My Name is Burning Flame

I was born on a Wednesday, Wednesday, July 4th 19 years ago. My mother had been rushed to the hospital by my father with a record time, since he had been in the wonderbolts at the time. My mother was scared though, she had told me so when I was a young child. "Your father has never been a very safe stallion," she told me, "But you should always trust him, for although he isn't always safe, he's an amazing stallion, and he'll always be your father."

But back to my birth. My mom was worried sick, since I was so early, she thought I was gonna be sick,or that I wouldn't live. My dad, however, believed in me. He said I had moxie before I was even born. I think he was hoping i'd be exactly like him;  a fast flying, courage filled, blue furred, strong stallion. This made my mom smile, and she told me that this was one of the things that pulled her together, and reminded her that we were a family. Then I was born. I was an easy delivery, I have been told, and the cutest foal in the nursery.

I was forced to stay at the hospital for 4 days, my mother staying for 5. When I got home, which was a small house on the northern part of ponyville, I was welcomed with open hooves, and there weren't many of them. Not saying that's tragic, but both my parents were single children, and my mom's parents' had died two years before I was born. So, only my dad and my dad's parents' were at our house when we arrived. They all held me and talked sweet words to me, you know, the usual things that parents and grand parents do with the newborn. The only problem is, I was called just 'baby' for a few days after my birth, because my parents couldn't come up with a name for me. They pondered over a few: Red Rocket, Shining Streak, Breaking Blitz, but when my parents heard the name Burning Flame, they fell in love with it. My dad thought it was bold, and my mom thought it was gentle. That just show how my parents weight each other out with their differences.

As I started to grow up a little, I grew close to my family. As some would say, I made the bonds necessary for this stage of life. My dad was a big hero to me, and my mother was 'my love'. She called me that, so instead of calling her mom when I was little, I called her 'my love'. She thought this was 'just the most adorable thing!' But one day, I was playing in the park near my house with some blocks, when a light blue furred and dark blue maned pegasus approached me. He stepped toward me, and tried to grab one of my blocks. Key word tried. I held onto the blocks with strength. He kept pulling, I kept holding. After about a minuet, he let go, and we both fell over. I smiled and thought, 'That's what you get for stealing my toys!' But my enjoyment wasn't lived long, as I noticed it was him who had the blocks. I hadn't learned yet that you shouldn't call for your 'love' when being bullied, but I learned that day. As soon as I called for my mom, the kid laughed and said,

"My love? That's hilarious. Hey, Hoops, did you hear that?" Then he walked away to go talk to his friend. By the time my mother had arrived, I was about to cry. But, I couldn't, because I had to be tough, like dad.

Then, once I was old enough, I was sent off to school. My mother got me a saddle bag, and my dad gave me advice,

"Be tough, don't let other kids hurt you. You're too cool and amazing of a kid for that."

On the first day, I was lost. Completely and utterly lost. I had no idea where my classroom was, and I knew nopony. As I was looking around through the crowd, an excited voice hit my ears.

"Hey, are you lost or something?" The voice asked. I turned around to look at who was asking. As I searched, I saw many faces, but one stood out to me. A unicorn with a pastel yellow fur, and a light blue and dark blue mane. She looked to be about my age.

"Ehrm, yes, I am lost."

"Well, what grade are you in?"

"I'm in grade 1."

"I thought so! This is great, you're in my grade! Just follow me!"

The unicorn led me out of the crowd of school ponies, and toward a door that had a one on it. I hoofpalmed my forehead. How could I miss a door with a huge one on it! Before we walked inside, this unicorn stopped me.

"So, what's you name?"

"My name's Burning Flame," I replied, with a smile. I liked this pony, although I didn't know why.

"That's a cool name! Mine's Whimsical Breezybluffs!"

"Oh, well that's a cool name too!"

"Wanna be friends?"

"Yeah, sure!"

We did almost everything together after that. We sat next to each other in class, we ate lunch together, we went to each others' houses, we basically grew up together. Now, on one of the occasions that she came over to my house, when we were in about fifth grade, pretty much everything had been normal. We watched an old movie that mom and dad owned on their projector, had pizza, and played pretend, as we always did. But late in the night, after we both were asleep, I heard a noise, a bang almost.

I jumped up, and looked around, but I didn't see anything. I walked out of my room, and took another look. I heard more faint noises coming from the living room, so I traveled to the stairs. I looked down before  I walked down, and what I saw, was terrible. I saw my father fighting off a creature of which after a few minuets I identified as bats. I was going to scream, but instead, I heard a scram coming from my parents' room, so I sprinted there. But when I arrived there, I saw something I will never forget. My mother lay with little life left in her. I ran up to her, and said, "Don't leave me, mom, please, my love!"

"Darling, I must physically die, but I will always live in your heart, my love." And these were her last words.

But there was no time to react. I knew so, because I felt as though I had to go check on my father, who was probably fighting for his life as well. I ran back to the stairs, and when I got there, my heart plummeted more than it already had. I saw my dad, a wound open in his chest, and the light gone from his eyes. I started to cry, this was a lot for a kid, as it would be for anybody, I suppose. But before even 30 seconds passed by, I heard another scream, this time coming from my room. I got up quickly and was in a dead sprint toward my room, and when I got there, I knew exactly what to do. I lost my love and my hero, I couldn't lose my best friend. Three bats surrounded Whimsical, and they didn't notice me walk in, so I hit one on the head, one in the back, and I tackled the last one. I was panting, and Whimsical had a shocked expression on her face.

"That was amazing, Burning Flame that was amazing! O. M. goodness I- Burning Flame, your cutie mark!"

"I don't have a-" I looked at my flank. In stead of just red blank fur on my flanks, I saw a shield with fire inside it.

"It was because you saved me! You must be meant to save everypony!"

I smiled, then laughed and jumped up and down.

"I got my cutie mark! I got my cutie mark! I got my-"

But I stopped celebrating, because at that moments I realized; I was an orphan.