The Adventures of Thunder Strike and Ink Blot

Are you really interested in hearing my story? Very well. I guess there's no harm in telling it.

I guess I'll start at the beginning.

My name is Thunder Strike. I am a unicorn, arguably the most gifted of the three races of ponies, and I grew up in the gleaming, flourishing city of Canterlot.

My mother, a pegasus, served as a messenger, both for the people and the royalty. My father, a unicorn like me, was a well-respected school master.

As a filly, I remember them being very busy very often. I have hardly any memories of them spending time with me or of taking care of me. I had to learn to cook, clean, and meet my curfews, all on my own. It became clear to me that their jobs were more important to them than I was.

I also remember I had a rather hard time making friends outside of home. Sometimes I would act awkward. A lot of times weird things would come out of my mouth because I was nervous or did not know how to act. And to make things worse, as a unicorn I had magical powers. At times, I had a hard time controlling those powers and learning how to use them. Sometimes I would accidentally hurt someone or destroy something.

Because of this, nobody really wanted to be around me.

I do remember, however, that one day, I came across this one short earth pony being picked on by some bigger ponies. It disgusted me. I trotted up to the bullies, and scared them away with my magic, making sure to hurt them so they would not come back.

The pony I saved was named Ink Blot, or just Blot as I started calling him. From that day on, we started hanging out more. We would talk and play together a lot, sharing so much with each other.

One year we wound up in the same class at school. As it turned out, Blot was very smart, especially in english and reading. We would often help each other out with school work when we needed it. We were both pretty good in all subjects though, and barely needed each other's help. We did not really make any other friends, but that was fine. We did not need any other pony besides each other.

I would be lying if I said I did not grow attached to Blot. I wanted to keep him by my side for as long as we lived. I knew he would be there for me when I needed him.

But of course it did not last. We all grow up and move on, go down our own separate paths from our old friends, meet new friends along those new paths. Eventually Blot and I did the same thing. For starters, my cutie mark was a thunder cloud with lightning, showing off my ability to control thunder and lightning and storms with my magic. His was a fountain pen, no doubt showing off his knack for words and writing. From then on, we slowly drifted apart.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. There is one other thing I should tell you: About the day I decided what I wanted to do with my life.

In Canterlot, there's this ceremony every day in which our beloved monarch, Princess Celestia, raises the sun. I never really cared that much for it, nor did I care for politics that much, but one day I decided to check it out.

Yep. That's me slipping and bumping my way to the front of the crowd. The little brown guy right there with the short black mane and red eyes.

I remember hearing the royal guard in their golden armor blowing hard on their horns atop a platform. And then in the center appeared a beautiful white mare with the most radiant mane. I watched her horn glow as she mustered her power. Her large white wings lifted her gracefully up into the air, and as she flew up, the sun rose with her, and when she reached the apex of her flight, she spread her hooves wide, and the sun shone most brilliantly.

Every pony in the crowd cheered and ooed and awed as they gazed upon Celestia's majesty, and I could not blame them. She gives every pony something they all need to carry on with their lives; light. She uses her power to do the best she can as a ruler and make everyone happy. And she must have been doing a good job at it, because everyone adored her and cheered for her. Everyone acknowledged her.

And so, on that day, I said to myself, "One day, that's gonna be me!"