“What makes a monster different from a villain?
A villain has a goal, interests, motivation that drives them to make the wrong decisions and choices by perspective.
But what about Monsters? What do they have that's different from a villain?”

Location: ???? : Ruins of The Stitchings Manor

“I don't remember much of my youth, but I do remember one thing, and it was when the ‘Great Noble pony’ of the manor along with his wife and daughters hated me; well, I wouldn't say hate is the most powerful word for how they felt of me but the one pony that 'even though she wasn't a pony' always treated me well and cared for me in that entire manor was Zara, a zebra. Still, enough of this monologuing of unimportance, why not start where it began when I began to take my first steps on my hooves.“

~~~Flashback to the past~~~

POV: Thing

From the moment I was just nothing but foal I remember Zara teaching me to speak at least some equestrian language starting at the simple basic phrases and words that all young foals learn; basic greetings, goodbyes and some numbers along with counting, she wasn't the best teacher persay nor a care taker she was the only one that cared for me but the one thing was her teaching me of her zebra kin tongue and of her ways but the one thing she knew was in order for me to live in that damned manor was to work as a servant for that accursed noble family was to serve them and there biddings, to which she taught me how to walk on all four of my hooves at least to a descent still wobblily but through days I learned to handle to just a light walk and trot but the most challenging thing was holding things with my hooves to balance them on my hooves but blessed by the sun herself, I was a unicorn to which through an extreme amount of hard work and mind numbing patience I learned how to use my magic only simple levitation of small to light objects but it was a moment that I loved and a good memory that I felt like even I thou bastardized and without a mother Zara cherished the moment she spent with her as I loved it thou even if she wasn't my true blooded birthed mother I started to learn to love her as one.

But the same day I learned that in life all good things must come to an end and that joy should never be wasted in poorly moment as I remember the noble pony himself coming down in that dark cold basement hearing the door up the stairs unlocking clang and creaking along the creeks of the stairs with his hoofsteps, he smelled foul and a smell that I never smelled but it was intense and though with a faint fruity smell he reeked of it enough to where it could be his own natural smell along with that burnt ashy smell but it wasn't as strong as that other stinging smell the bothered my nostrils but all I knew being the young foal I was he looked mad or more than that he looked furious enough then that red of his face couldn't be distinguish from either what he was feeling to what was going on with him, he walked in as Zara quickly moved me to hide behind some box or blanket it didn't matter though cause he'd end up finding out anyways and by celestia's horn did that memory still hurts to this moment and I can still make out the very words her spoke even if he was out of it then the words drunkest colts or stallions.

"W-Where is it... where i-s is that damn unicorn thing of yours, I need, to need release some steam of my hooves on it... or y-you thin you, your old hag of a body can take more, damned zebra slave?"

Zara coving her nose from the smell as she stood up, covering my hiding place she hid me in was snarling at him if I knew what the look of almost throwing daggers looked like, it would have been her face alone that made it seem only to piss off that noble colt more than her was drunk to which she replied and with raw anger in her tone to me but still in a respecting voice to him.

"He is but a colt as you reek of fold, if you wish to bring harm and starve him of eating, then I shall be their to take his beat"-

Just like that with one buck right to the chest of the zebra making her stubble back and almost falling to sit on her plot she still stood by a single hoof form Mr. stitching making her move away from her spot of to the side and wobblily walk over to the stop Zara hid me in and for this part I know damn well that not even Celestia her self could help or aid me because it will stay with me for as long as I lived and burned in my own head, as he grabbed me by my own ears pulling me out and to which I obviously panicked by using my own magic to over one of the bottles from the cellar side of the basement and smashed over the the drunk earth pony's head not even realizing that I made not only my situation worse but a benefit for him only have my own head slammed against the wall and feeling his hoof around my horn gripping tightly around it and the force of him pulling on it, the next feeling besides panic was pain and not just the kind that felt like getting slammed head first to a wall the kind of a bone was close to breaking as the only thing I knew doing by instinct was thrash around and try to make him stop but being just a foal I knew that it was utterly useless as I Zara screaming, begging and even trying to make that earth pony noble stop but to slowly to feel tears watering down my face as that loud 'SNAP' came and all was quite.

"There we go but firstly, never put your filthy hooves on my body every again unless you'd get this shoved somewhere where Celestia's sun doesn't show"

I didn't know what to feel; the only thing I felt was lightheaded and a lot of pain on my forehead. Also, a bit light in weight on my head as something slowly rippled down my face and whatever it was coming down hard and fast just when the earth pony kicked off Zara to the ground who desperately crawled to me hugging my body tightly in her embrace snarling those same dagger eyes at Mr. Stitchings. Who looked pleased holding what looked to be a blue half tip of a horn of a unicorn covered in a dark red liquid with a large twisted smile as he eyes down my locking onto his, but that forever stayed with my on my brain was those exact words he sad before leaving up the stairs less wobblily then he entered to be alone with Zara covering my head in her hoof tightly as she hugged my close to her.

