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          Track Ferrel's Adventures: Sombra Falls          
                    -by MegaCrash1835-                     
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                         Prologue                          
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Prologue
     This, is a story about a pony name Track Ferrel. Track Ferrel was a orphan Werewolf who lived with the princesses (but he spent most of his time with Luna) and trained day after day to not only hopefully join the Royal Night Guard, but to also gain control of the wolf within him. He had been with the princesses for quite a while now, and was great friends with both of them, but Track saw them more as 'Caretakers' than friends. Now, our story begins on December 25, 1101. Today was his birthday, but it sadly wouldn't be a very good day for him. Fore today was the day his life would change forever (again).
     The time was 8:47 A.M. and sunlight shined through his window. Track groaned and put a pillow over his head. He didn't want to wake up now, but he had to or else he wouldn't get any breakfast. And that wouldn't be good for anypony. But he just couldn't bring himself to-
     "WHAAA!" he yelled as he rolled off the bed. Well that hurt. He thought he might as well get up now, no point in sleeping anymore seeing as he's not even in bed. He got up slowly, making sure to grab onto something if need be, and trotted over to his bedroom door; it creaked as he opened it. Must need to be oiled he figured. He quickly trotted across the hallway-making sure not to bunch up the red carpet-to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He looked at the mirror in front of him. In the glass mirror he could see a small colt with a toothpaste green coat and dark blue eyes. As Track looked at his mane he could tell it was seriously messed up. He used his magic to grab a brush and styled his mane to look somewhat like a fiery red and yellow mohawk. He left the room and headed down the hallway to the kitchen. Track waved to any royal guards, addressing them by name. Gladly he had bin there long enough that he had talked to all the staff and was friends with almost everypony in the castle.  As the stairs came into view Track gained more speed and quickly jumped onto the railing, sliding down it with a feeling of joy, yelling out, "WOO HOO!" as he slid down to the kitchen.  Delicious smells started to arise from the kitchen. As he reached the bottom of the stair railing and jumped off rolling onto the ground, and standing up. As Track looked around the kitchen he could see the chef working on today's breakfast.
     "Hey Chef Pi-Pi! What's cookin'?" Track asked, trotting over to the counter.
     The chef was currently mixing some pancake batter, "For breakfast? Pancakes!" he smiled, and poured the mixture on a pan, "My own special recipe."
     "Cool! I'll go get the princess." Track quickly trotted off down the hall. He passed door upon door until he came to the largest door, it had the imprint of a large sun. Track quickly knocked upon the door. "Hey Celestia, can I come in?"
     The slightly muffled voice said, "Wait, please." and after about a minute, Celestia answered the door. Her pink mane waved impossibly in the dull wind.  "Oh, what possibly has gotten you so excited, my dear?" she said, looking down at the small child.
     "Chef Pi-Pi is baking pancakes!" Track said, looking up at her. "He says it's his own recipe or something, I'm not exactly sure. But anyway, are you going to have any?" he asked, hoping she would say yes, for once.
     Celestia looked sad, she was very tired of hearing this question, he always wanted to know if she could spend time with him, but she always had such a busy schedule. "I'm sorry, but I can't have breakfast with you today, I have a very busy day ahead of me."