The night of June 6, 1994 had proven to be a stormy one. The weather over Everfree Forest had gotten out of control, and the weather pegasi could do nothing about it. Instead, they encouraged ponies to get out of the town and surrounding areas.
On a farm not too far from Ponyville, a young colt looked up at the sky. He was about a month from being 6 years old.
“Something big’s a-happenin’ tonight.” He began to trot back to the house, passing several panicking ponies, running out of Ponyville. Rumor had it that the storm’s effects were already being felt in Ponyville already.
As he entered the house, he encountered his little sister. The little filly was trembling under the dining table. “Hey, sis.” The little filly looked up at her big brother. Smiling slightly, she came out from under the table. She was orange, unlike her brother, but she shared the same golden yellow hair.
“Hey Mac. Big storm, huh?”
“Eeyup. Apparently it’s being felt in Ponyville, and it’ll be in Fillydelphia by midnight. It’ll reach Manehattan not too long after, but it’ll be weak by the time it gets there.”
“What about Canterlot?”
“It might reach there, too.”
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In Cloudsdale, a light blue Pegasus filly cradled her Wonderbolt doll as her mother tucked her in. “You okay, Dash?”
The filly nodded.
“How about your Wonderbolt?”
“Mom, it’s James! He’s not afraid of anything!” Rainbow Dash had recently gone to a Wonderbolts fan event. Though they hadn’t done any stunts, she had gotten to meet one. His name was… James… she couldn’t remember his last name. Not that this had bothered the young filly- he wasn’t bothered by her being where she wasn’t supposed to be, and instead gave her his address- he had to rush back home.
Sure enough, when Rainbow Dash wrote to him, he wrote back. She had gotten his message just that morning, and had stowed that under her pillow.
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The storm did indeed reach Fillydelphia by midnight, but it stretched to Manehattan about 20 minutes later. The pregnant Unicorn bolted up. “He’s coming.” Quickly, she buzzed for the doctor.
Frank Stablehaus (pronounced Stablehouse) was born at 1:43, on June 7, 1994 in Manehattan Hospital.
When the doctors took him and began cleaning him, one noticed something… peculiar about his side. “Hey, Dom!”
“Yeah?” Dr. Dominic looked up from the paperwork he was filling out from Frank’s birth.
“Could’ya come here? I want to make sure I’m not dreaming.”
Dom got up. He had just put down that Frank was a Unicorn. As the other doctor pointed what she noticed, his eyes widened. “But that’s impossible…”
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The note was sent from Dom himself. The assistant thought that waking up Princess Celestia was not a great idea, but it was what she had told her to do.
Celestia groggily walked out of her bedchamber. When she read the note, however, her eyes widened to the size of saucers. “For over 1000 years… and only the third ever…”
Frank was neither Unicorn nor Pegasus.
He was both.