The Cursed Tale of Phantoka

You walk down the streets of Fillydelphia, you've heard about her, read her books that explain her wild adventures  in her life of both moments that describe heaven or hell. You though to yourself.

"Why would a mare this strong, this bold, write books about her life like its some sort of fairy tale?" Finding  your destination, you move down the road the house is located on, after about 3 minutes you've approached the house. You pause.

"Well she appears to  be home noticing the dim orange lighting inside. You take one short but heavy breath and say to yourself. "Okay I can do this, cant be some crazy bitch can it or is she some dark web crazy mare?" The only way finding out is knocking on the front door.

Bracing yourself, you approach up to the door steps and walk up them. You knock 3 times to signal your presence clearly. After about 10 seconds the door makes a "click" and you hear the knob twisting as it opens up slowly.

A form of a old mare appears in front of you. "Hello?" She says with timid slightly scratchy tone. To your perspective of her she looks about in her mid fifties maybe sixty and looked very fit for her body.

You reply. "Hello ma'am,  I was told to come to you by one of your secret friends named Rory." Her face grows straight and bold with small concern.

"I'm here to know about the story behind your books that you published in the Library, the reason why you decided to record your life in a book." She looked both ways cautiously and gave a head motion signal to quickly come in.

You step inside and she shuts the door and gestures to the couch.

"So, your probably wondering... who am I? Why am I so known for who I am? And what my life is really like?" "Well I guess since your here in my house, I will tell you why I'm so grey and grim of my words and tone."

It all started long ago, right when I was first born. My mother was giving birth to me in the hospitals of Fillydelphia. Ah yes the smell of the air in the town was priceless, everything was so ...peeeerfect!

Late that night on a Friday, what was the date? If I recall it was the thirteenth? Yes, yes it was! Friday the 13th of 1979. Mother gave birth to me. Sadly, things weren't so bright.

I was born yes but there were consequences for me living. I could still feel the remainders of my mothers hooves holding me tightly, I couldn't stop crying.

My head really hurt, its probably one of the worst births I've ever was told about in my life. Yes it is true, I was born on my mothers death bed. My horn was very badly damaged.

The doctors thought I wouldn't be able to use magic. The front of my horn snapped. However, I still had the ability to use magic, but not so well.

Every time I'd used it, my vision would glitch and static and fade like a TV screen slowly dying, sometimes I even blacked out afterward at times.

However, I had this special talent no other filly or foal had. I had the ability to see a mirror of this world.

Your probably thinking if your in the real world, no no no that's not how it works, you see, everything would remain the same except I would see a fabric looking see through blanket cover the surroundings of my vision and it was like as if I was in a world of decay.

Everything and every pony was the same, but it was all black and white, but not like you would see on a TV. Their would be flashes, as if there was a storm but I saw no lighting, this would randomly occur frequently.

Others would still see me but, whenever it would happen, I couldn't physically interact with anything. Although it was weird because everything was still solid, it was like being a ghost.

I wouldn't phase through anything. My filly hood was hard growing up, foals bullying me just because I have a messed up horn. If I'd ever flaunt my wings no pony talked about me because they secretly know deep down, I'm an Alicorn and I'm better than them.

Although I'm a Alicorn, my mental state was screwed up and I couldn't use magic for a bit. I could fly decently, but not as good as that famous Rainbow Dash you hear about on the news.

I was raised at a adoption home in Cloudsdale. Although at times I would always go to Fillydelphia to hang out with unicorns and pegasi,

and earth ponies alike. Still as a filly, I had friends. I didn't see them much. When I was in my teenage years things got very complicated.

I started doing activities more. I'd have to take a flying class everyday and always come home with a heavy bag full of homework that weighed

over 10 pounds. none the less I still did what i was told and did my homework like I needed to. My social skills were good in standard terms but

it was as if I had learned nothing when i tried to get a mare friend or a friend.

Every pony now a days are being total dumb asses now, you got people on the internet shitting on the weak, acting as if life is meant to be for

shitting on the weak.

I wasnt treated any differently, the only mares that wanted me were low class hookers or prostitutes, not that I hate mares. Its just when you have guys that call mares bitches or horses or hoes, you start to hate those kinds of groups.

why cant any pony here learn about what the real definition of friendship means, take a look at the mane 6, they have tones of friends but oh when they leave every pony acts like they don't even exist except for some groups of the social life.

Sometimes I have bad dreams about this shitty society, wishing every pony would just die, and by every pony mean most of the punks I know hate me.

I wish I could just take a knife cut they're lungs open and take out they're still beating heart. Being a mare in my filly hood was never exciting, I had day dream nightmares that will occur if I space out for to long.

I'm starting to think this all has to do with my horn because every pony treats me like shit because its all broken and shattered when they don't even know I have the power to escape from them in what I call the void.

I'd use it when ever some pony jumps me and oh I would sit there taking all the punches, the reason why is... pain was never a feeling. When in the void and the real world, it was if the feeling sense was taken out but everything else is still there. strange is it not?

Now I probably got you thinking,why do I sound so violent with my life? Because this is how I am, but I do have moments where its "sunshine and Rainbows". You see my life isn't all grim...