On a dark and stormy night, a young mare was running through the woods as if she was running from something, which indeed she was. The mare looked to see a four-legged beast running behind her.

The mare didn’t stop running until she came to a small house in a clearing in the Whitetail Woods.

She knocked on the door, as she did so an older stallion opened the door, let her inside.

“What were you running from?” The stallion asked.

“Well, I was visiting Applejack, but this beast came out of nowhere when I was leaving Applejack’s home,” The mare recalled.

The stallion had a shocked expression on his face.

“Oh no, just what we had always feared, in these woods there lives a gruesome beast called the Beast of Nightmares. Legend says that at night it comes and it hurts little kids!” The old stallion said.

“While I was running I saw a young pony out alone so I picked him up and brought him here,” The mare said.

The house was very old the doors were made of Oakwood and once a pony came into the home they were greeted by a very elegantly dressed servant the house looked like it was built before the reign of the two sisters, but the house was not very big, considering that it was located in a clearing in the Whitetail Woods.

The mare opened her cloak to reveal a young pony nestled within it the colt had blue eyes and a jet black main.

“Why do you want to keep him, you have found him in the woods, but he is not one of us?” the old stallion asked.

“I found him in the woods,"

He was all alone, there was nobody else though, so may we keep him?” The mistress of the house asked her dad.

“You say he is not one of us therefore you have to return him to where you found him,” the stallion said.

“But, father I cannot just give him up I was the one who found him there were no other ponies around,” the mistress pleaded with her dad.

“NO, HE WILL GO!” the stallion bellowed.

The mistress ran, up to her room crying and holding the little colt.

In another part of the home one of the servants was making up the nursery for the colt, she was a nurse made who tended to the mistresses needs as well as the children if the mistress decided to go out into the woods and find some abandoned child long forgotten by its parents.

The nurse came upstairs to get the nursery ready, then she stopped in front of her mistresses door because she heard crying.

“Mistress are you in there, is everything all right?” the nurse asked, coming into her mistresses room.

The nurse saw that her mistress was lying on the bed.

The colt was lying next to her as June came closer she could see that the mistress was very very upset.

“What’s wrong?” the nurse asked.

“Why did papa have been so mad about the colt!” the mare sobbed, pointing at the colt.

“It is just who he is,” the nurse simply replied.

“What have you named the colt?” the nurse asked after a long awkward period of silence.

“Noah,” the mare said.

“I have prepared the nursery, and it is time for bed for the little one,” the nurse said, smiling softly at Noah.

The next day the nurse went upstairs to get Noah for breakfast.

“Time for breakfast, Noah,” The nurse said slowly as she came into Noah’s room.

Noah was crying softly under the covers, June came closer to Noah’s bed.

“What’s wrong Noah?” the nurse asked.

“Rast right, roice raid thawte, mommy should have left Noah to die,” Noah said from under the covers.

“What voice?” the nurse asked.

“The voice in my head,” Noah admitted.

“Ok,” the nurse slowly nodded

“You don’t believe me?” Noah asked.

“I am a bit skeptical,” the nurse finally said.

“Now, won’t you come down for breakfast?” she asked.

“Res, Noah come downstairs for breakfast,” Noah said.

The nurse carried Noah down the stairs and into the dining room and set him and his specially made seat so he would sit up right.

Noah couldn’t sit without assistance, so instead of having him sit in one of the family chairs so the stallion of the house and the carpenter made a very special seat for him.

Now Noah got his seat special made because without support he can’t sit upright, the family had tried many different chairs but none of them would work. So eventually the mistress had said to get him a specially made seat from the local Carpenter.

It was not very often that the mare ever heard Noah speak, Noah only ever spoke to his mom when he was addressed otherwise he would stay quiet.

“What would you like for breakfast, Noah?” the mistress asked him.

“Eggs,” Noah said quietly.

“Ok,” the mistress said as she had one of the housemates go into the kitchen and prepare the eggs.

“Did you sleep well?” the stallion asked his grandson.

Noah’s expression turn to from a happy one into a frown.

“Papa, please don’t,” the mistress hissed at her dad.

“LAST NIGHT WAS NOT OK!” Noah screeched.

“Papa I told you you shouldn’t have asked him that!” the mistress said with a disgusted look at her dad.

“I thought he might want to talk about what was bothering him this past night,” the stallion whose name was Nightlight said.

“Papa just stop it already!” The mistress of the house yelled at her dad.

Noah was crying and the nurse was trying to comfort him.

“You deserve it you little worthless child, your mother should have left you to die,” Nightlight bellowed.

Noah took one look at his grandpa and then said something that every parent or grandparent fears to hear.

“I hate you, grandpa!” Noah screamed hitting his head with his hooves.

“What did you just say to me?” Nightlight bellowed.

The mistress of the house went over to where her son was sitting and tried to comfort him.

“Twilight Sparkle what are you doing you should have left him to die but instead you are comforting this little beast,” Night bellowed.

“Papa he is my son and if you cannot accept that you are banished from this house and you are not to return,” Twilight screamed.

“You dare exile me from my own house, I don’t even think you know who I am!” Nightlight screamed.

Noah was very upset.

The nurse came over to where Twilight was sitting and sat down next to her.

“My lady he is in sane you shouldn’t have let him in the house all of those years ago,” The nurse exclaimed.

“Maybe you’re right June I shouldn’t have let him in the house all of those years ago but what do I do now,” Twilight said looking at her son.

Author's Note

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