didn't last however as his father was filled with rage and the only thought going through Moonbreakers head was run. Moonbreakers first instinct was to get to the barn and lock the door, unfortunately for him despite his fathers age he was still faster than Moonbreaker by far. Before he knew it once again Moonbreaker was on the ground, this time getting beaten instead of chocked. Since it worked last time, once again Moonbreaker started flailing his hooves around but to no avail. Since he was out of ideas Moonbreaker decided the best thing to do was use his head and quite literally at that. Launching himself up as fast as possible he slammed his face directly into his fathers. It did its job and Moonbreaker was able to get back up again but in doing so not only did he bite severely into his own lip he also smashed his nose out of place. Again he started running to the barn but again his father was on his tail.

"Why won't you just stay down" he screamed in his head.

He was finally at the barn and just about to close the door and lock it behind him when....THWACK.

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As he slowly began to regain his sense of direction and hearing the stallion above him stayed as solid as a rock with the pitchfork aimed straight ahead. Moonbreaker was certain this would be his end, he'd finally be allowed to leave but instead his father got close and pinned him to the floor and began talking in his ears.

"You are the biggest disappointment for a son I'd ever known. You be more useful as a mare than you are now. Because as a mare at least you could be bread and bring more foals into this family".

By now Moonbreaker determined that the few blows he got off to his fathers head had caused some damage on top of his already drunken stupor. Not that it made the scene any less unnerving and unsettling.

"You'd make the perfect little brood mare. Every time you popped a foal out I'd put one right back in you. You'd be completely submissive to me; and if any of your brothers slash sons showed interest you'd treat them just the same. Even after you stop producing foals you'd still be nothing more the a fuck slave. Until the day you died".

Before he knew it Moonbreaker was unconscious and drifting off into the void of his mind. When he woke up much to his own surprise he was still in the barn. His head hurt like tartarus and his nose and jaw were still out of place but he could fix this with relative ease. One of the perks of having been beaten for years he has not only a high pain tolerance but has learned how to reset his jaw, legs, and nose when need be. Not to his surprise when he had finished fixing himself and went to the door it was locked. Apparently his father was to lazy to carry him out to his post and instead just latched the barn door shut from the outside. Moonbreaker guessed that the same could be said for the other smaller doors but he wasn't really complaining, he'd get a night to himself for once since it seemed to be around midnight. Oh and what a beautiful night it was. The light of the moon shown through the cracks and holes of the barn and the sparse number of windows.

Moonbreaker walked over to one of the windows that had moonlight shinning through it. When he reached the window he leaned over onto it and peered up at the moon in all its beauty. He sat there for what felt like ages just watching the moon cross the night sky like a carriage crossing an open field. Thinking back to it this was the same way he had gotten his cutie mark, just watching the moon one night when he was still a young colt. Back then he wasn't beaten, he wasn't forced to work to sleep, he wasn't a hostage by his own family. He was free to have fun and to play. But than one day that all changed and he was forced to do everything around here while his father got drunk and his mother criticized him on everything he did saying he wasn't good enough. He missed those days, the days in which the pain hadn't existed and never should have. He breathed on the glass and drew a heart around the moon and wrote "I love you" beneath it. Another thing the past gave him was the ability to write, he'll be it crude, sentences and phrases. Slowly he began to drift off to sleep still leaned on the edge and his hoof on the glass. Just before his body fell to the floor with his sleep a hoof placed itself next to Moonbreakers on the other side of the window before the sound of flapping wings echoed through the night.

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As the months trailed onward it became very obvious that Moonbreakers mother was indeed pregnant with a foal; and with it came more and more work for Moonbreaker having to not only do his normal chores but prepare every single meal his mother asked down to the T and having to get a room ready for the foal as well. Eventually once it started getting cold enough all he had to do was feed his mother and keep the room in check. The best part of it all was that he was allowed to sleep in the house since he was taking care of his mother constantly. They turned his room into the foals room so he has to sleep on the floor but it's better than nothing. His mother is actually nice to him instead of constantly scolding him and his father doesn't always come home drunk, slightly buzzed but not drunk. As much as he hated to admit it, deep down he hated the idea of a new foal not because it'd get all the attention but because if it died he'd be right back where he was. And even if it lived it might come to the same fate as him.

