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// Lone I : OC 
// Story: Writing by the Seat of My Pants 
// by Phonyyx 
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The night was dark and stormy. A pony wearing a cloak carried a small bundle of cloth. In front of them, in the rural outskirts of Baltimare, was an orphanage. A cry came from the bundle. "Shhh. Shhh." The pony gentle rocked the bundle forward and back, calming the young foal. Once the crying stopped, the pony bent forward and kissed the foal on the forehead. Knock, knock, knock! A few minutes passed and nopony came. The pony knocked again and heard hoofsteps in the building.
A unicorn opened the door and found nopony. Confused she looked around. Still nopony. A cry came from below and she looked down. "Oh my," she said picking up the crying foal. "Shh, shh." She cradled the colt back and forth. The crying subsided and a pleasant cry replaced it. She took the colt inside. "Lilac, come here!" the mare called out.
A few minutes later, another female voice answered. "What is it Rose?" Lilac trotted down the stairs to see Rose with the sleeping colt.
"He was on the doorstep."
"Was there anypony with him?" Lilac quietly tiptoed over to her sister, not wishing to awaken the small colt.
"No," Rose answered, still gently rocking the colt. Rose pulled out a small note tucked inside the blanket. A small, broken compass was also tucked in the blanket, along with a red bandana.

His name is Lone. I can't take care of him, can you?