“Just like the fire of hate that grows in us all, so does the hearts of those who care so much, only to become more heartless.”

POV: Thing

After telling Zara that, I felt different the branded star on my chest burning with pain with my shoulder being broken and the whip lashes on me, it all hurt every part of my body hurt it all hurt, and yet no matter how much I try to think ‘it will be better in the end, just wait and see’ I slowly learned it wasn't coming nor was going to get better as I try to think differently from that day after I and Zara stood up to the noble family they only kept us locked in their basement, feeding us barely scraps of meals to just plain garbage but it was enough for Zara to use in her alchemy and even bothered to teach me some of her kens ways form tonics, brew, and even potions that can be thrown and more. I looked up to her more by days to weeks and slowly months she taught me how to read the common equestrian language though my speaking need a little more work I managed to start speaking fluently as she even taught me all to most of her zebra languages along with chants mainly for luck, blessings, and just the chance to make life a little easy even if it never came true, sometimes I thank nobles at times for having really old books and tomes that keep in storage along with odd-looking trinkets and weird items even some books on medical studies and some scrolls of mechanics, it was hard to grasp but by days of messing with stuff breaking down and putting together, I got the gist of it.

After that, I managed to get a full grasp on the medical side of things and I started with dissecting rats, small rodents even, even some large insects that were found in this dark hole Zara told me that some of the organs and limbs can be great for making brews and potions for poisons, illnesses and even curing, though she told me that I must first master the art of making cures before making them.

‘It was weird but made sense once she explained the process of it.’

She never like me dissecting small things but I made it a weird hobby that I got into, pun intended, but sooner from us eating garbage and leftovers by the noble family above it started to come to me that our bodies were changing, not in the health muscle building or even aging change but odd changes. It was after when Zara helped me make a sort of hoof splint on my left forehoof, the pain of my felt like that damn pegasus bitch shattered my damn shoulder to which after applying the splint I was able to walk again limply but better than being three-legged.

That's when I and Zara noticed something strange mainly of my body and how I grew I got bigger and very big to where I had to crouch down just for my head to still touch the ceiling and if I had my horn it would've gotten caught on the support of the basement ceiling.

‘Or did Zara get smaller?’

She would then tell me that my body grew bigger but skinnier along with hers when eating nobles scraps and garbage there wasn't much for eating only for use of making brews and tonics, still, no matter how taller or bigger my body grew I looked up to Zara and started to see her in a kind of mother way of guiding me through and teaching me ways, she did her best with teaching me about ‘unicorn’ magic but being a zebra she only told me that the magic must be something I had to discover and looking along with helping me visuals it, I started to get a grasp at it. It was hard because unicorn horns are like a conductor to generate and allow the magic to be controlled but since my horn was broken it was harder cause my magic instead of controlled waves only came out as wild sparks but frankly, I learn to deal with it and levitation and teleporting only very short distances though and places I either seen or remember.

Which wasn't much besides this damned manors halls and rooms or the one time I went outside to the small village of the manor but that memory only ended with me getting better in an alley by other ponies as they called me some sort of freak and telling the noble family I gotten out and beaten me more for there entertainment, that day I only hated others and especially those of royal or noble titles they were all just the same but with either money, a face name, or flat out just more things than anypony else.

’Buck to me a pony was a pony as a donkey was an ass, thank Tartarus for those dictionaries and language books for my new verse of cursing’

I don't curse around Zara or do it a lot without her snapping at me for saying such things even a giant like me was afraid of her when she got pissy.

But the one day I enjoined and appreciated Zara for taking care of me almost my who life was when she was teaching me about chants and how some brews can affect then I ended up calling her mother by accident and felt shame, but she didn't bother with it and still, I remembered what she said to me which changed from me calling her Zara to calling her mom.

“Well ok, little one if you see me as is that, then I'm glad to call you my colt and son as you call me your mother, but since you have grown from a colt now a stallion, it might be best to tell you something important.”

And that's when I learned about myself, all my life I never asked or even thought about how I was born or about my true parents it was only beatings, being a servant, and having only all the bad be taken away by spending time with Zara, the basement felt darker as she told me about me and the nobles of how they were my family, my ‘true blood’ family as to how when I was just a mere baby of a colt they gave me to Zara and have her take care of me as they didn't hate me they never wanted me all cause I was seen to them as some burden, some bad mark on their family, no wonder the family tree had that missing branch ripped off, or how the staff of the manor reacted to me or anything, they despised me, my existence and only just abused me as a relief to them.

