Dreams Do Come True

Dreams Do Come True

Written by Sparknanator and Southpawfighter614, based on the MLP Universe.

chapters 13 through 20 will be under going a re-write soon

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Damian had reached a dead end in his life. His family had all but forgotten him; his friends barely spoke to him at all, if he could consider them friends. The only solace he found was in a show he stumbled upon by accident. The show had brought him unending happiness whenever a new episode had come out, but the series had finally ended. Now he felt he had

nothing to live for. Damian was sitting on the very topmost point of the 10 story parking structure, caressing a little pink pony with blue wings and hair. The pony was named Princess Celestia in the show. Celestia was forever the symbol of wisdom and courage. He silently wished to himself “I wish Celestia were my mother, she’d understand. She always understands” Still grasping the pink pony, he let himself fall of the structure.

Damian had woken up with a sharp gasp and jolted from a prone position. The last thing he remembered was the night sky melding into the asphalt below the parking structure, and a sudden blackness. Now he was laying on an ornate plush carpet, red in color. Around him were stone walls, with scenes of his life playing. He was learning to ride a bike on the screen directly

right of him. On the left, his sixteenth birthday party, which had only happened a day or two ago. A voice floated in from a door, and out of the door walked something he could only describe as an Angel. He (or she) was clad in a white robe of Roman style, a crown of green adorning its head. The voice sounded omnipotent, though it was clearly uttered by the Angel.

“Welcome, Damian, to your memories.” It said. “I’m the embodiment of your soul. Your time was not due yet, but once you’re dead, I have no choice in the matter. Here I can offer you a new life, if you so choose, to be reborn, and start over. To make a better life for yourself. Obviously, your life previously must have been horrid, in order to take it upon yourself to end it.”

The Angel helped a confused Damian to his feet. “You’re saying I’ve been given the chance to be reborn?” Damian asked quizzically. “As in a whole new lease on life, wherever I please?” Damian feeling more invigorated now.

“Yes, you have, but only within reasonable boundaries. I can’t send you to hell or heaven just because you want to go there. Nor can I send you back to earth. Your body was far too damaged. If you like, I can give you the names of what dimensions exist. But you must earn your place in heaven or hell.”

Damian thought to himself for a moment. “So what dimensions exist?”

“Oh, several” The Angel said. “Mayhaps even a few you already know of” He said with a wink. “As a matter of fact, I recall one we are both VERY fond of, Inhabited by colorful ponies." Damian stood there, flabbergasted.

“You mean I can go to Equestria? As a fully fledged pony? family and all?” Damian asked excitedly.

“Of course you can. You just need to tell me what family you’d like to be birthed or adopted into. You also need a name” Said the Angel.Damian suddenly realized his final wish was being granted. And he knew immediately what he was going to do.

“Angel, I’d like to be birthed into The Royal Family. My name will be Shooting Star and I want to be an Alicorn.

“So mote it be” and Damian was suddenly engulfed in a brilliant white light.

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Shooting Star woke up as a young colt, adorned with wings and a horn, just like his mother and Aunt. He shook the sleepiness from his head and stumbled out of bed. Today he would start visiting his Aunt Twilight. According to mommy and LuLu, she was a very dear friend and quite the respected pony. Since his mother and aunt always had royal duties to attend to, Twilight would start training him in using his magic. He would even live part-time with Twilight in her library. He looked at

himself in the mirror and made sure he wasn’t too raggedy looking. After a satisfied huff, Star turned to his bedroom door. Star was very excited and could barely contain it as he galloped out of his room and down the main hall to the dining room and kitchens.

Skittering into the kitchen, Star nearly ran face-first into a dining room table. He trotted slowly up to the serving counter and shouted to the cooks, who he had become friends with. They served him a fresh stack of pancakes, heaped with warm butter and syrup, with a side of apple chunks. He ate hungrily, waiting for his personal guard to arrive.

A large Unicorn entered the dining room, a katana slung across his back. He was one of the biggest stallions Star had ever seen. He had a vivid red coat, a shade above crimson, with black stripes and Green-Blue eyes. He was not dressed in standard guard regalia, and preferred to just wear his blade around the castle. Star called him Shadowfoot for the black on his hooves. Even though Shadow was gruff, he was kind and strong, always looking out for Star when his family couldn’t.

“Have you finished breakfast, young prince?” Shadow asked in his gravelly voice. “We have much to prepare before your trip to ponyville this afternoon.”

“Yes Shadow, I’m finished.” Star said as Shadow levitated the now empty plate into the sink behind the counter.

“Very well, let’s go.” Shadow led the young prince out into the hallway and toward his mother’s chambers.
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Shooting Star trotted into his mother’s chambers, slightly apprehensive. He knew deep down once he left he would not be coming back home until he was grown. He would still get visits from Momma and Aunt Luna, but magic training required intensive amounts of studying, and it would be awfully inefficient to make the 8 hour trip between canterlot and ponyville

every day. Star approached his mother, whom was sobbing slightly. He coughed lightly, garnering his mother’s attention.
Princess Celestia looked over to her young foal, realizing now he was in the room. She slipped off the bed slowly, dreading the next few minutes.

My young prince” Celestia cooed, trying to lose the last bit of shakiness in her voice. “I’m glad you were up early enough to come see me before you left” She said as she nuzzled him. “I have a small gift for you.” She levitated a small black box toward him, opening the lid. Inside was a small pendant of a Shooting star, on a braided silver chain. It was a bright yellow gem, in the shape of a star with a tail.

“This pendant I had especially crafted for you, for I knew this day would eventually come, and I did not want you to forget your roots. You won’t be returning to me for some time, after you’ve grown up into an adult. Until then, take this keepsake and remember us.”

Shooting Star embraced his mother, nuzzling her affectionately. He walked over to Aunt Luna, also embracing her. A few stray tears were shed, as Star was escorted to the inner gate by the only family he’d ever known. Shadowfoot walked Star to the outer gate that led to the city and Star’s awaiting chariot.

“Young Prince, I’ve never enjoyed my time more in Her Majesty’s services, as much as when I was your personal guardian.” Shadow said solemnly. “You gave me purpose once again, As I was on the brink of retiring before you came into this world. You are a brave, young colt, and I’m sure with time you will grow strong, mentally and physically. I want you to have this.”
Shadow levitated a hand-drawn map to his young charge. “Should you ever get lost, this map will lead you back home safely.
I hope you treasure it as much as I’ve treasured my time with you.”

Star sniffled a little as he accepted the gift from his first friend. He climbed into the royal chariot that was waiting for him, and with a heavy heart, waved goodbye to the first home he had known, and his first friend who shown him where kindness, compassion, and strength really came from.