Chapter One: A Whole New World. Part One
Chapter One. Part One: A Whole New World
It had only been a few moments before that the young colt had been enveloped in warmth. That was before he had been harshly pushed from his warm, comfortable den and into a world of harsh noises and cold like he had never before experienced. And the first thing he had done as reaction to this abrupt change in residence, was cry.
Suddenly, instead of the warm walls of his mother's belly, it was open and cold, and he was being handled by smooth hooves while light blinded his shut tight eyes. And the wailing. The wails were sharp against his long, soft ears, and the only thing he could do, was contribute to the noise.
The cold was soon muffled by a warm, soft, fabric swaddling around his small fluffy body. It was nothing like the warmth of his previous cacoon, but it was appreciated compared to the cold before. And then, the wailing stopped, the loudest wailing that was, and as the noise died down and the cold was blocked. And so the newborn colt stopped in his wailing as well.
He could hear voices but they were quiet and clear compared to the noise before and as he was moved around and then, finally placed in a secure place, he dared to open his eyes.
It was bright and blurry, but the light was dimmer now, as if with his birth the lights had been lowered to better suit his sensitive eyes. And the first thing he saw clearly was a yellow face. He blinked at the beautiful creature before him. He saw a pretty yellow face, with a small muzzle who's mouth was curled in a tired smile. The colt's fore-hoof was rubbed against her long, straight, pink hair, and it felt silky as rose petals, despite the newborn not knowing what roses felt like.
And her eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes the newborn had ever seen in his short existence.
He didn't know it yet, but this beautiful creature, this pony, was his mother. But even though not knowing words, or really anything; just seeing her, and the yellow mare staring back at him, her eyes filling with such love, the bond between mother and child was sealed. A bond that could never be broken, no matter how burried deep down in ones heart and soul it was.
Then another figure appeared in his line of sight and the colt turned his head slightly towards the other strange creature. This creature was nothing like the one cradling him. This creature was tall and mismatched, and had red eyes that were both haunting and vibrant, they had their own sort of beauty,
The tall creature was in awe and the little colt tilted his head at him, in awe of him aswell. "Is that really. . .?" The creature said, though the newborn colt could not understand his words. The tired yellow mare beside him giggled weakly. "Yes, he's everything I imagined he would be, a perfect mix of us." She purred and the little colt gurgled as she pulled him close to her soft face.
The colt kept his eyes locked to the tall creatures own even as his mother did so however, and he couldn't look away. There was a powerful aura, something invisibly pulling the colt towards it, towards the creature. He reached out with his hooves towards him and squeaked.
The only thing familiar to the newborn was the look in his mother's eyes, and as he reached for who he would soon learn to know as his father, the same look entered the entracing red eyes of the draconequus.
And the colt, for the first time, found his first understanding: He loved the look of love in a creatures eyes.
Over the next few days, the tiny draconequus-pony hybrid found that there were more things to learn, and he did learn, quickly after birth in fact. Many of these were what he would soon learn to call 'bad.'
He knew that being alone was bad, that everything was alright when either his mother or father were close by. He learned whenever he did not consume the delicious warm liquid from either his mother or the bottle, his middle growled and felt empty; empty was bad. When his chest felt tight was bad, when his lower stomach was tight was bad, cold was bad. To clarify, many things were bad.
Another thing he learned quickly was that his mother, was the best, not in those words though, or any at all, as he was still newly born. But the day after he was born he was taken to a new place, it was much quieter and nicer here. When it became unbearably dark, the only thing he knew to do, was cry. His crying was short as quickly he found himself back in his mother's hooves. That was good. . .but it was still dark.
The colt hiccuped as he was put back in his mother's embrace, before continuing to cry. "Shh, it's alright, my sweet, sweet little angel. Go back to sleep Flying Breeze, mama's got you." The mare soothed, her voice soft and comforting. "It's alright little Breezy Fly."
The colt cried, that is, until he heard something new. It was still his mother's voice, that much he could tell, but it was different this time, it was sweet and melodic, it calmed him right down.
"Hush now, quiet now, it's time to lay your sleepy head.
Hush now, quiet now, it's time to go to bed. . .
Drifting off to sleep, the beautiful day's behind you.
Drifting off to sleep, let the joy of dreamland find you. . .
Hush now, quiet now, it's time to lay your sleepy head.
Hush now, quiet now, it's time to go to bed. . ."
The colt could not help but close his eyes at the sweet, sweet song. He now loved that song, and the sound of his mother's beautiful voice.
But his mother was not the only creature that was dear to him. Little Breezy Fly would often find himself in the mismatched arms of his father, when that happened, he would watch his red and yellow eyes. His favorite thing about this creature was when he would make him float. "Oh you like that don't you?" The creature laughed.
The young colt giggled and then laughed out loud as he flew threw the air, though he didn't need to, he flapped his tiny little bat wings and swished his serpentine tail. "Well, finally somepony who actually appreciates magic floating." The tall creature mused.
"Hey! I like magic floating!" A new voice called. Breezy was too caught up in his fun to acknowledge the new voice. But suddenly the magic stopped and Breezy found himself staring into two purple spirals. He gurgled in delight at the sight of the chaotic purple pony before him. He did not know much about this peculiar creature, but he did know that she would always play with him with her fun magic.
"Heya technical little bro! Wanna play peek-a-boo?" She dropped down into a crouch and Breezy giggled as suddenly she disappeared. He loved this game. "Where's Screwball?" A disembodied voice said. Breezy looked up towards the sound. "Here I am!" The pony exclaimed as she appeared floating above him.
Overall, Breezy was a very happy colt, and he still has a lot to learn, that he would in time. Afterall, babyhood isn't the only joys of life. . .
Author's Note
This is the first installation of my MLP:FiM Next Gen, the Roseverse! This story will follow the first three foals of the mane six!
