With a tired gaze and moving on autopilot, an extremely tall stallion with light blue fur and a very long and messy mane that reaches his hips, marches through the middle of a forest without a care. His ragged and dirty clothes consisted of black fingerless gloves, a long open black sweater with mod and big stitches and cloth patches on top of a light discolored shirt, a long green scarf, light blue pants with a hole for his messy long silver tail, black boots with a series of thick stitches that barely held them together, a red beanie with a hole for his dark blue horn, and a dirty and big cloak tied together to a considerable bag he carried over his right shoulder.

Reaching a dirty road, the stallion looks both ways for upcoming traffic before continuing his march from the edge of the road until nightfall. At nightfall, he enters more profoundly into the forest and makes an improvised camp, sitting on a fallen log and eating from a can of beans while admiring the starry night.

The following day, the stallion manages to reach a town where ponies keep avoiding him like a plague, both in repulsion and fear, after taking a glance at him. Looking to his right, the stallion notices how a couple of ponies dressed in police outfits give him the stink eye and follow him around.

Turning an alleyway, the stallion kneeled and put his hands behind his head, closing his eyes. Smirking, the two ponies took their batons and beat the stallion repeatedly, laughing and insulting him.

By sunset, the stallion reached a street full of ponies dressed like him, gathered around a fire in a trash can. Joining the group, the ponies shared what little food they had with one another, and the stallion even shared some of his rations with them. Nobody said a word and just enjoyed a small moment of peace.

Continuing his march, the stallion found himself on a train cart with other homeless ponies, admiring the blue sky from the open door and taking a deep, long sigh.

Once reaching another town and feeling hungry, the stallion begs for change while resting at the edge of an alleyway. Managing to get a small amount, the stallion was surprised and attacked by another homeless stallion who only grunted and screamed with a rusty knife in his bloody right hand and foamy mouth, demanding the change.

The stallion remained stoic during the assault and calm and collected, almost bored by the crazy pony's actions.

Moments later, the personnel of a help center for drug addicts were startled when the crazy pony that tried to assault the stallion was violently thrown inside the second floor of the building, unconscious and with a bloody mouth. The stallion walked away and put the rusty knife in his bag, using his earnings to buy a book.

The librarian urges him to leave the place and virtually tosses books at him so he moves faster; the stallion remains calm and picks up all of them on his way out. Returning to the forest, the stallion found a small cavern big enough for him to lay down and read once he finished improvising a door with some logs and vines around the area.

A manticore soon found him and tried to claw his way inside, yet the stallion remained jaded. He looked at the animal before grabbing into a log and tying together the rusty knife on one edge. Walking slower, the stallion kept dragging the corpse of the manticore from the edge of another dirty road until he heard low growls in the distance, which made him stop.

Sitting on top of a tree, the stallion saw a group of timberwolves eating the manticore corpse. The stallion uses the tail and a piece of the mane of the manticore to fix parts of his clothes. Once the coast was clear, the stallion stepped down from the tree with the manticore's tail safe in his bag. Grabbing a couple of the remaining bones, the stallion kept his march, repeating the process.

Selling what he could beg in the street and letting the local authorities have fun beating him up.
Under the full moon's gaze, the stallion took full advantage of his privacy and the nearby river to wash himself and his clothes, pouring water onto his face. The stallion looked at his reflection in the water, seeing all the bruises on his toned and cut chest. The water dissipated gradually in front of his eyes before he looked at his hands and wept silently, closing his eyes and clenching his fist.

Eventually, the stallion reached his next destination, a sophisticated and glamorous city on the edge of a mountain with a castle at the far end of it. The stallion stopped to consider stopping by or keep walking until he had to hug himself from the cold and started seeing snow falling, helping him decide as he marched inside, glancing at the city entrance.

“Welcome to Canterlot,” read a giant sign.

“Well, Canterlot, let's see if you’re different from the other cities.”

2 months later,

With Hearth's Warming Eve just around the corner, the streets of Canterlot were filled with decorations and all sorts of activities, with the ponies enjoying the festivities with glee and eagerly awaiting the day of celebration. From his usual spot in an alleyway in front of Donut Joe, the stallion sits and smiles in contentment as families enjoy their day, and he takes personal joy in smelling the recently baked goods that Joe offers; his line of thought is suddenly interrupted when he hears a voice next to him.
"You know, there are better ways to enjoy a donut, Ragged." The stallion looked to his right to find a unicorn stallion with purple fur and silver tail, the helmet on his face preventing the stallion from seeing his mane, dressed in golden armor and with a red scarf over his neck, offering a jelly-filled donut to the stallion. "Have you considered applying for a job?"

