Fear.

[GenderIsAnIllusion 2,177]

Disclaimer: This is my first Fan fiction of any kind. I do not recommend that any viewer under the age of 13 read this, as it at times, can suggest violence (Or bluntly present it). IT contains no traces of Clop (as per forums rules) Suggestions are VERY welcome, and I encourage it to a point, but don't go around saying its a piece of crap without a reason plze. MLP FIM, and all related intellectual property are sole trademarks of Hazbro.

 

Fear. (Incomplete; Check back often for updates)

 

Prologue

 

The Timberwolves ran through the moonlit forest seemingly chasing nothing in their quest. After much searching they finally track a familiar scent in a clearing just ahead of them. They rushed into the clearing, stopping to probe the night air with their  proficient noses. They spotted  a shadowy blob on the ground, and instantly started growling hungrily as the scent emanating from the blob reached their snouts. The dark mass slowly rose above the ground maybe 3 feet, as it started to morph and pulsate. It shaped itself into the figure of a small colt, and with a flash of light there stood that Colt whose coat was blacker than the night sky. Although young, his dark mane, which was streaked with red and white, was long, and his facial expression was mature and filled with hate. His eyes met the wolves hungry slobbering faces and in an instant his eyes went from Hate-filled to those filled with deep malice, for it was them who woke him up to a very unpleasant bite on his flank. In his struggle to get away from them, he sustained countless bruises, bite marks, and cuts, cursing himself mentally for not being more careful as to where he nested for the night.

 

A reddish aura surrounded the colts eyes, as he focused on his assailants. All his anger, and trepidation  was released in a mighty cry as sparks flew from his eyes in all directions. The lightshow ended just as quickly as it began. The wolves lied there simply unconscious from the brutal magic assault. The colt was surprised at what he had done, but had no time to think about it now; Had no will to figure it out just yet.

 

"I have to get away from them." he thought to himself as he forced one hoof in front of the other, yelping in pure agony with each step. "I cant let this opportunity escape.... or they might wake up.... and kill me." He thought this out loud and shuttered at it briefly.

 

His labored breathing gave way to a heavy sigh as he got out of the clearing. Blood was dripping slowly down his flank and legs; the feeling of the warm red liquid ran a shiver through his spine. He managed to find a clearly worn path in the dirt, and being as smart as he was, he followed it..... for ten minutes. He suddenly heaved and twisted to the ground, his tiredness and pain finally getting the better of him. He passed out right then and there, right at the outskirts of Ponyville.

 

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He could feel small pressure points all over his body and an unfamiliar warmth surrounded him. He touched the edge of what he thoguht must have been a small blanket. He let his hoof touch his sore flank and realized why he felt all those pressure points; much to his confusion every single cut and bite mark on his little body had been expertly wrapped in gauze and bandage. But how?

 

The answer to that question became apparent seconds later, as he heard a door gingerly open and close not more than a few feet away. He refused to look at the source of the noise, content to lie there, eyes closed.

 

He could hear the soft humming melodies of a mare.  At first he allowed himself to relax without even opening his eyes; soaking up the soothing heat and sounds, practically in joy, but suddenly he felt the intrusion of a small metal object which held an extremely bitter liquid in his mouth. He wanted to gag, but wanted even more to catch his attacker off guard.

 

He bite down hard on the object and shot his eyes open. He was greeted with a startled shriek as the mare right in front of his face quickly removed the handle of the spoon from his mouth, causing herself to fall over in the process. He coughed and cursed under his breath, and couldn't believe he actually swallowed the terrible liquid.

 

He looked down at the mare and took note of her features. Her coat was a light yellow, and her mane a shade of bubblegum pink. He also caught the glimpse of her flank, which held three small butterflies seemingly printed there; her cutie mark.

 

His attacker finally composed herself after several minutes, standing up and panting hard. The bandaged colt hit her with the look of pure unmistakable anger. He puffed out his chest and frazzled his mane to look as big as possible; a common technique used by many wild animals to intimidate predators. But he knew he couldn't keep up his charade for long in his weakened state. "If she sees through this, I'm dead."--- This thought played in his mind over and over; shaking his morale to the core.

 

The mare forced herself to give full eye contact to the colt, who was simply standing there, looking completely pissed off. She narrowed her eyes threateningly; a HUGE mistake. He figured she found him out, and was about to attack. He wasn't about to go down without a fight.

 

He lunged at her at full force, ignoring the somehow diminishing pain; ignoring all thoughts of reason he had. It was good effort, but to no avail. He came up a foot short of his target and landed muzzle first into the hard coffee table which occupied the center of the room. He lost all hope. HIs tail flew between his hind legs; a gesture of surrender.

