The boring story of a pony named Moonlight

Chapter 1

Welcome to my mind, I know it's pretty regular and nothing special but while you're here I might as well tell you about myself. My name is Moonlight, I won't say my last name because I hate it and you will laugh (not exactly a tough guy name). But I will tell you, in this, and the ensuing chapters my entire life story. Yeah I know what you're thinking, "shut up, we don't care about your stupid life or you stupid mind". Get out if you want to you don't have to ride this crazy train of emotional downpour. Now, where to begin...

We should start when I was little, like still couldn't fly little. I always had the best grades in my class, the best times for gym, and the best way to get fillies. I was "the pony" that everypony should know. I was the cool colt in school, until my father died and my life went into the toilet.

I come from a planet that we called Alicron. It's gone now, but when it was still thriving it was the center of attention in our galaxy. Nothing could get from one planet to another without it passing through Union City. I went to basic school like everyone else until I was 20 years of age (alicorn standards very young) then went to flight and general magic school to learn flight and general magic 101. My father passed away when I was about 36, still in flight and general magic school.

My father ran a huge construction and design company in Union City. He planned and oversaw the construction of his new buildings to make sure the job was done right. Occasionally he would schedule a "bring your colt to work day" and I was pulled out of school to go with him to his work.

Now before I go on to the days occurrences, there were these radical groups that roamed around causing mischief and vandalizing property. Most did not really have a purpose but they did cause a lot of destruction. Their planned target for that day, the building my father and I were working on.

It was like a lot of other bring your colt to work days, we have to get this, this, and this done, stay out from under hoof, and blah blah blah. We had just started when some explosions from below shook the building. A few minutes later, bigger explosions shook it even harder and my father told everypony to leave the premises. He called the authorities and then we got into the elevator to go down to see what the problem was.

When we reached the bottom we saw the broken support beams and the charring from the firebombs. We knew that the building could come down at any second. He called the authorities again and told them that it was a code blue situation and that they needed to evacuate everyone near the building. We began to run toward the exit when the snap of biosteel stopped my father. He turned and grabbed me.

He told me to spread my wings and threw me toward the exit. I looked back just in time to see him crushed by a huge chunk of the floor above him. At the last second, just before he was crushed, he cast a temporary protection bubble around me that left me an air pocket when the building collapsed on me. The demo team dug me out, still crying, hours later.

I did not talk for months after that incident, my grades in school went to crap, my life went down the drain. Four years later, on my 40th birthday my mother killed herself. Plasma weapons are a bad thing to have around a depressed mare who just lost her husband.

Age 40 with no parents I was sent away to an orphanage until I was old enough to go into work. The 50 some odd years I spent there were filled with school and depression. I was a rebellious little critter and always went looking for trouble and fights, wherever they were. I was smaller than most of the colts in school and was picked on and teased constantly.

Though I was small, I always had a mind for battle and never lost in a hooffight. Eventually I got some unwanted attention from certain members of the battle school and they teased me and shoved me around daily. The school that I attended was far from the orphanage and to get to and from it I had to pass the battle school.

One day, they decided to take it up a notch from teasing and shoving, to punching and bucking... they quickly regretted that decision. There were three of them and only one of me. In my mind, I had them outnumbered two to one. They were all older and much larger than me, not that that mattered much as two were unconscious before the fight was broken up.

The tactics and warfare teacher was the one to break it up. Unfortunately (for him) I thought he was there to aid the bullies and almost hit him cold as well before he cast a spell that threw me into a wall and knocked me out. I woke up in his office with him giving me a dirty glare. He had several bruises and cuts on his face and about his body. "you fight like a warrior twice your size" he said coldly but in a way that wasn't (too) threatening. I shrugged and looked at my hooves, waiting for the punishment. "with training you might become a decent enough fighter to join the elite battle group" I looked up suspicious and nodded slowly, still unsure if he wasn't going to kill me.

He got up and walked to the back of his room and faced a window "I'm sure the other teachers will think, as I do, that you are a pony worth training in the arts of combat" he turned and stared at me, watching me bite my lip in thought. "how old are you?" He asked suddenly, I told him my age (96), not sure where he was going with this. "you can join the school at 95 years... what do you think?" I stared at him dumbstruck, I had beaten up his students, beaten him, and forced him to smash me against a wall to get me to stop... and now he was offering me a ticket out of the one place I truly hated? It was a dream come true and I moved out of the orphanage that afternoon, leaving behind my depression and the place that symbolized hopelessness and despair.

Things were looking (more) up for me.

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