The life story of a very odd pony
My brother, that right i nearly forgot to tell you about my brother... Right... Ok going on now my brothers fur and mane is green, his eyes are golden yellow, my brother (if you havent guessed) is a stallion like me but strangely he is a pegasus and im (if you remembered) a unicorn, this is because my father was a pegasus, my mother is a unicorn, this gave me the "mighty" power of being able to stand on clouds, not the best but nice, my brother got a little magic in his wings allowing his to fly a little faster then he would without it. His cutiemark is a white cross to show that his special talent was being a master sharpshooter, maybe the best in this world.
My brother's name is jacob
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.
The life story of a very odd pony
Who am i? Well let me tell you, my fur is green and i'm a stallion, my mane is brown along with my tail, my eyes are deep blue, i am a unicorn (even if i am bad with magic), my cutiemark is three gears because i love to make machines, i'm a cowrad, i most of the time run away if a fight comes up, i am not stronge i cant lift a pile of books if told to, i use magic to get the metal to where i need when building, thats all i know how to do with magic as i've never gone to school at all in my life because i had no one to take me to school, i learned all i need to know from reading (strangely enough how to read too), i need to wear glasses from blinding my self when i was young but i'll get more into that later
My name is Dylan very odd for a pony right? well well thats what my dad called me as a joke, same with my brother named jacob i'll tell you about him in the next chapter.