Chuckling, Ragged shook his head and took the donut from the royal guard before leaning against one of the walls in the alley. "If only things were that easy, Purple. We’ve had this chat before. No pony in his right mind would hire a 10-foot-tall, analphabet homeless stallion," Ragged replied calmly.

In the first few days, Ragged was fully prepared to deal with the local authorities and their propensity to use him to discharge some anger or have a bit of sadistic fun. Instead, he was blindsided by how the royal guards seemed more than respectful to those struggling and often offered help and guidance to escape their current situation.

Purple Heart, in particular, seemed to be almost a saint in how much he wanted to help Ragged get a better life by offering some food, some bits, or constantly offering tips and suggestions on how to improve his condition, most of the time involving him moving into a refugee camp and finding the correct ponies that could allow him to put his life back together, always ready to hear his past and what troubles him and respectful each time Ragged asked him not to dig any further.

All of that becomes the routine for both of them, as they have some casual chat before going their separate ways and joke around each time they want, like right now.

"Not with that attitude; they won't. Seriously, Ragged, if only you cleaned yourself up a little, worked on your resume, and did some job interview practices. I wouldn't mind lending you a hoof and..."

"Purple, we talked about this. Please, let's not have this conversation again. I wouldn't say I like shelters, and it is not a matter of pride either. You have never been in one, but the place is not as safe as you think; everyone is out to steal your stuff and pin you as a thief. Just to barely fit, I need two beds; the rooms are cubes that a pony of your size can barely stand in, and they want two or more ponies to stay, so it is a no-go for me, and the less you know about the community showers, the better."

"Okay, fair. And, as I said before, Canterlot refugees are nothing like that nightmare you went through. I heard they have a mixed bathhouse now. Ragged, you know? Mares!... BATHING?! As in beautiful mares naked and helping each other bathe."

Ragged looked at him with a stoic face before pointing at him. "Okay, first of all, ew; second of all, you need a cold shower dude, and find a herd a.s.a.p.; and third, the refugee camp I was in before also had a mixed bathhouse and believe me when I say the idea you are having is less the beginning of a porno and more the setting for a horror movie," he fired back with a stoic expression before sighing. "Look, Purple, I appreciate the gesture, and I understand what you are trying to say, but trust me, I can take care of myself here," he repeats before walking into the alley.

"The weather team says that tonight there will be a snowstorm! A dangerous one that only an alicorn could survive. Please, Ragged, at least for one day. That's all I ask. I don't want to start patrolling tomorrow only to find a 10-foot popsicle of you lying on the street," Purple begs, making Ragged sigh and close his eyes.

"One night! And I will not take any bed; I will go, eat, brace the storm, and then I'm out!" Ragged starts turning around to see the royal guard and lifts one finger in front of him.

Satisfied, the stallion smiles and nods. "I can take that. Let's go together, and I can give you a tour of the place..." Purple offers yet Ragged step back.

"Ja, nice try, but believe it or not, I have something to do first."

"You got a job!?" Purple exclaims in complete shock.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. You can close your jaw now," Ragged smirks and crosses his arms.

"Well, what is it then? Can't it wait?" Purple asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Afraid not. A mare on the upper side of the city asked me if I could find some berries she needed for a special dessert she was making in exchange for some bits. The berries can only be found on the city's outskirts near the forest."

"That's on the other side of the city!" Purple exclaims. “No, it's worse than that; she asks you to go outside the city during a storm alert, wander around the nearby forest, and then go there… for some berries?"

Ragged nodded and shrugged. "Hey, bits are bits, and it seems easy enough, so I better get a move on," he said as he walked away.

"Ragged, I swear, you better not be making this out; whatever that mare offers, you better demand that she double it. I'm serious about the storm. You cannot do this; start a fire to keep yourself warm. If you stay out, you will die!" Purple yells at him, yet Ragged waves at him before putting his hands in his pockets and casually exiting the alleyway from the other side.

Picking up his stuff, Ragged started his journey outside the city, ignoring the usual glares and disgust from the ponies that took a glance at him. Something he had grown used to and honestly preferred to the alternative as he saw a lot of mares acting like horny teenagers leering and looking at stallions with lustful eyes as if they were a piece of meat; some stallions even seemed to have a mare on each arm with a big grin on his face and not a care in the world, and those singles didn't seem to mind putting on a show for the mares who were anything but subtle in their advantages.
Of all the places Ragged had visited, the same thing had happened, but Canterlot by far seems to have the horniest of mares that just because they think they are better than anyone else, they believe they can pick any stallion as if they were a standard candy.

