//------------------------------// // Chapter 1: Prologue: Creativity starts with One... // Story: Creativity can be Delightful. // by Creative Delight //------------------------------// Chapter 1: Prologue: Creativity starts with one... I was looking out the window from the hospital bed. Looking out to see the sunrise, I always loved how the sun shines, just taking away all the darkness. Not that I hated the night. No, it was only the darkness and loneliness that came with it. I was sitting there thinking of how long I have been here, trying to get that help they say I need, saying ‘they are trying to fix me’ and all, but I am just too broken. I can thank my so-called family for that one. I am what you would call a particular case. I was not like everyone else. My father is a military man, so everything needs to go after him, so he has always been after me, beating me too when things did not go his way. My mother was not any better. I mean, what mother would just stand there looking at their kid, getting beaten while looking disappointed at me as if I did anything wrong. Like my sister, she was the star of the family. She has everything, but she still needs to bully me, take my things, and blame things on me. She is not even in the military. And my father is okay with that, but I have to listen to what he says. I just don’t want to, I just wish to use my head to fantasize, and make stories, but my family has ruined that. Well, they were not the only ones, though. No, the kids also bullied me in all the schools I went to, be it just random kids with problems or my sister’s friends. They both took my stuff, broke them, threw them away, or just embarrassed me. The teachers were no help either. Well, at least my family can’t touch me here, or to be more specific, my father can’t touch me here. After I had enough, I went to get help, my father was arrested, and my mother and sister were playing the victim card, saying they were scared. And Many other lies. That also got me into this place like a crazy person. Maybe I am. After all this reminiscent of why I am here, I forgot to tell you who I am. So rude of me even though I don’t want the name anymore. My name is Michael Jones, and I am 21 years old human male. My thought was interrupted by the door opening. I turned my head to face it and saw a nurse enter the room. I smiled at her. She was the nurse I talked to the most. She was nice to talk to and to listen to. She was your average nurse, so not much there. My thought was again interrupted. This time it was because the nurse spoke to me. “Hello Michael, how are you today?” she said with a calm tone.  “I could be better,” I said with a sad tone.  She still smiled at me “still having nightmares?” she asked. I just nodded.  “Well, it is time for your medication, and then you need to get some sleep. So even though it has not been long since the sun has just risen, it is still better to get some sleep when you have taken your medicine,” the nurse said to me.  So I took my medicine and slowly drifted off to sleep, to dream about the thing I loved the most. some hours later … I woke later that night after having a nightmare again. I could tell you what it was about, but I can’t remember them. Weird as I remember most of my dreams, but the nightmare constantly changes, and I can never remember them, only fear them and wake up to them. So even if I try to talk about them, it is as if I never had a nightmare but I did. I can feel the fear, the shock, and the things that nightmares do, but I can never remember what happened in them. The only thing I remember is the dream I had before the nightmares.  Since I had a nightmare, I could not get back to sleep. I looked out the window and saw the full moon shining so beautifully in the night sky ‘maybe some fresh air can help me, get my mind straight’ i thought to myself as I reached for the button to call a nurse in. I waited a little bit, then heard the door open, and a nurse came into the room. She looked at me and smiled, though I could tell she was a little tired.  “C-can I go outside and get some fresh air?” I asked her though I was a little nervous.   “Of course, you can,” the nurse answered.  “but it is a little cold outside,” the nurse said. I just nodded at her response. I went outside and found a bench. The hospital I was in was a little high up on a hill to look over the city below, but today the moon just seemed extra bright, so I looked up at the moon. And I wished, I wished the thing I have wished for most of my life. Stepping over to the railing, I looked at the moon and wished aloud.  “I wish I could have a better life, a life where I could truly be myself, be free, be who I was meant to be, and get back what I lost,” I said to no one else but myself. After a little while, I turned around and walked back to the hospital, but not before I saw this strange light. I looked at the light, and It looked weird. I was puzzled by the peculiar light. It was mesmerizing like it was calling me, or more like it, meant something, but before I could realize what I was looking at, it was too late. Something hit me, and it hit me hard. I have never felt this much pain in my life. It was hard to focus, but as I was thrown off the cliffside, I could only remember that light, as I was slowly losing consciousness, and then nothing but darkness and unconscious I was. Equus: Equestria: Canterlot Castle: 05/08/980:CE. Celestia was standing on the balcony looking op at the moon. She knew she should have been in bed hours ago, but today was a special day. It was her sister’s birthday. “oh dear sister, I wish you were here by my side. I miss you so much," she said, tears in her eyes "happy birthday, sister,” said the solar princess with much sadness in her voice.  She has wished for many moons that her sister was here with her. That they could be a family again. “It saddens me much that I had to banish the only family I had left. I wish so much I could get that family back” she sighed, and then she heard a noise behind her. The alicorn turned around in shock as she heard something fall behind her, but what she saw was just a book lying on the floor of her room. Puzzled by this, the princess approaches the book lifting it with her magic.  She looks at the book, reading the title, ‘Creativity starts with one…’. It was hard for her to read it out, as it looked old and faded.  "Creativity starts with one... What?” she mused, still puzzled by this mysterious book. She could not sense any magic from it, so she deemed it safe to read.  She opened the book, wanting to try and read what was inside, but as she did so, a spark of magic and a white light engulfed her. Screaming in shock, the alicorn princess of the sun fell unconscious but before that. She heard a voice echo in her head. “with” was the last thing she heard as darkness overtook her.