Scorn... The feeling or belief that someone is worthless or despicable... To feel and express contempt or derision for something.

These two definitions were something the human knew all too well. Scorn is all he felt, from the moment he set foot in this world to the few encounters he's had with this world's resident Ponies. He had tried to integrate himself, to approach with friendliness and wanton of peace, but it ended the same all five times he's tried: in chains.

The first one he met was calm and friendly as well. She'd even invited him in secret to her humble abode. Nothing about spelled deceit, but the human now knew better, and berated himself for not seeing the red flags and signs. Luckily, he had managed to get out of there before the worst of it came. The human assumed her to be a bad egg among the species. A selfish mare who wanted him to herself. He wanted to believe the others would be different.

All other four attempts proved him wrong, and the last one was the final straw. She didn't just chain him up, she magically infused those chains onto his person, sealing his arms and legs in rock to make sure he never left, and could never escape. Luckily for him, Zecora knew when he was in trouble. It was part of her charm, a caretaker's instinct. She tracked him down, ripped him from the mare's hold, and dissolved what she could off of him. Now, only the right braces and pieces of rock remained, forever attached to his right forearm and his right ankle. He never gave another mare a chance thereafter, not even the kind and shy Pegasus that resided just outside of the Everfree and Ponyville, even if she always left him.

Having been fed up with being powerless, with Zecora coming to bail him out of jams like that, he decided to try and obtain the power Ponies had: magic. This journey took him to some old castle, one he'd been to on various occasions to explore in safety, as it was the only structure in the Everfree hidden from the eyes of the world. Hidden doors and chambers were everywhere, all holding relics that were priceless and powerful. Zecora had warned him of the latter, always telling him to stray from them, but this time, he couldn't. He needed to push back when the world shoved him. So, he found something legendary, something forbidden, and he now wore it around his neck like a necklace.

Standing atop a hill on the outskirts of Ponyville, the human looked down at the town, dressed not in normal clothing, but in a costume created and conjured up by the Alicorn Amulet he bore.

The costume was pitch black with its material being a leathery fabric magically enhanced to withstand physical and magical strikes. On his torso runs a v-shaped red stripe that rounds to his tailbone at the top of the V, which stops at his pecs. The bottom of the letter goes down to his groin, passing between his legs and meeting the stripe at his tailbone. A second stripe of the same color goes around the back of his neck and travels down his shoulders and arms, stopping at the base of his forearm-length gloves. Two more stripes create horizontal Vs on his mask, his eyes being at the base of the twin letters. His waist has a belt made of chains, and a second belt is attached to his left leg, three satchel pouches clipped to it. They served as inventory, allowing him to carry bits, miscellaneous items, and small potions brewed by Zecora. When in the costume, his eyes become a pure pitch white, and he bears a long black cape connected to black metallic shoulder armor, which is kept there by the Alicorn Amulet, as it is attached and acts as the hook to the cape.

To all who see this costume, they would find it to be just that, but it was so much more, especially when it was made by one of the greatest and darkest amulets known to pony kind, and with the costume came great magic and power; more than enough to rival and triumph over those that try to take advantage of him. Of course, nopony had tried, sure, and the human doubted they ever will again once they see him now.

With seven years under his belt, and turning twenty not too long ago, the human's mind still wandered, always entertaining the thought of what came before. He hated not knowing who he was. A whole childhood was wiped without reason or an explanation. He could only assume that his memory was meant to be wiped, so that when those two Alicorns came to take him away, he would always believe that he was their pet, their breeding bull, and that nothing's ever changed. It didn't work, and while he didn't remember anything, he still knew that there was a life before. A life taken away in favor for selfish, or perhaps selfless gain. Honestly, he couldn't discern whether or not he was the bad guy for staying hidden for as long as he has, but with everything that's occurred, he definitely viewed himself as a lesser evil to the mares who found out about him.

Still though, if there was one thing he remembered from his past, the single solitary thing... It was his promise to some old man who, in his vivid visions and dreams, was in a hospital, dying before him. He wanted him to do what was always right, even for those who didn't appreciate it. He wanted him to be better, and keep BEING better. That's why he didn't just take the Alicorn Amulet for a means to fight back, but a means to be a hero, a guardian that dwells on the darker side of harmony.

Turning his pure white eyes upwards, the human stared at the afternoon horizon.

'That man... He's the only thing I can remember, and that... gruesome image of him in the casket...'

He looked down at the brace on his arm, tugging at it before looking out again.

'Who am I...? Why did they not want me to remember anything? And, who is that man?'

He felt he'd never get an answer. At least, not anytime soon. With a cool breeze blowing his long black cape to the side, he turned to return to the Everfree Forest.

