Powerless to One's Past

Prologue

The unicorn who was either fourteen or fifteen stared anxiously at the locked door, knowing he didn't have long until his father came home. He was done, so fucking done with all this. Nearly every day was the same: do all the housework, be screamed at then beat, knived and hurt til he could barely see straight. It used to only happen when his father was drunk or particually sour about his wife happened. Now it happened all the time and when he was sober it was worse. His father- Hunter Storm Shard- was as powerful as his son would grow up to be but a lot more willing to use his magic against others, especially his son. At least when he was drunk he couldn't use magic as well as usual which was still very controlled and very powerful.

The unicorn couldn't do it anymore. He wanted to die. His horn lit up with a mysterious purple, silver flecks in it, as he used his magic to levitate a knife. It was one of his Father's and he hated even being associated with anything to do with him but he was running low on choices. At least when dead no one could hurt him anymore; not even himself. For, with the years of abuse, the unicorn had began to hurt himself in an attempt to numb the emotional pain. And it helped...for a little while. However the scars reminded him of the emotions that drove him to do it so he did it again.

The unicorn was no fool, he knew how destructive this cycle was. He just couldn't care anymore. He squeezed his eyes closed and swung the knife into himself. Unbearable pain. Then nothing.

The unicorn went through multiple surgeries and blood transfusions before he woke up to the news he was now an orphan and his father had killed himself to avoid arrest. However the unicorn was still haunted by the memories of the past.

It may be years later but Dusk Shard was still fearful of the past.