"Run, run, run away. I will kill you anyway."

The little colt ran as fast as he could, trying to ignore the crystals as they grew up and out of the ground. He screamed as one impaled his mother, but still ran. One life lost was better than two.

His father caught up with him. Of course he would – his father could do anything. He stopped, expecting to be stabbed by the crystals.

"Oh son… I'm not going to kill you… I'm just going to curse you…"

The colt stared up at him, wondering what his father meant.

"Until you get your cutie mark, you will be forced to travel Equestria as a colt. No pony shall care, no pony shall know you. Until you discover your destiny, you shall remain this age forever."

Two blinding lights came, and his father screamed yet another curse.

"AND THE CRYSTAL EMPIRE SHALL BE HIDDEN AWAY FOR 1000 YEARS UNTIL I RETURN!"

Watching his father being lifted into the air by alicorn magic, the little colt backed away, taking in the curse.

He'd be this age forever, until he discovered his cutie mark…

When he looked up again, his father was nothing but a ball of mist and was being banished. He turned around.

Who were they?

One was white, the other black, the white one had a sun as a cutie mark whilst the other had a moon as their cutie mark and both were alicorns.

The black one approached him. "And who are you?" Her voice was formal yet kind, harsh yet sweet.

"I'm…" He had to think of a name, different to the one he had. He couldn't let them know! "I'm…" He whispered the name so quietly, he suspected they didn't hear him.

"You certainly don't look like one of those." The white one smiled a formal yet kind smile at him. "And we know who you are, Umbra."

"O-Oh."

Umbra stared at his hooves which were covered in dull white (and dirt and mud from running).His silky and straight black mane (with dark grey streaks) trailed down from just centimetres away from his forehead to curl around both sides of his neck. His tail was black with thin white streaks and split into two. His eyes, a blood red. He shut them. He was ashamed.

"Umbra. Don't worry. We can help you. We can't take the curse off you, but we can form a new identity for you."

"You can…"

"So you don't have to be Umbra… You can be who you wish to be… You can be-"

Cheese Sandwich shot up, gasped and groaned, beginning to massage his temples. Where… where was he?

"Hello."

"P-Princess L-Luna!" Cheese yelped before bowing. "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to visit you…"

"Well of course, but why?"

"There's something I need you to do for me."

"What can old Cheese Sandwich do for you?"

"…"

"What?"

"It's not Cheese Sandwich I need."

A/N:

Yeah, it's a Cheese Sandwich story. The Mane Six will be in this.

Thank you for reading; Chapter 1 will be out soon.