The life story of a very odd pony

I was born 18 years ago, im not sure what year, i was never told (also i dont keep track of the year anymore) so that means im 18, that may seem young but i never really cared for age, for all i care a 9 year old can be a soldier if thats what it wants.

my mother really was the only one who cared for me when i was young, my dad named me, so blame him for my odd name.

Two years later and my brother was born, Jacob (again blame dad) but as a cost for the so to be best sharpshooter it cost me more then a brother, it cost me a mother, not so long after my brothers birth my mothers heart stop'd, when my dad was told the bad news, he seemed not to care.

The last time i saw my mother, i went to the hosptal room and said to the lifless body " hope you wake up soon" with a smile on my face, not really knowing she was dead, now that i look back on it, i sometimes cry, but thats in the past.

The years to come were the worst in my life...

Oh forgot to say, we were born in canterlot.