//------------------------------// // Wounds of the past // Story: Metal and blood // by red reaper //------------------------------// “I don’t know Griev, I don’t know,” The old golden griffon told his son as he cleaned the blood out of the boy’s left eye, and he put a bandages on his left arm. Griev looked at his father, “But I am proud of what you did,” Grios told him, “You were brave, but maybe you gone too far.” “They deserve that,” Griev turned to his father, and tears came out of his eyes, “They beat a poor bear cub, he did nothing to them, and they started to scratch him and made him bleed. It was wrong!” “I didn’t say the reason was wrong,” Grios smiled, “They did deserve that, but we are not the ones to decide.” “Then who will do it? How can you expect me to let them do it?” Griev asked in rage, “If I didn’t fight them, the cub was dead.” “I don’t know Griev,” Grios admitted, “But you must not go down to their level, you must be better.” “Okay dad,” Griev looked at his father, “So, can I go now to play outside?” His father nodded, and Griev flew out of the window to a street full of griffons. As the red-headed griffon flew out of Griffonstone out to the forests of Everfree, looking for his friend, he spotted a two griffons surrounding a small colt, and beating him up. Griev dove towards the griffons as he landed behind them. “Gilda!” Griev shouted at the leader of the bullies, “Leave him alone!” “Oh look who is here boys,” A brown griffon with a white head, “The Justice warrior” The other griffons laughed as Gilda walked towards Griev, “Came for another beat up?” “Leave him alone, Gilda,” Griev gritted his teeth. The griffons left the blue colt, and started to surround Griev. “Maybe you didn’t notice, freak lover,” A green griffon pushed Griev aside, “But he is a pony, do you really want to fight us again, for him?” Griev stood up, and he looked at the pony, the wounded colt that these bullies attacked for no reason, suffering and afraid. “Leave him alone!” Griev repeated himself. The green griffon pushed Griev away, and the continued to beat the pony. “I’m sorry dad,” Griev whispered to himself, and he leaped on the green griffon, sinking his claws on his wing. “I told you to leave him alone!!” Griev punched the griffon in the face until he started to bleed. Gilda pulled Griev back before he would kill her friend. Are you insane?!!” Gilda asked Griev as his eyes were filled with fire, “You almost killed him.” Griev returned to his senses as he heard that. The boy looked at his claws, and he saw them covered in blood, and he was looked back at the green griffon, just lying on the ground, as blood was leaking from his eyes. Gilda ran towards her friend trying to stop the bleeding. “Why would you do it?” What have I done? Griev asked himself as he ran away, crying and blaming himself on what happened, he let his anger do it to him, the anger almost made him to take life. Griev arrived to a lake filled with nothing but brown trees, green grass, and red flowers. Griev walked to the lake to wash the blood away from his claws, as the pony he saved followed him behind, carrying a brown bag. “Thank you,” The young blue unicorn told Griev. Griev turned to see the colt, and he noticed a black tattoo on his left hoof of a dragon. “Why did they do it to you?” Griev asked the blue colt. “I tried to hunt one of them,” the unicorn smiled as he took a dart from the bag, and he used the magic to shoot the dart at Griev. Griev took the dart, looking at it as started to faint, “Good thing I found a better prey.” “What happened?” Griev returned to his senses as he saw a black changeling with one blue eye and one green eye looking at him, fixing his metal arm from the knife, “Did you blacked out as well when they threw the knife on your arm?” “It’s nothing Doc,” Griev answered as he fixed his weapon, charging him with red fuel. “Do you remember that we need to be undercover?” Doc looked at Griev, “We cannot be exposed, what’s mean that you cannot just kill ponies again.” Griev got up of the chair, and he tried the gun on a dummy that was three meters away. The griffon aimed at the dummy, and a red bolt was blasted from the gun, tearing apart the dummy, sending parts to the sides of the abandoned warehouse. Griev smiled as he reloaded his gun, and he heard doc calling to him, “I need you to take some things that I have built to the train, they’re supposed to be sent in 30 minutes.” Griev nodded as he left the gun on a shelf, and he took a large box filled with some gadgets for the royal guards. “And Griev,” Doc told again to his friend, “Don’t do anything stupid.” Griev rolled his eyes, and he left his changeling friend alone in the warehouse, as he left to do his delivery job. Griev arrived to the train as a he saw a group of dragons walking towards a wounded pegasus mare with a broken wing, Griev noticed that the mare had a tattoo of black dragon, and he remembered the tattoo. The stallion that stole him from his father.