//------------------------------// // Prologue // Story: Finding Home // by Auto-Buscus //------------------------------// "My name is Singer Case. I am a blue pegasus stallion from the magical land of Equestria. I have a mom, a dad and an annoying older brother. Sounds typical doesn't it? Well believe me, my life is anything BUT typical. So how did I end up where I am today? Well sit back and I'll tell you the story. A story about my quest to become the greatest performer that ever lived, a story about my trek for true friendship and the story of how I fell in love with the most wonderful mare in all of Equestria. So without further delay, this is how it all happened..." It was a boy! Another successful birth in the Canterlot Hospital. This birth was the second for the happy parents, Briefs and Belle Case, a pegasus couple who currently resided in Canterlot. Briefs was a blue pegasus stallion with a white mane and tail, and a brief case as his cutie mark, while Belle was a purple pegasus mare with a pink mane and tail, who had a bell as hers. Their newest addition was a tiny blue colt foal with a tiny tuft of red hair on his head. They asked the nurse to call in their eldest son, Brawn a seven year old orange pegasus colt with an ebony black mane and a dumb bell as his cutie mark. As he entered the room, he saw his mother and father looking at him with warm and loving expressions. "Brawn, this is your new little brother!" said Belle as Brawn flapped his wings and hovered above the hospital bed where his mother lie, holding his new brother who was fast asleep. "Hello there." said Brawn, looking proudly at his new family member. "So... what are you going to call him?" "Well we don't know yet, son." said Briefs. "We haven't really thought of a name for him yet." "Why not?" "We want to get to know him a little better before we name him, Brawn. You know. To give him a name that suits him." Threw in Belle. "Oh okay, I get it." said Brawn. "So is having him around going to be difficult? Because my friend, Lance, said that when his baby sister was born everything went downhill for him. He couldn't play his music anymore or anything." "Well we will have to see. Things sure won't be the same for us anymore for sure. But we will all adapt. This baby, though a bit of a surprise, will always be a blessing to us." said Belle, as she caressed her baby. Bringing the baby home wasn't so bad. He didn't really cry all that much, of course his mother hadn't let go of him the whole time they were going home either. A few moans every now and again would be the only thing that the young foal would give out. As the three pegasai entered the house, they were greeted by Brief's brother and his mother who both lived with them. Brief's brother was a red pegasus stallion with a brown mane, and a electric guitar as his cutie mark, who loved guitars. He went by the name of Fender. His mother was a light blue pegasus mare named Joy, who's cutie mark was a smiley face. "Hi mom, hi Fender." said Briefs, opening the door for Belle, who was followed in by Brawn. "Aaaaaw look at him, he looks just like his daddy!" said Joy. "Another member of the family to recruit in my epic band!" said Fender, strumming his electric guitar. "FENDER!" yelled Belle. "Stop! You'll wake him up!" Too late! The baby began to cry. At first the crying was relatively silent, but then something happened inside the baby's throat, causing his voice to rise and the crying getting louder and in a different tone than before. It almost as if he was singing with a choir, much to the amazement of everypony in the room. Baby's crying wasn't supposed to sound like that, was it? "Whoa!" said Fender. "Dude, he's totally got the vocal chords to be a lead singer, bro!" "That's a good name for him!" suggested Brawn. "Lead Singer!" "I think you're right, son." said Briefs. "What do you think, Belle?" "I think just 'Singer' will do fine." "Singer it is then. Welcome to the family, little Singer!" And that was how our hero was born. While he was pretty well recieved by his family as a newborn, as the days turned into months, three years had passed by and Singer's personality was really starting to develope. His brother became more and more distant from him, and his uncle didn't really seem to pay him much mind unless he just had to. The little foal was a big ball of energy, always zipping around the house. For Fender, the change wasn't too bad and nothing he hadn't gone through before, after all he was living with them when Brawn was a baby as well. He had to move his guitar practice to a friend's house everyday, but he didn't mind. Brawn, however didn't have anywhere else to go to play his music on his radio. Singer had been able to fly around the house and zip around since he was nine months old. And once he started to talk, that's when things got interesting. At first, all he could say were just rapid bursts of jibberish, but once he started to learn words he was quite the little pest. By this age, he had already learned quite a few words and was always looking to play with Brawn. His now ten year old brother, however didn't really warm up to him as well as he had thought he would three years ago. "Bwan! Bwan! Bwan!" said Singer, knocking on Brawn's door repeatedly. "HEY BWAN!" "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?" he yelled, opening his door after enduring Singer's calls for the last few minutes. "What is so important that you have to interrupt my workout sessions?" Singer just let out a big smile and said only one word. "Hi!" Then sped off. "You little runt!" said Brawn. "I'm going to get you!" Brawn flapped his wings and chased Singer all through the house, making a ton of noise. "Ha ha ha!" laughed Singer. "Dis is fun, Bwan!" Singer dashed down the hallway and into his parents' room, Brawn still in hot persuit and forgetting to slow down and crashing into a big pile of boxes that had been stacked up in their room. Belle had been lying in her bed at this time and she looked up at both of her children, with a less than pleased expression. Brawn could tell that he was in for it before his mother even opened her mouth to speak because the anger was all expressed in her eyebrows. "Brawn!" she scolded. "What have I told you about chasing your brother through the house?" "To not to." "Use propper speech, Brawn! We live in Canterlot remember?" "Who cares?" he mumbled. "What was that?" "Nothing." "That's what I thought. Back to your room, now!" "Fine by me!" said Brawn, looking up at his little brother who had perched himself at the end of his parents' bed. "Brawn! Room! NOW!" "I'm going!" As he walked out the door, he gritted his teeth angrily. "One day, you little runt! One day! I will get you! Homewrecker!" He stomped off into his room and slammed the door shut, annoying his father who was in the room next to him, which was his office, looking over his paperwork. The noise had slightly disturbed his train of thought and it had almost annoyed him. Briefs, being a lawyer, had to spend quite a bit of time away from home, and even if he was home, he spent most of his time in his home office. Having two sons around definitely made working at home more interesting, and a lot harder. But Briefs knew that he had to take what life dealt him. In this case, two rambunctious sons. "Those boys..." said Briefs in annoyance to himself as he looked over his cases for the jury. "And that's how the lives of my family were turned upside down. Yep. You guessed it. It was all because of my birth. And this was just the beginning..."