Opus Requiem

By reader8363

• November 22, 2016

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Species: Earth Pony

Appearance: dull lifeless blue eyes<br />dirty whitish pink<br />dirty, messy, red mane pushed towards his right eye<br />matted red tail<br />small stitches all over his body<br />dirty white jacket with a blue with red wrapping around it in it's inside pocket

Cutie Mark: a brown coffin with a trumpet-shaped hole in it

Personality: touchy about family and where he lived, willing to play if asked. beats around the bush about his past.<br />willing to make friends if there isn't a big crowd

Backstory: Opus Requiem<br /> Opus was born in a village that everyone was excited about little things. He didn’t really care about it, but his parents tried to get him to go out and make a few friends. After a few attempts, He gave up and went outside. He met a few ponies but didn’t really have anything in common. To escape from the crowd, he went into a music store.<br /> The store had soft music playing as and a stallion in his mid 40’s was sitting behind the counter. He looked a the instrument hanging on the wall. Something caught his attention almost immediately, it was a blue trumpet with a light blue spiral wrapping around. He looked at it to see how much it is and saw it said free. He levitated it off the wall and looked it over. He was about to try it out, when the stallion behind the counter said, “Excuse me, you can’t go playing any instrument that you want. Not until I spray it down.”<br /> He sighed with relief and headed over there. He looked up at the stallion and said, “Sir, can you tell me why it said free under it.”<br /> The stallion looked up and said as he sprayed the mouthpiece off, “ponies kept returning it some said it’s cursed, but I just think that it wasn’t meant for them.<br /> When the stallion was done, he took the trumpet and played it. It carried a soft haunting tune. When he was done. He looked at the stallion and said, “I’ll take it.” The stallion nodded and went into the backroom Opus took his trumpet and ran home to show his parents. <br /> His mom scolded him about stealing, and his father scolded him as well, but in a nicer way, when he showed it to them. He kept saying that the stallion gave it to him. His mother shook her head and gave up. <br /> After a few years, he learned that his music can help him sleep. He got a record from the music shop and recorded himself playing his trumpet and listen to it when he goes to bed. As he was walking home from practicing in the park, he felt a sharp pain and passed out. <br /> He woke up in pitch black and a piece of wood in front of his face. He pounded on it until it caved it and pour dirt on him. He panicked and teleport to a hill outside his town. He looked up to see that it was nighttime and everypony was asleep. He quietly walked through the town and a newspaper caught his attention. The date read two years in the future. He looked up to see that he had a cut on his hairline and no blood was coming out. He ran out of the town before anyone could see him.<br /> When he was far away, he noticed that his jacket on him and his trumpet was in its pocket. He headed to Ponyville to make a small living.