Just a little thing I wrote in my free-time and never thought I should publish.

Rated Mature for mild language at rare points and adult situations in later chapters. Also, there will be a large amount of Drama.


Vanhoover is a relatively large city; multiple story buildings, a harbor filled with ships and boats, a train station overflowing with passing-goers on vacation, even a few cloud condos for those rich pegasus models. The jobs are manageable, the ponies are decent, the government is just, and the air is clean. If you travel a little ways out towards the Smokey Mountains, just a ways past the Vanhoover train station, you can occasionally spot a few houses on the outskirts of the Vanhoover city limits. I used to call the furthest out my home. Now, that privilege belongs to the orphanage.

I've been alone for a long time. Sure, I have a few friends in the city, well, acquaintances really. They know my name and say hi when I go out with the group or need to stop and buy something for my bed. I can't use magic too well, which is embarrassing seeing as how I have a horn jutting from my forehead, but the chores I do don't really need magic. I'm just another hard-working pony trying to live, and the orphanage tried their best. So I had to become my own role model, I suppose

But the real kicker is that I'm only thirteen.

And the orphanage didn't like that. "I'm too old to be here," they said.

And I don't like them one bit. So I took their "advice" and left.

So here I am. This is my story.