April 29, 1112 C.E.

It was just another calm evening when the family of four were chilling together in the living room on the weekend. Rafael had the day off, so he was was enjoying an alcoholic apple cider beverage while watching a game of his favorite buckball team, the Manehattan Horseshoes, compete against the Las Pegasus Mustangs that was being livestreamed in the Manehattan Stadium. Ariel was playing with her dolls, as usual, and Mabel was reading her novel, while watching her newborn alicorn foal sleeping soundly. The three were enjoying their hobbies with a smile on their faces.

"Here comes the ball, making a swift pass to Striker." The commentator was almost sitting straight forward watching his favorite team dominating the field. "He then gives the ball to Ripper, who's distracting the defense with his lightning fast speed."

"Come on, Ripper," as Rafael was leaning forward as the offense was about to score against the Mustangs for their team, he was really hoping that they could score so Horseshoes can win the kickoffs. Will they make it?

"Ripper is going backwards to make a long distance goal, defense is completely distracted. He takes a shot. He scores!"

"YES!" As he was cheering on, he took a drink of his cocktail, to relax a little. Though he heard, and saw his son crying as he looked over to his right. His loud cheering definitely woke the foal up.

"Rafael, honey. You woke up our little Francis," the mother got very upset as she put on a strap that contains a pouch to carry the foal wherever she goes.

"Disculpas (Sorry), Mabel," Rafael smirked a little bit as he was trying not to laugh. "Got a bit too excited there."

"Yeah, I figured much," Mabel was now trying to calm the baby down, so she took the foal upstairs and rocked him gently. "There there, my Moonchild. You're ok dear." The baby was starting to calm down a little as he was starting to fall asleep again. To ensure Francis would sleep, she gave him a pacifier to help him settle. As Mabel laid him next to her in the bed, she went back to reading her novel while watching her son sleep soundly. She gave him a kiss in the forehead to ensure that he is safe whenever his ever-loving mother is around. "I'll always be here for you, Francis," she said gently, "Forever, and beyond eternity."

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As the two were found taking a nap, Rafael decided to budge in and lay down next to his wife and son. Mabel, was starting to open her eyes as she felt him lay down next to her. She still had the baby laying down on top of her chest. The baby was still snoring soundly while Rafael wrapped his arms around his wife rubbing his head next to hers.

"Sorry, for waking up our son my love," Rafael wanted to apologize as he felt somewhat bad for what he did. He could hear her give out a sigh of relief.

"You're fine love," Mabel looked at his foal watching him sleep peacefully, she couldn't be more relaxed than she already is. "Just look at our little angel sleeping. Isn't he so adorable? Our alicorn foal."

"He sure is adorable," Rafael replied to his wife. "I'm shocked he's actually a lot calmer than most foals, or, at least from my experience with Ariel."

"Though, that's not necessarily a good thing," Mabel was taught this from her mother at some point. "Remember that foals should cry when they need our assistance. Just somehow, Francis seems to be more independent than other foals, unless its obviously about changing his own diaper. That, does surprise me to some extent."

"I think he will be fine," Rafael said in a calming manner. "We will do our best to work with our handsome, yet tranquil son." He smiled as he was playing with the tiny alicorn's mane. The baby was still surprisingly asleep while the parents left him in the crib as they then started to cuddle, enjoying each other's presence. They continued for at least half an hour before they both were tucked in bed.

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It was at around eleven when Mabel just couldn't sleep at all that she decided to get out of bed. She decided to take a look at the crib as she heard sucking noises coming out of it. She noticed that it was Francis just sucking on the pacifier, while now being awake. He gave mom a quick glance before he got up and asked his mother through physical communication if she could carry her by opening and waving his arms.

