Come To The Light

John.    That's how everybody calls him, that's how he likes it, and that's how it will stay.

He was borned in a well established family, his father, a unicorn, was the owner of a very important company, and his mother, as well a unicorn,was a very prestigious designer, one of the most known in fillydelphia, he was single born, and had very few cousins, besides, they were very separate one of others.

Now, let me tell you something about him:   John, a unicorn, is thin, but tall, actually pretty tall, he has pretty well made muscules, cold and calculator when it comes to make decisions, he prefers a good old book instead of videogames, or waste time outside, white skin, as white as a tomb. He is very good with animals, a lot better that I at least, but he doesn't have any, he can't, he doesn't want to. The best in the school no doubt, also, the best one with magic, but, at a high price, he always sits in the corner, taking notes, never participate in the class, excepet when It's very necessary. He, releases an aura of loneliness and isolation, his eyes are green with a tone of sad red in his pupiles, his hair is long and messy, no sparkle come out of it, he doesn't show any emotion on his face. He has a job in fillydelphia, a cook, if I recall correctly. And I think it's unecessary to say he didn't have any friends, but, as intriguing life can be, he did have some girls behind him, some ugly, some pretty cute, he causes a little envy, but nothing to serious.

And he enjoys that kind of life, he adores it. He loves the isolation, he desires the remoteness, he finds comfort on it, nobody knows why, and let me be straight, he is not from those guys that doesn't talk at all, or doesn't move from one place. It's Just that, he doesn't talk that much.

One unfortunate day, not by pony hand, but by natural, both of his parents died, He didn't cry, but, for the first time ever, he felt, sadness, he wasn't young by the time, he even had a house, but in the deathbed of his parents, specifically his father, he made a promise with him. He Will have friends, no matter what.

His parents always have been careful with that theme, he wasn't bad at school, and he talks relatively good with them, a lot more at least, so, his father was trying to get him some friends.    He always rejected the proposal, never took it to seriously.

But now, things were different, he had to make friends, so he started looking for towns, occasionally, visited them, he found the perfect one: Ponyville, small, warm and had a train station, places to work, and.....ponies to meet.

This is his story, I'm just a mere narrator so, please, Enjoy.

Alright then, I need to move out by the night, to arrive there by morning.     John thought.

He was making a big mess on his bedroom, packing all his stuffs, he took only the essentials: Clothes, Money, Food, And Objects of personal cleanliness.

"I think that's it, let's move"   He starts moving towards the main entrance, when suddenly, he felt a powerful tickle running across his entire body.

"I can't do it. Why? Why is friendship so important"?

"That's what we are going to find out"

He left the sensation behind, yet, the main question reminded.

Why is friendship so important?