Ever wonder if there were opposites to the Elements of Harmony?
Guess what.
It's not their rivals.
Ha! Look at him, the boy who lost his sister!
At least, that's what they say in my mind. They wonder how she died, but I know. Oh I know.
I was fourteen years old... She had so much to live for... She died so I, a useless environment lover, could live.
Not that I wasn't grateful, but she also left me with her murderers.
Mother and Father.
And do you wonder how they became the Elements of Abuse?
Who they are?
What they want?
Why?
This may answer all your questions...
"Goodbye!" I wave Applejack off with a smile, you know, those little dainty waves that you can't help but smile and wave back at?
As soon as she turns away, I pull a face, one of those 'ugh' faces with the tongue out and rolling your eyes. Sweet Leaf just shrugs, holding her arms up as well, you know, in a 'v' as if holding something up.
"I just don't get it!" I exclaim, throwing my arms up in frustration. "Why does she have to wonder what I'm doing tomorrow just so she can schedule her concert with that band 'The Rainbooms'?! And their name sucks ass!"
Five Elements...
Six teenagers...
Four problems...
One school.
Two worlds.
I hate my parents.
Boom, just gonna throw it in there!
Everything I do, they criticise!
I didn't stir a damn cake right!
I didn't eat a marshmallow right!
Heck, I was a minute late home!
A FREAKING MINUTE!
But all evil has a reason to be evil, no?
Do they even know what they're doing?
What effect it'll have on them, the school, their world?
Yes. It does.
Yes. They do.
Yes. They know.
They care too.
Their Element is just too strong.
I cowered in the scowl of my father as he put down the paper.
My test results.
This isn't good enough. It's not success. It's not 100%.
I know that's what he's going to say.
And say it, he does.
Now the Hair Six, the Human Six, must team with several other magical beings to stop them.
The Sirens. Princess Twilight Sparkle. Their... History teacher?!
How hard can five seventeen year olds and one sixteen year old be to defeat?
Pretty hard.
Their bearers are just too broken.
You don't know the meaning of abandonment and disloyalty.
Not unless you've been abandoned seven times.
1. Real family, left to die, a baby.
2. Family who found me, left at door, a toddler.
3. Family who lived at the door, left to die, a toddler.
4. Foster family, kicked out, young child (six).
5. Second foster family, abandoned (family moved, left me), young child (eight).
6. Third foster family, left to die, near pre-teen (eleven).
7. Fourth foster family, attempted to kill me and then left the house for the police to find me, teenager (thirteen).
Now I live with my fifth foster family. Let's hope they don't leave me.
What do you want from life, Elements?
- A life free of pain.
- A family who's there.
- Parents who don't push me.
- Praise.
- A family who really wants me.
- My fostered brother and his friends to be noticed.
They just couldn't wait.
Not any longer.
Warning: Contains physical, mental and emotional abuse, dark pasts, feels, trauma, anxiety attacks and several other things. Proceed with caution.
A/N: So yeah. This is another project.
This takes place in the human world. I will be writing this as well as my other two projects after The Sick Captor.
So yeah. Bye.