"Oh, sweetie," Mabel smiled at her son who was starry eyed. "Seems like you can't sleep either?" she put him on the pouch and then she began to go outside. But why? Especially during late hours? Regardless, she decided to keep going. She was heading southeast near the Everfree Forest, where the foal was born. While trotting, Francis kept staring at her mother, seeming a bit confused as to where she was taking him. She then entered through the forest going around a quarter mile trail that ultimately leads to a cliff. Then, the mare decided to sit near the cliff and got her son out of the pouch and placed him on her lap. She then looked up the night sky, hoping that the little alicorn would enjoy the spectacle. Francis who decided to look up was very amazed at how beautiful the sky was as parts of the galaxy was illuminating from beyond the furthest reaches. A light blue nebula with a hint of purple was brightening up the sky. Francis was smiling and with eyes wide open, he loved what he was seeing. He was giggling as he was pointing at the sky. His mother giving him a loving smile. "The universe sure is a lovely sight, isn't it, little Francis." As the stars were shining from up above, the two were enjoying their bond together, while stargazing. At some point, the foal felt a calming sensation deep inside while he was looking up the sky. It felt very familiar somehow. Its like this sense reminded him of something, but what was it? Shortly after, he heard a soothing voice. It was trying to communicate with him with whispers. The voice also sounded familiar. It's like he has heard this particular voice at some point. A couple minutes later, the voice was enough for the foal to pass out. The mother got him back into the pouch, and decided to walk all the way back home. When she got there, she decided to get herself some water from the kitchen before heading back upstairs. She placed the sleeping foal back into the crib. She gave her son a kiss in the head. "I love you, Moonchild," she smiled at him as the little snoring coming from his nose soothed her heart and soul. She then went back to bed, and immediately passed out, as she needed to get rid of a bit of energy before she could actually enjoy a good night's sleep.

February 2, 1115 C.E.

It was just yet another ordinary morning as the foal has now become a colt. He was playing a tea party with his sister, Ariel, while their parents were in the kitchen getting ready to cook for the whole family while they wait for Chief Tasunke, his wife, and his kids, to arrive. The young ponies were in the living room in the doll house.

"Would you like some more tea, Moonchild?," questioned the gray filly as she grabbed the small teapot. The colt simply nodded yes. As growing up, he has become more shy than ever before. She pretended to pour some more "tea" in Francis' cup as he began to take a "sip" from the tea. As the two were done with the quick tea party, they decided they would brush the manes of the Mane 6 dolls. Though, before Francis was ready to play with her sister, he went to the kitchen to talk to his mother about something he had in mind. Mabel was chopping some potatoes to make some fries, while Rafael was grilling some hay to make hay burgers. Mabel noticed the tiny alicorn colt and smiled at him. As he simply looked at her with a small smirk, he decided to walk up to her, ready to speak to her.

"Mother," the colt was a bit nervous as he was facing a little down while looking at her.

"Yes my love?," Mabel, knowing that her son was very timid, asked in a loving and polite manner so she can try to make him feel secure.

"D-do you think," he gulped. "Do you think we can stargaze tonight? It, erm, has been a while." He started to look away while covering his head as he was blushing. At the age of three, he can already speak fluent English with some unique words in his vocabulary.

"Aww sure sweetie," Mabel responded with a smile, while patting her son as she noticed he shied away. "Just after your father's friend is no longer around, otherwise I'd be happy to do that." She got back to cutting the potatoes. "Now I need you to go back to the living room dear. Me and your father have quite a lot of cooking to do." As the colt left the kitchen to go back and play with the filly, she was already done brushing Pinkie Pie's mane. She was about to get started brushing on Rarity's mane before noticing her brother trotting up to the living room.

"Hey Francis, what do you think about Pinkie Pie's mane? Do you like it?," she was proud to show off her doll to the alicorn while all Francis did was nod his head yes. As he was looking down, she realized that he is very timid, much more timid than Fluttershy. "Francis, why is it that you are so shy all the time?," she was starting to express her months of concern to her brother.

