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// Prologue 
// Story: My Little Pony:  A Lost Heir 
// by WildWPony 
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(Equestria Girls Universe: Human Celestia’s POV)

“Hi Lulu,” I cooed into the phone after I got home and onto the couch in the living room, “How did your day go today?”  My name is Principal Celestia and I’m the principal of the local junior high school with the aims of the high school.  Hopefully my sister Luna can be the Vice Principal.  That would be great and she agrees with me so over the years in our training that has been our goal, to run a school together.  Right now she is complaining to me about her day at another school and the antics of the elementary kids.

“Well kids will be kids,” I giggled into the phone while relaxing on the couch and the phone in my lap.

“…”

“Oh, Luna you know sometimes they can’t help themselves.  I think this is doing good for you, it will increase your patience and understanding.”  I almost couldn’t contain my mirth upon the picture of Luna trying to “talk” with five-year-olds.  Yeah, it almost never works.  The older kids maybe, but those young ones, never.

“…”

“Lulu, try to think like a mother or an Aunt would, not as a leader.  Take a few breaths, calm yourself down, and then speak gently as a mother would to her own child.  Do that and I can guarantee that you will get farther with the kids alright?”  I smiled as she was actually starting to take some of my advice.  I had to deal with them years ago when I was principal of the elementary school before going up to junior high.  I love my sister to death, but sometimes she’s just too uptight and strict and needs to loosen up.  Think more like a mother or an Aunt.  We could live together sure, but we found out that, even though we love each other as sisters should, it’s best to live separately.

Suddenly there was a frantic knocking on the front door.

“Hold on Lulu there’s someone at the door,” I said then put the phone down leaving it off the hook, and got up.  Looking through the peephole of the door I was shocked to see who it was.  ‘What’s she doing here?’ I thought and quickly opened the door ushering her inside.  “What’re you doing here?” I said quickly shutting and locking the door.  The woman in front of me wore a thick, long, overcoat that hid her features, but I knew who she was.  She didn’t belong here an…

She brought out a small child from under the coat and handed it to me.  As I looked at the child I could tell that it was a boy of almost two with bright blue eyes and long blond hair.  He would grow up really handsome I could tell.  As I was looking at the boy I was also listening to her tale and I was, again, blown away.  Not only by the events that she described, and calling this child her son, but wanting me to raise him.  Initially, I declined, but she was adamant about it saying that only my sister and I could raise him.  That it might mean his death if he ever came home.

I looked down at the sleeping child in my arms and my heart wept for him.  However, what clinched it for me was the pleading look in his mother’s eyes.  Especially after telling me what happened, so what could I do but agree?  She hugged me tight and asked for a few last minutes with her son.  I just smiled and lead her to the recliner where she held her son in her arms and sang a beautiful soft lullaby.  In that lullaby was all her love and also her sadness for saying goodbye.

While she was singing to her son, now my adopted son, I picked up the phone again, “Sister?”

“…”

“Yeah I need you over here asap, there’s been a development,” I said to her then hung up once Lulu agreed to meet me.  As I watched mother and son my heart wept for them and I could almost feel her pain.  She didn’t want to leave him like this, but she didn’t have any choice.  And I could see that.  I wept as well and when her song was over she got up and handed her over.  She leaned down and gave one last long kiss to her son.

Then left. She had to because if she didn’t right then, then she never would.

I looked down at the sleeping boy in my arms and whispered, “Welcome home Fred Justice.  I promise to do my best.”  With Luna on the way, I went back to the couch and sat down with the child in my arms.

Soon Luna came in, for she had her own key, and walked up to me on the couch then stopped seeing the child in my arms.  I then told her what happened while she sat next to me looking at the child.  ‘I think that this will do us both a lot of good,’ I thought and handed the child over to my sister.  I tried not to giggle upon seeing the look on my sister’s face.  She looked like a monkey trying to solve a math problem.

We both vowed to do our best to raise him.  And that was how Fred Justice came into our lives, but the reason and the mystery would remain a secret.  Until about seventeen years later when he was in the same high school that I was Principal at and Luna was the Vice-Principal.  Canterlot High School.