"I do believe that this will suffice as an apology for not only ruining my families lives but as well as our bloodline you freak of nature, be glad that this is a mercy to you, who knows what you could've done with this thing, might I saw you look more pony than anything especially better than that zebra that cares so much over you, I believe she can scrounge about some healing-Hebrew or something to stop that."

"HE IS BUT A COLT AND A WOUND LIKE THIS WOULD TAKE HIS LIFE, HAVE YOU NO GUILT OR EVEN SHAME FOR SUCH ACTION EVIL BEAST!"

Hearing Zara say that I felt dazed my vision bury and my head feeling less pain but light and saw the same color of red not only drippling down her hoof and body but on mine as well, as that earth pony only laughed a creepy evil laugh as he left the zebra alone covering my head tightly as I started to feel her tight hoof pressing against my head crying, reaching my own hoof to meet with hers but to what shocked me was was I didn't had my horn only felt the base of it along with tiny points and a cracks around it to which it deemed on me that the horn he had on his own hoofs was my own horn her broke off my head making me look up to Zara crying as she holds my head tightly try to stop the red liquid which I only found out was my own blood as I hugged her tightly and began to cry like the baby I was in her hooves as the pain was not only agonizing but just the most painful feeling I ever felt, I knew that it wouldn't get worse but just think that this was painful to me I only wished that damn pony would've at least given my horn back instead of keeping it for 'a token of my apologize' but from that day I only prayed to Celestia's sun that I would be spared from this pain and this despair of living, 'I just wished I knew it wasn't going to come true' as I cried on Zaras chest in my tight embraced to her I managed to take a few breaths in and finally mustered some words to speak to her but to her surprise in her own zebra kin language but I guess she was more on my head bleeding.

"Z-Zara... i-it get better... b-both us?"

"Save your strength little one, I will do my best to close the wound just keep your eyes open and keep hugging, my child."

After what felt like mostly an hour or a half of lots of tears, blood and tight hugging Zara managed to stop the blood from pour down my face as her hooves and coat was coated in my own blood along with own coat but it didnt matter Zara quickly moved me to rest on her back and slowly limped her way to a corner in the dark of the basement barely lit by the hanging lanterns shelfs of bottles and containers of weird colors shapes and things in them along a small caldron boiling over a small fire as it seemed to be some bizarre basement chimney, always wondered how would that work, but I didnt bothering putting a though or even questioning what she was doing or even the stuff in the bottles, containers or even that small caldron feeling her set me down to lay on the ground moving my hooves to push myself to sit up only to feel Zara's hoof rest on my shoulder almost telling me not to move just lay there watching her move quickly around the tight area opening containers and bottles pouring or sprinkling them within the caldron using a ladle to stir the mixture quickly but careful as much as she could, pulling a small bole from one of the shelves and using the ladle to pour the strange liquid only to see the color of it turning from a weird green to a light purple color she then gently blew on it seeing it was steaming hot, she held the bole carefully limping her way and slowly sat next to me setting the bole down on the ground carefully without spilling it grabbing a small knife resting on top of a box and quickly slices over her hoof making a small cut and hover her hoof over the bole and letting only three drops of her blood drip into the purple liquid chanting words I never heard before but whatever she said almost changing it from the light purple to a darker shad of purple, picking up the bole and moving it close to my muzzle she then speaks in her zebra tongue to me as it was caring, calm and almost felt like it ease the pain with just her words alone.

"Drink my little one though the taste and effect will be slow and painful, it will ease and calm all that wreck and baneful feeling."

Understanding a little of what she says, I had no choice but to drink the dark purple liquid and slowly chugged it down as Zara held the bole for me to drink it, and within moments the taste of it was disgusting. It tasted raw of almost made me vomit it out but hearing Zara voice as she told me what to do, I bared with it and slowly drank it all, coughing and gasping for air; the pain within a moment felt numb but was there faint and then came the dizziness along with the harrowing feeling of exhaustion. I tried to force myself awake only to feel Zara's hoof gently stroke my main and head know that it was ok to rest, letting the exhaustion take hold and slowly falling to sleep. Only to faintly hear her voice as it slowly faded away one last time, almost sounding like a chant she did for the first time but with different words, only to pass out and lay asleep with only the last feeling being Zara's hoof stroking my head and mane uttering my last words as I sleep.

"I hate Mr. Stitchings... I hate noble ponies, of 'all' kinds."

Author's Note

Such a hard thing for our little foal, now seeing Zara as a sort of motherly care taking hopefully she feels the same but will see what happens next to your foal, maybe something good will happen in the next chapter, who knows, till then cya next time folks.

hey, after chapter one thought I'll go in a slight changed perspective of the story it ain't permit just an idea I'd like to try out, also starting up to a slowly start with the red tags expect more or less and will see if the the story goes well or not.