The Family Equestria

Avram awoke the next morning feeling happy and refreshed. The Brony Dance Party had lasted long after midnight(At which point they had started singing songs about Princess Luna) and he hadn't come home until an hour after that, when most of the family was already asleep. He positively dashed all the way home, singing at the top of his lungs with the other bronies, each one of them splitting from the group when they reached their homes. By the time he got to his address he was soloing the streets.

Getting up, Avram noticed that his brother wasn't in bed. Checking his watch he realized that he had slept in rather late, the time now being eight o'clock in the morning. Shaking his head at his own bodily functions he walked over to the window and looked out on his beloved hometown. Bronyville was not only the most fan-populated city in the world, it was also one of the most environmentally green settlements ever. Avram looked on, past the houses and shops, towards Bronyville's solar farm, where Splicer Watt and his family lived. Thanks to them, the town didn't have to get electricity from burning fuel like most places, the solar panels gathered more than enough power to light up the city and run everyone's appliances and thus assisted in the battle against pollution.

Throwing on his clothes, Avram bounced down the stairs, where most of the family members were finishing the packing. The last of the dishes had been wrapped up and boxed, everyone's clothes folded and stacked together, and an 18 wheeler, triple-trailer moving van was already parked outside, waiting to be loaded up.

Byron, his laptop bag slung over his shoulder, was making his way to the door, a large box held in his hands. "Well, look who finally got up," he said brightly.

"What did you expect?" Ezriel called from across the room. "He was, like, up all night."

Avram smiled sheepishly. "Not quite all night."

Their mother waded through the forest of boxes. "All right boys, back to work." She then turned to Avram. "Don't you have some special things to pack?"

"Eeyup." Avram picked up an empty box and ran back upstairs to his room. He started placing all his pony goods on his bed. He had quite a lot of everything: plushies, figures, clothes, comics and accessories. For two long years, being a brony had had quite an effect on his inventory and wardrobe. Carefully folding the shirts, hoodies and hats, he laid them in the bottom of the box and put the comic books on top of them. He calculated the space that the figures took up and added that to the plushies' size and organized them on top of the comics. He closed the box and looked at the bed, realizing that he had forgotten one thing: Twilight Sparkle. She stood there on his bed, standing tall and proud as a stuffed doll can. He stared at her large purple eyes that were almost staring back at him and came to a conclusion: she would sit with him during the car ride to their new home.

Sealing the box with tape, Avram placed Twilight on top and carried the box downstairs, where his mother was waiting for him.

"You can go ahead and put your box in the van," she said, writing his name on the box with a black marker. "Just be sure that anything you want stays with you."

"I will," he called back, walking out the door into the fresh morning air. The sun was shining in the cloudless sky, the birds were singing their songs and it seemed to Avram that the world was perfect, despite all the known problems in the world, such as war, politics, poverty and terrorism.

Chasing away these unpleasant thoughts, the young brony made his way across the patio and on to the sidewalk. The moving van was stationed directly behind the family car, the doors on the back rolled up while a mixed group of movers and family members loaded boxes, crates and furniture inside.

His father came out of the second trailer, wiping his hands clean of dust. "Nice to see you up and about, Avram," he said. "How 'bout you put your stuff somewhere it won't get squished accidentally?"

"Good idea, dad. Which trailer should I put it in?"

Elijah thought about this for a moment. "The third car is mostly for personal items," he answered, pointing at the mentioned vehicle. Avram walked over to the last trailer connected to the huge truck and clambered inside, where he found a forest of boxes, each one labeled or marked with someone's name. Carefully placing his own box where it wouldn't be damaged, he picked up his Twilight plushie and perched it on his shoulder. Smiling, he exited the trailer and went back inside the house to help. With everyone in the family working together alongside the movers, they managed to get to job done in just a few hours. Avram couldn't help beaming: not only had Twilight not fallen off his shoulder the whole time he was working, but loading the truck with the his siblings, his parent and the movers gave him a strong feeling, a bond of sorts, that could only have originated from one thing: the fandom.