With a sigh and a disapproving shake of his head, Ragged keeps moving.

God, enlighten them so that they don't seem to have any shame.

He kept thinking until a particular group appeared before Ragged, bringing his mood down even further.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Canterlot local freak," A teenage unicorn colt with light green fur, a blue polo shirt, beige short pants, and a white sweater that he was wearing a scarf proclaimed to the rest of his snobbish friends while they were carrying long cups of coffee, all of them smirking at him and wearing the same clothes with different colors. "Did you get lost, sticks? The circus is over there," the colt replies, pointing to his right as his companions laugh.

"Now, now, Clink. Let's not be so mean to the monster; he probably doesn't understand us," another stallion, a deep red one with a yellow and long mane, replied before addressing Ragged. "We should speak slower, Mop, home? Are you lost? Do you need help?" He starts addressing him in a crude, caveman-like tone as Ragged remains stoic and lets the colts have their fun, exchanging insults and trying to anger him to no avail until they stop laughing and there is an awkward silence around them.

"Are we done?" Ragged asked with a raised eyebrow, catching the Colts off guard. They were not expecting that reply, as he seemed to scold them like a parent would their child, until Ragged sighed, closed his eyes, and shook his head.

"Listen, junior, I'm kind of busy right now, and I don't have time to play with you or your fuck buddies," he mentions with a stern voice, alerting the group and making them gasp as a group seemed to be gathering around them, yet Ragged wasn't done yet. "So why don't you go grab each other's dicks somewhere else or go to your mommies for your daily nursing since you all seem cranky as is."

The group remains frozen as they hear some bystanders chuckle at the burn while Ragged resumes his journey until one of them trips him over and brings him to his knees.

"Careful, freak. You better watch where you are going. You don't want to leave a crater, right?" Clink tells him as he and his group laugh at what happened while Ragged cleans himself up.

"Thanks. I will keep it in mind." Ragged only smiled and started cleaning himself up, making Clink even angrier. So he approached the stallion and poured his beverage over Ragged's head.

"Here you are, so that you can chill with this hot weather," he replied sarcastically as Ragged discovered he was holding a frozen frappuccino that was now bathing his beanie, part of his mane, head, scarf, and shirt. Some drops reached his mouth, which Ragged decided to taste and shake his head.

"Thanks," Ragged continued to smile and stood up. "Anyway, as I say, I'm in a hurry, and you should be too. I heard a mare's nipples start to hurt if they spend too much time without being milked." He doubled down and smirked at Clink as he growled and tossed his empty cup at his chest.

"You freak of nature, don't forget your place! You are nothing compared to me; you are nothing, period!"

Ragged stayed quiet and crossed his arms, irritating the group until they left.

With a sigh, Ragged resumed his walk and soon found himself outside the city and in the forest, where he started looking for the unique berries that a mare asked of him, smirking when he found precisely the ones he was looking for. In her pride, the mare never thought Ragged could tell the difference, so she asked him to pick poisonous berries, no doubt in some strange political game of hers, where she could use him as a scapegoat.

Yet Ragged knew exactly what she was trying to do and decided to play a little prank on her, picking a similar type of berry, harmless but valuable as a potent laxative, starting a small bonfire, and in a metal cup, he boiled some water from a nearby river, and using some petals and herbs to paint the berries red to match the ones in the description the mare wanted. Then he uses some leaves and rocks to make a powder that will have the same effect and power, although it will take time before it takes effect. He smears it carefully on his gloves to avoid getting affected by the parting gift to said mare.

Enjoy your trip to the toilet, bitch; let's see how you like being poisoned.

Satisfied with his plan and the berries matching his desired color, Ragged returned to the city for the sun to start setting. Just as Purple informed him, the night was getting chillier than usual, not helped by Chip's "special gift" that made Ragged feel even colder, and making Purple’s suggestion all the more enticing, yet Ragged persevered and marched onwards to the upper-class district of Canterlot and more specifically the food avenue where, after some time, he managed to reach a local elegant bakery with a sign of bread on the front door.
"Ms. Beckley? Are you there?" Ragged knocks hard on the back door a couple of times until a slightly chubby unicorn mare with yellow fur and ginger mane combed into a bulb and covered in a net answers the door and starts to look frantically everywhere. She wore a full white chef uniform, matching her white apron, and was currently covered in flour.

