Authors Note to Readers:

Did I mention this was my first official story I have written EVER?! Of course not it's only chapter 2! And do not worry readers! I will NEVER leave my story unfinished like ALOT of annoyingly good stories I've read that have stopped :/ so if you want to help me out and PM me go right ahead! For all critisizms or compliments will be e accepted with (relative) grace!

I was a pony at the orphanage where I spent my days laughing, playing, and observing. Although as the Maid Soft Eyes said watching me while I was running around upon my arrival to the orphanage, "I had a flame in my soul."

Thus the heritage name of the unidentified orphan with no recollection of his family due to youth, Soul Hearth Fire, though I enjoyed the sound of just "Hearth Fire." Catching, isn't it? I thought so, but I might just be tooting my own magical horn. Yah that's right, Unicorn baby! I could honestly say the horn is the most useful tool a pony can have. Magic, I was so fascinated by it back then, the way it seemed to just exist without reason, and that some individuals were lucky enough to be granted this amazing power. Although, I got to be honest here. Part of my name comes from my favorite thing to do with my horn, create fire. It came so naturally, so easily that I can create it without even trying while some expert magicians still have trouble creating it.

Anyway, enough about me.

Mother Soft Eyes, the owner of the orphanage and most hardworking employee, was the closest thing I could call mother. She was very kind, gentle, and funny! My friends and I simply admired her! She had a green coat with a bright yellow mane and deep brown eyes that were as deep as the old well I used to throw stones into when I was upset.

I recall being almost happy and content in my youth except for the nagging of my mental thoughts of knowing I was abandoned in the streets of Maneida.

The orphanage was fairly large due to dormitories, the kitchens, and the playground. Dull brown coated exterior, various windows that were clouded in the freezing winters by frost, along with tan roofing tiles.

The other ponies were fun as well! I was "Friends" with everpony except for the occasional flank hole that arrived. But enough of that main point, I grew up without social conflicts. This unfortunantly inflated my ego quite a bit.

But I was friends with 3 ponies in particular.

Gusty Gale was the collected, intelligent one despite his name. He was a pegasus with a pale blue mane and coat, but his eyes were a dark shade of yellow. If he was flying in the sky he was practically invisible and dear Celestia he was fast! No Cutie Mark.

Then there was Cotton Wood the Earth Pony. The ecomaniac who refused to eat anything but herbs, guess his color! He had a green coat paired with a maroon mane and bright brown eyes. Plus, he was the only one out of our group that had a cutie mark, a small flower locus on a Cotton Wood tree. He told us when we asked about it that his mother had helped him plant his first Cotton tree, and place a lotus seed to grow next to it as a symbol that together the two would live forever. We didn't ask anymore questions about it.

Then finally every group has at least one Mare, right? Silky Sensations, another Unicorn who was the complete opposite of me. While I was making jokes about how funky the upper classes hats were during ones occasional stroll, she scolded me for my judgmental synicallities. When she told us about the economy, I was talking about how the hay negative numbers in our Algebra courses at the orphanage would help us later on in our lives. She was simply adorkable with her books and she had a sleek purple coat with a dark blue/light green multicolored mane with beautiful teal eyes. Again, no cutie mark.

I secretly was a nerd of sorts but I preferred the term sentimentally adept along with my particularlly intelligent noggin. But pretended not to be so I wouldn't get ripped on by the others.

Before I forget myself, let me tell you I was a Unicorn with a bright red coat along with a sunny orange mane as well as bright red eyes. I jumped everywhere I went and my peer ponies said I never stopped smiling no matter the scenario or situation and made them laugh no matter how depressed or unhappy they were. Thus the reason why I never felt too depressed, I would always have them and I would always have my personality! No matter how much I could annoy myself at times. No cutie mark, painfully obvious too.

Those days are so hard to recall now that I ponder them... But in the future I look back at them fondly. For I know these moments would be the only peaceful occasions for me, ever.