Usually being different in Equestria meant next to nothing, Ponies were accepting of you no matter what. Thanks to Princess Twilight Sparkle. Being the Princess of Friendship she saw that being different sometimes hindered friendship, so she went across Equestria determined to change just that. Within little less than a year she had managed to create a new era in Equestria where friendship and love reigned and Ponies accepted anypony. However some older towns and villages were slow to accept this new era and one of those villages I called my home.
Split Horseshoe was the name of the town named so because our village was one of the top producers of horseshoes. Also because of the Silver Tail River that ran through most of eastern Equestria split in half when it met the village. The Princess had visited here to spread her news, but it had been slow to take in. Most of the families that lived here had lived here since the early reign of the ruling Princesses. So needless to say it shouldn’t have been a surprise to the Princess the village people weren’t ready to accept her news. A month she stayed in the village and it was there my life changed for the better.
You see I am a half-breed Pony. My father was a Pony raised Dragon and my mother is a Pony who he had grown up alongside. Both had grown up in Split Horseshoe, my mother being the daughter of a well-known blacksmith and my father being the ‘pet’ of a local rich family. My mother was in her third year of elementary school when she met my father. His masters had forbidden him from getting a proper education, but when they had been paid a visit by Princess Celestia herself. After that they had hesitantly allowed him to get an education. There most of the fillies and colts loved him because he was something different, but he was teased endlessly by his master’s children.
That was where my mother stepped in to save him. Standing up against the spoiled colt and filly she sent them running away in fear. Only in fear because everypony knew her family was skilled in fire magic. Being a unicorn she knew just about any elemental magic there was. So it really wasn’t a surprise my mother hit it off with my father.
It soon became apparent my father didn’t have very good writing or reading skills because he was falling back in classes and getting bad grades. After about two weeks of knowing my mother he had told her he didn’t know how to read and because of that he was terrible at writing. My mother had just shrugged and begun tutoring him in writing and teaching him how to read.
As the years passed they grew closer and closer until it was common place to see them together. My mother’s parents didn’t mind it in the slightest, they were happy she was making different friends. However my father’s masters weren’t too thrilled about this, their ‘pet’ making friends with the village folk when he should be attending to their every need and want.
In high school it all came to a boiling point. For weeks at a time he would come to school with cuts, bruises, black eyes, and scales missing from his body. This was also the time his wings began to develop fully and it wasn’t uncommon to see holes in his wings or nasty scrapes along the sides. My mother tried to ask what was wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her. However one day at the beginning of their third year he had a full scale panic attack upon seeing a stallion teacher that resembled his master.
He had torn the room apart and would have injured a student if my mother hadn’t calmed him down. When he was calm enough my mother walked him to the nurse’s room where along the way he told my mother something that had infuriated her. He was being abused by his master and his master’s wife. He had told her that two days before third year started he had been tied down and raped by his master.
I cannot describe it here, but my mother was furious beyond words. That night she had gone with my father to his ‘home’ where she confronted his abusers and rapist. The final straw that made my mother snap was his master didn’t show any remorse for what he had done.
From the stories my mother had told me was that she had burned the mansion to the ground after my father had evacuated the maids and butlers. My father’s abusers and their two children just barely managed to escape before the officials arrived. Soon enough his former master and his family lost all their money, land, and investments. His children were sent to foster homes and he and his wife were thrown in jail. There on trial several maids and butlers had admitted to being sexually assaulted and raped by my father’s former masters.
Then on the day my father and mother began dating his former masters were given the death penalty. Soon after that his master and his master’s wife were killed by firing squad. As morbid as it sounds this had marked a new day for my parents. My father’s scars became a thing of the past, with help from my mother, and he had rose to the top of his class. Then soon after graduation my father proposed to my mother.
Then within a few years my brother and I were born.
When Princess Twilight Sparkle visited the village she was surprised to see a dragon living alongside the Ponies and with half-dragon children of his own. While the village still had some old residents and old ties, some families accepted her news and promised to live by them on their own terms. New different types of families came into the village and soon the economy in the village was booming.