One snow covered night in the middle of Winter, the magic of life was blooming. In the peaceful town of Rosetree Grove, a hospital in the middle of the town to be exact, a newborn pony was being born. A couple who had been together for four long years decided that it was about time they added to their family. The father, Chestnut, was almost always away, working. His beautiful wife, Hummingbird, wanted something to keep her occupied while he was away and her work was not doing it… she was lonely and longed for the soft knocking of little hooves to walk on her floor. Chestnut tried to cheer her up, he himself wanting a child, but not if he couldn't be there to help raise it. He, unfortunately, could not get home in time to help her through the process, but, when he got to the hospital, he saw her lying there, smiling over a baby wrapped up in a blue blanket. Hummingbird and her mother looked up, smiled and ushered him over to see the baby colt. Chestnut saw his own blue eyes in the baby and his mother's horn. However, he had a white coat, which was no problem, but Chestnut would've rather his son had his caramel coat, or his mother's blue coat. Chestnut looked at Hummingbird and asked the question that he had had the entire term of pregnancy.
"What should we name him?" he asked. Hummingbird thought about it for a second and then smiled at the child.
"Nightsong." she said.
"Why Nightsong? Not that there's anything wrong with it, I'm just curious." he asked.
"Well, I kept this to myself, but I guess I should tell you now. Every night, before I'd go to sleep, I'd sing a song to him, and I swear I heard someone hum it back to me." she said. Chestnut nodded in agreement and marveled over his newborn son. He thought of how he could stay at home and teach him how to play sports, work on projects, and the joy they'd all feel when Nightsong discovered his special talent and his cutiemark. That was the greatest feeling he had had when he was younger. He liked order and also giving people things, so he joined a shipping company which made him stay away from home for possibly weeks on end, maybe a few days at home. He actually found his wife in a tavern, putting her special talent to work, singing. Chestnut went there for a drink after his day's deliveries and his heart was captured by her beautiful voice. She took a liking to him and she even left her life in the port town to be with him. Chestnut had remembered a beautiful and small town that was up in Northeastern Equestria, Rosetree Grove, the only place where Rosetrees grew. They were soon wed and moved into a house in the town. Though Chestnut wasn't with his wife a whole lot, their love never suffered for it, it actually became stronger. They never fought, or argued, they just enjoyed the time they spent together, which all leads up to the moment Chestnut's first son was born, right now. After two days in the hospital, Chestnut took his wife and his son home. When they were walking home, Nightsong, who had fallen asleep in the stroller, actually began to hum in his sleep. It was good! Chestnut and his wife listened as they made their way home.
Sixteen years have passed and Nightsong has grown up. He was becoming a proper young stallion, had a great life and was even anxiously waiting for a soon-to-be sibling. His parents wanted another baby and he was too old. Nightsong had been in want of a young brother or sister to talk to since he was twelve and this was a great thing to all. Nightsong walked around the small town that he had only stepped hoof outside a few times and made his way to the entrance, anxiously awaiting his father's return. His father had been gone for a week now and his mother was soon expecting. Nightsong had always stood around the entrance of town, waiting for his father to get home. He got a letter a week ago, specifying that this was the time that he was coming home. Nightsong stood there, saying hello to everypony that passed by, he knowing them, they knowing him. He stood there for an hour, knowing his father was going to be there soon. Another hour passed… then another… and four more after that. It was about midnight when somepony ran up to him. It was a purple mare with green eyes and blonde mane. "Nightsong, your mother's going into labor." she said. She began to run back the way she came, Nightsong, casting his eyes back at the entrance to the town. "Come on!" the mare yelled back. Nightsong set off after her. He ran into the hospital, the nurse knowing what Nightsong was there for, just ushered him into a room that his mother was in. His mother was doing some kind of weird breathing exercise and screaming something fierce. Nightsong walked up and gave his mother his hoof, which she grabbed in a grip like a steel vice. Nightsong sucked it up and talked his mother through it. Finally, after two hours of pushing, the baby was born. A beautiful, healthy, baby filly was born. Nightsong smiled as his mother held his little sister in her forelegs.
"So, what do you want to name her?" he asked. She looked at him, with a tired smile.
"Hmmm… I hadn't thought about that. I wonder where your father is… he could probably come up with a good name, it's his turn anyways." she said. She gave a quick yawn and fell asleep. Nightsong sat in a chair next to her and wondered where his father was, that was, until someone knocked on the door. Nightsong burst out of his seat and ran to the door. He opened it and, much to his disappointment stood his uncle… with a bottle of something in his left hoof. He staggered a bit and he began to say something in a drunken slur.
"Hey t-there, boy. Ish your mother awake? Where'sh the lit-*hic* little one?" he said. Nightsong pushed him back and closed the door behind him.
"Uncle, you're not supposed to be here. Especially not after all that you've had to drink. Get out of here." he said flatly. His uncle got close to him and began to raise his voice.
"Who d'you think you a-*hic*-re? I'm gonna get in there an' shee them both. Now, get outta my wa-*hic*-y." he said. Nightsong stood firm in front of the door. His uncle tried to push him out of the way and Nightsong simply gave him a small shove that sent him his uncle over, falling asleep right there on the floor in the hall. Nightsong sighed, grabbed his uncle by his dirty, scruffy mane and brought him outside, where he left him on a nice patch of grass. He looked around to see if he could see his father… to no avail. Nightsong looked around and he saw white, pink and red petals floating everywhere. He picked one out of the air and brought it back into the hospital, looking at his now awake mother and his sleeping sister. He placed the rose petal on his sister's head and she had a big smile grow on her face.
"How about Rosepetal?" he asked. His mother smiled and nodded before drifting off back to sleep. Nightsong put two chairs together, got as comfortable as he could, brushed his long, neon blue and white mane out of his eyes and fell asleep, wondering where his father could be.