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// A flash to the past. 
// Story: An evil apple. 
// by Sunrisegalestorm 
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Braeburn`s eyes were filled with tears. His mother and father who he loved more than life….They just died right infront of him. They were both crushed by a mine collapsing. They were both so close to making it. He was crying his eyes out next to there cold lifeless body`s.  His mothers once bright pink body was now coverd in blood and dust….Her body unrecognisable.  And his fathers once green coat was no coverd in blood as if some one had just threw, pain over his body.

What was he going to do now? He had no pony to care for him. It wasn’t like any pony would care for him right? After a few moments a bunch of unicorn medics had showed up to the sceen, and Braeburn was taken away to a small police station to see if he knew anything.

Around a Hour later the police were done talking to him and he was left to cry in the small cold white room. After a while a tall white Pegasus mare with a pitch black main walked into the room. 
BraeBurn looked at the mare and ran straight into her arms and he began to cry. The mare know as Snow ran her hoof through BraeBurn`s scruffy main. “lets go home.” She said in a kind tone as  the picked him up.

Two years later BraeBurn walked into his small house. He was home a little late from school. There infront of him was Snow. He smiled a bit but let out a small yell as she hit her across the face.
“Your late home!” she snapped.
BraeBurn winced. “Sorry….my class got held behind..”
Snow growled. “Was that because of you ya little brat?” she hit him across the face again. BraeBurn shook his head. “You lying little brat! Go to your room now!” Braeburn nodded and dashed of to his room crying his eyes out. He ran into his soft yellow room and jumped onto his bed.  What had made her snap like that? She was always so kind and nice! 

As the weeks progressed things had began to got worse. He would get beatend and abused by her every day. Sometimes things got so bad he never would show up to school. And one time she pulled out a knife on him…. He never could go to the hospital as she had thretand to kill him if he told any pony. There was only few times he could escape. And that bearly happened. Even if he was out she would still find him near the lake he use to spend, a lot of time at with his mother.

Biting his lip he had enough. He had put up with her for months.  But he couldn’t take it any more. The pain was to much. He knew he could maybe find his friend Soarin….He didn’t know about what was going on. Snow always acted fake when he would sometimes come round. Shaking his head he got back to his thoughs. Escape was what he needed. 

But this was the risk. A Big risk. There was Rifle pony in his blood line. And his father had left his in the home on the day he died. What would happen is SHE had her hoof`s on it? He shudder at the thought of what she could do with old lighting streak as his father would call his rifle. The results could be terrible. But he shook it  of… If he could get out of there he would be free.


Sighing he picked up his Stetson and put it on along with his matching jacket. Biting his lip he silently slid out of his bedroom door into the darkness outside, no pony was there grinning a little he quietly began to walk towards the door. He  smiled a little. She wasn’t in sight.  

Quietly he opened the small brown door leading , to the outside world. Closing the door behind him he looked him with a smirk. The wind  was blowing his long flowing main, at last….he was going to be free!

Leting out a tiny chuckle he had began to trot down the , dark dusty paths of appleloosa!  He began  to trot along the paths…He was almost there. Screaming he felt a cold blow hit is head and he fell to the floor…..