When he was a colt, he was raised in a small hamlet between Ponyville and a neighboring town called Appelachia, Hooverston. A small, steppe town, it was inhabited by ponies who survived through means of cactus juice and cactus fruit. They traded with Appelachia, the Buffalo, and Ponyville to withstand the harsh conditions of the brutal sandstorms, the dust devils, bandits and the dangerous creatures that lurked about. Because of the town’s tradition, Hooverston’s residents elect a sheriff to be the pony, which protects and leads. The colt’s father, Dusty Oak, was that sheriff. Gray coated, he had gray eyes and a silver mane with a scar on his left eye. His skin was thicker than most ponies in Hooverston. The colt’s mother, Aquedea, was a foreign Pegasus who came to Hooverston with Dusty Oak. Her mane was a very light brown color while her eyes had a bright yellow that resembled gold. When the two got married, they knew each other since the town could remember. While the details are not known, the town thought that they met during Dusty's leave to an academy. Either way, Aquedea gave birth to the colt a year after their marriage.
It was a cooler day than usual. Even though it was winter, there wasn’t a single snowflake present in the town. But judging from the awe and joy spreading around the town, there might as well have been several feet on the dirt roads. News of the colt’s birth reached many of the townsfolk. Blue coated with eyes of golden yellow and mane of a darker blue, the infant was healthy as can be. There was something unusual though, for the baby foal was an alicorn. Aquedea was surprised to see her baby as an alicorn but that he was healthy. Dusty reaction was just about the same. They both were inside the hospital, admiring the little colt. “He’s got your eyes,” said Dusty.
“Si, and his kicks were muy fuerte when he was in my belly,” said Aquedea.
“Come again?”
“Strong, dear. Have you really paid attention in your Spanish class?”
“Well, you see, it’s hard to pay attention to the class when the teacher doesn’t speak any Equestrian.”
Aquedea just shook her head. As the doctor approached the parents, the baby frowned at the doctor and kicked at him. The doctor stumbled slightly, making the alicorn miss. He kept kicking his legs, trying to reach the doctor. The doctor stared at the child curiously from a safe distance away from the infant’s legs. Aquedea and Dusty just laughed. “So I assume you both have a name for the baby?” asked the doctor.
The arlicorn stopped kicking at the doctor and yawned. Dusty picked up the baby from Aquedea and cradled the little one in his arms.
“Yes doctor,” said Dusty without a doubt. Dusty felt a special presence within the alicorn. There was something more to his son than he knew at the moment.
“Thundershield.”