Inheritance of the moon

Growing up with a father who loved the freedom of the open trails and a mother who enjoyed spending time outdoors might seem like a good time to some, in fact it should for many. For Midnight Breeze however it was simply life, he enjoyed it for a while, is there a filly or colt that wouldn’t?  But his father being an earth pony and his mother a unicorn who preferred using magic only when needed did not present him with much time to learn his own ‘special something’ which he desperately wanted.  And deep down he hoped it would be important, not something like traveling and sightseeing or things of the same sort, like his parents. Not that he begrudged them their love or freedom, it just wasn’t for him.

Besides they preferred the joy of the day and warmth of the sun while he preferred the beauty of the night. Whilst they slept in tents or under the stars weather permitting, he would be wide awake, counting the stars or trying to practice magic, even if he didn’t have much to go on. This way of life went on for some time before and he had yet to find his cutie mark. Soon enough though he would get his, and it would be mysterious.

It was almost his birthday, and by now he was growing into a fine colt. His coat had darkened into an ashen grey or perhaps a bit darker, his mane a nice even cobalt blue, and his horn grown nicely. At his persuasion or request they had set up camp near a small lake, which looked deep enough to swim in with water that reflected the sun nicely. That day they had spent time swimming and talking, he’d even received a new saddle bag, which held a small s book. The book caught his attention more than, unexpectedly it was a book on magic. Even though it was small it still surprised him, his parents had been all about doing things by hoof, and even his mother preferred doing things by hoof unless a situation demanded magical influence, like scrapping a knee. Once he got the book Midnight retreated to the side of the lake to read.

Hours passed even if they seemed like minutes, soon day turned to night. Still night was his favorite hours, he seemed more awake and aware, even if he’d been tired or drowsy during the day, and night would wake him up almost as if snapping him from a dream. This night however was special; he could feel it permeate through him. Slowly over the horizon the moon rose, which caught his absolute attention….it was blue. He’d never witnessed a blue moon before considering how well the rotation of the sun and moon was kept. As he stared at the moon energy seemed to surge through him and even about him, even the water level of the lake rose about a hoof. Even the appearance of his cutie mark was not enough to draw his gaze from the moon, even if it had been enough he would have only seen another blue moon for his cutie mark was the shape of a blue crescent moon. After what seemed like minutes the world around him went black.

Morning arrived slowly; the scent of lake water filled his nose, causing him to stir a bit. He didn’t seem to remember being so near the lake when he saw the moon and he didn’t recall anything from the night except the moon. Upon inspection it would seem the water of the lake had raised more than a hoof, it was more three or four hooves. As he returned to the camping spot his parents seemed to be packing. It wasn’t until his mother mentioned his cutie mark that realized he even had one. He simply stared at it for a few moments before his father chimed in about how odd it was to have such a cutie mark considering how they lived.

They would continue walking the road for a few days before Midnight makes a decision. It was time for him to leave his parents, there was more he needed to know and learn. Oddly enough the decision came easy and when he told his parents they were saddened but not surprised. The family would continue to travel until they arrived at the first town. That town happened to be Ponyville, just days before the Summer Sun Celebration..