Black Flame packed up his saddle bag and trotted away. He had packed a map, a few clothes (his only clothes) some herbs, and a highlighter. He was ready to journey, ready to... explore! He put his bag on, took all his money and ran to a nearby mountain. He climbed on top of it, setting up camp. It was very dark, and Ponyville was asleep. He soon laid his head down and slept. He had the same dream, but this time, his two sisters and his brother were on the thrones. His mother and father flew in the sky, angelic like.
"Come, dear. We want you..." they chanted, everypony chanted.
He tried to come, but he was stuck. He yelled, but fell off the cliff.
His mother caught him. "You'll always stay with me, baby," she promised. But Black Flame was turned to smoke in a purple flash.
"HELP! HELP ME, SOMEPONY PWWwwwlll...." he said, sounding as if he were drowning.
"Brother, fear me not. You will soon receive your wings as I did. Trust Mother not..." a blue alicorn colt spoke before Black flame interrupted him.
"WWWHHHERRE AM IIII?!" he yelled, which he didn't mean to do.
"Find our sisters," The blue alicorn said.
"But, I'm an only child..." Flame explained, failing.
"No your not, young brother," he said, his voice angelic.
He awoke