The story of Coke Pony; Prologue.

It was a long time ago.

Too many years to count. I was one of the first, I believe.

Its hard to remember when I got my first shell. It was old and green tinted. Don't remember where it is now. Right now, I’m hiding.

It was at least one-hundred years ago, when I first came to be. Some stallion by the name of John or whatnot invented me in his lab, the Griffon Drug and Chemical company, he didn't know valuable I would become.

Of course, it wasn’t until that unicorn came along and changed us all. It was weird. One moment I was nothing. The next, I was something.

Alive.

All I knew was that I knew nothing.

It wasn't until long they learned of my success. All across the world I was wanted. They wanted me.

I was taken under claim; branded a product.

An object.

They didn't understand what I was.

They sold what I was made of. They drank it no end. I was sick.

We don’t live forever. We are not immortal.

We go flat, we ill.

We empty, we die.

I was used for money.

But how much did I get?

Not even a single bit.

Then they started to hoof out these tickets. It entitled them to a free glass of, well, me.

Soon enough millions of ponies came and tried it. They too, loved it. I started to become more popular than the others, such as Root Beer, or Dr. Pepper.

I didn't even know I would become this popular.

Next thing I know, I was sold to a new owner.

I was treated as nothing, they didn't care about me.

They cared about profit.

I was labeled most valuable brand.

Not pony, but brand.

At the end of the day they would just throw me into the fridge.

Don’t get me wrong, it was nice. It was cold.

I like the cold, by the way. I’m not sure If I’ve told you that before.

But it was empty. I had nothing to do but sleep, wake up, and repeat.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I ran away from where I was kept.

They owners went crazy. Their only mascot, their source was gone.

Only one of me can be alive, for no more unicorns with the power to give life exist, or at least, that I know of.

But as of now, I’m here. I’ve been hiding off in the coldest parts of Equestria, places where nopony would find me.

They want me, though.

Not for me, but for the company. So much in fact they want to drain me, give me new life with a new mind. In a mind where being treated as an object is the way life, and thats the normal. One where I would have no recollection of what happened in my past.

I can’t let that happen.

I need to show them that I’m more than just an object.

I need to show them that I am alive.

That I too, can live.

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