Slowly that hidden hate grew. Ever so slowly increasing in intensity and Moonbreaker had no idea as to why. He might actually have a living sibling and yet he found it to only enrage him more. Something inside him hated the unborn foal and it wanted it dead, but Moonbreaker wouldn't allow it. Not now and not ever. He just needed an outlet to let his anger out on. One winters night on a full moon he snuck out of the house and went out into the now snow covered ground and sat down in the white powder and stared up at the sky observing the moon and the stars. He was more than happy that his outlet was something he loved and he wouldn't need to hurt anything or himself. The moons presence calmed him and allowed him to think straight and clear his head, it just helped and he loved it and the silence more than anything. He barely heard the hoof steps behind though; and it was to late to react when he did.

"What in the world are you doing out here boy" screamed his father barely over the increasing wind. "Your mother's been calling for ya for the past ten minutes. Now unless you want to sleep in the barn tonight I suggest you get movin".

The wind was picking up exponentially at this point and clouds began to blot out the moon. Moonbreaker thought he saw his father step closer to him through the darkness and the snow that had been picked up because of the wind. He could hear him screaming and shouting but the wind was to great to hear anything noticeable. For some reason the hate that he felt for his father started to surge within him. For some reason he actually felt like acting on his dreams for once he was going to try and kill his father. The only problem was finding him in this sudden blizzard. The wind kept picking up and Moonbreaker could feel himself begin to freeze but his hate kept getting stronger and pushing him onward. It felt like it took five minutes to move two feet but through the blizzard he could see the outline of a pony. His anger spiked at that moment and he charged. Suddenly he couldn't feel the wind or the snow all he could feel was his head pointed down ready to impale the pony in front of him. What he didn't expect to hear was his mother.

He pulled back, his horn covered in blood, to see lying on the ground before him was his mother. And next to her was the pony he wanted to stab. As fast as it showed up his murderous rage disappeared and was replaced with horror. He could see the hole in her chest, right next to her heart, and the amount of blood leaking out of it as her breath began to increase and slow at random. For the first time in his life, or from what he could remember, his father was crying. He could see the tears running down his fathers face as he held his wife in his hooves. Soon the tears that ran down his face stopped as he turned to face Moonbreaker with blood covering his hooves. He finally snapped. Faster than Moonbreaker had ever seen his father move the old stallion had him pinned to the ground and beating the life out of him. Moonbreaker could feel the force of the punches against his body and face yet he couldn't feel the pain of it all. The only real pain he felt was when a punch missed it's mark and slammed directly into his horn. The reaction was instant as Moonbreaker felt his horn break in two, somehow not completely breaking off. When he shot his hooves up to his head to stop the bleeding Moonbreaker managed to knock his father off of him. Quickly stumbling backwards he reached up to feel his horn. It had been almost split in two down the middle but the base remained intact. Where it had split the edges were rigged and jagged and the tip was broken off in an almost serrated point.

It was his fathers screams the broke him out of his pain induced trance. He didn't know what to do but needed to do something. He began to focus, on what he wasn't sure, but on something. He thought about what to do when he felt an energy run through his horn. He had herd a loud thud once as his father was hit by something and a second when the stsllion hit the ground. When he opened his eyes, Moonbreaker saw his father a few feet away on the ground, impaled on the pitch fork. It's spikes going through his chest and into his heart. He'd finally done it, he'd finally gotten rid of the bane of his existence, but he felt no joy in its happening. Instead the horror that befell him upon the site of him stabbing his mother only doubled at the site of him killing his father; and the worst part of it all was watching his mother slowly crawl over to the corpse of her husband as she slowly bled to death. All he could do was watch. His breathing all but stopped as time stood still. When he finally moved, it was away from the place he'd lived for so long, away from his life, away from his family. And he never stopped, not until he was nearly dead himself half frozen in the middle of nowhere.

"Fitting a monster like me should freeze to death. At least I know where I'll end up".

