The feel of a light sting wakes bluebooks from his resting spot. He had claimed a rock and used it to shelter himself from the high winds and blinding sun, though, the pelting of sand against his coat had roused him from a restless sleep. Bluebloods eyes open to be greeted with nothing but yellow sand and crimson rocks.

"It... It wasn't a nightmare, my auntie really has been mind controlled. No doubt the work of those disgusting bugs, I mean she wouldn't ever b-banish a colt she raised herself... Right?" Bluebooks asked his shadow as his pride controlled his thought process.

As bluebooks rose from his spot, sand falls off of his now ruined white tuxedo. He takes another small gulp of water from his pocket flask. Pulling out his compass he watched the needle and speculated that due to the location he is in the closest settlement would be the Griffin Empire.

"Hmpf, If I must deal with overgrown chickens to return my auntie to her mind then I shall sacrifice my dignity and allow Griffin's to serve my royal self," Bluebooks said to convince himself as he walked towards what he assumed was the Griffin Empire.

The hoof prints he made would become invisible within minutes of creation due to the swirling wind, light enough that it wouldn't send sand at a speed to hurt or become hazardous yet, strong enough that it would shift the sands to remove any tracks.

"This is unbefitting of a Prince, such tyranny will not pay off, I shall remove the filth from my aunties mind. Bugs or no," Bluebooks said with determination, his inability to see the crimes he committed prevailing.

Moving through a desert is deadly to those that have no knowledge of the land, luckily Blueblood's talent involves locating things, given his lifestyle he never used it so much, so it wasn't a surprise to find out that his assumption that he was near the griffons empire was incorrect, instead he simply wondered until he passed out, he was unable to ration the water for long and now he lay's on dry cracked ground, the blistering gaze of his aunty's sun still looming over him.

Now a lone figure approaches the former prince, a reflective band around their hoof as the figure propped the banished pony on their back before walking back the way they came.

All blueblood could see was darkness before him, and the whispers of his mind, he was never sure what to do until he thought things over, but that was a long time ago. Soon the darkness faded as he opened his eyes to that of a sandstone roof, and the afternoon sun streaming through the window, sitting up he found himself on a makeshift bed with a scratchy blanket woven from some type of grass. there was a small wooden bedside table to his left with a clay bowl with water in it.

Without thinking he reached with his magic and brought the bowl over, sitting himself up he drank as fast as he could until his thirst was quenched, not even realizing that the water was tinted a light blue. Once finished he placed the bowl back on the shelf and inspected his surroundings. A 'humble' as some ponies would put it, room was what he found, made out of sandstone, one window to his left but no glass just a hole in the wall large enough to squeeze through, aside from the bed and table there was nothing else, a fact that stupified him, how anyone could live with this was insane to him.

Getting off the bed and stretching he suddenly felt ill, he dry-heaved, thinking fast he pulled the bowl back to his face and vomited a black sludge that had a vague magic aura around it. Disgusted by it he shoved the bowl under the weak frame of the bed before he opened the wooden door and left the room.

"Ahh, I see you have awoken. Please sit, tell me young one, why did I find you, face first in the wastes. Looking at your apparel I would have assumed you would be well off, and not forgotten in these wastelands." an old Zebra mare, leaning on a rickety staff held in front of her said, Blueblood was about to reply but he lost his voice once he saw her eyes. Whiter than snow and yet still they held an air of wisdom... Blueblood was not wise enough to notice, only believing her to be blind.

"You, blind mare. Tell me what is this place." Blueblood's demanding tone caught the mare off-guard before she chuckled and leaned forward on her staff.

"Ahh, I now see why we found you out here. Come, sit tell me all about how dreadful the world has treated you, I'll listen." The older mare turned and hobbled to a well-used rocking chair.

"Fine, I might as well indulge you with my story. Besides, it's not like you'd know anything about what I've been through." Bluebloods with his mind sharp as ever, made his way to the only other chair in the room and sat down and put his hooves on the table.

"Well, it must have started after the invasion of canterlot, it was invaded by those mind eating parasitic insects-"

"And then the guards, which mind you are dumber than a rock, left me out here. And that's how I ended up here." Blueblood recounted, not realizing that the mare he was talking to was in fact quite asleep and snoring really loud.

"Eh what- I'm awake I swear. Oh, that's right, now I know what you've been through is tough Mr.Blueblood."
The mare was cutoff when Blueblood interjected.
"That's Prince Blueblood." the old mare continued
"That's nice dear, but out here your not, now let me continue."

"Excuse me, I am Prince of Equestria and I demand to be noticed as such." Blueblood practically screamed at the old mare, before throwing a rock at her with his magic. only to notice that she moved her staff about three inches to the left and when the stone hit she nudged her staff to the right and then deflected the rock back into his face.

"GAhh, How did you do that you wench," Blueblood shouted, his nose dripping a few drops of blood as he held his hoof to his nose to stop the bleeding.

"I may be unable to see with my eyes, but that doesn't mean I'm blind to the world, Mr.Blueblood, I'm also a have little to do, and I made a vow to look after all who lose their way, so it looks like you're stuck with me now, unless you want to go back out to that wasteland.

"I would much rather the wasteland that then your horrid company," Blueblood then got up from his chair and made for the door.

"Good luck out there, and here take this, I did you a favor and filled it back up for you." the kindly mare offered him his flask, now no longer empty. Blueblood simply snatched the bottle back and stuck it in his now completely ruined tux, before he opened the door and left the old mare alone in her home.

Author's Note

Blueblood is dumber than most but knows a few fancy words and such... not a good 'people person' per say.

sorry about my chapters always being so short, I know how annoying that can be.