"PUSH SUNNY! PUSH!"
"AAAHHHH!!"
" I SEE HIM! I SEE HIM!"
"COME NOW, ONE FINAL PUSH!"
"NNYYAAAAAHHHHH!!"
"Got him."
" Your foal is beutiful ma'am."
" Let me see him. Oh my, he is beutiful. I wish his father was here to see him."
"He'll be fine stallion when he grows up."
"And a great unicorn too."
"Yes he shall. In fact...Wait...is that... a feather?" "That can't be unless..."
"OH MY GOODNESS HE HAS WINGS! LOOK MARCIE, LOOK!"
"I SEE THEM TOO MARCEL! WHAT DO YOU THINK IS WRONG WITH HIM SUNNY?!"
"Nothing is wrong with him!! He's just fine."
"Sorry Sunny, but what are you going to name him?"
"Well, his grey horn makes him very handsome, so I shall name him Greyhorn."
"That's a dashing name Sunny."
"Indeed Marcel. Indeed."
"Ow!" I look down to see a rock drop to my hoof. "ALRIGHT WHO THREW THIS ROCK!"
"Nya hah, what a loser! Right Steve?" said the tall, skinny filly. "YeaH Buck he sure is. And what freak too!" said the short, round filly.
"KNOCK IT OFF BUCK AND STEVE!!" I proclaimed.
"Why dont'cha try and make us huh?" challenged Buck. "Yeah try to stop us!" added Steve.
"HAVE YOU forgotten that my daddy is the royal guard to the king?!" I retorted.
"HMPH! My daddy says the king is nuthin' but a tyrant." said Buck.
"Which makes your daddy an ass kisser!" rediculed Steve.
That comment just broke me. I quickly lunged at the two, but as expected my butt got whupped. In tears of rage and sadness, I ran all the way home. Since my daddy is a royal guard, my house was in the vicinity of the castle walls. Now of course we did not live there for free.
You see my mom was raised on a farm, thus she was considered a peasant. For reasons unknown other than love, my daddy , who is known as Velord Array, married my mommy, but the king and his subjects did not like this. They allowed her to live within the walls, but she must work hard to keep her stay. So she worked on a nearby farm because that was only skill, but by the divine powers of God himself, mommy aquired a vast knowledge of astrology and aquired her cutie mark. So the King and thy lords granted her her full Royal Maiden Name. And now she teaches astrology at the local university. (NOTE: It was uncommon back then for anypony of low class to get a cutie mark. Also, once you've aquired your cutie mark, you are granted your full "royal" name.) Mommy's full name is Sunshine Flara, but everypony just calls her Sunny.
I finally reached home, and I bursted through the door. Mommy was cooking soup at the time, so my intrusion made her jumped and made her drop her spoon in the cauldron.
"Oh, applesauce!" she exclaimed calmly. She sighs and then says, "What is it now, dear? Were Buck and Steve bothering you again?"
"Uh huh." said I.
"*Sigh* What did they do this time?" she said in a irritated voice.
"Weeelll...," I then told her every detail of what happened.
"You shouldn't let those two get to your head, and what were doing outside the wall in the first place?" she questioned.
"I was out to visit Mrs. Jam." I responded.
Mrs. Jam is known for making her delicious jam. She's even known within the walls! The only pony that helps her is granddaughter Star. Star and Mrs. Jam are the only other ponies that truly like me. But for now I'll stop there.
"Well that's nice, but now it is time for supper." mother said.
After supper, mommy tried to teach me magic from her knowledge, but that didn't work very well, considering that she is a pegasus and not a unicorn. Mommy then tucked me in bed and sang a lulaby to me, but before I could fall asleep I had one thing to ask.
"Mommy?" I said.
"Yes, dear?" she said back.
"What am I?" I asked.
"I'm not sure son. But always remember that you are my child and nothing less." she calmy answered.
Upon hearing this my eyes slowly closed shut, and I fell asleep.
Finally, the day has come. It has been seven years father has been gone, and now I finally get to see him. My father has returned from an oversea journey with the king to help settle a new colony. I never really knew what even looked like! Mother says he's a strong, white stallion with a great sparkling horn and majestic mane. As a privelage of being a royal guard, father commands his own platoon. The platoon's name is Majestic Strong, and they are the strongest platoon the king has!
I can see the king and his subjects disembarck the vessel, and right there beside the king is a white stallion in gold plating armor with a coat of blue!
"Velord Array!" mother exclaimed.
"Flara is that you?" the stallion responded.
"Yes my love, tis I." mother gracefully replied.
"Oh Flara, you're still as beautiful as I remembered." said Velord.
"Oh Velord, you are such a flatterer. But first, there is someone you must meet."
She scooted a bit to the left, so the stallion can clearly see me.
"Velord, this is your son, Greyhorn."
"Ah, such a strong filly he is. He shall be a fine soldier when he grows up." the stallion said with pride.
Finally, I got the courage to speak to him.
"Daddy?"
The stallion looked at me with a questionable glance.
"Yes, child, I am your father. But that word is so childish. From now on you shall address to me as father and same follows for your mother."
"Yes, da-" I began, as father raised his brow with a glance.
"I mean, Yes father."
"Good. Now let's go home." father said.
Once we got home, as if he can read my mind, father began to tell me his entire journey. He told me his platoon had to fight sea serpents, giants, trolls, and even giant slugs! Once the perfect spot was found, the peasants that were on the voyage quickly began construction of a village. As soon as the village was finished, a dragon appeared and burnt the whole place! Construction began again, but this time a defensive barrier was built as well. Then the peasants had to agree that this land shall be in the jurisdiction of the king.
As father was telling his stories, momma quickly prepared dinner for us. After that, me and Dad went in the yard and we tussled a bit.
All worn out, I decided it was time to go to sleep. Mother tucked me in bed, and father quickly told me another story. Then he left the room and closed the door.
BUT!! As if some voice in my head told me to, I got out of bed and opened the door ajar. I then silently listened to my parent's conversation.
My father began by asking my mother something.
"Flara, what is wrong with our child?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Our son has wings and a horn!" he proclaimed.
"Are you saying you don't like the way our son is?!" she questioned angrily.
"It's not that! I'm just worried for when he's older." father responded back.
"What do you mean?" said mother who is now puzzled.
"When he finally does join the platoon, the other soldiers will mock him. With this mockery afoot, I will no longer control over my soldiers!" father exclaimed.
"The you just have to make them not mock our child! In fact, they're your soldiers, so they shouldn't being tomfoolery in the first place!" mother exclaimed back.
"Hmm. Perhaps you are right, what do you think son?"
Knowing that I've been caught, I let the door swing wide open. I stared at my parents bleakly, and then said, "Mother? Father?".
Mother sighed and told me to go back to bed, and that she'll explain in the morning. Upon hearing this, I quietly closed the door, got into bed, and fell asleep.
