It was a bright morning in Equestria that day. Speda wished she could see it. She was locked up in her cell, waiting for her daily meal, which was the only bright anything in her existence since she was born in this Celestia forsaken cult.

Speda tossed a rock at the wall with her magic, and watched as it clattered back down, but never shattered no matter how hard she threw it. Would be a good weapon, if she could sharpen it. Maybe to end her suffering. But she couldn't force herself to do it.

Now one would think it's a horrible thing for a filly at her age to be thinking such things, but living here, you'd get used to cursing, and having darker thoughts than normal with the way she was raised. She never really understood why she was born the way she was, being a pegasus who could use magic was unheard of, unless one was an Alicorn, but she didn't have a horn at all. It was her eyes from where she possessed magic.

And since she was born in a cult devoted to Nightmare Moon, they were indeed surprised, and intrigued by her existence, so they decided to... 'train' her in the use of powerful magic. They'd taken a multitude of blood samples, and many worse things. How many times she wished she could curl up and die, or do worse things to them, there was no number to explain how many times she thought that.

The cell door opened as a few ponies walked in, one unicorn and two earth pony stallions dressed in the dark robes of their dark mistress of the night, which she found herself disgusted by its existence, but felt something unfamiliar everytime she heard of Nightmare Moon and Princess Luna. And it wasn't discomfort. She felt comforted, and lately she's been having hope for something brighter. Maybe some pony would save her.

But for now that would have to wait. She was brought back to the grueling torturous 'training'. Tick. Tock.

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It's been two years. Not much has changed for the little filly, except for the increasing amount of scars on her body, and her wings. She's a bit more emotionless, but still has that hope for some pony to save her. But they moved somewhere new. With worse ponies. And more torturous activities. She doesn't know how much longer she can last before she breaks. Tick. Tock.

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She's weak. Weak from the pain. Weak from the insults. Her tears have long since dried on her cheeks. She's nine now. Almost ten. Ten long, grueling years of pain and torture. She isn't sure if there is a bright side anymore. She got to see the outside, but not for very long. They're at a cave where almost no pony would be able to see anything, unless one went out of their way.

Her throat is hoarse from all the screaming. Would anypony hear her? Would anypony care? She doesn't know anymore. Tick. Tock.

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She broke. All around her are the flayed and torn bodies of the ponies who hurt her. Blood soaked in her own bleeding hooves from where they cut into her. Her tears separated the blood coating her face. Her eyes seemed to glow in to grim room, from where she was chained. It was her eleventh birthday today. She collapsed to the floor soon after, with the faint sounds of yelling ponies and a soft motherly sounding voice called her to her dreams.

She felt at peace. Happy even. But she would never forget her years living in the Cult. And if anything was to go by, her new cutie mark would remind her every waking minute of every day after she wakes up. Her waiting is over.

Author's Note

This is my attempt at a better fleshed out story than my other one. Of course this is just the Prologue to the real story, this is how her life was meant to start.

Comment what you think dear readers, Speda Hooves signing off for Chapter One