There are some things that should never come into question when it comes to family...that's one of the flaws about being a time lord I suppose, because when you're a time lord, you spend so much time without family, that you forget what it's really like to have a place to plant your hooves and call home. Regardless of what they go through, or who they become, family is family. The beginning of time is a place no pony should ever see, let alone be born in...the amount of power at the beginning of time is so immense that my mother would call it "the surge."

When I was born, mother and I were caught up in the storm of power and magic that was the surge, and while my mother was old enough to reject the power flowing through her and make it back to the TARDIS, I wasn't, I could barely breathe let alone block out that much energy; so I was consumed by the power, engulfed in it...drowned by it.

My father, not wanting to lose me, but also not willing to risk their lives jumping into the surge after me, left me, to request help from a much higher power than they...namely the Princesses of the Sun and the Moon, Celestia and Luna; with their aid, my parents were able to pull me from the surge, but by that time, the amount of magic I absorbed and changed my body a great deal, I would later find out that I was known as a faerie, not the ones with wings and fairy dust but rather a creature that is born from the surge and whose prime duty was to shape the universes so that they abide by the will of the "creator."

It wasn't easy for my mother to accept that I was anything but her little baby boy, in fact she never did accept it, and it was by her love and care that by age five I behaved like any other pony around me, to the point where I had almost forgot that I was different, and to most I wasn't, just a blue Pegasus with really long ears that folded forward. My father never forgot that I was different, and for what little of my childhood that I remember...he was always so distant; but that never bothered my mother, Ditzy Do did her damnedest to make sure I was a well-behaved little colt, who listened to his sisters and wouldn't fall asleep without being tucked in by her, his mother.

Mother wasn't always the perfect delivery mare, but she was the perfect mother, which is why I remember it being a real shock when I came home from school to see her and my father, Time Turner...the Doctor, arguing.

"He is not dangerous Doctor, he's your son, OUR son, the least you could do is treat him like he is!"

"Derpy please listen! You know what Celestia and Luna said, the soul he was born with is gone! He's a Faerie living in our son's body! How can you over look that!?"

"Because that body was born in me, it was a part of me and even if he soul is different he still knows that I'm his mommy, and that you are his daddy!"

I stood there and watched as the argument grew more tense, the air started to bear down on me and my ears grew hot and itchy. As the insults flew and glares intensified, my senses blurred, and a pounding in my head felt like it was erasing me from existence. I had almost forgotten I was different thanks to my mother, but on that day, all of it came rushing back to me with gusto, and I used my powered for the first time.

"STOOOOOOOOOOP!"

My ears flared upwards and my eyes glowed a dull aquamarine as marking on my temples, usually covered by my doubled over ears, let out a power shock wave that pushed the Doctor away from my mother and into the couch, the air being forced out of his lungs by the force of the push.

Not used to the strain the magic put on my body, I went limp on the floor; not unconscious, but not able to stand, and being the mother she is, and the fight with dad still fresh in her mind, Ditzy ran to me and scooped me up, instead of going to check on her husband.

"Ancient, are you alright?"

"M-my head...it hurts..."

Ditzy put me down to rest on the couch as she rushed into the kitchen to grab some medicine for my head, ignoring the look of shock coming from her husband.

"You'd pick him over me...?"

"...Ancient Script is our son, regardless of the soul he has, he'll always be our son, maybe you should stop worrying about what he is, and just focus on being the father he deserves; after all...he didn't ask for his powers, you're the one that accidentally dropped us into the surge..."

That struck a cord with my father more than anything ever did, usually Ditzy would over look his bad driving with the TARDIS, but this was the first time in a while that she had called him out on his mistake, and he couldn't think of a retort because she was right, it wasn't his son's fault, it was his.

That night, I remember my father tucking me into bed, and while things did change between the two of us, he never earned my mother's forgiveness, at least, not in his eyes. A father should never pass his sins down to his son, and I think it's because of that, the Doctor felt like he owed me; Ditzy may have forgiven him, but he never forgave himself, and for looking back on his mistake constantly, he never really got down on how to be a father; because being a father had turned into an act of redemption and instead of an act of love.

For all the Doctor's brilliance, he forgot what it meant to be part of a family, and because of that, he lost it all.

Now he travels time and space alone, while I took on a new name, and tried to make a living in the past that he left me in.

I became like the Doctor, without a name, without a past, just a eternity to do what I wanted with no one to share it with; I became...Anonymous.

I became a monument to Time Turner's sins, as he became that constant reminder that I will never be the son I should be, because the soul I was born with is forever lost; so I just wandered around, looking for something, anything, to give me an identity again, and thanks to my mother...and the Princess of Magic, Twilight Sparkle, I've found the Identity I thought I lost, because it doesn't matter the name, the species, or even the time period, family is family, friends are friends, and home is home.

Now I'm off to Ponyville, the rebuild who I once was, with the help of friends that I had almost forgotten I had...

Almost.

Signed,

The Anonymous Librarian, Ancient Script.