"I'm not so sure," Francis replied in a very quiet tone, as if he was mumbling his words. "I have always been quiet however, ever since I was a foal. Ask mother, as she would return back the exact response. You should have known this a long time ago, sister." His voice was gradually getting a tad bit louder than his normal volume. "Though, now that I think about it, I know why. But I do not wish to scare you with my reasons behind my more hushed personality. It's just that-"

"Francis," his sister interrupted him. "You are speaking more words than you have ever spoken in only one moment."

"You asked me a question, I simply responded. That was all."

"I see, sorry for making you come out of your shell," she grabbed her Rarity doll and started to brush her mane. Francis, only looked away while showing his neutral expression, and grabbed his sister's Fluttershy doll, thinking about the many similarities they share. Especially the fact that they both love the fauna of Equestria and beyond. He got the brush and started to brush her mane along with his sister. He felt as if the way he responded to his sister was a bit cold as he realized that she was expressing a bit of fear, or, so he thought.

"My deepest apologies Ariel," he spoke while brushing the doll.

"No-," Ariel was wondering why would her little brother would ask her for an apology if he did nothing wrong according to the grey filly. "No need to apologize Francis." She went back to brushing Rarity's mane.

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It was around 1 in the afternoon when the siblings were still playing in the living room. The married couple were nearly done cooking as the hay was in a big pot slightly cooling off. The married couple were in the dining table talking about certain topics, laughing, and whatnot. All of a sudden, the family heard the door knock in the front entrance. Rafael went and got the door as he realized that it was his friend. He opened the door, and his guess was correct.

"Rafael, mi carnal (my friend)," Tasunke gave him a slight punch in his shoulder, laughing. Rafael, joining him as they were both really close.

"Que onda, guey (What's up, dumbass)," Rafael giggled as he let his friend, and the family come right in to the house. Tasunke's wife, Cheyenne, gave him a smile before entering.

"Good afternoon, Rafa," Cheyenne gave him a handshake. Rafael only smiled back, as Cheyenne went to go salute her best friend, Mabel. The two children came in. Ariel decided to stop what she was doing and she quickly went upstairs as she doesn't like their son, Quetzal. The Moonchild looked at Ariel while galloping to the stairs, wondering why she hates the other colt. He then looked at Quetzal, who was giving him a threatening glare, now questioning what was it that he did wrong. Did he somehow upset this person whom he has only seen once previously, when the alicorn was only three years old? He simply nodded down, as he was expressing how Quetzal was making him uncomfortable. He stayed looking down until he looked back up as he noticed another pony walk in. This pony, who looked around the exact same age as Francis, caught the three year old colt by surprise as he was admiring this filly's stellar, blue colored mane. It was literally as if he was stargazing all over again. He was also admiring at how unique she was as she was another grey filly, however, she has dark grey spots on her left side of her face, also on her back, and has dark colored legs. The filly blushed a little as she began to wave hello to the alicorn pony who was in awe. He blushed as he nodded down smiling a little bit as he slowly waved back. The filly slowly trotted up to the Moonchild and sat next to him.

"Greetings, pony," Francis finally spoke to somepony first.

"Hello," she gave him a vague reply. Though she smiled at him.

"What's," Francis gulped. "What's your name?" He blushed as his eyes looked away. He was already feeling a good connection with this cute pony, something he never, ever experiences with anypony else.

"Oh, umm," the filly smiled as she looked at him a bit weird. "My name is, umm, Kamaria Nightlight. My mother gave me, umm, my first name. It's also, umm, well, my pony name. What're your names?" She was somewhat nervous,.

"My name," Francis gulped, again. "My name is Francis. You already know my last name, I assume. But my name, is Moonchild. The Moonchild, to be more precise."

"Yeah," Kamaria figured out his last name was Granada. "I'm actually sorry if I looked at you a bit.. funny. It's just," she looked down for a bit then looked back up, "I've never seen a pony with both a horn, and wings."

