Those Which Are Sacred
Angel's POV
I woke up one morning, it was a Monday. I've never hated Mondays; I never understood why ponies do. I was forced to wake up early by my older brother Sol Fire; he is training me to become a hero like he is. "ANGEL TIME TO WAKE UP! Your first day of training starts today!" My brother screamed to me from downstairs. I held my hoof on my white mane, the blackness of my fur and the whiteness of my mane making me think I was colorblind for a second but I quickly got up and trotted to the bathroom. My red eyes gleaming in the reflection of the morning sun beaming through my window. "Today is gonna be a great day isn't it?" I mumbled to myself as I brushed my teeth and started the day…
We started off by getting cats out of trees and Foals out of fires, the usual "saving the day" stuff, I did so well in fact that Sol took me to the Sugar Cube Corner for some ice cream.
"So, you like being a hero huh?" He asked me, looking down at his sundae. I wasn't paying attention to him; he had successfully bribed me with ice cream. This wasn't the first time he's done this but I nodded and continued to enjoy my treat. Just then I heard a mare trot through the doors, mumbling to herself. Her mane was black but it had blue and green jagged strips going down each side of it. Her fur was a light blue and she had grey eyes. Sol taught me to take note of a pony on first sight, in case of an emergency, so I knew what they looked like. She sat at another table and held her head in her hooves, crying.
"Hey…" I whispered to Sol. "Do you know her?" He whispered back to me, pulling me by the fur of my chest up to his ear to hear him better.
"Yeah, I saved her from an assassin a while ago… I forget her name though…" He pulled me closer. "She's cute aint' she?" He teased. "Go ask her what's wrong." He told me and I got up and sat across from her, Sols "hero sense" tingling, him flying out the doors to save the day.
"So, what's your name?" I asked, trying to get to know her.
"Fuck off…" She mumbled, covering her face.
"Well that's a nice name… Your parents must have hated you…" I replied, trying to get her attention on me for a sec. Instead she glared at me. "Why do you think I'm crying?" She replied, looking at me now. "My father is trying to kill me." My eyes widened and I nearly choked on my ice cream. "What's your name again?" I asked, now concerned.
"My name is Arty Fly…" She replied back. Just then two unicorns in grey and black body suits trotted through the door, their faces covered by their helmets. I got a really bad vibe from them right away, they were NOT friendly…"What's your name?" She asked, me keeping my eyes on the two.
"My name is Sacred Angel…"
