Flyte

The teacher whom I was told was a Ms. Cherilee was going on about poems and how majestic and yada yada. I wasn't paying attention, right now I was busy watching the orange and purple filly next to me. She seemed to have changed a bit, her wings had grown longer as well as her limbs. On top of that she had small claws forming on her hooves and her body seemed to have become a bit more angled and aerodynamic. I watched her for a little while via peripheral vision. It was warm out and apparently the school house didn't have indoor cooling. I sighed as I felt sweat on my face.

45 minutes and 3 classes later we heard the midday bell signaling lunch break. I sighed, I had no idea where lunch was, I was hungry and I had to dodge several more spit bullets by an unknown assailant that seemingly shared all of my classes. As I got up and stretched my back and only my back I heard a boisterous voice call. "Hey wanna grab some lunch together?" I looked at the owner after i heard satisfying pops from my back. I relied with a shrug of my head. "Sure! by the way, where is the lunch room anyway?" I asked, trying to pile on more information now so I wouldn't have to ask later. The filly giggled a bit and started walking away, motioning for me to follow. I just shrugged and walked after the tomboyish filly.

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Scootaloo watched the colt out of the corner of her eye. He was just a tad taller than most other colts but he was much different in comparison. The other colts for starters, didn't have large leathery dragon wings for one. She shifter her gaze to look at his midsection. He had a look of hidden power to him as he shifted restlessly in his seat. She noticed while looking up, that his mane had seemingly bled out. She remembered the other day when they first met, back then he had a stunning emerald green mane. Now it seemed like it was seeping away, being replaced instead by gleaming silver. The hair around his head was already showing the silver underneath but the thick of his mane was an mixture of silver and green. It had a look of natural beauty as the green streaked through the silver. It complemented his dark brown coat and blue eyes rather nicely.

She found her thoughts wandering as she was suddenly snapped back to reality by the bell. She quickly got up from her seat, gathering what little courage she had. She nonchalantly made her way up to him and asked, surprisingly he replied rather quickly. his eyes still bore into her so she quickly turned away and made him follow as she sought out both Sweetie Belle and Applebloom. She found the duo complaining outside of Ms. Strict's algebra class.

"Ah jus don't get it! Why in the name of Celestia would we ever need to learn how to divide years by income rate?" Complained Applebloom, illustrating with her hooves. She was quickly tapped in the side by Sweetie Belle who had spotted the duo approaching through the bustle of foals and fillies. "Hey Scootaloo! Who's the guy?" Asked Sweetie, eyeing the strange colt quietly, he just have her a lopsided grin as he started introducing himself. "Hello ladies! My name is-"

He was cut off as Scootaloo cut in. "He's a new friend I made! I was just inviting him for lunch!" She said, her voice brimming with excitement. "Hey! Do you have a cutie mark?" Asked Applebloom, quickly changing the course of the conversation.

He seemed to wince as his ears flopped to the sides of his head. "Actually no I don't have one." He said she could see that he was half expecting the trio to start laughing. Instead, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo gave him smiles that broke the laws of physics as they shouted in unison.

"[GASP!] NEITHER DO WE! MAYBE YOU COULD JOIN US! THEN WE'D BE THE CUTIE MARK QUARTET!

CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS QUARTET! YAY!" They shouted completely unaware of their surroundings, it had become instinctive to the trio.

He winced after they were done. Scootaloo thought that maybe they had scared him off when he gave a big smile and shouted. "Really? I can join?!? YAY!" He said, returning their shouts. The quartet's celebration was cut short as they heard a sneering voice call out.

"Well welll welll, if it isn't the Cutie Dorks!" Sneered hot iron. He was a jet black colt with a steaming hammer for a cutie mark. The quartet heard snickers, Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, and Scootaloo all cringed as they knew what was coming. Already they heard the snickers from the gathering crowd of ponies. The strange colt by their side just stared at the newcomer with an impassive face.

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I felt me heart grow cold as I stared at the black colt now making his way over to where we were standing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Sweetie Belle and Applebloom start shuddering while Scootaloo glared at the new arrival.

"Hey Cutie Dorks! You should keep it down! Me and my friends are trying to get some lunch!" He shouted, his ego and bravado growing minute by minute as he continued verbally assaulting the trio. For some reason he was ignoring me which was a bad idea and i'll tell you all why later.

