My name is Mad Bolt. I am a 22 year old unicorn with an electric blue coat, a cyan mane and tail, with yellow lightning shaped streaks within them. My cutie mark is a ball of electromagnetic energy with four lightning blots shooting out of it. This symbolizes my talent with electricity and it's limitless uses, as well as my crazy.personality. I am somewhat of an inventor, and a rumored mad scientist. I guess it doesn't help much that my first name is 'Mad'. Thankfully, not all rumors are negative. Some people think I'm somehow related to my hero Nighkola Tesla, the inventor of the modern light bulb, radio, and my personal favorite; the Tesla Coil. But enough about history, (that's for a later story).

I am 1 in a family of 6. My mother; an earth pony named May Flower, has a cream coat with a brown/red mane and tail. Her cutie mark is a newly bloomed flower symbolizing her talent of growing beautiful and delicious flowers. She was an amazing mother growing up. She always wanted what was best for me. One time she nearly sued a school because a bully was picking on me at recess. It took my dad a few days to calm her down to think of a logical solution, so in the end I transferred schools. When we found out I had a learning disorder, she dedicated herself to finding a good therapist, and a good program at school.

Unfortunately, she wasn't always supermom. Most of the time she would be constantly nagging me about a few bad habits I had like my weird speech patterns that fixed itself with time, how I was always chewing my hooves. One day I developed an intolerance for the sound of hooves scraping on hard surfaces, a bit like the sound of styrofoam rubbing together, but more like the sound of ponies playing basketball. Anyway, after all that nagging, it got to the point to where my brain stopped caring about any other possibly annoying sound, and focused all it's hatred on the sound of my mother's voice. All the way to the point that it became physically painful to listen to her talk for too long. This was painful true when she was first teaching me how to pull a cart around, always telling me to keep my pace steady as to not spill my load, and how if it's too heavy I need to find somepony to equal out the yoke. It was maddening! I was sometimes tempted to topple the cart when she was riding just to shut her up.

My father was an earth pony, named Quick Fix. He has a brown coat with a plain black mane and tail. He had a cutie mark of a hammer and a monkey wrench making an "X" across a black circle with a white center symbolizing his talent of building, fixing, and improving pretty much anything other than magical stuff. He was a very masculine pony, or he thought very low of feminine things such as the color pink, but under his brute exterior, he had a heart of gold. He always knew what to do in a sticky situation, and he always knew what to say to make you feel better. He was a solid rock in an earthquake. The world could be ending, and he would remain level headed and logical. Seriously, when Nightmare Moon came back he was the one who kept our family together. Even though my brother was in. Cloudsdalle, my dad convinced a baby dragon to send an urgent message to tell Swift to keep calm, and find a safe house while dad got us to an underground bunker he had prepared for emergencies. We were prepared to survive for months, thankfully, it only lasted a few hours, and there was even a village-wide party the next day.

I remember as a colt, my siblings and I would always be so excited when dad came home from work. We would always have a competition to see who could get to him first. Then we would tackle him until he yelled uncle. The funniest part would always be how when my little brother was a foal, he couldn't walk yet, so he would always be the last one there, crawling along the floor as fast as his little legs could carry him. Even when he started to walk, he would always be last with his little stubby legs barely carrying him.

My older brother is a Pegasus. His name is Swift Witt. He has a sky blue coat with a silver mane and tail. His cutie mark is a brain with a graduates hat on, basically meaning he's a know-it-all, (but seriously, his talent really is easy, well rounded learning, perfect memory, and quick reading/great comprehension). My parents are always scolding him for correcting them all the time... even if most of the time he's right and they just won't admit it because of their pride.

He usually keeps to himself, and doesn't like it when I want to play with him too much, but sometimes when he's in a good mood we'll sit down together and play a fun game of Battle Clouds. Growing up, even though we had our differences, he was always there for me. He always tried to help me be the best pony I could be. Even though our minds worked differently, he always had good general advice, I guess it went with his cutie mark. He's currently living in a dorm room at a college in Cloudsdalle.

My little sister, Melody is a brown coated earth pony with a yellow/red mane and tail. Her cutie mark is a violin surrounded by musical notes, take a wild guess at what it means.

By the time she learned how to talk she had started annoying the whole family to no end. I was amazed her special talent wasn't yelling, or complaining, as that was what she seemed best at. The thing that frustrated me the most is how she always seemed to target me later on in her life. I guess it was only natural as we were both middle children so she saw me as the easiest target. So ya, classic sibling rivalry.

Finally there's my younger brother; Star Flash. The only other unicorn in the family. His coat is a bright yellow with a blue and silver mane and tail. His cutie mark is a 5 pointed star with each point having a different color of the rainbow; red, orange, yellow, green, and blue. This represents the fact that he is extremely well rounded in pretty much everything. He's extremely smart, he likes sports such as riding his scooter, and Hoof ball/aka soccer, he has tons of awesome friends, he has a great work ethic, and on top of all that, he's a self taught sorcerer.

He was barely out of infancy before he started levitating anything he could get his magic on. He was also the quickest to get their cutie mark in the family at the age of 9. The only negative aspect of his personality is his temper, but then again, what kid doesn't have a short fuse at a young age. What matters is that he harnesses his potential to have a great life. He could do anything; become the next Captain of the royal gourd, get a job teaching at Celestia's school for gifted unicorns, become a star athlete, the possibilities are endless. For now though, he.still has to finish up school.