 

The mare slowly walked towards the now cowering mass. He looked up at her with a face full of deep hatred. She once again forced her to give the colt full eye contact. That's when she caught a glimpse of something unexpected. The hating face had the hint of mortal terror in it. He was afraid of HER? Thoughts of torture, cooking pots, and pain danced in his mind, tormenting him.

He closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable.

 

"my name is Fluttershy."-- she said softly. "What's your name?"

 

This is not what he was expecting. Where's the angry hooves around his neck? Where's the evil laugh? He sat there totally confused, refusing to look at this..... Fluttershy? Why did she seem so... nice? He was not buying it.

 

He spat out the rounded end of the spoon he had bitten off earlier straight into Fluttershys face. She flinched, and brushed off the slobbery piece of metal while uttering a small sigh at the act of desperation.

 

"Whats... your name?"-- she asked again, In the most kind voice she could muster after being spat at.

 

"So, you want to know my name before you finish me off?"-- He asked coldly in response to Fluttershys question.

 

His voice was much deeper than a colt of his apparent age should have been able to produce.

She smiled a large compassionate smile and said, "Don't be scared little guy, I'm not going to hurt you." --

His cold expression finally melted; making way for the unmistakable look of a scared little colt in a lot of pain, both physically and mentally. Fluttershy invited him into her forelegs, holding them out awkwardly in front of her. The last hint of bravado left him as he allowed himself to be picked up into the forelegs of his captor. A flood of tears poured down his face; he was unable to control himself as he buried his face into her chest like a foal who needed its mothers love.

 

He bawled into her chest for what seemed like hours before he finally calmed down; only the occasional whimper or sniffle escaping his muzzle.

 

"Shadow..... D-d-d-delver."-- He said in-between his heavy breathing. "My name is Shadow Delver."

 

Fluttershy was about to say something to him, but she looked down and realized he had passed out; the mix of medicine, exhaustion, and excitement brought sleep to Shadow like a ton of bricks. She began to gently lay the softly snoring mass on her couch, being careful not to..... "PLOP"..... her forelegs gave out, and Shadow fell on the couch, moaning in pain.

 

Her now panicked expression looked over him making sure she had not caused him anymore injuries. Her eyes fell over a small leather satchel that was knocked loose from his abdomen when he fell. She reached inside the satchel, and pulled out its sole content; a small book with yellowing pages, and a bright blue cover. The slightly faded words-- "Diary of Shadow Delver" looked like they were hoof stitched in carefully, and then painted with gold leaf. It was clearly a cherished possession of his, being in such good condition.

 

Fluttershy opened up Shadows diary to its first entry and started reading the hand written scrawl:

 

June 3, 1982

Dear Diary

I am writing to you for the first time!! Today has been the best day of my life. I turned five, and my dad took off from work to spend the day with me. Mother joined us in the park where we played for hours. And the icing on the cake was the best gift I could ever have gotten. Mother made you diary, with her own hooves just for me. I love her so much, and my father as well. Sorry to cut this entry short, but my eyelids are heavy. Goodnight Diary

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sincerely Shadow

 

The next several pages were blank so she skipped to the most current entry in the diary and read with more difficulty, because of large tear stains on the page.

 

June 5, 1993

Dear Diary

It has been exactly 11 years since the worst day of my life occured. I should have known something was wrong when that sly Unicorn made his way into our village. But i was naive back then. I now know that only fear can keep me safe from danger. Its driven me this far, and i wont stop surviving any time soon. Trust is now a dirty word on my toungue. A foreign entity that i shall never again succumb to. Trust in that evil Unicorn caused the village to fall victim to his wrath. I can still see our quaint little hut burning down around us, my parents pushing me out of the way of a falling rafter. I sat with them in there final moments of life. As the life drained from their faces, i started to run far away from our ruined village; far away from him; the nameless evil unicorn. I'm sorry for crying as i write into you. I cant help it. This image has tormented my dreams for 11 long years. Ever since that day, I have been living in the wild. Running fro monsters every day, surviving every challenge life threw at me. Still..... my nightmares are starting to change me. I can feel a power within me growing with my fear. I'm afraid I will be thrown into the abyss of insanity any day now.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sincerely Shadow

 

Tears rolled down Fluttershys face with her soft sobs. She couldent believe what she had just read. She; Fluttershy had just taken in an orphaned Colt. and on top of that, judging by the dates of the entries she concluded that he was 16 years old. Far older than his size would have suggested. Only one year behind her.

 

No wonder his behavior was so erratic,........ his dark past wouldent let him trust. He was swallowed in fear 24/7. Her heart started to burn; it burned with the desire to help Shadow, but would he let his guard down, and trust her?..... She glanced at the sleeping colt. She swore to herself that night, that she would take care of shadow, and nurture some trust and freindship into his damaged heart.

