The little bronze filly bounced on her bed, she was very excited, her curly pink mane bounced all around. The room was sparsely decorated except of the bed, nightstand and desk the room itself was painted in warm colors and a single rug on the hardwood floor but the little filly loved it all. Her name was Patch, an orphan, she had only know that life since the day she was born. She had been left at the orphanage as a baby and had lived there for the longest time, but then she was found.
She giggled and laughed about how much her life had changed in such short a time as two ponies entered the room. They both had orange coats, a stallion who had a blond mane and a mare with a light pink mane. Patch smiled, got off the bed and ran to the two older ponies.
“Thank you so much.” Patch said to them.
“Thank you for what?” The stallion asked her.
“For giving me a home.” She replied evenly.
“Your so sweet,” The mare coed “How couldn’t we take you home you were just perfect for us Patch”
“You might not have…” Patch started looking down at her hooves.
“Dear we chose you, and we are not going to just give you back.” The mare swept the her in a hug. “Your part of our family little Patch. Nothing is going to change this.”
“She is right, we are your family now.” The stallion told her.
Patch smiled at the two of them. “Thank you Mrs. Yarn Worth, Mr. Type Block.”
“Call us mom and dad from now on. That is if you feel like it.” Mr. Type Block explained her.
“Mom, and Dad?” Patch thought this over for a while
“Now, it’s been a long day. It’s time for all good little fillies to go to bed.” Mrs. Yarn Worth, correction, mom told her.
“Can you read me a story?”
“Of course.” The two ponies said together then they looked each other then nodded.
“What would you like to hear?” Mr. Type Block, no that wasn’t right, her dad
They both took a seat near her their new daughter, neither of them had a book in their hooves.
“Where is the story?” Patch asked innocently.
Her dad tapped his head, then her mom smiled. “We’re going to tell you a store we know it by heart.”
Once upon a time, in a magical land known as Equestria, there were two regal sisters who ruled together and created harmony for all the land. To do this, the eldest used her unicorn powers to raise the sun at dawn; the younger brought out the moon to begin the night. Thus, the two sisters maintained balance for their kingdom and their subjects, all the different types of ponies. But as time went on, the younger sister became resentful. The ponies relished and played in the day her elder sister brought forth, but shunned and slept through her beautiful night. One fateful day, the younger unicorn refused to lower the moon to make way for the dawn. The elder sister tried to reason with her, but the bitterness in the young one's heart had transformed her into a wicked mare of darkness: Nightmare Moon.
She vowed that she would shroud the land in eternal night. Reluctantly, the elder sister harnessed the most powerful magic known to ponydom: the Elements of Harmony. Using the magic of the Elements of Harmony, she defeated her younger sister, and banished her permanently in the moon. The elder sister took on responsibility for both sun and moon. And harmony has been maintained in Equestria for generations since.
“That’s soo sad Mom,” Patch said.
“What is? She said she was going to cover the world in eternal night…” Her Mom said
“I know but she only did something bad because she was lonely and sad and thought no pony carried about her work.”
“So, do you think the other sister is mean?” Her Dad asked
“Nah, hua,” Patch shook her head. “She had to stop Nightmare Moon.”
“But the elder sister…”
“No!” Patch shouted and then she pull her blanket close to her and hugging the mass. “Both had job to do… the younger sister felt sad because nopony knew she kept them safe they would have appreciated her more.” Patch shuttered
This caused older ponies to rush to her side and embrace her in a hug. “Don’t worry you're safe now.” Mom cooded to her.
“Our story isn’t done, would you like to hear the rest of it?” Her dad asked her softly. Patch nodded.
But that is not the end of our story…
As time pass the Elder sister, now a Princess struggled to move on with her life. Now being the only ruler it was up to her to keep the nation running smoothly. Deep inside the Princess was said and felt alone. That is until one day the kingdom's greatest sorcerer had made a magic door.
This magic door allowed any pony to travel to anywhere they wanted.
It was then the the kingdom’s greatest sorcerer asked the Princess to join him on his adventures through the door. The two of them had many, many adventures and they were able to learn many things they took back to their kingdom to make it better. One day the Princess ended up in a Kingdom that was ruled by a kind and fair King. While the sorcerer learned the magic of the land the Elder sister and the King shared their knowledge as well. Soon the King and the Princess became close and soon they fell in love.
While the Princess and the King were falling in live the sorcerer found that the magic door was slowly bringing the two kingdoms together...
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Patch interrupted her parents story. “The two kingdoms becoming one?”
Her Dad shook his head. “Not like that it’s more like this…” He smacked his hooves together.
Her Mom nodded “Smashed together.”
“That would be bad.” Patch concluded.
The sorcerer decided to shut down the magic door forever, but he did not tell the Princess. She soon found that the sorcerer was had locked the magic door, she was beside herself. She would never be able to say “Goodbye” to her beloved king.
A short time later the Princess found she was with child...
“And the Princess was never alone again.” Patch concluded, and of her parents smiled at her but something was different about this smile, it looked almost sad.
“Not exactly the ending.” Her Dad said.
“But… It’s late and time for all good fillies to go to sleep.” Her Mom said and then kissed her on her forehead.
“Go night Mom, Dad” Patch said to them. This made them smile again so she rolled over and closed her eyes.
Patch listen to hear as her new parents trotted out of her room. “Night, Mom, Dad.” Patch said to them softly. She could not help but smile, she had parents she had a family. Patch finally had a home to call her own. It was these thoughts Patch carried with her into her dreams.