It was the year 1998 in the city of Cloudsdale when Equestria was graced with the greatest treasure of all, me. Just kidding! Just kidding! I am not full of myself. If you haven’t figured it out I’m Digital Pwny. You know the one of few ponies to have made a computer? I’m about to tell you the most fantastic story you’ll have ever heard! (Well maybe not the best… but it’ll be pretty darn good!) It will be the story of how I came to be the pony that I am today. Still there? Then that must mean I am not as bad a writer as I thought. Let’s begin where all stories usually do, the beginning.

It was a rainy day the day I first came home. I can’t remember much since I was what… one or two days old? Beside the point, the first few years of my life were the simple eat, sleep, and play. But I remember having the best parents ever. My mother’s name was Pixelellia V. Pwny, and my father was Charles C. Pwny. But they were simply called Pixel and Chip Pwny. My life was totally normal until the day I went to school. After that my life began to change.

It was a day like any other, sleeping comfortably in my bed of fluffy soft clouds, sunshine streaming beautifully through my open window. When my mother aroused me, “Wake up Digi, it’s time for your first day of school.” I forgot to mention, that most people usually just call me Digi or Digit since Digital is so long. “I don’t wanna go yet, just a while longer?” She laughed in the sweet and harmonious way she always did, and ruffled my unruly mane. “You don’t want to be late do you?” I lay silent for a bit, “Ok mommy, I’ll get up.”

When I opened my eyes there she was, the one of two ponies who really made my life special. With her golden angelic eyes and light green coat, I could’ve easily mistaken her for an angel. She was wearing her two anklets and her heart necklace that her mother passed on to her as a family heirloom. Her mane was a light brown color that rivaled the clouds in softness. She was one half to my whole world. I didn’t have friends; all I needed was my mom and dad. So, very reluctantly, I got out of my bed and began to get ready for the big day ahead. Dad had already left for his job at the Cloudsdale Sciences Facility. I didn’t know much about what he did there, but I knew it was a good thing; mom helped him with his work, so they were like partners in work and life.

I figured that school would be like what I had heard from other ponies, that you go there and sit for a long time and learn boring stuff that you won’t need. But they were wrong very wrong. My teacher, Mrs. Gale, was a wonderful teacher, she taught us about writing, spelling, reading, science (which was my personal favorite, surprise, surprise.) history, and math. I wasn’t very good at math; numbers couldn’t keep straight in my head for some reason. I thought school was the best thing to ever happen to me, mom wouldn’t even have to ask for me to get up. I was already up saddlebags ready and waiting to go.

Until the day the incident happened. I was just sitting at my desk, writing what the teacher had wrote on the chalk board. When the class bully, Butch Brawny, decided today was the day to pick on me. He may have been a unicorn, but his father was skilled enough with magic to get him a cloud walking spell so he could attend one of the better schools in Equestria. He trotted over to my desk and watched what I was writing.

“Why you writing the notes?” He asked with a sneer.

“Because that is what we’re supposed to do.” I said very plainly, seeing as to me this was common sense.

“You just a goody horseshoes aren’t you?” He said in a very aggravating tone.

“No, just doing what I should do.” His tone was ineffective against me.

“Fine, how about I just take these.” He said as he levitated my notes out from underneath my pencil.

“Hey!” I shouted, “Give those back! If I don’t have those how else am I going to learn!?”

He replied with a sinister smirk on his face, “Well then I guess you’ll be just as useful as your scientist father.”
Shocked at the statement I attempted to retrieve my notes.

“Hey give him his notes!” Shouted another Pegasus from a couple desks over.

“How about I just do this instead, I’ll just teleport it into the nearest timberwolf den and you can go fetch it.” He said, horn glowing even more intensely.

What happened to his spell I’ll never know, all I remember is there was a bright flash and my eyes felt like there were bees stinging them over and over again. Then there was nothing. I woke with bandages over my eyes. I couldn’t see through them. I didn’t know where I was, or what happened. I heard voices, my mother and father, and the Pegasus who stood up for me. There was also another voice I didn’t know, but he was talking to my parents.

He said, “The flash from the spell was enough to partially damage his vision. He’ll need glasses to be able to see, you are very lucky he wasn’t exposed to the flash any longer or else he would have been blind.“

At this I was extremely worried and ripped the bandages off.

“AHHHH!!!” I screamed. Turns out having bandages on your eyes makes it hurtful to take them off when it is in a bright hospital room.

I think I may have startled everypony in the room. “Somepony close the curtains quickly!” My father ordered.

I couldn’t tell who it was, but somepony closed the curtains, and the room light was much more bearable. “Where am I?” I asked, “Why is everything so fuzzy? Mommy? Daddy?” I said in much distress.

“Were here Digi.” It was my father’s booming voice of comfort; he didn’t really have a quiet or soft voice. “You’re going to be alright sweetheart.” That was my mother’s voice; I was very confused, the world isn’t supposed to be this fuzzy.

“Why is everything so fuzzy?” I asked again. This time it was the Pegasus from my class who spoke, “Butch Brawny tried to teleport your notes away, but ended up blasting a light bright enough to be seen from space. You were the most affected and it seems he damaged your vision. He was suspended though which he had for a long time coming.” He said in a proud tone.

“Who are you?” I asked,

“I’m Cloud Crasher, the toughest flyer to ever have flown in Cloudsdale.” He said, once again very proudly.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, sort of, I can’t really see what you look like.” I replied kind of sheepishly.

“It’s alright, not your fault anyway.”

From that day forward I became friends with Cloud Crasher, he is one of my best friends to this day. I also had to wear glasses due to my decreased vision capabilities. The day I got them was a very defining moment for me.

“Do you see any frames you like son?” I looked up and down the rows of different colored shapes and sizes,

“I think those rounded gold colored ones are nice.”

My father had taken me to the eye doctor’s office; I was now choosing my frames. “Here you go, try them on.” I looked in the mirror and to my surprise; I looked very different than I did before. “Wow.” Is all I could manage to say.

“Very nice!” My dad exclaimed. “They make you look smarter than Star Swirl the Bearded himself.” I liked that a lot. So those were the frames I chose.

The day I got my finished and ready glasses, boy was I happy. I could see my father in clear vision again. His strong, lean body, his midnight aqua coat, his chocolate brown eyes, and his unruly dark mane. He was the other half to my already perfect life. Besides the vision and incident.

Now I had a friend too, when I first saw him with clear vision I remembered him from class. He was one to stand up for others, a fighting flyer if you will. He was a dark grey Pegasus, with a longer brown mane and short brown tail. He had freckles going across his muzzle and a nick missing from one ear, probably for one of his many defending of friends. He also had his cutie mark, a cloud and sun, probably entailing he’s good with the weather, must remember to ask him that. He also had a pair of goggles he always had around his neck or on his head, and sometimes over his eyes. I think they were his grandfather who was a great flyer, so he keeps them near as a good luck charm; Boy am I glad to call him my friend.

We would race and do stunts and all that stuff, I wasn’t so good at the stunt part but I tried. Life was all good, even Butch Brawny was no longer a problem. He was expelled from my school and had to go somewhere else. Yep it was all great. Until the day my life was turned upside down.

Author's Note

I am not a good formater I know that for sure. Layout will be fixed in later stories, If i decide to post them here. Also not all character depictions may be accurate due to me not being the one to create them. Other peoples OC's were used in the making of this story.