My hate for nobles and ponies grew that day and Zara knew of it, but yet I didn't blame her or the ponies of this damned land or even the nobles that after years of nothing but grueling work just to live and keep not only me but Zara breathing only to be rewarded with beatings and abuse, I didn't blame them yes I hated them but yet I could only blame myself of all of it as it was my existence, in a sense, everything all of it was all because I breathed and I even told Zara this, she didn't take it well after a few smacks to the face and a hard scrolling of how it wasn't my fault just because I was born their burden doesn't mean I was anypony’s else as she reminded me of all that I did was for not me but for her as well and she repaid it in teaching me how to live and survive, allowing me to call her mother even if we weren't related at all I loved her as one and will treat her as one, as she treated me like own her son.

But still the realization of how I came to be only made my hatred grow along with some doubt of how it wasn't my fault, there was a time when the noble family finally open the door to the basement and stood up on my hooves prepared for anything, either it is more beatings or them asking me if I wanted to go back to working as there slave for them in the manor, I not wanted but need to protect not only me but my mother Zara, from these evil ponies, the door open and there was both Mr. Switching and Ms. Violet the two ponies that I hated, the two ponies that in slaved me and only repaid by living in the dark coldness and abusing me, my very own blood father and mother staring down at me as I stood there staring back at them from the bottom of the stairs seeing the shocked looks at my new size but quickly regain themselves as they eye my body up and down.

“Tomorrow we are having important guests come for a dinner and staying the night you will be working at the night to clean and prepare the guest rooms as we are a bit understaffed for the event, you will be monitored and watched over so you don't pull anything, do try not to embarrass us with your hideous presence.”

Ms. Violet said in that annoying khaki snooty tone of hers as Mr. Switching stares me down watching my body for anything before closing the door with a loud slam and the clicking sound of the locks, I felt my heart burned hot as I stood there still staring at the door with thoughts of just running up to them and attacking like a feral animal the pain hurt as my heart rapidly beat in my chest almost if I could have a heart attack at any second as the heat of it grew all around my body this feeling I knew well, it was hate raw hatred and all I could ever say

‘buck me, did it ever hurt and feel good’

It burned me almost like that brand of the stair on my chest, and yet I felt my lips curled up words into a smile, a large big twisty smile on my cheeks but yet I had a plan, a plan in my head to get out of here with mother Zara, and finally give what theses ponies of this manor should’ve gotten long ago. The same burning feeling in my body be brought to theirs as the only words in that same voice played in my head played out like a projectors film role;

“Burn them, burn them all, burn them in this damned manor, let their coat and skin melt to the bone, hear their cries for mercy and forgiveness be heard as all you do is, laugh and turn your back on them, just as they did you.”

Suddenly with a shake of my head and some deep breaths, I calmed and buried those thoughts away from looking at Zara behind me hold up my old torn up white-collard grey stained shirt and black vest, they were in pieces holding them out to me, she gave me a small needle and two thread wheels colored gray and white and taught me how to sew and stitch up my suit along with resizing and fitting me to have it big enough for my giant body size.

At the same time, my flanks sides started d to glow, and the image of a grey sewing thread with a sewing needle crossed over it appeared on both sides of my flank as mother Zara gasped in surprise seeing it saying she thought I would have my flanks blanked forever of having a cutie mark only or hug my chest as it was as large as her head in joy.

‘Huh, who knew out of all the things my cutie mark as she called it, be from sewing an old dirty ripped up suit, instead of taking abuse and slave work to heart’

I find any specialty from it but it made mother Zara happy so it made me happy as hugged her body gently in my hooves, after still feeling the hate heating my body, finding out my real family was, and all the abuse and self-hatred, I loved Zara and only cared to protect her as she does to protect me from these ponies as I uttered from my mouth in the zebra language I was more fluent and easily spoken in.

” I love mother, I will do my best to protect you from anything that brings harm to us.”

Hearing her giggle lightly as I looked down to see her eyes tearing up a bit and with a smile on her face, as she places her head on mine minding the shape points of my broken horn.

” I love you too my son, even if in your wrath, self-doubt, or moments of dress I will be here for you to bring you back and see you smile again my son.”

Author's Note

Thought I might make it end on a good note for the not so little one eye, hornless, three-legged blue unicorn.

Let's just see if this moment will last long enough for what will happen next my friends.

Thanks for reading now that it is on the new stories of this site I hope to find more readers and people that like it Happy New Years and a good day, evening or night to you.

Cya in the next chapter folks : )