"Ah," his eyes widened with surprise. "I understand now. I do have both, as I am an alicorn."

"But how is that possible?," Kamaria was questioning him as she was curious about how this purple alicorn came to be. "Your parents, are all earth ponies like us. How come you are not?"

"I, umm," he froze as he has always thought about how he came to be very different from the rest of his family. Especially since he asked his mother at some point why he was born with such features when neither does his sister, nor his parents have them. "I am not sure, and neither do my parents. It has... always remained a mystery to us."

"I see," the stellar maned filly replied. "I think you look, unique. I like that about you." The Moonchild was blushing red.

"Oh... well... the same can be said about you, Ka- Kamaria," the Moonchild slightly nodded down.

"Thanks, Francis." The filly smiled as she started to play with the alicorn's mane. The colt sat down as he was really starting to enjoy the presence of this adorable filly. "My, your mane is so long and soft. I could play with it all day if I could."

"I do care about my hygiene quite a lot, so that is not news to me, dear Kamaria," the colt replied as he looked up at the filly that could not stop fidgeting the purple pony's long mane.

"That's very good," she responded. "My brother could learn quite a lot from you. He is, well, the exact opposite of you, and I mean, quite literally in every way. You are also very, well, kind and calm."

"Am I, now?," the alicorn never really thought about his own personality at all until this exact moment. "I never knew that about myself, but I do appreciate such kind words, dear Kamaria." He was starting to open up to the starry maned pony.

"You are so welcome," Kamaria looked down at the Moonchild, who was sitting, as she noticed his eyes were locked onto hers when at first he was showing obvious signs that he was very shy. "I would like to be your friend. May I be your friend, Moonchild?" The alicorn was now blushing red, again. He couldn't believe that this kind pony was asking him a question no one ever asked him until now.

"I... uh, umm," his head was completely down, he was covering his face with his front right leg. It took him around half a minute to finally uncover his face and look up at the cute filly. "I wouldn't mind that."

"Aww thank you Francis," the little filly started to wrap her arms around the bewildered Moonchild, and hugged him close to her. Francis was very confused, but he laid his head down on the spotted pony before gulping.

"You're.. welcome, Kamaria." The two stopped hugging each other as they heard Mabel trot up to the living room.

"Kids, the food is ready. Come on and eat," Mabel went back to the kitchen as the two followed the aquamarine mare so they can enjoy some nice, and scrumptious grilled hay burgers.

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The adult ponies were getting ready to put the food on one of the tables they have set up outside in the backyard. The two young ponies who became friends decided to sit at another table next to each other. Ariel went and sat next to her little brother so she doesn't have to worry about sitting next to Quetzal, who was next to Kamaria. The uneducated colt gave Ariel a quick wink, which made her very uncomfortable as she slowly laid her head down next to her brother.

"Is something bothering you, sister?" He was slightly confused what was happening.

"Just, don't worry about it," Ariel was now covering her face.

"Haha," Quetzal laughed, moving his head forward to make the poor grey haired filly uncomfortable. "Don't worry about it. She just has a very big crush on me." She uncovered herself, looking very angry.

"Leave me alone, creep," Ariel yelled at him.

"Everypony, please calm down," Kamaria looked at her brother in a very angry way. "We are here to get along and have fun. As my father said, make peace, not war." Quetzal rolled his eyes at her.

"Fine," Quetzal replied. "Whatever you say, miss bossy ass." Poor Francis was confused as to what was going on. Why was this colt behaving in such a strange way. Why did he say that she had a crush on him? Was it actually true? "Also, what were you two talking about back there just then?" He was asking Francis and Kamaria that as he knew they talked for quite a long time.

"It should not matter to you, brother," Kamaria told him as she doesn't like when he get all over her business.

"Let me guess, you two are dating, huh?," he laughed as she blushed.

