Sombra - Life Of A Dark Presence

The dulcet aroma of baby powder filled the air inside a wide-ranging room, lighted up by the gentle and warm rays of sunlight of the morning sun that shone through the few windows. This rectangular room was papered with a soft, blue tone, decorated with cartoon figures, like cute dogs and smiling cats.

In this room were nothing but a dozen cots standing on the laminate floor. In them were sleeping, some days old Crystal Pony foals, who either purred, sucked on their security blankets or snuggled with their already beloved stuffed animals.

But there was one exception. A probably equestrian colt, with a dark gray hide, black mane and tail and brilliant scarlet eyes, just newborn, was just laying in his cot in his wraparound garment, while putting forth his forelegs in direction of a stallion and a mare, both unicorns, that shared aspects of the foals appearance.

The stallion had a very dark gray hide, black mane and tail, and shining amber eyes. The mare was light gray, had a brown mane and tail, and charming, blazing red eyes with a pinch of pink in them.

Both of them were the colts parents, but paradoxically, they were Crystal Ponies like everypony else, but their young. Nevertheless, they gazed with an amorevelous smile at their just born son. No matter what differences they had in terms of outer appearance with the little foal, they were proud and happy parents, who couldn't await to show their son the world and teach him to become a wholehearted and sweet-natured pony.

The mother responded to her son's action and held one hoof in his direction, which made him immediately hold it tightly and smile wider.

“He is a strong boy,” she remarked while chuckling a bit because of happiness. “He is already dragging me towards him with ease. Keen, like his father.”

“And beautiful, and lovely, like his mother,” he replied before he kissed her on her lips, which she replied thoroughly and perfectly happy.

The mare began to stroke the pliant brow of the pony baby, and in return, the male foal started to squeak blithely.

“Sombra...” the mother whispered self-confidently.

“I beg your pardon?” the father replied in confusion.

“I want it to be our son's name,” she explained while smiling at her son. “Sombra. An umbra in our world. The appearance of a shadow, but a soul of radiant light. Not a Crystal Pony, but with a Crystal Heart.”

She turned to her son and simpered. “Sombra? Do you like your name?”

“Somwa,” the foal babbled before he laughed squeakily.

“Well.” the father argued while he chuckled. “If the mommy and the son want this name, who am I to refuse?”

She giggled before she nudged Sombra's nose. “Yes, that is right Sombra. I am your mommy.”

Sombra squeaked brightly when the father joined his wife and nuzzled the foal's nose and cheeks. Without really comprehending it, like an instinct, Sombra embraced the snouts of his parents tightly and pressed himself against them, showing that they are his dearly beloved, like they showed him.

Suddenly, the foal gaped openly, and slowly, he closed his eyes, while the parents let go off him and entailed the fragile head of their son towards the blanket and pillow. Having stretched himself, Sombra smacked his lips several times, before hugging his soft pillow and spooning with it.

“Mommy...” he spoke out faintly before he drifted off into the fair and beautiful realm of dreams. The mare kissed his cheek one final time, before she covered him up with the blanket and straightened herself alongside her husband.

“He is adorable,” the father adored his son.

“Most of all...” she replied before she kissed her husband again, enjoying the gentle sensation of his lips on hers. “He is our little child.”

“Yes... yes he is,” he responded before he began to nuzzle her kindly, which she met halfway.

Gazing haughtily at their twee son, the intensity of the sunlight amplified, marking that the forenoon had been broached, as the room became filled with the nice and warm sentiment of the life-giving sun. With this dawn of the sun comes the dawn of a new life; and the advent of a new journey. The journey of the life of a dark presence, Sombra.