All I'm trying to do is survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty, unbelievable lifestyle they gave me.
~Tupac Shakur

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Despair wasn't old by pony standards, in fact, he was a child. Despair was about a year and a half old, but his body was about twelve which meant he was a horse in the prime of his life. His body was also stuck at that age forever which had the consequences of turning his coat into a pale color, much like that of a body with all the blood drained from it. In his short life he learned the basics of everything, and mastered every art of combat that could be applied to a horse. Most of the combat styles came from this planet, as it was mainly inhabited by ponies. Ponies were strange, they were all different colors, they were small, they were somewhat cute, most were weak, and most knew only of friendship. The task he was charged with by his master, was to destroy the ponies. His master was gone though, and princess Luna, who had asked him to escort her, ran to the everfree forest, and abandoned him. All he could do now was wait for something. He didn't know what, but he had to wait. As he remembered the forest, it was gone. But when the archangels imprisoned his master, everything he had done was reversed. The forest was standing, the destroyed cities were rebuilt instantly, dead ponies were resurrected without side effects, and the archangels had the memories of the ponies of this realm wiped so that they thought it was just another day after they left. For all the ponies knew, a strong hurricane had come through the kingdom and wrecked a few buildings. Despair watched all this happen, not sure if he was willing to give up his waiting.

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You've had enough of the silence. That constant silence you have heard over the last month is unbearable, and now your not sure if you should be waiting for something. You might be strange, you might not be as colorful, you may never get a cutie mark or whatever the ponies call it, but you will not listen to the silence for another day. With that you decide to move for Ponyville the next day. You start a fire and sleep until early morning. You set out for Ponyville at two thirty in the morning, assuming that there aren't many distractions you should reach the small town by four. On your way through the forest you see a large tree decorated with masks.

"Zebra? That's interesting." You mumble to yourself.

You knew of all types of magic and you mastered all of them. Your master had trained you to be a killing machine, and that's what you were, but you decided that the best chance of survival would be to blend with the ponies as best you could. Zerbra magic was interesting in the fact that it required consumption of the magic for it to work effectively, you could probably teach that zebra a thing or two about making her potions more powerful, but you decided that would be rude and rudeness would mean trouble to ponies who knew nothing but comfort. It had been about an hour when you reached another odd landmark. A small cottage with a bunch of animals gathered around outside, you would check what is in there but you didn't want to risk the wrath of the animals. In a few more minutes you reached Ponyville station. The night staff called out to you in the night. As you walk up to meet him you step into the light, and he gasps at seeing what you look like. Aside from the unusual color of your coat, you were a little more than two feet taller than a standard pony, ice blue eyes, and a black mane that seemed to have a dark purple flame ignite on the the end of random hairs in it and go out just as quickly. This gave your mane a glow of light much like that of the void, it didn't give off obvious light but made it possible to see an area around you even though it could be pitch black. Adding to your unusual appearance even further, was the stone embedded in your head and carved with an ancient rune right where your horn would be, if you had one. It was a small stone, about one and a third the diameter of a unicorn horn, but you thought of it as a trophy and you didn't like when creatures stared. You know that you are more powerful than these ponies and such you spoke to them like you were.

"Do not stare at my stone! Why are you up at this hour anyway?" Normally you would have a deeper voice than most, with no accent, and near perfect grammar, but you hadn't had water in a week so you could hardly talk at all.

"Sorry pal, please don't get mad. I didn't mean anything by it. As for the reason I'm up, I have to watch for ponies like you, who might want a train or directions." He said.

"Well then, I would like directions to the town square." You rasp.

"Well just continue down the road, it'll take directly to the town square." The stallion was calming dow now, but he still thought you looked a bit odd.

"Thank you."

And with that you continue down the road you had come from hoping that his directions were correct. You look up at the sky to see the moon setting, but the sun had not yet risen. Luna's moon was a beautiful sight, but then the day would come and he would be swarmed with questions from the local ponies, asking where he had come from. But that wouldn't be for a few hours, and as you walked through the town you saw that the local library still had the lights on. Deciding to take a look, you knock on the door. The door opens and a lavender mare opens the door.

"Hello?" Then she gasps.

"Why is everyone surprised when they see me?" You ask quietly.

"Well, it's because you are unique. You sound like you need water, come inside." She says worriedly.

"Thank you very much." You rasp thankfully as you walk in.

She brings you a glass, and you ask her to bring a few more. After the next five minutes you have drunk twenty three glasses of water.

"When was the last time you had water?" She asks, shocked.

"Nine days."

"You shouldn't be alive." She says even more shocked.

"As you can tell, I'm not an average pony."

"Can I ask you a few questions?"

"Can I stay sheltered in here for the next few days?"

"The basement is all yours."

"Then we can start tomorrow."

"Not fair!"

"I am tired, when I can think clearly I will answer your questions."

She unlocked the door for you, and you walk down the stairs. You can see as you walk through the dusty space, and decide it needs to cleaned. A small tornado goes around the room, picks up the dust, and bursts out of the window. You make a large bed appear in the center of the room. As you lie down, you think about the hospitality of the mare. You weren't stupid, and you could think perfectly clearly. The mare that had just let you in was Twilight Sparkle. Though you had no personal qualms about her, since even your master had spared her, you decided to be cautious until she trusted you.

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As Twilight went to bed she thought about all the questions she would ask the strange pony over lunch, starting with his name. She also wondered what he liked to eat, maybe that would be the first question. She wasn't sure but she was excited anyway, it wasn't everyday that Ponyville got visitors.

Author's Note

This story is what happens to Despair in the ten thousand years between wars. Give me ideas and tell me what you think, ratings and tags may change as I decide what to do with the story. Constructive criticism and compliments accepted.