Chapter 1

Dave's POV

"Get out of here, boy! You scum of a rat!" yelled the old man.

I blinked startled, "Okay."

"Good," screamed the man angrily.

I began to scramble away, running out of the alley. Who was that guy? A jerk. That's what he is. Everyone seemed to be. Including my dad. Marrying that girl. Completely forgetting about mom, even if she had disappeared a long time ago. He forgot about me, too, not that it mattered, I had always been disposable anyhow.

As I was rounding the corner, the man called back, "Hey! What's your name, boy?"

"Dave," I growled. "Dave McKaller. I'm 10 years old, so leave me alone!" I knew that made no sense but it gave me a second to slip away.

I ran about a block before I slowed down. I glanced behind me and sure enough, the old man wasn't following me. Thank goodness for that!

I glanced to my side and...was that a Pegasus? Wow...it was pretty. Pure white, it's mane a perfect shining thing. I blinked and it was gone. Yet there was a girl in it's place. She was beautiful. I would fall in love with her in a second. She looked to be about my age, maybe 12 or 13. Sure, that was a little old but that was okay, right? Another blink and she was gone too. I tilted my head and shook it off. I was just scared, that's all.

I wandered around, searching for food. I was so hungry that words could not even begin to describe the pain I felt. I needed food, and fast. My stomach was growling so loud I could've sworn everyone within a mile's radius could hear me.

After about an hour or so, I found a piece of old, hardened bread. It wasn't much but it was something.

There was an entrance to a beautiful neighborhood where the bread was sitting. I couldn't resist. I stepped inside the gates and looked around. Immediately, I took notice of one certain house. It looked just like the rest but something seemed to call me to it. It seemed...friendly. I wasn't sure what that meant but there again, it could just be my hunger and lack of sleep.

I walked over to it slowly, forgetting about the bread in my hand. It was a red brick house with brightly painted windows. They were a light pinkish sort of color with splashes of blue and some red flowers. It was a happy home. The roof was the same light pink color and the cobble stoned path leading up to the house, with the flourishing green grass, stuck out from the rest of the paths on the street.

I slowly raised my hand and knocked on the door. Sadly for me, I had no idea what I had just done.