"Brother, stop it with that dating stuff or I'm telling mom. We are not dating," Kamaria was really upset at him for assuming such things, especially since they are literally very young for them to be thinking about that stuff.

"Haha, ok ok, jeez. You're so easy to upset it's actually amusing to me," he was laughing as he was rubbing her cheek. Kamaria slapped his arm, not wanting to be touched by him at all. The adults were done with the prep.

"Come and serve yourselves, children," Mabel slightly yelled as she was putting some Colt-Ca-Cola beverage cans inside the cooler. Ariel went and served herself first while the two friends were behind her. Of course Quetzal was giving them a glare, as he was waiting for them to get their own food. As the adults were starting to serve themselves, they began to sit next to the kids at the table. It would mean that Quetzal would no longer bother any of the other young ponies for now.

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It was starting to get a little dark as the herd were now inside the house. Francis and Kamaria were both in the living room watching the television. Ariel was in her room so she could avoid Quetzal. The troublemaker himself was with the adults just sitting in the dining table in the kitchen. The adults were starting to get up and talk about going to the casino later on. Francis heard them talk about who would stay at the home and watch over the young ones while the other adults would gamble their money away in hopes that they win a fortune.

"Alright, Mabel, you gonna stay and watch our little angels for us?," Cheyenne was asking as they were both heading to the living room while the stallions were all drunk inside the little automobile, along with Quetzal waiting for the mares to finish their conversation.

"Of course. Kamaria?," the other mare was now looking at the spotted filly. "Would you like to stay here while your parents go out to the casino?"

"I would be very happy to stay!" She responded in a polite manner while smiling at the mother of the Moonchild. The aquamarine mare, only smiling back and nodding. The filly knew that by staying here, she could hang out with Francis a little more.

"Alright dear," Cheyenne trotted up to her beautiful daughter and patted her head. "I'll be back as soon as possible. Love you dear."

"Love you too, mother." The filly was so happy as now she can spend extra time with her friend, the purple colt, who was now upstairs. Her mother finally left the home to drive the befuddled stallions, and her son, to the casino. The other mare decided to get a book from her shelf and started to read one of her novels. Kamaria, now wondering where her friend went, laid down on the couch watching a cartoon on the television.

"Miss Mabel?," the wondering filly asked her softly.

"Yes dear?," she had her eyes locked on the novel.

"Where is Francis?" She asked while now looking at his mother.

"I think he's upstairs in his room. Why? What's wrong?"

"I would like to spend some time with him. Is that ok?" She asked as she was getting up.

"Ahh hun. As much as I would allow it. I wouldn't suggest bothering him right now. He usually goes upstairs after times like this when he is around a large group of ponies. I guess he needs some time to recover from socializing dear. But you can go if you'd like. i won't stop you." She ended her words with a smile.

"Umm, M-Miss Mabel.." the filly was starting to stutter her words. "Could you ask your son if I can go to his room?"

"I sure can dear." The mare placed her bookmark in her novel, and went upstairs to do the filly's favor. She then walked downstairs and told the filly, "Give him around thirty minutes. He just needs to cool down for a tad bit longer honey." The little pony smiled as she was now back to watching the television.

"Thank you so much, Miss Mabel."

Forty minutes have passed since the little pony asked the mare the question. The little filly thought that it was enough time for her friend to relax for a little while, as she was getting incredibly sleepy. She got up and asked the mare if she could go hang out with the timid alicorn. The mare only nodded yes to her while being focused on the story in her novel. After the response, the filly decided to go upstairs and knocked on the door that leads to his room.

"Francis," she gulped. "Umm, may I enter?"

"You may," his voice echoed through the door. The filly slowly opened the door to see the Moonchild sitting by the window looking through a telescope. It seems he was observing some planets.

"Oh, what are you doing Francis?," Kamaria hasn't seen such a thing.

"Just looking at the moon," Francis turned around looking at the filly. "Would you like to take a look through the telescope?"