"Leave us alone Iron! I already paid you our lunch money for the week." Said Scootaloo, her voice quivering a little as the taller colt started moving into her personal space, staring down at her. "If you don't I-I'll tell Ms. Cherilee!" She said, her voice was now shaking almost as much as her body. The offending colt laughed harshly. "You know you won't or else I'll beat you like I did before." He said, smacking his fore hooves together to prove his point. I heard a gasp as Applebloom spoke, I rotated my head. Sweetie Belle was holding her hooves to her mouth, shock in her eyes. Applebloom had an expression of extreme worry. "Scootaloo, is that true?" She asked softy, moving closer to her friend.

Scootaloo cringed, she didn't want her friends to find out. She sighed as she began explaining. "Iron said that if I paid him triple the lunch money, he would leave us alone." She said, her voice tearing.

By now I was past the point of caring, the only thoughts running through my mind were cold calculating thoughts. For example;

1.I wonder how far he'll fly if I throw him.

1. Is there anything I could use as a sword?

2. I wonder how hard I'll have to bend him before his bones break.

Cold fury couldn't do the anger I felt justice. I watched like a hawk watching his prey, waiting for an opportune moment.

Let me explain something before I start describing what happened then and there.

My father, however monstrous he was, trained me like a spartan. He forced me into death fights on a daily basis and taught me how to wield a sword, staff, and any type of weapon and weapon variant used by the royal equestrian army. On top of that, he would never feed me so I had to steal food on a daily basis, he told me that this taught me how to be stealthy and he was right. AND STILL on top of that he would make me run mile after mile after mile, do push-up after push up.

The only explanation he offered was that he was 'getting me ready'. Due to his training, I became stronger, faster, sneakier than any citizen should be during a non-war time period. I had also killed before but that's a story for another time.

Back to the present.

I watched, silently tensing my legs as I sensed the stand off reaching an apex. Applebloom watched in horror as the colt sneered and smacked Scootaloo, sending her flying into a nearby door. 2 other colts made their way out of the large crowd that had gathered, making their way over to Sweetie Belle and Applebloom. I started moving towards them as I heard him call out.

"You forgot to pay us so it's time fore the punishment!" he shouted, punching Scootaloo in the side, she remained quiet.

I ran into the first colt, a large dark yellow colt. He had a piece of plywood with a nail sticking through it for a cutie mark. I grabbed him with one fore hoof. My draconic strength as well as what my father put me though made him feel like paperweight as I threw him against a locker nonchalantly. I felt my mane become warmer and warmer. I reached the second colt who was much smaller but still larger than the two fillies. He was velvet blue with a rag for a cutie mark. I tapped him on the shoulder as he reared up, intent on bringing his hooves down on Applebloom as she cowered in a corner. He whirled around to face me, only to be indented into the wall courtesy of my punch. I then made my way over to the dark colt still punching and bucking Scootaloo. I heated up my flamatory glands and breathed a lick of black fire onto his mane. I then pulled him off Scootaloo and pinned him a few feet off the ground against a locker. He struggled and squirmed for a bit before remembering the black fire which was now burning his tail.

I hissed into his ear.

"Hurt my friends and I will kill you." I said as calmly as I could which was pretty calm.

"Better yet, If I see you hurt anypony, anypony at all I. Will. Kill you" I said again, enunciating every word.

Now let me tell you something. Nothing scares anypony more than a calm killer. And that was what I was at the moment.

I saw the fear, then anger pass over his features as he smirked, still paying no attention to the fire now engulfing his back.

"My papa's gonna get you first though." He said, snorting in satisfaction. That was when I decided to show him the full scope of my wrath.

Now I can breathe two different types of flame. 1 is white fire which won't hurt anything I don't want to hurt. If it comes in contact with skin the bearer will only feel a cool sensation like a chilly breeze. 2. Blackfire is fire a raging inferno that will consume anything and everything it touches.

On top of that it burns and hurts like Luna.

He screamed as I breathed more blackfire into his face. He squirmed even more now as he tried to get free. I dropped him and watching him squirm on the floor. The crowd frozen to place by the shock of what was occurring. I watched him squirm for a bit before I decided he had suffered enough. I breathed extinguishing white fire onto him.

An interesting fact is that my white fire acts like a healing spell. Repairing muscle, bone, and skin it comes in contact with. I watched as the black flames engulfing him transformed into white ones, healing him. After another minute he could be seen still squirming and crying on the floor. The flames had left him so everypony could see him tearing up and crying. I quietly made my way right next to him. He looked at me, the fear evident in his eyes.

"M-m-m-m-m-my p-p-p-papa's gonna get you! He's gonna get you real good!" He shouted, tearing out of there like he had seen a demon. Heh, he was right on the demon part.

After my adrenaline stopped pumping I looked around at all the scared faces staring at me with shock, disgust and fear.

I sighed. I couldn't believe myself. I had stooped to their level.

I had stooped to my father' level.