Whoever wrote that song about how wishing on a star doesn’t change who you are, well, let’s just say that that is complete crap. To be fair, when I wished on that star years ago, I never expected the wish to come true. That wish was about getting a second chance at life with some of the perks of my previous life and the memories connected to them. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in a dark place with none of my previous memories.

I’m not sure how long I was in there, but after an unknown while, I was born. Yes, the wish basically reincarnated me into an infant just before birth. And the crazy thing was that I was human before, and now I was a wolf/pony hybrid.

Being held in my pony mother’s hooves, I felt safe, protected. When my wolf father came up to me, sniffing my face with his cold nose, I giggled in my baby voice, batting harmlessly at his snout with my wolf-like paws. He licked my face in response, causing more giggling and snout bopping. My father pretty much gave me a feeling of safety as well as a feeling of levity.

“Lupin!” Pony Mom said with a smile. “Stop teasing him!”

“Ease up, Moonshine,” Lupin said in response. “He loves it. Besides, you may be his mother, but I’m his father and he should know about, understand, and love both of his heritages.”

“Okay,” Moonshine said, cuddling me more. She then turned contemplative. “Lupin, what should he be named?”

“Well, I think his name should follow your name pattern,” he said. “He may have wolf blood, but I think having a pony name should help him fit in some social circles.”

“Hmm...What about Moonshadow?” She asked me and Lupin. I smiled at the name and Lupin nodded and gave me another lick. “Moonshadow. My beautiful son. You will be a great hybrid in the future, I just know it.” She began to rock me, lulling me into sleep.

Now, that was the first few minutes of my new life. While I’m sleeping and such that comes in my future, I’ll give you descriptions of me and my parents. My mother, Moonshine, is a dark blue unicorn with white hair. As her name sounds, she makes and sells alcohols. From common beers, to exotic wines, there is no alcohol she doesn’t know about.

My father, Lupin, is a wolf with yellow markings that mother met while exploring a forested area around Mount Canterhorn (the mountain Canterlot is built on/in). She was exploring it for her favorite flower (the moonflower), when she bumped into him. She was scared at first, but after he saved her life from a manticore that was coincidentally in the area, she took a liking to him.

When my grandparents on my mother’s side learned of her liking of a wolf, they were close to disowning her, but she brought father to them and locked all three in a room. That forced them to get to know each other, getting a better view of him and his personality. While they personally didn’t like the idea of a unicorn associating with a non-pony, they allowed her to keep him as a friend.

Anyway, I am a type of wolf/pony hybrid. I’m green with a lighter green mane and tail tip. And speaking of tail tip, I have “paws” instead of front hooves, and my tail is a wolf tail, which explains how my tail tip is a lighter green color. I have a horn, thanks to my mother, but my parents found out that I have special magic focal points in special lines all across my body. No matter which focal point I use, they all glow a turquoise color. These “focal lines” come from father, since his magic is more passive. With me having controlled magic abilities from mom, those focal lines can be used just as well as my horn.

Another ability I picked up was the ability to stand up on my hind legs and walk as a biped. With my paws, I could easily live like that. How I learned that and what side of the family I got the ability from was a mystery to my entire family.

Now, when I was four in my new life, I had a somewhat negative experience with a few other foals in town. They picked on me for being a wolf/pony hybrid. It probably didn’t help that my wolf side of me allows me to eat meat. I’d be eating some fish at lunchtime at school, when then this gang of bullies would come up, steal my fish and play keep away until the fish was a mutilated pile of fish guts, dust, and dirt.

It got so bad that I ended up skipping school once out of shame for being what I was. However, a little pep talk from mom, dad, and my grandparents kinda got me out of my state of depression. I’m not gonna quote everything they said, but the main point they told me was to not focus on what I couldn’t control. I was born as what I am. I had no control over it and nopony can or should make me feel bad for such.

After that day, I pretty much ignored bullies whenever they stole my meat or picked on me being born as I was. After a while, they stopped and noticed how despite my consumption of meat, I’m civil and kind to ponies. Now they’ve become my best friends and I can’t live without them. Heck, they tried meat and proved that ponies can eat meat without getting sick. The scientific community looked closer into this and found that eating meat is possible, but not needed, making a new market for exotic meats for ponies possible.

The craziest part of my life came when I turned 8. It was at that moment when my human memories returned to me. Those memories pretty much made me a genius at a young age. Oddly enough, alongside memories, my human appetite came along...and let me tell you, my hybrid body at age 8 was slightly smaller than an average male 8 year old. Add a human adult appetite, and my weight pretty much skyrocketed.

My sudden increased appetite got the attention of various doctors and physicians. After a month of examining both my new appetite and comparing it with a standard pony appetite, they found nothing wrong. Heck, when they did an advanced check on my now big belly that came with the appetite, the found that my added weight did no damage to my body. My lungs could breath just as easily as if I wasn’t fat; my blood vessels were not compacted, nor clogged; my nerves weren’t uncomfortable or pinched; heck, my muscles adapted to the change in weight to the point of me being able to move as if I wasn’t fat and I can lift two to three times my own weight.

Weight and appetite aside, my practically genius level intellect got my parents to sign me up for Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns. Since I was part unicorn, I fit enough of the criteria to be allowed in. The day I turned nine was the same day I was to perform the entrance exam. Little did I know that that day would change my life and the lives of 7 others.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I came up with the idea fairly recently and managed to obtain permission from Inflatable-Xwell on Deviantart to use the likeness of his character, Xwell.
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