Author's Note

WARNING
This chapter contains hints of sexual and physical abuse on a minor. If that is not anything you want to read skip over any text Like this. after that will be normal text in which any random Joe and enjoy. Please, have fun when reading and do not force yourself to read the first half.

City of the Dead

Death. The stench of it was everywhere. Flies buzzed and magots crawled, the only other sound being the wind, and the sound of a little girl crying. Streets once filled with people, the castle looming above as a ever beacon of Civilization, now lay silent. The thatch roofs of the market had no traders, no children playing in the street. Even the criminals and beggars were gone. Only Death remained. Death, and the little girl crying.

"I didn't mean to... I just wanted him to stop. I didn't mean to..." The girl cried, curled up in a corner in a castle suite. On the bed was what once was a archduke, His chest torn open as organs spilled out of the cavity, bone bearly holding the dead meat on the body, his Clothes gone and missing, and what remained of the ten year old's clothes torn at the body's feet.

This was not the first time the archduke had done this act. Everytime she wasn't being forced to use her talents, everytime someone else wasn't beating her because she couldn't do the spell they wanted done, he would come in. One time she had started to get sick, and her belly grew, before the archduke beat her stomach over and over again until she started to bleed. She just wanted it to end.

But it would never end. She was Awakened. A human with magic beyond the norm. A human who could learn and master all types of magic in little time, and whose reserves were thought to be endless. She was a tool, and was told that from the moment they found she was one at the orphanage. She was only seven when that happened.

For three years she was abused. The archduke was not the only one who made her feel violated, just the most common one. Others used her for her magic, used her to take out aggressions as they knew she could heal herself. And she knew that this was going to be her life until she died, looking no older than a woman in her thirties and really being well over five thousand. Such was the fate of the last Awakened until she consumed the black Lotus flower and died. But... She lever wanted those who were innocient to hurt because of her.

As she laied there crying, lost and alone, a single string of rainbow light flowed into the world. Something was here, it felt it among the dead world, ignoring the corpses of human and animal alike. It came across the crying child, so full of magic, yet, so broken. Gently, the rainbow light touched her head, causing her to fall asleep before it wrapped around her, clothing her is a basic dress and cloak. It placed the only object of significance to the girl, a worn, old, small leather back journal in her arms before it wisked her away, and the world was left to rot.

Celestia sighed. It was another one of those days. Some 'nobles' were bickering about some minor problem, waisting time she could be using to help folk who actually need it. She glanced to her side to see her sister Luna also in the same situation, but less able to hide her distaste. This brought a smile to the Solar Diarch's face.

She spoke up. "I'm sure Count Vastata and Duchess Stultus we can continue this debate over which is the better ice cream flavor, but court is ajurning. Please return another day with your problem." Celestia spoke with practiced ease, her legs crossing as she rested on her hand.

"Why, of course princess." They said, almost sounding rehearsed with how timed it was before the two left.

"A thousand years and that is what nobles have been reduced to." Luna groaned. "Whatever happened to Nobles earning their title, to most having once been just a common pony with big dreams, one who achieved Nobility through Noble acts?" The lunar Alicorn huffed before blowing some of her mane out of her eyes.

"I am afraid years of peace, and I being too dolting dear sister." Celestia sighed.

"We could always purge the system...." Luna mentioned.

"Luna!"

"What, we've done it before. Remember that time we started our own revolution against ourselves? Or how about-"

Whatever the Lunar princess was about to say was cut off by the sound of glass shattering. The two sat up straight as through a window, a string of rainbow light flowed in through a hole it had made. It hovered above before circling slowly to the floor, coming to rest at the base of the steps of the thrones. With a small flash, the whisp of magic was gone, and in it's place was a crying little girl wearing a cloak, one of a species niether princess reconised. The two stood up and rushed down to the child. It's hair was a raven black as her skin was a pale off white. Her face was not muzzled like that of most of inhabitants of Equis, and for a moment her (at least they assumed it was a her based off the dress) eyes flickered open, revealing a pair almost glowing purple eyes.

With a cry the girl tried to back up. Get away, anything. Acting on instinct, Celestia and Luna began to sing. Their words, while not understood by the child, relaxed it enough to start to calm down. The girl slowly started to drift off.

"What is she?" Luna asked once they had gotten the child to fall asleep. She cradled the child in her arms as she stood up, her sister standing with her and brushing off her dress.

"I do not know Luna." She said before noticing something the child dropped. Picking it up, she opened to the first page. "But I think I know what to call her."

"And what name is that?" The Night princess asked as Day handed the journal over, showing a beautifully sketched drawing of a lotus flower.

"Black Lotus."