Lets start out with my earliest memory. Well... not so much a memory, as a story I've been told 1,000 times over that it has become a replacement for what I can't recollect. For, you see, when I was just a foal, no older than 2 years, I was on a family outing. All I've been told were there were; my parents, my older brother, and my uncle, buo knows how many others were there. Anyway, we were at a pool and from what I can piece together, I got a little too excited about it as I ran after my brother I tripped and fell on my head. From what my brother said, I had looked like a zombie as blood trickled down my head. From what my parents tolled me, I they rushed me to a foal's hospital where they put surgical staples in my head which fell out once my skull healed. They were still a bit worried, as I was the only unicorn I'm the family. Well, my father's father's mother's mother was a unicorn, and my father's mother had a few unicorn ancestors, but I was the only one in my nuclear family. Both my parents are earth ponies, and my older brother is a Pegasus, so they didn't know too much about how to raise one, so they were constantly worried that they had messed me up, but they were still awesome parents. Anyway, they had worried my magic wouldn't develop right, but, lo and behold, I stand today as proof against that theory.

After that It's just a bunch of still images and short clips of life, as well as a few prominent nightmares that still scare me out of my horse shoes. So I'll try to condense it into a coherent story starting with the beginning.

My family started out living on the outskirts of a large city on the west coast. I can't remember the name though. Anyway, I remember visiting both sets of grandparents on many occasions. My father's parents had a large farm house with a giant back yard of fields, Berry bush's, trees and the like. My mother's parents were more modest. Her father was a local blacksmith who made high quality metal furnishings, spare parts for wagons, and many countless other contraptions. They had a small back yard with a large tree where they built a play structure which my brother and I always enjoyed playing on. All my grandparents were earth ponies. And I only had one or two unicorn cousins.

When I was about 3 we stopped visiting my mother's parents, I didn't know why at the time, but later I had found out that they were a part of a small cult that believed Celestia was corrupt and needed to be overthrown. So, not wanting their children to be corrupted by such lies, we moved away to a small village and lost contact with them. It took a toll on my mother, but she got through it eventually.

Even though we moved to an entirely different city, we did keep in touch with my father's parents. We even made semi-regular visits over the years, almost like vacations.

We had moved to a small village of farmers and other hard working ponies. It was called Ponyville. My dad got a job at a wagon repair shop and quickly rose through the ranks quickly becoming an assistant manager.

We didn't stay in Ponyville for long. My dad soon got a great job offer in Manehatten. Shortly after we moved to the big city I started school and made some friends. My little sister; Melody, an earth pony, was born around that time. She was my very fist YOUNGER sibling, I was no longer the youngest. It felt good.

Now even after all this time my parents kept in close contact with my dad's parents. Soon I was introduced to my older cousin, Light Drift. He was a Pegasus like my brother, so I felt right at home with him. He had an orange coat with a shaggy black mane and tail. His cutie mark is a leaf drifting in the breeze symbolizing his ability to adapt to all the changes life throws his way. He's a bit nomadic that way. He was born to survive in rough conditions, much like how a leaf is subject to the will of the wind and it's direction. It also helped that he was also super awesome. He felt like a second older brother to me.

Whenever we hung out I felt special because we always hung out as a team me, my older brother, and my cousin. It felt awesome to be included in the older colt's games. Especially since my older brother was usually trying to keep my out of his circle of friends, but when Light Drift came along, the age line disappeared. There were times when they would go off and do their own thing, but when they did, I didn't mind, because they usually tolled me all about it, or even decided to later include me in it. Unfortunately, he lived in the same city as my grandparents, so we only got to visit on small occasions. Back home in Manehatten, I did have a few friends, so life was still good.

We moved around quite a lot in the city. By the time I was 7½ my younger brother; Star Flash was born. I was really excited because not only did this mean another younger sibling, it also meant I wasn't alone anymore because he was a unicorn!

My childhood was awesome. Unfortunately, I wasn't doing so well in school. I could never pay attention for more than a few minutes at a time, I was confused with half the stuff I was learning, and I had started to understand the concept of bullies the hard way. It. wasn't until about a year later that my mom decided to take my out of public school, and start homeschooling me. At first it was really fun. I got to sleep in, I did school in pajamas, my recess was bully free, and I got to choose to do extra work in order to finish early. Unfortunately, my mother was still an earth pony, and beyond the basics, she couldn't properly teach me how to handle magic. So she signed me up for basic unicorn magic training. I did pretty well there. I even made a new friend.

Later, when I was about 10, Light Drift came to live with us. It was so awesome! Just like the good old days back at my grandparents' house. Life was awesome.

Unfortunately it couldn't stay that way.

Author's Note

The first part of what you just read was a basic introduction to me and my family. I wrote this to give you a feel for how my life is in the present, as well as a few details that I might or might not/have or have not gone in depth, or will be revealing/have revealed about my life. There is one major event that I will never straight out talk about, but ill be referencing it a lot in this story. It has to do with the biggest and worst mistake of my life which actually helped make me a better person.

As you may have noticed later in the story, I meet new ponies. I'll just be giving a short description/story about new ponies in my life on the spot, also depending on if they play an important roll in the story I'm telling about my life; for example, my cousin Light Drift, as well as others like my friends that I meet along the way. Some characters may not get a description until they become important to the my life and choices I make; for example, my grandparents. My mother's parents might not even get a description, as for my father's parents, it's just a matter of time. There will also be ponies who won't get mentioned because they weren't significant enough, such as my aunts and uncles. I'll mention them later, but mainly for events like family reunions and such. I will however be mentioning one of my aunts later on who had a large impact on my life, not in a good way though.

I hope this story helps other ponies get to know me better. Please let me know if there's any way I can help you understand my story better by leaving comments. If you are interested in my story, let me know by giving me a thumbs up, and a favorite.