Ch.1 My first Words
Hello Dear Reader of this Journal, for I deemed the word diary or recording to not match the meaning of my hardships and plights. Along with my dear friends and newfound family, I have helped my land and my ponies through the darkness that has veiled it since the beginning. For tomorrow I meet my fate. But now I shall regail my adventures on this flimsy pathetic excuse of material. I am called Hearth Soul Fire, and to know me and my will be future, you must know how I came to be who I am now... For with the help of my friends, I have stood out and stopped the destruction of Equestria once.
But I have been urged to write down my thoughts and feelings about it so the next generation of ponies can learn from me. I see no reason why I'm a shining example of a so called 'hero' but this term is obviously defined by the society that the pony lives in.
So I will start from the beginning, the very beginning of it all for me. Of how I grew up, of how I came to be a 'hero'. Maybe after you are through you will realize that sometimes you don't want to be the hero. You want to hide in a cave and put your hooves over your ears and ignore it all, for I wanted to do that at every turn. But have Heart, for you are stronger than you think. I will narrate to you, but I cannot convince you to continue on to fight and become the hero of legend that will be praised, for that much is up to you.
I had no idea about the factors of my life back then, but I know that it all started on a sunny Tuesday in Maneida, the place I grew up in. The place where the orphanage taught me how to deal with rejection and disgust from those who had more than me. It was the place where I had no biological mother, father, brother, sister, or at least none that I knew. But now that I know all these, I think it was best that this environment took its toll on me. For I would not be the same pony, the same 'hero' if I was with my own blood.
So as I said before, I shall start from the beginning.
In the crib I was placed in the night after I was born, Mother Soft Eyes looked at me in the crib, and then out the open window that had been closed the night before and knew that there was one more addition to the orphanage...