And with those finally mental sayings he was gone, lost to the darkness and never to be free. If only he wasn't saved by an angel of the night.

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The room he was in was lit with a brilliant golden light with walls as white as snow.

"Where am I" he thought to himself. "Why am I here. Is this some trick or am I just dreaming as I freeze to death".

These thoughts and more were interrupted by a knocking on the door. Before he could walk over and open it himself a pony wearing metal all over its body entered the room.

"Hurry up sir, don't want to be late do you".

The odd pony quickly led or well more pushed Moonbreaker out of the room and into a large hall. They both began to walk down the hall in silence for the most part other than the noise of the metal wearing pony. They walked for a few minutes before they entered a large open room with rows of ponies on either side of a long ed carpet that came out of a dark hall and ended in front of a podium. The podium itself was also greatly decorated with white roses with an arch above it also covered and white roses and other flowers. With out his know Moonbreaker unconsciously kept walking until he was standing on one side of the podium. He stood there for a few minutes before the sound of music caught his attention. Every pony quickly turned their heads towards the hall as two ponies came out of the shadows. One was wearing a beautiful gown patterned like the night sky with part of it covering their face. The other pony was a giant compared to all others in the room including the one she stood next to, who even then was taller than all the other ponies in the room.

The pony in the gown stood across from him next to the podium while the tall one placed herself behind it. With the pony being this close he determined it was a mare. As well he took notice that he was actually taller than her by about an inch or two. While he began to process all of what was going on he barely noticed he was being called upon.

"Well....do you" asked the tall pony staring at him with a very serious expression on her face.

Not knowing really what to do he responded "yes, I do". It took him only a second before he realized. "I, just spoke" he said in his head.

He was brought back to reality when the tall pony began to speak again.

"So then by the power invested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride"

Moonbreaker had to replay what he had just heard. Did she just say husband and wife you may now kiss the bride? He was beyond scared at what he'd just accepted, but was even more so if he didn't follow through. His hooves began to move on themselves however as he was thinking and had reached the cloth covering the mares face. Slowly he lifted the cloth to reveal the mare; and when he could see who it was it shocked him more than anything else that had just happened.

"You!!!" Is all he managed to say before the world around him faded to black.

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He felt....cold NO....hot no....cold, he felt like he was laying down on something and was covered by something else at the same time. Was this a bed? Did all he do only happen in a dream? Did he really kill his parents and sibling. He couldn't tell, especially with his eyes closed like they were. He tried to open them but they seemed frozen shut, which didn't help his this is all a dream theory. He put more effort into opening his eyes and slowly the crust that had formed around them began to crack and break apart allowing him to get a glimpse at the world around him. After being blinded for a moment he looked around to try and figure out where he was. Finding the ceiling wasn't much help he started to raise his head to get a better look on things. While doing so he let out a rather loud moan and pushed himself back with his hooves to come into contact with a wall. Once he was able to focus more he noticed the mare in front of him rather late for she was already meer inches away from him. When he did noticed, he more or less jumped back a few inches away from the mare. She was small, or it was just because he was on what he assumed was a bed. She had a white coat with a red mane and tail, with baby blue eyes. She began to slowly raise her hoof towards his face but he lowered it out of the way with his own and took notice of a rather obvious size difference.

"Astonishing, you've been unconscious and bedridden for months not to mention the extreme frost bite you experienced and yet you still seem to have full body movement. How is this possible at most you should only be able to look around and even then you'd be to brain damaged to take notice of the world around you. Tell me what it feels like when I grab your hoof."

Before he could react she had grabbed the opposite hoof he'd used to pushed hers out of the way. However she let go near instantly and looked up at him with even more astonishment.

"Your hooves are freezing cold" she said grabbing his other hoof just to launch her hooves back again. "How didn't I feel it when you pushed mine out of the way? Probably because of my shock but I wonder if your this cold all over."

