The Un-Named

Sorry about any lateness to the chapters, I am still in my final year and as such do not have much time to work on this. I still have to start another story based on a picture I drew (someone mentioned about turning it into a fanfiction when I had time) so, here’s hoping this chapter is good and that you like it.)

Upon entering the run down orphanage I looked around. Some of the paint was peeling and there were few decorations anywhere, toys littered the hall carpet and upon the bare stairs sat at least ten or twelve fillies and colts. All of their eyes were fixed upon me, a few staring warily at the bandages.

I peeked back to the social worker who had turned to lock the door, the key was a rounded square with a blue rubber cover, and I would remember that for later.

Before he finished I turned around and lifted the bandages, the reaction was immediate.

Screaming, some of the fillies galloped back upstairs, some of the colts looked green while others seemed impressed, the others just looked plain terrified. My introduction was done.

Despite what I expected, the stallion ignored the screaming; he merely turned away and entered another room without a backward glance. This was going to be easier than I thought.

Heading up the stairs, ponies moving out of my way, I checked out the place. Shabby, mouldy... One of those cheap, low-quality centres; where they just threw the kids in and hoped for the best, mostly mass producing thieves and bullies.

I may have been in a rich family before, but I knew what the world was like behind closed doors. Equestria had the royal guard for a reason, and I had followed my father in that line.

That was why I had to escape, as soon as possible. I would stay until night; make myself less recognisable, escape with some food, then head to the police station and retrieve my father’s sword and some money. There were many reasons, many flaws... But it was the best I had and at least I had trained.

I found what seemed to be my room; it was the last on the left, empty except for a bed and drawer. It was cold too, nopony seemed to have entered in a long time. That suited me.

Placing my bags on the dusty bed I went over to the cracked window, I lifted it up with my magic; it was stiff but made no noise. Looking out there was a shed right below, I didn’t know if it would hold my weight. It was touch and go for now. The sun was setting however, my plan had to go into motion.

Left alone for the rest of the evening, I was able to complete tasks easily and quickly. Listening to the noises from the other rooms I cantered into the grubby bathroom. There was a razor blade in the sink, pulling it apart I levitated a single metal piece away, it shimmered in the dull light.

I raised it and began to slicing roughly through my mane and tail, they became shorter quickly, black strands falling to the tiles. Once my mane was wrecked and fully showing my wrecked eye I moved to my hooves. The dull red fur covered it completely but with a quick slash, grey bone showed.

As I worked through each hoof, I was aware of loud noise outside.  Fighting most likely, the tougher ponies ruled here, they were the ones who had stared or barely flinched at my eye. They were going to be trouble.

Finishing my ears pricked up. There seemed to be a gang up rather than a fair fight, I didn’t really want to attract trouble or waste precious escaping time, but I couldn’t ignore the crying. My father would have been ashamed if I had ignored.

Narrowing my eye I burst through the bathroom door, into view of the bullies. They glared up from the crying filly they were beating up, her nose broken and faced bruised.

“What-re you looking at freak? Mind your own business!”

The clear leader, a buffed brown colt with a dark green mane and tail spoke out. He had a southern accent, his eyes cold and dark as he spoke. They went wide suddenly.

I didn’t let my confusion show, out of the corner of my eye the blade floated; I was the pony with the weapon here. It was menacing with my red magic holding it above me.

The two other colts had the same expression but with a sudden eye from their leader began to advance upon me, ignoring the whimpers of the filly as they stepped upon her. I was angered, ignoring their fear I swung the blade around, almost cutting one of their noses, to protect the filly I levitated them up and threw them down the hall away from her. The leader took one more stamp upon the bloodied filly and galloped after the others.

Dropping the weapon I held out a hoof to the filly, shaking she took it and stood up; she was tougher than I thought it seemed, she appeared to have survived multiple attacks. With a closer look I noticed her eyes, they were golden-yellow, and one was looking the other way from me as if not under control. Her coat was grey, her mane a shade of light blonde through the dirt. She smiled bubbly. She had not been present when I had arrived.

“Thank you Mister, I haven’t seen you before, my name is Derpy hooves!”

I grinned back, I liked her. She was brave, oblivious to the pain that had been inflicted; she seemed to see behind the looks of others, like my mother. Despite wanting to go on alone I couldn’t leave her here. There was one thing to say in reply. I gestured for her to follow.

“Come with me if you want to live.”