The tale of Trixie

So comes a day in the life of everypony that they are born to the world. But this is the forgotten story of Trixie Lulamoon, a unicorn born on the last minute of the last day of the last month of every year, for only the most special and talented of ponies are born on this great, cold and white night at the very time. This is the special time that Trixie is given to the world, 4 balls watching, them belonging to the parents. The parents of a special child who's future can not be told and who's  future is created by the pony who lives it, the rare pony that can write her own story but does not know it. And so, our story begins in the farthest depths of Equestria, a land that has no real name except to those who inhabit it. A place called Tyris Plege to those(sounds like plague (EX. black plague)).

A black earth stallion lays in the back of the waring room sleeping on a small pile of hay that he has collected for himself. His dark blue mane and tail falls to the floor and his cutie mark is a muzzle with a flash behind it to represent public speacking. His violet eyes dance in his skull as he dreams about his coming future. He dreams of the child that he is to so soon have and mentally questions himself. A filly or a colt? What will it be like? what will it behave like? How will do with others?

Questions race through his mind, at such a speed he does not have time to ponder them. What will its special talent be? Will it make friends? Will it be strong willed? Will it gain the emotions, positive or negative, from others?

The stallion wakes from his sleep, taking in the full concept of his home. He first sees his stained black wood walls and the room which makes a perfect square and has only 1 window and 1 door. He gratefully takes in the presence of the home, considering with every second that he is fortunate to have such a large house, even though it only consists of 4 rooms. Only when his wife calls him does he fully become aware of what is happening.

" Come dear" the his wife calls. "It has come"

The stallion quickly raises to all fours and examines his wife. Her sky blue coat tight to her skin and her mane is the color of liquid silver with a dulling effect.  Sweat is sticking to her body as if it refuses to let go. He quickly discovers that there is a heap near her rump. He trots over to his wife and finds that he has missed the birth of his only child.

" It's a girl" he says, pushing away the fact that he missed the birth and is taking her into his hoofs.The young filly had a azure colored coat, and a mane and tail thats colors were cornflower blue with pale cornflower blue streaks.  He give the filly an appreciative look and gives her to his wife who of which has no problem with taking the child.

She looks into her fillies dark grayish violet eyes and immediately falls in love with her child. She soon starts to talk to the filly. " Hello young one" she would say. " im your mother"

The stallion then quickly chimes in " and im your father."

She only then finds the horn on her fillies head after pushing her mane away from her forehead to see if she had the trademark birthmark that was commonly found among her family line.

" How is this" she exclaims. " She has a horn. I... I don't understand. We are both earth ponies. Neither of us even has a relative thats a unicorn." The two stare into each others questioning eyes as if the truth is buried deep within each other. After about an hour the stallion decides to leave his thoughts." I must find the elder, He will know how to make sense of this." The stallion moves toward the filly and takes the new born by his mouth and sets it gently on the floor so it can have its first feeling of the world its now living in.  "Come dear, if you so wish. I want us to learn of our young fillies future in the tribe together." The seemingly aged mare finds her hoofs and her filly and leaves the small home with her husband.

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The couple walks into the elders home, finding the elder himself and his few belongings. His whole body is the same color. White everthing. Even pure white eyes.His cutie mark is a white splotch and black background to sybollize how pure he is. The white is a symbol of being pure to the people of the tribe.

" Was this filly born last night Mrs. Lulamoon"

She and her husband look blankly at the elder. " She was. " She came at the last minute of the last hour of the day. Does this have any meaning to us. I mean not to sound crude but to only ask." The sky blue mare says, who is now starting to lay on the floor of the elders shack.

" This child has a large amount of potential if you are correct, She could, if not raised correctly, be one of great destruction." The elder comments while starting to look away. " You see, a filly that is born at such a time has great powers. Almost supernaturally strong, but only if taught by somepony elso also born at the same time, can she harvest them. I recommend that you don't things get like that. It is to risky to allow one to be taught such powerful magic. It would also be wise to take her to the wizard when she is older. about 12 I would say. He can tell you more than I can." the elder starts to leave his small home. " Don't let her get out of hoove" the elder than says without even turning his head.