Before he let her do anything wierd he slowly pushed her away with one of his back hooves and questioned why how warm he was was such an interest to her. Finally he started taking notice of the room he was in. It was a rather large room if it was actually ment for a medical room. There was a rather large amount of space not being used and there were windows far larger than what they needed to be. As well the bed he was in seemed for the sort to sleep in and not for injured ponies, but what did he know. Still blatantly aware of the strange mare to his side he pushed himself up and out of the bed. He landed of wobbly legs but quickly he readjusted himself and slowly started walking around the room, again catching the attention of the mare. This time instead of trying to physically examine him she left to the room in somewhat of a hurry. He continued to walk around the room taking note of all that he saw and what he didn't see. He was about to try the door to the room when he spotted a strange pony staring at him. It took him a moment to realize that the pony staring at him was actually him looking at himself in a mirror.

"What happened to me." The words played in his head over and over

The pony in front of him barely even looked like him. His mane had grown an exponential amount reaching nearly the floor at its longest. As well his tail had gone through the same change as his mane with it dragging the ground behind him. How he didn't notice these two things before hoof he had no idea. The same could be said for how his coat had changed, it a much light faded blue then before. The thing that shocked him the most however...were his eyes. They weren't their normal purple anymore they looked like his mane and tail. Except instead of just being a pale ghostly white....they seemed to glow with some unknown power; and that scarred him. He was so entranced with his own reflection he didn't hear the door of the room open and close nor the hoof steps behind him. He continued staring deathly into his eyes, their glow entrancing as they shone in the mirror. Even after the ponies that had entered the room stood behind him in plain view of the mirror themselves he still didn't look away from himself. He didn't know how long he'd been staring at himself but what one of the ponies behind him place a hoof on his shoulder it caused him to quite literally jump out of it.

Were it not for the fact the mirror he was starring into was attached to the wall he might have just taken it to the floor with him. As he started to pick himself up he thought he'd herd some sort of laugh or maybe a giggle, he wasn't sure and was more focused on finding out who he assumed were his saviors. Pushing himself up he turned to face the ponies behind him, if only his new mane hadn't gotten in the way. He tried blowing it out of the way but that didn't work. He probably would have let out a grunt of frustration if he could have, but instead continued with his work of removing his mane from his view figuring to just use his hooves. When he had gotten enough out of the way to see who was in front of him again he jumped back, this time about a foot or two, and once again had his view obstructed by his mane. As he once again was forced to the ground by his own nerves and shock again he moved his mane out of the way with total shock in his eyes at the ponies in front of him. Another laugh came from one of the ponies in front of him

"It appears he is having a moment of shock Lulu. At least he's not completely disabled like we had suspected him to be."

"I've told you time and time again I do not like you calling me Lulu not just in public but everywhere. As for his condition I am pleasantly pleased he is alive and well, even if the magic therapy had some unexpected side effects."

"Are they talking about me" he asked himself getting over his shock surprisingly fast.

"Come on Luna, you say you don't like being called Lulu but I can clearly see that you do. And besides if the nurse were hear I wouldn't have said it anyway nor mentioned how you actually like being called it."

"I truly do not know what you mean. And even then what makes the nurse and our new guest any different."

"For one Luna I doubt he can even comprehend what's taking place in front of him if the silence is anything to go by that or he's still in shock. As well he knows no pony in this castle except me and you. And even then he only knows us because we're the princesses. Shall I continue dear sister, because I have a few more reasons if you'd like to hear them."

"You've made your point, you don't have to keep talking."

"Thank you Lulu, I mean Luna."

The tall mare that had finished talking let out a slight giggle at the obvious annoyance givin off by her smaller sisters expression. After the two sisters little verbal bout they both shifted their attention over to Moonbreaker and his odd amount of silence. By now he was back up on his hooves again just starring at the two princesses in front of him. While the three ponies seemed more or less locked in a staring contest Moonbreaker was actually taking advantage of his new found appearance since his eyes were barely noticeable when they were moving and was taking in all he could from the two ponies. They both looked like the ones in his one dream, the last one he could remember before waking up. Just like in his dream the white one was very much taller than both him and the one he determined was called Luna; and just like his dream he was taller than Luna, maybe more than in his dream. He wasn't focused on that at the moment and more on figuring out how to ask why they saved him. Along with that he wanted to know what happened to his family, if he really killed them. Thinking back to his family even for just that moment he felt something about him change ever so slightly. Soon after something had gotten the princesses attention as well.

