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// Chapter 1 
// Story: The True Story of Vanilla Beam 
// by VanillaBeam 
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Chapter 1


My days began, well, on the day I came to this world. My parents gave me the name Vanilla Beam, and I cherish that name, and will do so til the day I pass on to the ether. I pretty much lived the life of any normal pony. I lived in Baltimare with my mother and father. I never got to know their real names, I wanted to, but I really didn't need to. So, I always called them "Mom" and "Pop".

We lived together in Baltimare for nine years. I really couldn't make much friends, I seemed "weird" to the other colts and ponies in my school. I could only seem to have a fine relationship between my parents and myself. They were always there to listen to my problems if I had any, comfort me if I needed it, and give me some helpful advice to help my days.

They always asked me one thing everyday before I went out to school, "Do you remember the three things you need for the day?" And I would always say. "Yep." They would ask me what they were, and I'd say, "My head, my heart, and my spirit." They'd tell me that was correct, each give me a kiss, and send me off. I loved them so much, and I still do to this day.

One day however, changed a lot.

As I trotted home from school, I noticed a small gathering around the block. They seemed to be gathered near my house, but I wasn't sure why they would be at my house, no one ever comes over. As I rounded the corner, and drew near to my house.......... my heart became a cynder block, and dropped to my stomach.

There was fire practicly raining from the sky, I could already feel some of the heat it burned a little, I was in a big daze of confusion, I stood there, frantically looking around. "MOM? POP? WHERE ARE YOU?" I ran around like a madcolt, calling out their names. One adult noticed me running around, and stopped me in my tracks. HE was the cheif of police of all stallions, so I knew I could trust what he had to ask me.

He sighed and gave me a look of sadness and sympathy, I could tell something was terribly wrong "Do you live here son?" he asked me.

I was at the brink of crying "Y-Yes sir. Where are my mom and pop? I need to see them. I need to tell them about our house." I replied.

"Son........ I have some terrible news to tell you. This fire was possibly started by a tipped over candle, but we aren't sure yet. Someone called the fire department from across the street, when they got here, the fire already took over the entire inside of your house."

I could only sit there and cry, "Where is my family? Where's my parents?"

I found out that they didn't make it out. They went up in the flames just like my belongings, my memories, and the only place I could have a santuary. Now, I had nothing. I was completely alone in the world. I ran away from the scene, I couldn't stay there anymore. I hid in a dark alley and cried my poor little heart out. But this time, there was no one I could go to to comfort me, and tell me it was going to be fine.

'I was alone, and things were not going to be fine' is what I was thinking in that time. After two days, I couldn't bear to live there anymore. The memories were getting to painful for me to bear. So I stowed away on a train, and headed for a new place I could call home. That is the place, where I live now.