Patchwork a Thread of Fate

by Dawolves

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, Sad, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Adventure
Length: 1255

A pony awakes unknowning of who he is or how he came to be and starts a journey of self and sentien

A pony that was created? None in Equestria could begin to fathom what forces brought something like Patchwork to life a pony that has no idea who he is or where he hails from just to simply stumble out of Everfree Forest hardly even managing to walk straight or with enough knowledge of his Pegasus wings to just flap them uselessly could such a strange outlandish pony ever find out who he is where and where he came from or better yet, Friendship?

Published 2012-07-20 17:54:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-20 17:54:01 UTC

Chapter 1: Up N' At Em

Patchwork a Thread of Fate
Chapter 1: Up N’ At Em

At first there was nothing, then darkness, all-encompassing darkness but was that a crack of light just now? Could have been but how do you make it come back when you don’t know about anything? Could try doing something besides what it was that you’re doing right now, anything, oh there it is again…..try that again…..yes there it is again, AND AGAIN! What a relief the unknowing pony just realized that the colt could blink and open his eyes and see the forest around him. He takes a gander at all the colors and sounds and the wind blowing against his threaded blond mane. Though why was he so low to the ground, and the world sideways for that matter? Was there anything this helpless pony could do besides look at things? Yes, he thought he could. He wasn’t about to just spontaneously wake up from what felt like a dreamless sleep to just lay there for the rest of his life……however long THAT was supposed to be. The bold pony would again try to do anything with all his might and found that he could move his legs and hooves, well that was a start, now to see if he could right himself and get standing and walking. One thing at a time though “alleyoop” up n’ at em little pony. The shaky pony manages to roll right side up and trying to gauge the weight of his own body trembles standing up and takes a single step, to which he immediately falls flat on his face, one step at a time there little guy. Determined to get moving he gets up again, and with more careful and slow precision he moves a wobbly hoof forward with much better success even though he was shaking like the leaves on the trees. Inspired by his new-found confidence he takes another slow step forward and yet another he was getting close to walking like a champion pony if it were not for the fact that he was stumbling and staggering a few paces to the left and right with each step, you’ll get the hang of it eventually little colt. This however was not without incident and would occasionally fall to the side or back onto his belly, by chance he fell right in front of a puddle that shown brightly in the moonlight over Everfree Forest glittering through the leaves and past the limbs as he gazed into the puddle of water. He stared at himself long and hard wondering if this dusty furred pony was really him taking a look at his hoof then the puddle once more puzzled by his appearance. Normal brown colored eyes but in the center of the darkness of the pupils there looked to be four dots. Stitched on quilt patches that looked like they were part of him yet still sewn on seemed to be on his right front hoof, his left shoulder, his right side and what appeared to be on his stomach as well, wings protruding from his back many of the feathers looking faded and dusty like him yet still colorful like they were hand-me-downs of other ponies like him…could he use these too? There was his dirty blonde mane and tail which seemed real enough in hair but it had almost a thread like quality to it by the way it grew from his body it was as if the divines had sewn each strand of hair into him one at a time. Last but not least there was what unique mark at the flank that all ponies had, the wound up thread and needle being this pony’s cutie mark, all in all an outlandish looking pony for sure but the sense of relief felt in the dusty pony overwhelmed any worrying concern he had about his identity so far and that was when clarity struck him like a bolt of lightning from a storm cloud. He didn’t know who in the world he was, or how he even came to be....

Chapter 2: A Tear

Patchwork a Thread of Fate
Chapter 2: A Tear

All in all an outlandish looking pony for sure but the sense of relief felt in the dusty pony overwhelmed any worrying concern he had about his identity so far and that was when clarity struck him like a bolt of lightning from a storm cloud. He didn’t know who in the world he was, or how he even came to be. But that would have to wait, suddenly there was a howl not too far off in the distance and the pony didn’t reckon he liked the sound of it either as the dusty colt would pick up his clumsy pace by now walking had become somewhat easy even if he would stumble a little but that certainly didn’t feel like it was going to be enough, no, this was going to require him to move those legs faster as he could hear rustling in the bushes and eyes that seemed to follow him as before the frightened colt knew what he was doing he was panting and moving fast, faster than he ever knew he was possible of. The speed would have been exhilarating had it not been terrifying he dared a glance back with those button like eyes to see the shapes of creatures he knew not about or what they were and he was far too frightened to stop and figure it out one thing was for sure, they were very slowly gaining up to him as the howled and barked and snarled, these wood like canine creatures of terror. Things were not looking very well for our little colt so frightened and hunted it seemed like this could have been the end had the dusty Pegasus not spotted what lay ahead and used it out of the urge to survive. A briar patch, looked like it was spreading across that part of the forest like a wall and through was moonlight the colt bolted as fast as he could make his legs move nearly stumbling and falling flat on his face making that the end of it but no, the strange little pony had far too many thoughts and questions he wanted answered in his head now, he took the leap towards the briar patch wall. The Timberwolves would yelp and stop right before the wall as the pony jumped through that tiny opening though too bad it was big enough with a slight “ZRIP!” he found himself safely outside of the forest but looked to his left flank near his cutie mark….a tear…….and what looked to be fluff, not that the fluff bothered him he was more worried about the tear. The fluffy stuffing didn’t appear to be showing signs of leaving the tear as it was too small but left unchecked the colt could fine that the tear could possibly grow and then lead to an ultimately bigger problem. But where would he go? Who would he look for? Were the others like him? There would only be one way to find out, our brave little colt stood up upon his shaky hooves, more out of surprise and weariness from his narrow escape from the Timberwolves. The Pegasus would move on ever determined into tomorrow in which he hoped that things would hopefully get better. Trot on little colt, go seek your tomorrow.