"Heeeelp! Help!"

He stopped when he heard a voice calling for aid, turning back around as he recognized the voice to be young, too young to be adult. It was a child screaming for someone, anyone to answer her call. Looking towards the source of the cries, his eyes fell upon a well with a broken boarded entrance. A filly had fallen in, he wagered, and acting upon his impulses, he reeled down. The cape behind him split at the seams, burning into two slices that formed into a pair of wings. Flapping them once, he refocused himself and launched into the air, turning and gliding towards the well. Smashing through with a magically-infused fist, he cruised down the large hole in the ground, wondering just how the filly who fell down was even alive. Reaching the bottom, he flared his wings to slow himself, finding the small anthropomorphic standing, slightly sunk, in the murky water.

She squeaked at the sight of him, especially when his red stripes glowed with the usage of his arcane magic, but she was given no chance to flee from him as he grabbed her and tucked her under his arm. Giving a hard push upwards, he soared towards the top of the well, gaining more and more speed as he could feel the presence of a crowd just outside. Flying up out of the well, he arced over the crowd before allowing the wings to fuse back into a cape. Slamming into the dirt, the glow of his stripes faded as he let the youngling mare down. Her mother, having heard her cries before the human sprang into action, rushed to the little filly. She scooped her up in her arms as the human watched, ignoring the cheers he got from the others around him. Walking past them without a word, he sprang upwards, landing on the roof of one of Ponyville's buildings.

"Hey! Wait!"

The human paused, looking back down at the crowd as the filly was waving at him and the mother smiling.

"Thank you so much! I couldn't begin to think about what could have happened to my daughter had you not have shown up!"

"... Think nothing of it, miss. Part of the new job."

The filly wiggled in her mother's arms, looking up at him excitedly.

"I'll think EVERYTHING of it! You're my hero!"

The mother nodded in agreement.

"Yes. What is your name, Miss?"

The human rose an eyebrow before rolling his eyes, turning gliding off back towards the edge of town, leaving the crowd behind as he traversed into the Everfree, a place where nopony will come to bother him. Landing on the ground, the human allowed the suit to fade away and allow his normal clothes to return. With a little extra aid from Zecora, the human learned how to make his own clothes from the designs of modern mare attire. He now wore a simple brown tank top with a pair of black shorts and sneakers. With the Alicorn Amulet still present around his neck, he made his way through the forest, rolling his shoulder as he came upon a familiar hut. Opening the door, he peeked inside.

"Zecora, I'm back."

The Zebra was by her cauldron, as usual, brewing up a new potion for her collection.

"Ah, the matured human returns. Tell me, how much of Ponyville did you overturn?"

The human closed the door behind him, taking off his shoes and leaving them by the door.

"Not much of it, actually. Some kid fell down into the well, and I decided to finally test out my suit's capabilities in a real-life minor emergency."

"And?"

The human rubbed his back. With the suit enabled, his body also went through changes with the appearance. His body is able use its most vital organs and structure as weapons, turning his twenty-four ribs into chains that burst from his chest, all within his control and manipulation. The veins in his arms and wrists can also emerge, transformed into wires sharper than guard's blade. Finally, his spine removes itself from his body, remaining underneath his cape as the top portion of it was still buried and connected into his nape. That spine not only controls his cape, but hardens it enough to make it a lethal weapon against his enemies. It's strange, but it works, so he's not complaining.

"It went well. I've finally revealed myself to the populace, and got a good reception from it."

He sighed as he walked up next to the taller Zebra.

"Though everyone thinks I'm a girl."

A chuckle escaped Zecora as she patted the human's head.

"Do not fret, little human. Many have not seen such a creature of your stature and domain. The only ones who know you exist, are those that seek you for desist."

The human narrowed his eyes angrily. Celestia and Luna were his two biggest pains right now. Even though it's been seven years since he's been sighted in Equestria, they still have guards sweeping the nation for him, making hiding much more difficult with the added threat of kidnappers. Walking to his bed, he flopped down on it.

"Ah, I just wish things didn't have to be like this. All I wanted out of both worlds was just a family and friends to top it. I didn't want to be hounded my entire life, threatened with neverending sexual assault by every person on the world. It just SOUNDS like hell..."

"A statement we can both agree upon. However, not every creature in this land seek your life undone. Speaking of which..."

Zecora stopped stirring her brew as she turned her full attention to the human.

"Have you finally come up with a name to call you by? I wish not to call you 'human' by time's nigh."

"..."

The human looked down before remembering his thoughts upon the hill outside of Ponyville. Remembering the word that described his situation, he grinned, finally finding a name that suit him best.

"Scorn, Zecora..."

He turned to her, his grin widening into a smile.

"Call me Scorn."

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