"Not so loud!" she harshly whispered before asking him to enter the spacious kitchen. He agreed and stepped inside, ducking his head and stepping aside so Beckley could close the door behind him. She then turned to look at him with a smile and expectful glee. "Do you have them?"

"Right here," Ragged showed her a plastic bag with the "red" berries she requested, making her squeak in delight and carefully grab them. "This is it, the berries I needed. Thank you so much, Ragged. And you made sure nobody saw you?"

Rolling his eyes, Ragged crossed his arms. "Don't worry, I stuck to the shadows and ensured none of your competitors saw me. Your secret ingredient is safe."

"Good, and thank you for taking the extra steps. I know it's weird, but in this throat-cutting culinary world, you would be surprised at the lengths the competition would go to take you out." She explained pouring the berries into a cake mixer and adding other ingredients before blending them.

He raged internally, chuckling at his little prank and how it was taking form. "I could only imagine, so not to be rude, but if only you could pay me what we agreed, I would be out of your..."

"Oh, of course, of course, your payment as we agreed," Beckley said, stepping out of the kitchen for a moment before returning with a small sack full of bits in it. "Twenty bits, as we discussed," she smiled and handed it over before grabbing his hand and fluttering her eyelashes at him.

"You know, Ragged, I was considering that despite being homeless, dirty, and freakishly tall, you have an appealing face for such a tall, attentive stallion. I may have other uses for you in the kitchen. If you play your cards right, I could make your life all the easier," she mentions, stepping closer and closer toward him.

Smiling, Ragged grabbed her other hand and looked her in the eyes. "I don't think your husband may approve of said use, ma'am."

"I won't tell if you don't." She fires back, thinking they are in a game until Ragged snorts and pats her cheek.

"Thanks, but no thanks. This is too much heat for me, and you know what they say about kitchens and heat. Do I smell something burning?" he asks out of the blue, sniffing the air.

Immediately, Beckley turns around in horror and starts to sniff, but she doesn't detect anything burning, even though she remembers that she hadn’t put anything in the oven yet. Looking back, she discovers the back door of her establishment open, and big footsteps lead out into the beginning of the storm.

Putting on his hood for extra protection, Ragged starts to shiver and keeps hugging himself in a futile attempt to keep himself warm. The cold and wind picked up force and reminded him of how parts of his clothes are still wet, the holes in his boots increasing the cold and making each step more and more painful.

AH, damn it! Purple was suitable; if I stay too long in this cold, I will end up a frozen corpse; I am heading to that fucking refugee camp.

Ragged started to run, trying to get away from the storm as fast as he could, yet with the wind and snow in his face, not to mention his mane getting in the way, it became increasingly challenging to see where he was going, and before he could make out anything, he stumbled and tripped against some trash cans that, despite the raging blizzard, produced just enough noise to alert a group of ponies dressed in formal attire and exiting what looks to be a formal gala for the festivities.

"Well, would you look at that, guys? It's our old pal Mud Stick." Clip's voice immediately made Ragged groan, and he closed his eyes.

Oh, for Fuck's sake, no. Please, god, anyone but this asshole and his team of bootlickers.

With a sigh, Ragged stood up and cleaned himself from some snow before looking back. His fears were confirmed when he saw the group of stallions in question wearing formal and elegant black tuxedos and grinning at him. Trying to remain calm, Ragged smiled and put the trashcans back in place.

"Evening, gentlestallions, what a crazy night we are having, right?"

"Indeed, Muddy, with such a big storm, any dangerous freaks might get desperate and try to do something stupid like break private property," Clip mentions as the group approaches.

Understanding their intent Ragged looked around, realizing that in his haste, he must have made a wrong turn and, without realizing it, entered a private park connected to an elegant mansion that was having a party, and Clip either lived or was invited to said party. With that realization, Ragged looked at the group again. "Look, guys, please, you made your point; you have everything, and I don't. I'm the king of nothing and will ever be lucky to have the scraps on your table; I'm just dirt under hooves. Isn't that enough?"

"It's a start, but you see, Mud Stick, there is the issue of you making us look like fools in front of everyone earlier," Clip reminds him before hitting his stomach. The colt was so pathetic that Ragged barely perceived it, and judging by how Clip was holding his hand and wriggling in pain, the action hurt him more. Yet, to not escalate the situation, Ragged played along and held his stomach, pretending that Clip had just punched the air out of his lungs, kneeling in front of him.

