On the last snowy day of March, a baby girl was born, near the Everfree border, to a couple, who never wanted kids, but forget to use protection. The child was named Nyx after the night that she was born under, but she was never given the light that the moon offered as her parents hated her. Whenever they could, they would abuse or take advantage of the child; a task came out, it'd be Nyx's. No matter how hard it was and that included illegally buying alcohol.
As she began to grow, Nyx's black coat and purple mane lost their shimmers and her turquoise whites became their natural color. After turning 6 years old, her parents decided they had enough of abusing the child and locked her away in a cupboard like bedroom in the attic of their moderately modern and rich house. It became her room for 2 years, never seeing the outside world, never being allowed to speak. Nyx almost became mute due to not speaking for those 2 years, but she would talk whenever her parents weren't in to keep a hold of it.
But on her eighth birthday, Nyx had enough. The starvation and mistreatment had finally got to it and she managed to unlock her bedroom door, she went into the kitchen and grabbed a rather sharp knife and waited for her parents return on the bottom steps of the stairs that faced the dark brown, blue tinted door.
The door finally creaked open and Nyx stood, coming face to face with her so called parents. They saw her and slapped her, yelling out. ''WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR ROOM. GET BACK UP THERE, YOU UNGRATEFUL WELT.'' As her father kicked the life out of his child, Nyx's anger and frustration only grew, especially after her mother's rather hurtful comment.
She gripped the knife and lashed out. Blood filled her eyes as the lifeless bodies of her murdered parents drop to the floor before her. The blood ran towards her feet, dying the muddy socks in a sea of redness. She panted out, the sight before her horrific. As the corpses of her parents bled out, Nyx ran for her life, fearing the worst; that the police would come and take her to an orphanage. She ran and ran, even after she ran out of energy, she continued to run until her legs gave themselves out.
It was snowing, like it had been on the day of her birth. But all it did was make her life even more depressing. She still had hold of the bloody knife and when she saw it, her pupil's shrank to a thin slit as she threw knife as far away as her little arms would let her. She fell to the ground, her clothes drenched with her parents' blood, and her body underneath covered in bruises upon bruises as well as many cuts and wounds, some weeping at the movement the little girl was making, as crystal tears filled her eyes. ''..W-why did....''
She shook her head, as her eyes sprang back to normal. ''No, I shouldn't be like this. They weren't treating me like their child!'' She stood slowly and picked up the knife, cleaning it onto a nearby building. ''This'll come in help later....'' She made the blood, she cleaned onto the wall,. form a message saying 'I hate adults'.
She began smirking before slowly stepping through the snow, footsteps trailed behind her, yet clearing up with single flakes of snow. It helped because it would mean nobody would discover her for a few months at least, perhaps a year or two if she was really lucky. ''This won't be too bad..at least I've got something for protection....and I could always steal from dustbins and shops to keep myself alive...as for clothing, I could always trick somebody using my cuteness....''
And that is exactly what she did, for just over 2 years, Nyx went from town to town, stealing and living off the streets. Narrowly escaping every time the police came close to discovering her hideouts, she finally made it to Canterlot, two years later. It was April and she had never been in Canterlot prior to this. Canterlot was different to the other towns she lived and escaped from, it felt magically and what happened there was unique.
Wandering through the alleyways, Nyx was attempting to find food, finally feeding a half-rotten piece of pizza to snack on. She couldn't complain, even if it cause her to get ill. It was something to keep her alive and that was it. Suddenly, the silence of the night was cut right through by weak, muffled cries and whimpers. ''Muh-ma......waa-waa...'' The dark skinned girl turned to a large dustbin, that stood out among the trash bins. As the rain fell over her body, making purple worms crawl over her face, Nyx step forward and with some effort, pushed the lid upwards only to gasp at the sight.
In the blackness of the dustbin laid a infant, tatted in a broken hospital gown with cuts covering her pale pink coat, it was actually hard to tell what was coat and what was blood, as everything was caked in blood. Next to the baby was a can, will spilling juice, the child's lips reaching to try and take a drink from the can, with little success as it's body squirmed and wiggled. Her visible eye was blackened with a weeping cut just below it. The pink baby's nose was clearing bleeding and just below her hairline, a thin line of blood flowed down. Nyx could also clearly see the infant's ribs, it was that skinny.
A lump formed in Nyx's throat, as tears filled her eyes. Tears that hadn't shed once since she killed her parents. This baby, so young, so weak, had suffered a similar sort of thing, yet worse in a way. At least her parents never abandoned her, she abandoned them. Reaching into the bin, the black skinned child slowly picked up the baby, afraid of potentially hurting her more. The tears that threatened to fall finally beat her and she wept for the infant. ''I'm so sorry this happened to you......you poor little thing....Dream Chaser, I won't let this happen to you again.'' Nyx's eyes changed to slits as she made her promise to the infant, she was angry that anyone would leave a baby, and it fueled her hatred towards adults more.
A month passed after Nyx started looking at the infant, discovering that Dream was about 2 or 3 months old as she would often shuffle bum after the older child, if she was left on the ground. Nyx loved the little baby like she was a baby sister, but knew it wouldn't work. It was hard enough keeping herself alive, but now with a infant as well. But one day, that all changed when a gang of teenagers walked into the alleyway, finding the two children. The older boys smirked, seeing the kids as pray. Nyx instantly grabbed her knife and stood in front of the child she saw as a sister. She weren't gonna let them hurt Dream, even if it cost her own life.
The fight broke out quickly, Nyx using her knife to defend herself but getting beat in the process. Her hair began ragged and lifeless as Dream cried out in shock and worry for her 'older sister' and care taker. Nyx snarled at the older boys and spoke quietly. ''I don't care what you do to me, just don't hurt her!''
''Oh, we won't.'' smirked the oldest of the boys as he pulled out a dagger and threw it straight at Dream and he began laughing like it was some kind of joke but when a cry of pain and another of sadness filled the air, he knew the dagger's target had changed and his suspicions had been proven when he saw the older child, laying on the ground, bleeding from a knife wound on the side of her body, the dagger resting on the floor with the black skinned child's blood on it.
He smirked again and called to his friends, all of them walking off and leaving the children to death since they knew a infant wouldn't survive without help. Nyx weakly looked at Dream, before coughing up a little blood. ''...D-don't worry, Dream...y-you'll be fine. I promise....'' More clotted blood escaped her lips, as her vision faded away; just as a blurry fiery figure began running towards them, with a panicked expression.
''....So there...you have it...'' mumbled the present day Nyx, as she cradled Dream in her arms. She was crying heavily as Twilight tried to give as much comfort to the broken child as she could, with fury boiled within her. Who would do something like this to two harmless children, even if they didn't want kids.
Sunset put a hand on the weeping child's shoulder and said gently. ''Do not worry, Nyx. We'll never let this happen to you again. You don't have to suffer no more.'' Twilight nodded in agreement, as tears ran down her own face. ''We'll look after both you and Dream, as soon as your wounds have fully healed that is.''