Prologue: Bucked up by all belief, don't read if you want to like this story!
Just to get this out of the way, Daniel is fourteen, has jet black hair, and blue eyes.
Daniel looked around his room, and then thought about his plan. Daniel was ready to end it, end it all. But first, he had some things to do. He shoved on some jeans, socks, and a jet black shirt. Throwing his backpack on, he jumped out his window, avoiding his abusive father. On the street he looked left and right, pulling out a small umbrella to block the rain that was pouring out of the sky. he walked across, and straight into the school, living where he lived had a few benefits. closing his umbrella, he walked into the hallway, and turned the corner that rounded towards his locker, he tried to step foward once more, but was pulled back by a forceful hand. "Hey squirt, got something for me?" A voice said behind him.
Daniel smiled slightly. "Hello Tanner, I'm sorry, but I am afraid, that my lunch money is meant for me, and not you. Now leave, or you'll regret it." Daniel said in a polite tone.
"Huh, lot of talk, from such a little punk." Tanner said, as Daniel turned around. Tanner was about a month older than Daniel, had a freakishly large build, and has been bullying Daniel for years.
"Okay, let's not make this like a movie, the only reason I actually came to this damn place, was to beat on you. I have been studying jujitsu, and now know how to kick your ass. I don't want some big dramatic confrontation, those don't really exist, you have been bullying me since the seventh grade, I put up with it for two years, now I'm going to beat you. It's that simple." Daniel said, his smile gone. Not one for dramatic pauses, Daniel slammed a fist into Tanner's stomach, then kneed him in his head as he bent over from the pain. As he was on the ground, Daniel stomped on his face, and left Tanner with a visibly broken nose.
Exiting the school, he went back across the street, and entered his house through the front door. "Hey, old man, I'm home!" Daniel yelled. He opened his backpack and pulled out a hunters' knife. There was the sound of shuffling. A moment later, a man came from the hallway.
"Hey you little shit, what do you want? Here to cause me more grief? You already killed my wife, and depleted my money." The man said nastily, swaying slightly. 'He has been drinking again, that bastard.' Daniel thought as he brought the knife out.
"I guess you could say that I just needed to tell you something you old bastard." Daniel said, his voice dripping with seething hatred.
"Oh, I see, you got a knife, and now your going to gut me, you don't have it in you to kill me." The man said.
"You are absolutely right, I'm not going to kill you." Daniel paused, as the old bastard laughed. "But, I won't regret it if I scar you both physically and mentally." The man's laughter stopped.
"Oh really? Well what if I just beat you, you probably need a good beating." The bastard spat out at Daniel. The man quickly tried to punch Daniel in the side, but Daniel held his knife out at the arm, and it sliced through the skin of the fingers, which stopped it's motion suddenly, as the man gripped his hand.
"I don't care what you do, but first, you are going to get what you deserve!" Daniel yelled, tears welling up in his eyes, tears of anger, hatred, and sadness. Daniel swung the knife quickly at his father's face, leaving a gash that started bleeding, but not deep enough to cause any real damage. "That's for always blaming me for mom's death!" He yelled. Quickly swinging the knife again, he gashed the old bastard again over his eyebrow. "That's for beating me all those times!" Daniel yelled even louder. He swung the knife all over the man's body now, then suddenly stopped. "That's because you deserved it. Now, look into my eyes." The man on the floor was wimpering.
"W-why?" The man said, stuttering.
"Do it!" Daniel yelled, and slowly the man looked up. "This one is for the fact that you made me." Daniel said, raising the knife to his neck. but before he could slice his throat, the man wimpered something.
"You want to know something? You were adopted." The man said, fearfully letting the words slip out. "My wife died the night before she told you."
Daniel looked into the eyes of the old man and saw no lie. "Goodbye you old bastard." Daniel said, finally sicing his throat out.
Daniel felt pain, horrible searing pain in his neck as he collapsed, and for a few seconds that was all he could feel. But it slowly faded it away, and darkness enveloped his vision. He stayed there for a few minutes, or seconds, or years, just staying in the darkness, until a voice called out to him. "Daniel, go, go to Equestria," A soothing voice not male nor female said, just as Daniel realized he was somewhere. He couldn't feel anything, emotionally or physically. "You shall never die, go, go to Equestria, where you were supposed to be" The voice said. Daniel began to feel something, heat, warm comfortable heat, washing over his face, which now seemed to exist, along wiht his body, he could hear crickets quietly chirp, and could smell apples. Opening his eyes, he saw that he was in a barn, his neck, now fully healed. "Daniel, you are now the human of Equestria, you have the power to look as old as you wish, and have been blessed with the immortallity of the goddesses, good luck." The voice faded. Daniel sat up, looking around, he saw through a barn window, that it was night. he got up slowly, and walked towards the barn doors...