"Right," Ragged whistle and chuckle. "That was wrong; I'm sorry, Mr. Clip."

"Oh no! You are not, not yet, but you will," Clip demands, having recovered and looking at him with the same sick grin other guards have given Ragged in the past. "As I said, you are invading private property; we are just defending ourselves from a dangerous freak crashing our party before dragging him away." He points behind him, and Ragged sees a group of noble ponies admiring the show from the balcony as if this were part of the party.

With a resigned expression, Ragged nods and extends his arms. "Just be quick, would you? The storm is picking up, and I must reach the refugee camp before it is too late."

"Right, because it would be such a shame if you ended up frozen to death," Clip replied sarcastically before punching his face; the same thing occurred, and there was blood on Ragged’s face, except it wasn't his blood. The rush of adrenaline or the cold might have been the reason, yet neither Clip nor his friends noticed how, for each hit they made, their knuckles started to bleed as they laughed. The audience behind them was too far to see either and was cheering at the sight of the blood being spilled and Ragged selling the act.

They are just kids; better let them have their fun until they get tired and let me leave, Ragged thought as he lay on the ground face down as the group started stomping on him, their hooves beginning to hurt him, yet he kept enduring.

"What the heck do you have on your back? Your bed?" One asks, confused by the two lumps on his back, which also confuses the others before they chuckle.

"I bet you spent a lot of time picking the cardboard for it. Too bad it's broken now." They laughed when they heard an audible crack underneath his trench coat.

"Maybe we are doing Canterlot a favor, considering everything, the freak might have stolen it," They kept laughing as they continue to stomp his back, Ragged enduring and clenching his fist into the snow, waiting for them to finish their game until a familiar voice made them stop and for the first time in the evening made Ragged feel afraid.

"What the heck is going on here?" The angry and exasperated sound of Purple alerted everyone as he, along with two other royal guards, one a pegasus mare with the same fur and a red earth pony stallion with muscle mass, rushed toward them and didn't waste time glaring at the teenagers who were starting to back away.

"He was invading officers; we were just defending ourselves," Clip quickly answered as the mare and stallion started interrogating the group, and the nobles from the balcony corroborated their story.

Meanwhile, Purple was tending to Ragged and helping him stand up.

"Stay with me, Ragged; we will get you help."

"Purple, you are making a mistake; you need to get away from me," Ragged warned him in alarm.

"Like hell I will! Dude, you are fucking bleeding right now." Purple insists, bringing Ragged an arm over his shoulder.

"It's not my blood, and more importantly," A high pitch startled the two as Ragged started to look around. "No, no, no, it's too soon. It can't be here already."

"What? What is it? Ragged, is there something you are not telling me about?" Purple asks, looking around as the guards force the group to enter the mansion. They are more than alert that the blizzard is becoming so strong that nobody can see anything. Inside the mansion, no pony can see what is happening outside.

A mare screams, getting everyone's attention. "My baby, what did that brute do to you?!" A skinny unicorn mare wearing a cocktail dress and a red boa holds Clip's hands as they finally discover how they are bleeding.

Outside the mansion, the screech returns and circles the group as Ragged tries to push Purple away.

"I need to get away, NOW!" He insists, yet Purple does not let him go.

"Are you insane?! We are not leaving you."

"There is a blizzard, you are wounded, and a monster is nearby. Like hell, we would let you fend for yourself," the pegasus says as she hovers near them.

"You don't get it; that thing is here for me. I'm cursed, and if any pony gets too close to me..."

He can't finish the sentence as a stallion soon falls unconscious, a vast diagonal slash appearing on his chest; if it wasn't for his armor, he might have ended up cut in half.

Taking out their weapons, the remaining guards look in horror as a pair of red eyes emerge from the blizzard. From a black mist appears what looks to be a creature with the lower half of a black snake, mantis arms, a woman with breasts, a chest, and the head of a jackal as she screeches at them with blood-red eyes and a snake-like tongue.

"No!" Both the mare and Ragged exclaim as they rush at the creature, the monster easily dodging the attacks of the pegasus, who uses two small swords and blades on the edge of her wings to try and cut it. Yet, it had no avail as the snake-like creature managed to dodge them and was about to cut her right wing if Ragged did not grab its arm and hold its place.

"Forget about me; take your friend and run!" He yells at her in fear.

