A familiy that descended from the night

Painting Night Stream sets a large box down on the dining room table. The mother of four wiped the sweat that was forming onto her brow. Looking around their new home once more Night couldn't help but smile to herself. It took several months of hard work, but eventually, she was able to earn enough money to move. Unfortunately, it was only enough to get them something decent. This was due to her job. You see like I said earlier speciesism comes in many different forms. One of these forms is income. If a pony were to work at a job filled with other ponies they were being paid just like everyone else. However, replace that pony with a Griffin, and he or she will be paid less. This doesn't extend to just ponies either. This type of discrimination is a common practice among even the most common jobs. As such it furthers the divide of other species. The witch creates a hostile environment for all parties involved. Night Stream worked at a bar for the past three years. Barley affording enough money to feed her children let alone pay the bills. To have a roof over their heads there would be days where the entire family would miss entire meals. That alone was the toughest thing to bear for Night Stream. The guilt and shame of not being able to feed her children were enough to make her physically sick.

What made it even worse is how they slowly began to get used to it.

Unfortunately, that wasn't her only problem. You see the owner of the said bar was a pony. A pony who would often, acquire a few favors here and there. Those favors tended to be the more physical variety. If Night refused she would be fired on the spot. Once that happened it would take her weeks to find another meme of employment. In doing so she could run the risk of being evicted.

That in itself is practically a death sentence.

Targeted attacks at night are essentially commonplace.

Especially if you enter the wrong area.

Sensing someone coming Night turns. Only to see her son enter with a couch held in his grip. The mare couldn't help but smile. It's times like these when she couldn't help but marvel at her son's, strength.

"You can put the couch over here dear."

Night gestures towards a spot on the other side of the room. Nodding Strong walked over before gently setting the couch down. Once done the earth pony glanced around the living room. His eyes taking in every inch of the place. However, Night noticed that his ears were up and alert.

A sign that meant he was on guard.

Night frowned.

"Dear there's nothing to worry about, I checked every room in the house."

Upon hearing this Strong nodded. However, his posture didn't change.

Sighing Night focused back on the task at hand.

Just as she did this however both mother and son heard a loud bang coming from upstairs.

They froze.

A long moment of silence pass.

Suddenly a loud feminine voice can be heard upstairs.

"MY BAD!"

Upon hearing her youngest daughter's voice Night sighed in relief. Night looks over at Strong. Said pony looked more relieved than she did.

If such a thing we're possible.

"Honey do me a favor and make your sister is okay." Pausing for just a second Strong nod before making his way towards the stairs. Night watched him leave. Only now realizing that he didn't say a word to her.

She frowned. Wishing that he was more vocal towards her like he was with the rest of his siblings.

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"It would be great she said a fresh start she said."

Moonlight muttered under her breath.

A knock on the door caused the filly to look up.

"Who is it?!"

"Me" a quiet voice answers.

"It's unlocked!" Moonlight shouted. The filly wasn't exactly in the best of moods. With that said she could use a little help unpacking.

The door opens. A second later the all too familiar figure of her older brother walks into the room. His movements are slow as he gazed around the room. The room itself was small with a lot to be desired.

Which is why Moonlight hated it.

'Mind helping me out here?" The filly asked. Gesturing towards the dozen or so boxes that covered nearly the entire room.

Strong nods.

With that, the two began working together.

After 15 minutes of nothing but silence, Moonlight spoke up.

"You don't like it here" it was more of a statement than a question.

Strong paused.

Moonlight shrugged.

"I don't either." I mean come on you can't tell me that this place won't turn out like our old home."

Strong hummed.

"Sooner or later some asshole is gonna come along and cause trouble."

Strong drowned. In reality, he knew that Moonlight was right. However, it's not like it's their mother's fault. Blaming her for something she couldn't control would be irrational. It's not like she wants them to put in any type of danger. However, when living through a society that's built upon tearing its citizens apart there's not much you could do. It's also very telling how instead of promoting peace those upon the higher hierarchy simply sit here and do nothing. When you have those in power who speak as if they are a part of the community but in the end when there's an opportunity for actual change no one gets up and does it. Yet you have those who still believe and follow those at the top. Even if it's a proven fact that they don't care about anyone but themselves. When it comes to a point where certain group bands together to fight for the change they are labeled as aggressors and unreasonable. All it takes is for a few people to mess up for the entire movement to be labeled as a joke. Not knowing that at the end of the day the people in charge done that for one reason and one reason only.

Power.

The people in charge fear that sooner or later they might have their power taken away from them. So to combat this they spread misinformation and or pay others to do the dirty work for them. All while constantly fighting each other on opposite ends. Making it seem like there against one another. Forcing people to take sides. People who failed to realize that at the end of the day it's all a front. The only reason their fighting in the first place is so they can claim that they are fighting for the rights of the public. People with the same belief system will support one of them believing that they have similar goals.

Grow in number create conflict stays in power.

A coin that has different sides is still a coin at the end of the day.

Strong blinked realizing that Moonlight was staring right at him. An eyebrow raised. Strong blushed upon realizing she was waiting for his reply.

Clearing his throat the stallion spoke.

"Not her fault."

Moonlight stared.

Strong knew that she wanted more than that. For some reason his family always wanted him to fully voice his thoughts instead of cutting them down to size. Even after all these years, that's the one thing he constantly struggled with.

With that in mind, Strong spoke. Telling her everything that was on his mind. All though he was somewhat uneasy while doing so.

As he did this Moonlight goes over to her bed. There is a large brown suitcase opening it the filly reaches inside. Once he was done she spoke. "Well in any case when trouble comes ill be ready."

With that, the mare pulls out a deadly-looking switchblade. Looking it over the filly smiles.

"After all in this world, it's us vs everyone else.