"Brrr when did it get so cold. Is the window open."

"Even if it was open Luna it's the middle of spring. I highly doubt that a breeze could be that cold at this point in the year."

Moonbreaker didn't understand what they had ment, for he felt nothing. What caught his ear was the case that they had said it was the middle of spring. Was he really unconscious for that long. Yes the nurse said that he'd been bedridden for months but....how. It had only been a few days into the month of Hearths warming when the blizzard hit. Meaning he was out for maybe four or five months. The thought that he might have been out for a slightly longer and or shorter period also crossed his mind but neither really lingered. The two ponies in front of him quickly got past their sudden cold chills and turned their attention back over to Moonbreaker.

"So tell us, what is the name of the pony that my sister had rescued all that time ago."

And this is what he was hoping to have figured out by now. How could he tell them that he can't speak...if he can't speak? He started thinking it over darting his eyes left and right, though the princesses couldn't really notice, and decided to try and tell them with his hooves. He started by pointing to his mouth and once the princesses acknowledged that they saw what he was doing he shook his head left and right hoping that they'd understand what he ment by it.

"Are you trying to say that you can't speak. Or do you wish for something to drink to help clear your throat."

Moonbreaker redid the motion but this time trying to act out some form of word with his mouth. The princess that had asked the question seemed to understand what he ment and summoned a parchment and quill and handed it to him.

"You can't speak, do you at least know how to write especially with your horn the way it is."

He hadn't even noticed or remembered what had happened to his horn. When he reached up to feel his horn he grazed his hoof against one of the edges and slightly cut it. He barely felt the pain and no blood leaked from the cut. He looked onward at it in slight confusion but soon stopped and focused on the writing supplies in front of him and started to write down some short simple sentences using his mouth to write them.

"My name is Moonbreaker. Where am I and what happened to me and my family."

He turned the parchment around for the tall white pony to read. The sentences were barely readable with the ink over the quill spreading outwards from every letter as well as the poor quality of the writing. The quill itself was also nearly ruins it being crushed in all parts but the tip. It took a few seconds for the tall pony to read but after she put her attention to answering his questions.

"It is nice to officially meat you Moonbreaker, I am princess Celestia incase you may have forgotten and this is my sister princess Luna. Luna is the one who saved you those months ago and is also that one that suggested the magic therapy and medicines to heal you."

Celestia stopped talking for only a second, her eyes quickly darting to the side. He barely noticed it, but he knew the motion, he'd done it plenty of times before. She soon seemed to have "remembered" what she was going to say.

"As for you and your family, the magic is what caused the change to your appearance but your family...to put it bluntly we had no clue you had one. When she brought you here my sister had said she found you on the edge of a blizzard."

So he had killed them. The thought should have made him sad but he felt nothing.

"I'm sorry Moonbreaker, but the likely hood of them being alive is very low. Luna said that it was the worst blizzard that she'd seen in centuries. Again I'm sorry."

The room fell silent after that and it stayed that for a minute or so. The two princesses silently left the room leaving Moonbreaker to his own thoughts and actions. He decided to sleep and try to clear his mind. He wasn't sure how ongoing he slept for but when he woke up the light that shown through the window had been replaced with the light of the moon. He walked over to one of the windows and stared up at his only friend. He wished he could be with it or that it could send him back before he made that terrible mistake. After a few minutes he followed his thoughts back to earlier when he met the princesses.

"I knew them and yet I didn't. I felt that I recognized them the second a spotted them. Why did Celestia stop when it came to answering my family. The two of them must be hiding something but I have no way of finding out what it is. Maybe they know more about me then they say, it would explain how I seemed to recognize them so quickly."

He continued talking to himself in his head and mixing thoughts and ideas but nothing came up. After he gave up on figuring his current situation out he just continued to stare up at the moon. If only he knew the Moon was watching him in return. Keeping him safe and calm in this dream he thinks is reality. She wished she could tell him the truth...but what if he didn't accept.

Author's Note

End of part 1