 

Chapter 1: Trust issues (Only part one is here. Check back later for part 2 lolz)

 

 

 

The warmth surrounded her like she was drifting through warm air currents. She lie there, absorbing this exuberant heat and let it carry away the sorrowful feelings she still felt after reading Shadows diary. The poor orphaned colt lay beside her, shivering with what Fluttershy could only imagine be a terrible nightmare, because in fact she was starting to feel uncomfortable in the now rising heat of the room.

 

Her eyes opened bleakly, and a whisperous scream escaped the shy mare. "Where am I?" she thought out loud in a barely audible, shaking voice. Fluttershy looked around and discovered she and Shadow had somehow wound up in a round, pitch black room. She now looked nervously at the sleeping Shadow; only his bandages and the bright red and white stripes of his mane visible against the glaring darkness.

 

"Wake up, wake up!!!"--  she said with urgency as she lightly tapped the colt on his shoulder. His eyes suddenly flipped open, and started blinking to get the sleep out of his eyes.

 

"Oh good, your awake, we have to get out of h--" the last word she was about to speak was cut short when the young colt, rather rudely, shoved his hoof into her mouth.

  " Calm down, we are simply in a transmogrified shadow." he said in an extremely annoyed tone. Fluttershy gave him a helpless confused look. " Um.... i have no idea what that means." she said in an even more sheepish tone than usual.

 

Shadow sighed at this. "It means, i accidentally wrapped a shadow around us while i was sleeping. Its really no big deal, as it happens almost every night."-- A strange red aura floated around Shadows eyes, and the darkness around them started to fluctuate around the pair. Slowly, the creeping darkness started to fade, and the familiar shapes in Fluttershys living room came into view.

"Wait, YOU did this wh........ how?" Her voice was barely a murmur. Shadow just looked at her with a cold, untrusting glare.

Edited June 8, 2013 by ResistenceXD0001

[Friendship_Cannon 1,676]

Nice FanFic so far, man.

It´s an interesting idea, for it is incomplete it makes me wonder about a few things of course. I usually prefer happier fanfiction, but the tragic one has its rightful place, and this one is moderate, I´d say.

About your writing, there is just a bit of room to improve... a few grammar mistakes, nothing too bad, just read over it once or twice after you finished it, and a few words that just don´t really seem to fit. Nothing too bad, though, I´m sure you´ll know what I mean reading over it once or twice.

I´ll check back on this, ´cause I´m quite a bit curious on how this could go on ;D.

[GenderIsAnIllusion 2,177]

Nice FanFic so far, man.

It´s an interesting idea, for it is incomplete it makes me wonder about a few things of course. I usually prefer happier fanfiction, but the tragic one has its rightful place, and this one is moderate, I´d say.

About your writing, there is just a bit of room to improve... a few grammar mistakes, nothing too bad, just read over it once or twice after you finished it, and a few words that just don´t really seem to fit. Nothing too bad, though, I´m sure you´ll know what I mean reading over it once or twice.

I´ll check back on this, ´cause I´m quite a bit curious on how this could go on ;D.

 

 

It is still in edit mode, but I decided to upload it to a few sights and get some opinions. Reading it over , I do see what you mean. I keep tripping up when I read, especially in the very first paragraph, and near any form of dialogue. An update should happen within the next 2 days (Seeing as im off work both days), but nothing major, as I have thrown the draft for the actual chapter one into my fireplace 7 times already. I appreciate any other inputs, and possibly any specific examples of problem areas you could help me address.

[~Luminiferous Ether~ 107]

Not too many mistakes I can see, might want to proof-read it a bit more though.

 

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I love the idea though, I can't wait to see how this ends up.

[Friendship_Cannon 1,676]

It is still in edit mode, but I decided to upload it to a few sights and get some opinions. Reading it over , I do see what you mean. I keep tripping up when I read, especially in the very first paragraph, and near any form of dialogue. An update should happen within the next 2 days (Seeing as im off work both days), but nothing major, as I have thrown the draft for the actual chapter one into my fireplace 7 times already. I appreciate any other inputs, and possibly any specific examples of problem areas you could help me address.

 

Okay, I´ll keep an eye open for it.

About the things I´ve mentioned, those are more of the stylistic type...

Words like 24/7 and others that sound a bit like slang don´t really seem to fit, and in a few blocks (and in the whole fic) a few sentences directly after each other begin with: "he (did something...)". The "he" always directly in the beginning could be replaced, just to make the text seem a bit more... free, kinda.

Edited June 4, 2013 by Friendship_Cannon