"Oh my," she looked amazed, "It seems like a lovely idea." She went up next to Francis to take a look herself. She closed one of her eyes to look at the telescope properly. She was clearly amazed at how beautiful and detailed the moon looked zoomed in. "Oh my stars Francis. This is truly wonderful. I love how pretty the moon is."

"Heh," chuckled the purple alicorn. "I do believe we, ponies, are infinitely lucky to be able to experience the beauties of the universe with such advanced tools and technology. I'm so glad you could experience this thing with me. This feels quite special." He blushed a little.

"You're truly very special," she smiled. "I'm so happy we were able to meet." The colt gave her a small smile. "Though, I do want to ask you. You, don't necessarily like to be around other ponies, do you not?" The colt slightly nodded as his smile changed into a frown.

"You, are right. I don't really like to be around others. I... umm... have a tendency to take breaks after being around so many ponies."

"I see that," Kamaria was slowly rubbing her hoof onto his. "But why?"

"I... don't know myself," he looked at her. "Everyone who has met me, from the day of my birth, up until today, keep saying how shy I am, which is true. But I don't like to be in the spotlight at all. My spirit, just feels anxious whenever I come in contact with others."

"Your.. spirit?," Kamaria was very puzzled.

"Our souls. I believe we all have souls, as I have had so many questions about life, and why we exist. I believe that we came from the universe as little.. ghosts.. from the past. Our souls, having no experiences from past lives, come here to experience life in this planet during our formation from within the womb. And I believe that I was sent here, for a reason."

"B-but Francis, How can you be so sure about this?," she was trying to understand this spiritually intelligent alicorn.

"I am not sure, indeed," he replied. "But I do believe in the theories I just told you. Though nopony will ever know, unless.." The door has opened.

"Kamaria hun," the mother of the Moonchild interrupted. "You're parents are here."

"Ahh Francis, I'm afraid that's all the time we have," Kamaria stated, as she went up to Francis and hugged him. "Thanks for everything today. I had such a harmonious time getting along with you. I hope to see you soon." She went out and trotted downstairs, with the mare following her. She closed the door, wishing the Moonchild a goodnight. and it was it. The Moonchild was back to being alone. He moved the telescope to the side right next to the mirror, and then he sat down next to the window to stargaze. As he was looking up, he was thanking the universe for sending such a young, enchanting filly to be his friend. He felt like he could truly be, himself around her, without feeling like he would scare off others with his views and guesses about the mysteries of life. As he was feeling calm, while feeling incredible amounts of joy. He heard the same voices that he heard when he stargazed with his mother as a little foal.

"Stay wise, Francis, for it shall serve thou well on the long run." One of the voices whispered to him clearly that he could understand it.

"Let thy spirit guide thy heart and mind. For thy spirit holds more knowledge than the flesh."

Why was he hearing these voices again? Why do they sound so familiar? He feels like he as heard these voices long ago. Did his spirit encountered them at some point before he was born. So many questions. He somehow stopped hearing these voices as he looked away from the window. This experience was quite strange, yet it was time for him to sleep as it was getting quite late. All he thought about was how blessed he felt after today. He trotted to his bed, and laid down to rest. As he covered himself in his blanket. He looked at the roof, thinking about the countless things clouding his head, but soon enough, he was so tired that his eyes automatically closed. Even though he won't be able to stargaze with his mother due to how tired he is, the Moonchild hopes that tomorrow, and forever may bring him blessings as the start of his happiness has officially begun.

Author's Note

I truly do not have quite much for the early years of the Moonchild. However, once growing up, there will be much more important details about his later childhood years, along with his adolescent years as well. For those asking why so many red tags. All I will say to that is, soon you will see. Though its important to know that I have a full time job so apologies if this isn't quite a fairly decent story. Again, please keep criticism as kind as possible, and once again, thank you so much for reading. May the universe bless you all with peace, and tranquility.