The Tribe of the Everfree Forest

Deep in the Everfree forest, smoke was rising from a pot that held that night's dinner. The pony stirring it sniffed and sneezed with a big ‘harrumph’.  A black stallion walked up to the pony who was stirring and whispered, “Might wanna be careful, this is tonight’s dinner after all, and it took me hours to track down that bear.”

“Don’t worry, Night Star, I didn’t sneeze into the cauldron. How is your wife?”

“Not well. She has been in labor since I left to get dinner. Will she be ok? Will the filly or colt be ok?”

“I cannot be sure, but let me check on her. Keep stirring this, will you?”

“Sure.”

I must tell you that these ponies are speaking a different tongue then the ponies in all of Equestria speak, so I am translating for you.

“AHH!”

There was a terrible screech coming from one of the dens. Night Star rushed away from his brew and into the cave. The healer pony was standing above her, chanting words to try and ease the pain. A dark green mare, her belly swollen, beads of sweat running down her head, messing up her yellow mane, was lying on the floor. “Honey dearest!” Night put his hoof through her mane. She smiled up at him, but screamed again as another wave of pain shot through her.

“I’m trying my best,” said the healer. “But I don’t think…” There was a small ‘plop’ as a little filly fell out of the exhausted mother. The baby started crying almost as soon as she was out.  The baby was black with a dark green mane with neon green streaks. Joy zoomed through both mother and father as they saw their new filly for the first time.

“She’s… beautiful…” the mother whispered, using her tail to get the filly closer to her so she could nurse.

“Yeah… and she’s a pegasus, just like you…”

“And just like me, she shall never learn to fly, as always with our tribe…”

Mother and father snuggled up close to their new filly, their breath warming the child. "Your name is Neon Zap, after your mane," the parents whispered in unison.

The night lingered on for a long time. Crickets were chirping as the filly opened her eyes for the first time. Her mother gasped. They were brilliant green. “Honey, she’s opened her eyes!” Night rushed over from another den to see. “They’re green… that’s odd. I thought they would be gray, like mine…”

“Or gold like mine…” The father backed away, his necklace clinking against his chest. “Are you sure she’s…. normal? I mean, ponies in our tribe almost never have green eyes!”

“Oh, honey, don’t get your cutie mark in a knot. Just because she has green eyes doesn’t mean she’s Nightmare Moon, or anything like that. She’s just a little different, that’s all…” The mother, whose name was Fern, pushed her little one closer to her belly so she could nurse again. Little did Fern or Night Star know, their filly, Neon Zap, had an urge. An urge… to fly.