It was a dark night in Cloudsdale. Most pegasi were asleep, oblivious to the going-ons outside. Creeping through the darkness were seven small fillies, Each a color of the rainbow, and all identical apart from that. They were each reacting to the strange world in their own ways. The red one was at the front, walking with an air of authority. The orange one carried herself like a fighter, tensed and ready for action. The yellow one bounced along, seemingly without a care in the world. The green filly seemed to be staring into space, but would then snap around to look at something you’d never expect her to notice. The blue girl was looking around, seemingly stunned at the cloudy architecture. The indigo one… She was being dragged along by orange, unconscious. And the purple one was looking around frantically, trying to absorb all the information she could before they moved on.

They wandered about, eventually coming to a small house on the outskirts of the hovering city. They went inside, having found their place to sleep for the night. In the morning, the owner of the home, an elderly pegasus, would find the little ponies, curled up in a heap beneath his table. He would take them to the authorities, who asked him to look after them until their true parents were found. So he did. He would feed them, house them, and raise them as his own. He was going on in years, but still refused to give the seven girls up to anypony else.

Time passed. By now the girls were healthy young fillies, ready to go to school. But, when they got home from their first day, they found the house empty. When they asked nearby ponies, they were told that the old stallion had died. They were hit strongly by this, and didn’t come out of the house for several days, and when they did, it was merely to restock on food. Eventually, the seven finished their grieving, and took the house as their own. They managed to scrape together food and money, not all of it from legal sources. And there they remained, in that house on the outskirts.

They grew up, keeping to themselves, before finding their way to the town of Ponyville, where they met new friends. Together, they defeated great evils, and helped the land of Equestria. They became legends all throughout the land. The little orphans had become famous, but they never forgot the one who raised them. Star Watcher would be remembered. They made sure of that.

Author's Note

So. Septuple Rainbow. Don't expect this to get updated too often, as I'm putting as much effort as possible into it. If you come across any mistakes, please tell me ASAP, and stuff like that.