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// Prologue 
// Story: Saving Whitespot 
// by ACPictures 
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Not every day is an ordinary day. Some days are exciting, boring, or tragic. It doesn’t mean it impacts your life. Life leads you to a new goal, something more special than ever before. You may be lucky or unlucky, but there’s more to it than fortune.
 
It is an ordinary life to live in an average cottage in Ponyville. It is a beautiful summer morning without care. A young, blue pegasus filly is walking down the hallway. Her name is Little Spot. She has a white mark on her forehead. She has a golden orange mane with light yellow stripes, so does her tail. Her eyes are purple. She wears a pretty silver necklace around her neck. It is shaped like a pair of wings spread outward. It was a gift from her mother, and her mother before her, and her mother before her.

When Little Spot is about to enter the kitchen, she sees her mother preparing breakfast. She bypasses her. As she continues to walk through the hallway, she notices a door is ajar. She enters a darkened room. The lights dim. She is in awe of what she sees.

The room is full of trophies, medals, awards, and picture frames of her mother. Her mother was an acrobat. Little Spot looks either surprised or jealous due to her mother’s fame. She looked at the picture frame of her mother when she was her age. Her mother looks exactly her Little Spot, only prettier and more proud. She noticed that she has a bandage or wraps around her torso.

Little Spot is curious to know what happened to her mom. Her mother is standing behind her. 

“I see that you are wondering about my stuff.”

Little Spot is startled when she hears her mother’s voice. She looks back and blushes with embarrassment.

“Mother, I didn’t mean to enter this room. Are you mad?”

“No, darling,” said her mother, “These recognitions are just my reminders that I earned my keep and --”

Then her mother notices a picture frame on top of the shelf. She is completely stunned to see a picture frame of her earliest memory: Before her recognitions, before her current life and family, and before her losses…

“Mother, what is it?”

Whitespot’s earliest childhood story begins...