DISCLAIMER: I do not own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or its characters. The rightful owners of it and its rights are Lauren Faust and HASBRO®. The only thing I own is my OC and this story.
*Looks at story stats*
Me: *humming* "Hmmmhmmmm hmm- wait wha-? *jaw hits the floor* I posted this a few days ago and it already has fans!? WOW!"
Thank you guys SOOOO much for already reading this and favoriting it and EVERYTHING! I'm SUPER motivated now! *grabs a party shaker and a party hat and CELEBRATES!* Anyways, there's a few things I wanted to say before we move on.
First, I was thinking about this and the story line, and I'm probably going to write the story a bit differently than I normally do. Basically, I don't exactly have a story plot all planned out, because that usually takes me 1-2 months to write. Instead, I'm just going to write the story as it goes. No story lines, plots, anything like that. That way, I'll be able to create interesting plot twists and such as the story moves along, and sometimes one story will affect the other.
Another thing, this is the first fanfiction I've written that's being published. So I'm sorry and please bear with me, because I'm still learning the ins and outs of extreme writing.
Anyways, enough dawdling and stalling. ONTO THE STORY! Enjoy! ^-^
Chapter 1
I remember Daddy telling me how I was made. It was over 700 years ago. After Daddy was turned into a frozen statue, he was moved to a garden in a place called 'Canterlot'. He was brushed off as a fairy tale, as if he were a mere figment of imagination. He lived in his form for almost 1000 years, being gawked at as crazy, mean, and cruel for ruining their peaceful world.
I don't think Daddy is like that.
He told me what real draconequui are like. Watching the world go by, waiting for that one moment to strike and destroy, and to rule over a broken world with an iron whatever-it-was-they-had-instead-of-a-hoof.
All he ever wanted to do was make the world he lived in fun for him and his neighbors. He would never harm a hair on another living thing.
While being paralyzed in stone, he was able to eject his consciousness from his prison, and fly through the world as if he had wings. He flew to a corner of the world that nobody, even Christhoofer Columbus or any great explorer ever found, and he created. He created his favorite thinking tree, a chaosberry tree. He created a cotton candy cloud that created his favorite drink: chocolate milk. And he created me.
He told me a secret: he always wanted a friend, or a child, even. That's one of the main reasons why he created me. He also wanted to push the limits of his powers, only being able to materialize things that didn't live, save his thinking tree. He didn't know how complicated a living thing like me was, so that's why I was... imperfect, so to say.
He said he always wanted to meet someone who's favorite color was blue. He wanted me to be a tomboy. He also wanted me to have hooves, which for some reason, others didn't have. He wanted me to love art, and music, and technology that ponies would have (Daddy created the telephone, but made up Alexander Graham CowBell to invent it instead of him.). And he wanted him to be a part of him.
So, after 2 months of tireless work, that's where I came from. He made me so I'd age the same as a draconequus: about 50 pony years for 1 draconequus year. And he gave me something I am eternally grateful for: a part of his powers. I'm able to do things that other ponies can't do, like giving myself pets and candy, change how I look, and many other things, like one time I created a house that was bigger on the inside!
But there was one thing that Daddy knew forever that would always set me apart: my eyes.
Remember when I told you about the day I was made? And when Daddy was twirling me around, then he looked at me and stopped smiling? He did that because he saw my eyes. They're... not normal, so to say. They, um... don't have... pupils. They're just bright, almost neon green eyes with no black in them. He still doesn't to this day know why I can see with no pupils. But I don't question it.
Anyways, I should probably tell what I look like.
I'm just about under the normal height of an adult pony, because I'm technically 14 years old, or an adolescent. I have hooves, and the fur hanging over them is zigzagged. My fur is the color of the sky on a cloudless summer day, and my hair has two colors: dark navy and basic blue. My hair is a bit funky, yet cool. It's like bending your fingers and setting them up as a staircase for dolls, then coloring the tips primary blue, I guess, but then again I'm not good at describing shapes. My tail reaches almost to the middle of my back legs, and it's flat.
I don't have a cutie mark, and Daddy said I probably won't, because I wasn't made like other ponies. Ever since Daddy told me what a cutie mark was, I've always wondered how it felt to get it. Sad? Happy? Like you've gone swimming in clouds? Being proclaimed King of the Walruses?
Oops! Sorry... I tend to do that, going off topic or making up the most random thoughts for something.
But enough about that. I have to tell you about the day my life was turned around.
Daddy wasn't visiting Chaosopia (that's what we named it one day) for almost 3 days now, and this hasn't exactly happened before. I was pacing in front of my house, waiting for him to show up.
'Where are you, Daddy?' I wondered. He promised about 400 years ago that he would NEVER be late to play.
I've been keeping myself entertained by expanding or renovating my house. Other times I'd practice my magic, and lately I'd been working on a picture of him and me that I'd hang up in my house. I practiced my voilalin (a violin with 7 strings), and my guitar with my hooves and my magic. I materialized different things to play on: a playground with clouds as slides. A chocolate milk pool, a garden with lots of animals. But nothing was the same as playing with Dad.
I rolled his last visit in my mind.
*flashback*
He showed up on time. Actually, earlier than usual, which happens most of the time. I was sleeping on my cloud in my room, upside down and mounted to the ceiling, like normal.
He tiptoed into my room, wearing bunny-soft pink slippers to be safe. He dematerialized his legs and arms, slllooowwwwlllyyy slithering towards my bed. He bit his goat lip as he brought his arms and legs back, beginning to lean over my bed with a mask of a clown and a feather duster.
But I had the upper eagle claw.
"SURPRISE!" I yelled, coming out from under my cloud, diving right into him. I materialized flying feathers around me, tickling him until he couldn't breathe and tears streamed out from his eyes.
"HAHAHAhahhahhaaha-STOP IT, CC-hehehehe! HehehHEY! I s-s-said STOP I-I-I-IT-hahaha!" He managed to sputter from his deathtrap of laughter.
"Okay!" I said, instructing the feathers to blend together to make a chicken. It clucked around, then layed an egg made of tree bark and grape soda.
"Well done, my chaotic blossom! I almost had my wings scared off of my back!" he said, his bird and bat wings falling off of him and hitting the floor with a CLANG. He bent over to pick them up, only to have the chicken come and peck his face in affection.
"Alrighty, little bird, how about you pick them up?" Dad asked the chicken. The chicken clucked and began pecking at his wings, causing Dad to wiggle around in discomfort.
"Hey, heyhey HEY! I said pick them up, not peck them up!" Dad yelled at the chicken. I fell on the floor laughing my head off. Dad dematerialized the chicken and picked up his wings with a duck face that made me laugh even harder.
"Alright, enough messing around, my little jewel," Dad said. "It's time to practice your magic!"
*flashback over*
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted. I snapped out of my trance, realizing that small, humming, glowing orbs were beginning to surround me. I started to panic. What was going on? Was it those manticores that he told me about? Unicorns he assured me never existed? Hunters? Will-o-the-wisps?
"Daddy?! Where are you!?" I cried out as more orbs appeared, spinning so fast that they seemed like one solid white ring. They changed directions, surrounding me in a white bubble. I felt weak, as if my energy was slowly draining from my body. I was driven down to my shins, then I collapsed onto my stomach. I struggled to keep my head up and the sphere began getting brighter and brighter, the humming slowly getting louder and louder. My head finally hit the ground.
Then my vision went black.
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Cy'all on the next page!