The mare took advantage of Ragged, holding the beast, to take out a crystal ball and toss it at the monster, but it exploded in contact and trapped her in a crystal cocoon. "And like I said, not going to happen; in case you forgot, we are royal guards! We made an oath to protect everyone," she reminded him in irritation before poking his forehead.

"That includes you."

"Ragged, what is that thing? How did you know it was coming?" Purple asks in astonishment as he tends to the stallion's wound, which puts him in a healing dome.

"I told you, I'm cursed. The longer you remain near me, the more at risk your life is," he repeated before they heard more growls and screeches starting to surround them.

"Please, I beg of you, leave me alone," Ragged begged as he started to back away, only for the pegasus to get in his way.

"Not. Happening. If you are cursed, then you need our help, end of the..." She doesn't have time to finish her statement as a mace hits the side of her head, sending her flying into a topiary, with Clip posing as a saint with his arms extended. The mare lay unconscious with some blood dripping from the side of her head as copies of the female monster appeared, alongside a creature with elephant legs, a boar face, and the upper half of a gorilla holding a wooden and thick mace, all of which were starting to approach Ragged and Purple.

Holding the arms of one of the female monsters, Ragged glares at them. "You won, I'm still miserable and I don't have any friends so leave me alone."

The monster doesn't reply, and they seem to be approaching Purple, which scares Ragged.

"No!" Clenching the arm of the monster with all his force, Ragged managed to rip them off and slice her in half before launching one of the arms and decapitating the boar creature.

Rushing to the pegasus, Ragged picks her up with one arm and rushes to Purple, putting her in the dome next to the stallion. With a stoic expression, Ragged points at the creatures with the remaining arm of the she-monster. "Not anymore; I will not let you kill anyone else," he promises before putting down his bag and taking out the edge of the manticore tail to have as a second weapon.

More shadow monsters kept appearing. Running on adrenaline alone and ignoring his wounds, Ragged kept fighting and drawing their attention as they kept cutting and hitting his body constantly until he was coughing blood and covered in cuts and wounds. One of the she-monsters managed to slash his back, ripping his shirt and revealing something that made Purple gasp in astonishment.

Two long, light blue wings emerge from his back as Ragged turns around to impale the head of the monster and keep the rest at bay, the royal guard noticing how the right wing seems to be broken.

"Ragged, y-y-you… you’re a..." Purple tries to say something in between stutters until the monster almost kills him if not for Ragged using the manticore tail to stab her shoulder and drag her toward him to be sliced in half by the ox-like arm.

"A true freak of nature, I know. Let's not make a big deal about it," Ragged complains before he keeps fighting.

An enormous boar creature soon appeared when the other monsters fell and turned back into black mist. This one also had the nose and tusk of an elephant and was getting ready to charge.

With his strength fading fast and finding one of his weapons lost, Amon looked around for a way to defend himself and the ponies around him, until he saw another fence near him.

Getting an idea and grabbing the mare's sword, he rushed to the monster, who tried to swat him away as he charged. Jumping into his arm and running toward his neck, Ragged managed to impale the manticore's tail and barely wrap it around before jumping down and using the mare's sword to cut the tendon of one of its legs.

Without the support and from the surprise, the creature started to lose his balance as Ragged used what was left of his shirt, tied it to the edge of the tail, and then created a rope that he pulled and made the creature fall backward and into the spiky fence, impaling his head against it.

Once it became mist again, Ragged sighed and kneeled on the ground, remembering how exhausted and wounded he was before falling face-first unconscious into the snow.

At that moment, Purple teammates wake up with a startle, and their wounds partially heal.

"Purple Heart? What happens? Did we win? The last thing I remember was being cut by something," the stallion said before looking down at his open chest. What could cut steel this easily?"

"Ah, guys, did I get a concussion, or is that stallion a...?" The mare asked until Purple interrupted her.

"I know, Bliss, I'm freaking out too, but right now, he is wounded, and the storm is only going to get worse. We need to bring him to safety quickly! Help me out, Bricks."

The stallion nods as they both take one of Ragged's arms and lift him. Bliss follows closely before looking back at the mansion. "And what do we do about the snob squads and snob nobles? If he is an alicorn, then those assholes pretty much attacked a member of royalty, even if he was pretending to be a homeless pony."

"We will deal with that later; for now, he comes first," Purple orders as the group rushes to escape the storm.

Author's Note

Just letting you know this is mostly an experiment inspired by a far superior story so I'm not sure how or even if I will continue. Hope you like it, and hey I recommend you want the original story is pretty good too