//------------------------------// // My Blood // Story: Trench // by Dashie04 //------------------------------// Me and Wingless have been on the run for the past few hours. We’re tired, and night is approaching; however, we have no firewood to start a fire. “You think we lost them?” Wingless says. “With Ocin, you can never be too certain. Knowing him, he’s going to swoop out of the sky and knock us both out cold, then brag about how he’s superior to everypony. Damn, I hate that guy.” I look around me just to be certain we lost them. “But we can stop right now right?” Wingless asks. Agreeing with her, I slow down my pace. “I wish I could fly without losing you, but you have no wings.” She nods as we come to a complete standstill, I silently pray to Luna that Ocin doesn’t come soon. I take off my jumpsuit and view the earth in the sky, nighttime has approached. Wingless takes off her garment and lays it out like a blanket, moving my jumpsuit to the side. She takes her position on the garment and invites me to use it too. She notices me hesitate and says,”What too weird? It’s not like I just want you to sleep here because I can, I just want to make you a little more comfortable.” I choose to not use the blanket anyways. “So, we’re on the run, nopony from Trench knows that you’re gone. That’s absolutely wonderful. To top it all off, I don’t even know what the hell we’re doing with this damn plan! I always sucked at thinking out my plans!” I shout. “Yeah, I don’t know what you’re doing with the damn plan either. I guess we just continue running and hope like hell for some firewood,” Wingless states. “That’s what the plan is right now; however, be assured that I don’t want you to be prey to some lunar pony who thinks you’d be a good punching bag. Not only are they wrong, but I don’t have much of a prayer surviving on my own. I lived under a dome for my life, you know how to survive. I’m going with you.” “That’s fine, I know Ocin isn’t looking for me, so I’ll stay with you so you don’t get floored. You’d make a slightly more apt punching bag for ponies anyways.” “I do have some questions, however.” “How much did they not teach you in school?” Wingless snarks. “Well, first off, I didn’t like school I skipped it...” I start. “What a genius you turned out to be.” Wingless intercedes, deadpanning. “...Anyways, they don’t teach you basic survival because they expect you to stay in Lema your whole life. So, yeah, I have a couple questions. First off, how does fire work on the moon anyways? That seems like a glaring hole in this place’s reasoning.” “They taught you fire needs oxygen to survive, but not how it works on the moon?” Wingless looks at me with a heavy confusion. I nod. “So, Luna realized that we’d need fire to survive. She also realized that there is no atmosphere on the moon; therefore, she casts a spell every night when she raises the moon to make fire work here. It was a necessity that we have fire to survive, as electricity was also out of the equation. What’s your second question?” “How’d you get your scar?” I say, dragging my hoof across my face in the exact position Wingless’ scar is in. “Well, it’s a long story...” Wingless says. “And we’re going somewhere?” I retort. Wingless groans,”Fine. I’ll tell you the bucking story. However, this story is serious, I’m warning you. “Anyways, I was born without wings, and my birth family hated it. They gave me the derogatory name Wingless and constantly scorned my inability to fly. One day, they scorned me for being unable to fly again, and I just snapped for some reason, I don’t even know why. “I attacked them out of the blue, punched them, scorned them like they did to me. Apparently, the didn’t like getting tastes of their own medicine, so they fought back, but with their wings. The wings have little spikes, as you know, so they scratched me right down the middle of my face. The scratch bled heavily, and I couldn’t open my left eye for a few days. “This was the final straw. Unlike your ruthless dictatorship of a colony, we were allowed to leave the dome. I packed nothing, just gathered up some misfits, and ran. Eventually, I found Trench, this was 20-some years ago, and my little team started figuring out how to live. We nominated fire starters to keep us warm, flyers to intercept delivery vehicles, and entertainers to keep us from leaving out of boredom.” “Did this ever leave an emotional scar? Like, do you sometimes think your family was right?” I ask. “No!” Wingless shouts suddenly,”Those motherbuckers can die in a hole for all I care!” “Is there anything holding you down then?” I ask. “Yes, one thing, I keep it hidden very well. However, I am absolutely terrified of not being a good enough leader. I put up façades to makes everyone completely confident that I’m confident in myself. However, I am terrified of losing them, and them hating me.” “Well, you don’t have to worry about going in alone. I’ll be there, I’ll go with you. Also, you wouldn’t survive being pelted by enemies alone,” I say. “This is starting to sound like a declaration of love, disgusting. Let me make it clear Prancey, I am not interested in you, nor will I ever be.” “I’m not either, just want to be your guardian or something. Besides, never is a pretty heavy statement.” “I’m perfectly capable of taking on enemies by myself, you’re my backup. Also, I’m asexual, never is pretty solid.” “Backup’s always nice, isn’t it?” I ask. Wingless nods,”We should probably get some sleep. We’re not going to keep running without it.” I nod, and start to go to sleep. We had a long day of running ahead, and I wanted to not collapse while running. Wingless started going to sleep too. I was hoping to be the most valiant backup ever.