Twilight charged at her enemy. She eyed him for weaknesses but found almost none. She could see muscles lining his body and his movements were fast and sharp, not leaving any room for mistakes.
She glanced up at the cloudy rainy sky, the rain making the street around her shimmer in the moonlight. It was cold but the small pony kept walking, heart warm. Soon she would be at their meeting place.
A purple hoof slammed into the ground. The pony in charge turned in a tight circle keeping an eye out for her opponent. He could move at almost impossible speeds. She could barely follow him with her eyes.
He handed her a small slice of the white cake and she nibbled it silently. He looked at her, concern lighting his gaze. He could read her like an open book. As much as she tried to hide it he could tell that something was worrying her.
Leaping back the blow aimed at her chest just slightly missed. The aim was perfect. Had it hit Twilight would've been winded, not dead though. A blow like that could not kill her.
She could feel her father's gaze watching her, judging her every move. It made her nervous, more likely to make mistakes. But she kept moving. He hooves kept slamming into the post. It was mindless. One of the few things that was in this world where every word was judged.
Their hooves clashed mid air. A screeching sound filled the air. It was horrible but neither pony flinched, they just kept going. Their wars were dulled by years of harsh training.
The room was alight with the sounds of drinking and loud voices. Her best friend sat next to her, a small drink nursed in her blue magic. She spared a glance at her friend and saw the pony staring at the stallions. They were quite impressive true. All dressed in their finery. She sighed. Her mind was here but her heart somewhere else entirely.
She knew that she could kill him with one spell. She had done it with enemies in the past. Twilight felt her hooves hit the hard, sun scorched Earth. This was not the type of place for one to die.
A hoof was placed around her shaking shoulders. She glanced up to see his eyes bright with worry. This made her cry even harder. Who was she to have such boundless love?
Twilight felt her eyes straying to his head. It was plain but round, sort of like a child's. However his eyes spoke of years of hardship. She wasn't surprised. He was lacking in the area most important in this world. He was deemed a slave. Now a traitor.
She was wearing her best clothes for celebration. As she walked down the hall she could feel many stares on her back. But her eyes were looking somewhere else. For in the corner of the room was a pair of blood splattered chains.
Flinching was Twilight's only response as his eyes bore into her own. They were filled with hate. A displaced kind of hate that shouldn't have been there- that wouldn't have been there in a different place. She knew she diserved it but it felt like a blow to the gut.
How dare he!? She could feel herself shaking with fury as she stared at her father. This wasn't right! She wanted to argue but she knew it would not get her anywhere. Money truly did make this selfish world go round.
Twilight gasped in pain as all the air was knocked out of her body. It hurt more than she would think especially considering who it was that hated her so much.
The stallion in front of her was perfect in her father's point of view. He was orange and decorated with medals. The highest bidder. She, after all, was just a prize to be won. The most important thing, however, was the horn sitting atop his head.
Twilight closed her eyes as she wasn flung into the dirt. Her enemy was leaning over, ready to kill. She could see him preparing his small knife but, in a moment of weakness, he froze and she used this to her advantage.
Once again she stood in front of her father but this time he was the one trembling in fury. She was told manu things she had done wrong but seemingly the one he kept coming back to was falling in love with a mud pony.
The roles were reversed. Twilight stood over him, holding a knife in her purple magic. Her opponent looked up at her anger in his eyes. His eyes told her to do it. Too bring the knife down.
A fight to the death is what her father said. Love between a higher and a slave was not allowed. Mud ponies were only good as slaves he said. To treat them as anything else was unwise. She was stupid he said.
The knife rushed down towards his heart.
The purple pony readied herself. The crowd of unicorns and pegasus were cheering. For them it was just another match.
The pony -her opponent just accepted his death. To him and many others this was a normal way to die.
The dirt floor was hard under her hooves. In her peripheral she could see her father standing there a small smile on his face.
And then it was all over. The knife ended it's vicious path. He made no noise and Twilight could hear the crowd roaring around her.
It wasn't fair to her.
To see her loved one on the floor just because he was an earth pony.
But that was the way of the world.
Unicorns were more powerful and therefore better.
He was just another sacrifice for the greater good.
And that was a fact she was determined to change.
As she stepped out of the arena and into the waiting gaze of her father, she realized that something had to change else the world would be stuck in a constant state of imbalance.
She was but one little pony but her ideas were bigger than her body and she no longer wanted to just sit there and let others do the work for her. It was time for her to do something and that she would.
