Ian tensed up and felt his heart rate go faster. A chill ran down his body and not a good one

Ian: Oh no

It was Pitch Black his father and he didn't sound to happy. That's when Ian  remembered that he was suppose to be packing up to leave the isle today. His father wanted him to get Celestia's magic wand. Ian didn't want to go. He wanted to stay on Isle of The Lost with his friends and cause trouble. But his father made it very clear that Ian had no choice in the matter.

Ian turned to his father nervously

Ian: Hey dad

Pitch: Where are you kids supposed to be right now?

None of the kids answered in fear of Pitch's response.

Pitch: Well?

Finally Ian spoke

Ian: Packing even though none of us want to leave the Isle and your not giving us much of a choice

The people around them detect the sass in Ian's tone towards his father and feared for Ian especially his friends. They all knew that Pitch Black did not allow anyone on the Isle of The Lost to speak to him like that. They had all seen the consequences of that. Especially Ian.

Pitch: That's because you don't. Now all of you go pack. Ian you home now! Your going to pack now.

Pitch starts to walk towards home. Elsa quickly runs up to Ian and whispers in his ear.

Elsa: Just do as he says Ian you know what happened last time you didn't listen to him. None of us want to see you hurt again Ian.

Ian let out a frustrated groan and followed after his father. Once he caught up his father spoke.

Pitch: Honestly Iandore your making a big deal out of nothing. I thought you would have wanted to leave. So you can prove yourself to me, be just like me. You used to tell me all the time when you were little that you wanted to be just like me. What happened to that?

Ian honestly didn't know it was probably because he had said all that before he had met Sunset Shimmer and later on Elsa, Raph, and Fluttershy. A part of him didn't know if was he good or evil. As they entered Pitch's home Ian answered

Ian: Maybe I just want to be me Dad.

Pitch let out a big laugh and said

Pitch: Oh Iandore always so dramatic and emotional just like your mother.

Ian winced at those words tears forming in his eyes. He hated when anymore talked about his mother or compared him to her. His mother Queen Chrysalis. Queen of the changeling's. The Changeling's were shape shifters and Ian had inherited that power. But nobody other Elsa knew that Queen Chrysalis was Ian's mother who had abandoned him when he was a baby.

Ian: Don't compare me to that b*tch

Ian hated his mother for abandoning him. For leaving him alone with his father. What made it worse is that he remembered her. He remembers her singing a lullaby to him. Ian didn't remember the song but he did remember that her eyes were full of love she stared down at him. He hated her

Pitch: For once we agree your mother is a b*tch

For some reason that comment filled Ian with rage. But he didn't say anything.

Pitch: But I hope you know Ian I'm making you do this because I love you

Ian noticed how his father sounded disgusted when he said I love you.

Ian: (scoffs) this isn't love

Pitch turned to Ian

Pitch: Excuse me?

Ian: That's what you call love. You tell me that all the time and everytime I come out of it with a brand new scar.

Ian pulled his right arms sleeve showing the scars Pitch had inflicted on him. Which on his blue skin were white.

Pitch: Stop being so dramatic and go pack

Ian: I already told you I'm not going!

Ian made his way to the front door to leave but a strong hand grabbed his left hand stopping him

Ian: Ow! Let go!

Pitch: I said it once and I'll say it again. You will go to Metroville and you will  get Celestia's magic wand! You don't have a choice

Ian tried to pull his hand out of his father's grasp. Pitch let go while Ian was trying to pull away which sent him tumbling into a table beside the wall. Causing a vase on it to fall off and break and unfortunately Ian fell onto the vase shards. His left hand getting severely cut from the vase shards some stuck in his hand like glass.

Pitch: Looks like you get one more scar before you now go to your room to pack.

Ian stood up holding his injured hand close to him. But he didn't budge

Pitch: NOW IANDORE!!

Ian flinched hard when his father yelled and quickly ran up to his room to pack. He quickly packed his stuff in his backpack including his spell book. After finishing he sat down to treat his wounded hand

Ian: Great Ian your going to Metroville with a fresh wound. (Sighs) Should have just kept my d*mn mouth shut.

After it up and wrapping it up with bandages. He put a black leather glove on his injured (left) hand. He'd keep it on till his hand was healed.

Ian: They won't know now

Ian laid down on his bed. His father would call him when it was time to go. Suddenly that memory of his mother popped in his mind. Her smile soft and eyes full of love. She was humming a little lullaby or was she singing? Ian didn't remember he was a baby for crying out loud. Ian hated his mother for abandoning him and leaving him alone with his father. He hated that memory it angered him

But it was times like this where after his father hurt him for misbehaving. That the memory was comforting to him. He let the memory play in his head for a bit only to remember all those times as a kid. His views of his mother were completely from now and then when he was a little elf. When he was a little elf he absolutely adored his mother even though he knew then she had abandoned him. He always said she'd come back for him

But years went by and those nights his father Pitch continued to hurt him. Those nights Little elf Ian would cry himself to sleep. Wondering where his mother was. That memory playing through his head. He would wondered if his mom regretted leaving him? Did she ever really love him? Sometimes Ian stills wonders these things. But there was no way in h*ll he was gonna find his answer.

Pitch: IANDORE IT'S TIME!

Ian sighed and grabbed his backpack.

Ian: Look out Metroville here I come

Author's Note:

Can I just say I am soooooo sorry for doing this Ian! But I hope you guys enjoyed!!