Aerial: My Soul to Keep

The gusty winds and bullets of rain tested Luna's night of solace as the citizens of Ponyville prepared themselves for a lengthy night from the trials of a violent storm. One of the many pegasi who shared assistance with preparations of the storm coincided upon a hill, one far enough from the town and its usual busy days where he would overlook the palette of ponies and just smile at their simpleness.

This stallion, coated with light cyan fur and a candy cane mane, he sat by a boarded window upon a cushioned chair, sipping a cup of tea to whisk away the frigid chills of the night and rain. Closing his eyes with a gulp, not even the drumming thunder and violent shakes of the land could shift his mind at peace. He welcomed it, he was the creator of this storm that the Weather company of Cloudsdale so rarely asked for.

Knock knock knock

An abrupt series of tapping came from his wooden door, immensely disturbing the stallion as his eyes opened with dilated pupils that foresaw the guillotine coming down on this annoyance.

He sighed, muttering to himself as he sluggishly trotted towards the door with a warning for any passerby. "Look, if you want to stay the night until the storm is over, that's fine, but I only got space for one." He then opened the door, eyes widening in astonishment to find something small, something moving wrapped in tattered cloth.

"Holy mother of Celestia's beard." He unraveled the sheets only to find a small unicorn foal, her coat snow as white and mane cyan as his. "T-this can't be mine!" As if on cue, the lightning then whitened the sky, giving vision of a stallion's silhouette only a few metres away in his chance to to flee. "Eugh, now I know this definitely can't be mine."

In a split-second moment, the cyan stallion gave chase to the mysterious guardian of the foal, screaming as he did so, "Take back your child! I don't want it either!"

With wings beating against the sound of thunderous roars, the droplets of rain stoned the cyan pony's back as he inched closer and closer toward the silhouetted figure. He caught eye of the fleeing stallion's waving tail and clenched upon it with jaws of steel and yanked the stallion backwards and mistakenly on top of him. In a daze, recovering from the recoil, the lightning once more provided the harbinger of the storm true vision of his escapee... something that was lost of hope, filled with fear, anger and scars, and a face that couldn't bear the weight of his responsibility. He could've only been no more than sixteen years of age.

Then and there, out of sheer pity alone, the decision was made to relieve the mysterious stallion of his newly abandoned offspring and to accept her as his daughter.

With a heavy burden and the oncoming years of stress, the lonesome pony traveled lazily to his home, a bashful mind that questioning his capabilities on raising a foal. At his doorstep, he glanced at the hastily wrapped foal once more before taking her into his home. "Not even a basket... no way in Tartarus could that pony raise you on his own," he spoke to the miniature equine with a soft gaze as he inspected her. "Striped midnight blue mane, colours of the sky, and yet, you're a unicorn. Hmph, I guess I shall name you... Aerial."

With a sigh to relieve him of the recent events, he sat upon his chair, cradling the newborn with warmth in his hooves. He couldn't help himself to a smile at the idea of becoming a dad. He finally introduced himself, "Hello Aerial, you can call me Graze."