And here I go again, he said to himself miserably. Thoughts of the fandom always lead back to his uneasiness about leaving Bronyville. He looked around at the familiar buildings, remembering all the people he knew and loved. He had achieved so much here and had gained so many friends, yet here he was, about to leave it all behind, It was beyond depressing.

After lunch, they were ready. The moving van was all loaded up and locked for the journey and the 9-seater family car was stocked with small bags that they might need during the ride. Avram clutched Twilight close to him, his heart beginning to despair all over again. He watched the movers climb into the truck cabin, looking over the map to choose the best route. His parents were double-checking the house to make sure they didn't forget anything. Avram's younger brothers, Ezriel and Shachar, were already in the car with Nixie. Byron was in the navigator seat with his laptop, while Hannah and Jonathan stood by the car, chatting animatedly about online multiplayer interaction. He glanced down the road, taking in every little detail he could, wishing that there was at least a friendly face to see him off. He couldn't hold it back any longer. He started to sing.

I did all that I could to help the fandom grow

I'm the type of brony, every brony, every brony should know

But now I'm leaving the herd, I've no choice but to go

I'm the type of brony, wishing every other brony would show

The movers poked their heads out of the windows of the cabins as Avram continued his composition.

Becoming as popular as popular can be

Sharing the love, tolerating all in our society

They made me head of the herd, everyone's favorite bro, yeah

I'm the type of brony, wishing every other brony would show

Elijah and Grace listened to their son's serenading, his voice carry itself across the city, filling every silent street corner with song.

Our celebrations lasted well into the night

Events and games we held made us feel all right

I'm the head of the herd, my name is Crimson Glow

I'm the type of brony, every brony should know!

Byron, Ezriel, Shachar and Nixie turned their attention to their singing sibling, Hannah and Jonathan ending their conversation to hear their brother.

Each one of us helps out with their special skill

Developing all we've got right here in Bronyville

They made me head of the herd, my name is Crimson Glow, yeah

I'm the type of brony, wishing every other brony would show!

By now, both the movers and the family were enchanted by the young brony's song, each one of them was still as Avram began the closing verse.

Because I'm the type of brony

Yes I'm the type of brony

Yes, I'm a brony wishing any brony would show.

A tear formed in his eye. It traveled down his cheek and shot off his chin, splattering the grey bricks beneath him. Avram looked down the road once more, noticing the empty, almost ghost-town-like area. The movers were motionless, the impact of the song having left a strong impression on the. Grace made her way to her son's side, closely followed by her husband. Byron and the others were silent, the final echos of their brother's voice bouncing off the houses. An unnatural stillness filled the neighborhood.

The deep silence was shattered by a voice coming from behind the street corner. It was quickly joined by other voices until it was practically a choir. Looking down the road, the family and the movers beheld a huge crowd of people marching down the street.

The fire of friendship lives in our hearts

Forever it burns, even when we're apart

No matter where, we'll remember you

All that we've stood for will still be true, will still be true

We are a circle of pony fans

Our circle of friends we'll be to the very end!

Avram ran towards the bronies, laughing and singing along with the rest of them. The crowd quickly dragged him into their midst, where he was brohoofed and embraced by every brony in town. The Crusaders ran up to him and gave him a big three-way hug. Splicer and Voltage dragged out their life-sized party cannon and started firing loud bursts of confetti and streamers. A portable stage was wheeled out and Avram was lifted onto it, where he found himself standing beside Principal A+ and the mayor, Egalitaria.

The mayor embraced Avram and then addressed the crowd. "Today, we are here to give our favorite brony the best send off anypony has ever done. Everything he has done for us, everything he's contributed to the fandom, will be remembered. Our friendship shall live on, no matter where we are, no matter what will happen. Hopefully, there will be a time when the power of our friendship will be seen by all, and never again will people want to bring war upon their neighbors!"

