The Fall of Star Swirl The Bearded
Although Star Swirl was guilty, he felt proud. Relieved, even. Everything had fallen into place that night, and Star Swirl didn't want to mess it up. He had traveled not that far from home when he heard it. A melodious song, it was. A soft, sweet voice that somehow, subconsciously felt corrupted, and Star Swirl couldn't help but feel swept up in the harmonious notes. He continued walking into the clearing, looking around him as he walked, paranoid about something jumping out at him. Then he saw her. She was sitting on a rock. Her hair framed her face like a sculpture, and it was hard not to notice her mechanical wings and star-shaped ears.
She hardly noticed him as she continued singing, and he tried to make the sounds of his hoofsteps quiet. Of course, to no avail. He noisily stepped on a twig and winced. The mare's eyes grew wide, and she looked up from staring at the grass. A couple fireflies dared to blink, one shone brightly. Star Swirl blushed. She was rather attractive, her mane falling over her face perfectly. Her yellow eyeees pierced the darkness and with every move of them they seemed to shine brighter. Star Swirl was astounded.
The Fall of Star Swirl The Bearded
A Star...er...Swirl is Born
The unknown mare held an infant Star Swirl in her arms.
She looked down at him lovingly.
She had no clue what would become of him in his later years.
They brought him home, only to be astounded.
For his unicorn powers had just been founded.
The Fall of Star Swirl The Bearded
Star Swirl lived in a fairly normal household, except for one thing: He was extraordinary. While his father did absolutely nothing worthy with his life, his mother had gone to school and graduated, until she disappeared, and was found dead. Star Swirl could live without his father. His father stayed at home studying alchemy, getting him nowhere. Star Swirl was forbidden to go to school until age ten, the year his mother died. Every day at his school was torture in his mind. Star Swirl, being a random colt, had to keep his jokes and, well, randomness inside his head. The students at Canterlot Academy back then were refined and straightforward, never making so much as a joke or being the tiniest bit random. By age seventeen, Star Swirl hated his life. He ran away, not planning to come back anytime soon. He never did.
