Author's Note

Keep in mind she only grabbed a knife, she is from the Enclave where their choice of currency is still bits.

This is my first attempt at writing a story like this, so if you have some advice please give it.

If you any questions on a character's personality or design I have in mind. Please ask.

The Back story

I am a slave to a cruel and ruthless pony, My master owns a mine where most of his slaves work, some are a little more privileged by living and working in our master's house. My name is Bright Cloud and I am one the "privileged" slaves. I am a little more privileged than some, because I am not forced to work. I am my master's personal plaything.

The story starts above the clouds, with the Enclave, where I was born and raised. I followed all the Enclave laws, well except no going to or helping the surface dwellers. That was an accident, I think. You see, I was knocked unconscious while I was flying between settlements by some sort of beam. The beam was white and circular originating from the surface, I was hit by an object that was sent flying by the blast. Luckily, a pegasus living on the surface saw me falling and caught me before I hit the ground.

When I came to he was sitting next to a fire he had built just outside the building I was in. The Brown pegasus noticed me stir and asked "What are you doing here on the surface?"

I replied ,stumbling over my words," I don't know, I was flying and then I was hit by something. That is the last thing I remember. What was that beam I saw before I was hit?"

"I was hoping you could tell me", after some small talk he told me his name was Dune Hopper. Dune Hopper, Dune for short, had light blue eyes. His tail was a deep blue with red streaks, they apparently represented how many ponies he had killed to save his own life, there were at least fifty. His mane had a grass like green with a blue outline around it surrounded by more deep blue. He would not tell me or let me see his cutie mark even after I showed him mine all he would say was, "It is something you should not see".

The next day, Dune and I went our separate ways. Now that I think about it he never did smile, not even when I had told him a joke. instead he made a sound almost like he had choked on something. He had suggested I "scavenge for supplies", whatever that means. I know Enclave law states go to the surface is illegal, and any who have broken that law have never been seen above the clouds. Going back was not an option, as it was pointless. For the rest of the day I "scavenged" looking around the remains of a town, going from house to house I saw bottle caps, bullets, skeletons, and the occasional knife. I grabbed one of the less blood covered more intact looking knives.

The day after I flew as far as I could, landing in what looked like the remains of a factory. I had fallen asleep in one of the
unlocked rooms on the top floor. I was captured by slavers while I was sleeping in the remains of the factory the next morning before I had woken up. Waking up in a cage with a collar around your neck is not preferred.

The ponies who captured me were surprised how easy it was to get their hooves on such a rare type of pony. Three of my four captors were unicorns and the last was an earth pony. I was caught on their way to sell the slaves they had caught. The other slaves were all earth ponies who had been captured by their own choice. Over the course of three days,while waking through destroyed town after destroyed town being dragged by my captors. I grew close to my fellow prisoners. Their names were: Soul Searcher, Eversmile Jack, and Tree Heart.

Jack was a light green earth pony stallion with black eyes, his mane was a deeper shade of green with brown tips spread randomly about his messy tail and mane. He was always looking at anything he could and would talk about how each color of the wasteland was its very own. His cutie mark was a little hard to see, not because of dust he got on it, but because it was a camouflage pattern that blent in with his coat.

Tree Heart had brown coat that was the almost the same color as fresh wooden fence, her eyes were a light lime green. Her mane and tail were dark green with straight yellow streaks. Her cutie mark was a little oak tree. Tree heart was always nervous wondering what that lump next to that nearby tree was? Could it be a bandit taking a nap, maybe a dead pony, or maybe even a fake pony to lure in unsuspecting victims of an ambush.

Soul Searcher, I just call her Soul, always was asking me about where I came from who am I and just wanted to now more about me. She managed to convince me to tell her I was an Enclave pony, but that is about it. She was light blue pony with eyes of almost the same color. Her mane and tail had a green center with a blue outline around the green just to have purple to surround the whole thing. Her cutie mark looked like a compass except it was purple and blue, apparently she could just "feel" which direction a nearby pony was in. The more she knew about a pony the further away she could "feel them".

After the third day we had made it to my temporary master, who I had very little time to get to know(I didn't even learn his name). Royal Rug, a dark red unicorn that was almost the color of blood. His eyes were lime green. His mane and tail were light blue with dark blue tips, his cutie mark was of a golden rug with a red edge. He offered two of his slaves for me. At first he seemed so kind and loving by giving me a custom collar, black with green attachment rings, however behind closed doors he becomes the cruel stallion I regret meeting.