The crowd cheered. The bronies of Bronyville were always eager for world peace, positive it was the answer to all the world's problems, but also that it would be the key to every brony's dream: The Portal to Equestria. The one, tricky theory that some bronies had come up with, namely, a doorway to an alternate dimension, some drawing up an equation using friendship, magic and harmony as the integers. But of course, no such gateway could possibly be powered by friendship while the world's occupants fought each other over trifling matters.

Even Out, the mayor's secretary, stepped up onto the platform, a cloth-covered item in her hands. Egalitaria stood between Even Out and Avram and continued, "Our friend, Crimson Glow, has done so much for our city, and I am proud to present him with this!" The mayor pulled off the cloth with a flourish, revealing a shining award modeled in the shape of a group of ponies in various poses on a wooden base. Engraved on a plaque on the base's front was the following message: The Community of Bronyville presents the Favorite Brony Award to Crimson Glow, for his outstanding service to the public, desire for spreading love and tolerance, amazing friendship making skills and equine accomplishments. Egalitaria placed the award in Avram's opened hands, the boy staring out in awe at the bronies before him, all of them cheering for him. He couldn't believe just how well-known he was among the citizens of Bronyville, and definitely not imagining being more admired than anypony else in town. Manly tears made their way across his cheeks as his emotions found the path of least resistance.

Splicer dragged out a set of amplifier, and cranked it up. Songs from the fandom spilled out over Fetlock Corner, bronies getting into the groove without warning. Soon enough, the street was full of dancing people, pedestrians finding the allure of the music inescapable and joining in. Even Avram's family and the movers couldn't help but rock to the beat, the moving temporarily forgotten by all. The wonderful sensation filled them all and the sound of their voices carried throughout the city. The danced and sang for nearly an hour, by which time people started crashed onto the pavement, occasionally tripping up someone else, until everyone was down and beat. Still smiling, still laughing, still bronies.

Avram dragged himself to his feet, helping Arch up as well. The young brony felt elated, looking around at the many, mostly prostrate, people that had worked together to make his time in Bronyville sensational. He was so glad to have friends like the bronies, friends who would always be ready to lend a helping hoof to those in need of it.

When every last person had been hoisted back up on to their feet, Egalitaria mounted the stage once more. Even Out handed him a microphone and the mayor began to speak. "Well, it's certainly time to say it: thank you, Crimson Glow, for everything you've done for us. We will never forget the things you've taught us, and we hope you won't forget us, either. We wish you luck in your new home and may you continue in your equine activities, wherever you may be. Farewell, Crimson Glow!"

The mayor's cry was taken up by the herd and Avram found himself, once more, subjected to hugs and brohoofs until he reached the family car, where everyone was buckled up and ready to go. He climbed into the car, bronies still throwing last-minute goodbye presents at him, and fastened his seat belt. Elijah turned on the engine and the car drove up Fetlock Corner, the moving van following behind with its three trailers. The bronies pursued them, some waving hand-held party cannons and firing them, showering the herd with confetti and streamers. Avram poked his head out the window, smiling and waving like there was no tomorrow. He caught sight of Arch System, gesturing wildly in an attempt to get his attention. Avram pointed at the architect, alerting him of his awareness.

"Brony on!!" Arch screamed above the calls of the others.

"Brony on!" Avram shouted back.

"BRONY ON!" the bronies called out together.

The car rounded the corner and sped around the traffic circle before heading for the city exit. The bronies followed until the roundabout where they all stood, waving and shouting, making sure that their favorite brony would never forget this send-off. A loud bang and a cloud of colored paper arose from the car, indicating Avram's own party cannon, which was greeted by a roar of approval from the herd. When at last Avram's family disappeared from view, Bronyville's citizens found themselves thankful for the times they spent together, and everyone knew right then and there, that Crimson Glow would never be forgotten.