Drew's Tragic Story

Laying over a husk of a corpse, the red unicorn stallion huffed, sobbing. Tears stained his coat as he weeped in sorrow. His own dagger protruded from his chest as he lay over the body beneath him.

He recalls his story as he could feel his blood drain, and his body grow weak.

Suppose this story would be better understood if told from the start, rather than Drew's tragic end.

It all began on the first day he met her...that beautiful white Alicorn. Yes, none other than Princess Celestia.

Drew had been forced into Celestia's Royal Guard by his uncle when his parents were killed in a mugging gone wrong, while his little brother -Also a unicorn- was sent to an orphanage.

Drew hardly remembered the horrible incident that he witnessed that fateful night. He was only eight years old. He saw his parents get murdered right infront of him, and there was nothing the terrified colt could do to stop it.

"Mom... Dad... get up... please.." Drew cried out after the murderer fled. "Why won't you get up?!" The colt asked.

This had been his first encounter with death. He couldn't wrap his young mind around why his mother and father wouldn't get back up.

(Fast forward four years)

Drew stood at attention, now at age twelve, and still a blank-flank. Not a day went by that the other colts in his platoon didn't bust his balls for it, and in turn, not a day went by that he didn't get into a fight over it.

One day, his brother came to visit him, his little brother had run away from the orphanage he was put in by their uncle.
"Pitter Patter, what do you think you're doing here?!" Drew exclaimed, hushing himself afterwards and dragged his little brother into the bushes nearby so they wouldn't be seen.

"I hate it at that fake home big brother, I wanna come live with you!" Pitter Patter said, hugging his big brother. Drew hugged back and sighed.

"I know Pit, but right now neither of us have a choice. Once I can support myself, I swear, I will come take you away from there! However, until then, you have to go back, ok?" Drew said, giving Pitter Patter a stern but concerned look. Pitter Patter sighed and nodded, hugging his big brother once more before sneaking away again.

Drew nods and went to get back to his practices. This however was interrupted moments later when Drew heard his little brother scream in fright. Drew's horn lit up, pulling two daggers from the ponyquinn that was his target practice dummy, and ran towards the increasingly panicked screams of his little brother.

When Drew arrived he growled at the sight of four Changelings surrounding Pitter Patter, and went on the offensive.

The first blow found it's mark, a dagger to the throat of the biggest changeling. Pitter Patter curled up, shaking in fear, and Drew speared another changeling in the chest with a headbutt of his horn. He tossed the gasping and bleeding changeling aside and readied his daggers for another bout with the remaining two while the wounded one began to bleed out.

Before Drew knew it, he was zapped by a green bolt of magic, and found himself stunned. He groaned and struggles to get back up, only to grit his teeth in pain when his jaw was met with hoof after hoof as one of the changelings pumbled at him from above.

His focus was indomitable however, as he levitated one dagger under the changeling above him, and raked the dagger along it's belly from chest to pelvis, gutting it. This coated him in blood.

The final one fled, needing to report back to the hive as a lone survivor.

Once Drew recovered, he checked on a slightly bruised up Pitter Patter, and made sure he was ok. Pitter Patter looked up at his older brother, and his eyes lit up upon seeing his big brothers flank. "Big brother, look!!"

Drew blinked, looking to where Pitter was staring, and his eyes widened.....

(To be continued)