I was never good with naming, evidently neither were my parents. They named me after a zodiac sign. Maybe something to laugh at after all I've done over the years. I'm sorry I never properly introduced myself; I am Gemini, the son, and first child of king Darkrend, and queen Solaria. They were the rulers of Equestria, during the "early" stages of my life. Wouldn't this make me a prince? Well I was, but that was a long, long time ago. You will learn more about me as me as my story continues; I only wish I could get this damned spell check to work so I could do this properly, everyone hates bad engrish. Well, as far as the story, we'll start at the very beginning. I didn't have a developed memory at this time so I'll be using my father's. I hope you enjoy what I'm doing for you, pulling memories from a corpse isn't easy you know.

A servant pony burst into to my parent’s room and yelled out "Lord Darkrend, the queen has gone into labor! You must hurry!" At this my father stood up from his cushion and ran off with the servant. Then a thought escaped his thick skull and he decided to teleport. Teleportation is not what you would think, you don't just go "poof" and end up where you wanted. To describe things to you simply I'll put things in a more understandable form, Imagine some colt on acid sprinting through a tunnel. Now imagine what he sees, the inside of a colorful and, constantly twisting tube. That’s what teleportation is like.

Afterwards he was in the "hospital" wing. It was really just a cushion, some hot water, and a bunch of nagging old prunes telling my mom to "push" these ponies were also known as doctors. My dad then sighed, thanked them, and then used magic to pull me out. This also why I'm afraid of vaginas, not just how I was born, never the less it was disgusting. The doctor was first to speak,

"It's a filly!" This one bit really pissed me off. Darkrend then took a look at me; I had piercing green eyes, a dark gray coat, and a red mane, as well as green tipped wings. Then my dad took a "second look", he then replied "no, hold on a minute it’s a colt". "You sure about that? I can't see anything" " no doctor whooves it’s there, you just have to look" "now i see it". The next words came from my mother, "This is perhaps the most awkward conversation I have ever had". At this all three of them burst out laughing, this was a different story than what I was told, not the first time this happened. Surprisingly I stayed silent through the whole time. At the time I was watching a fireball, which I had made myself. This surprised them when they turned to look at me. I know that Alicorns are magical by nature, but this type of magic was rare, and very dangerous. It was known as destruction. It is one of the “less practiced forms” of magic, the others being restoration, conjuration, alteration, illusion, and I guess you could count necromancy. The exact reason why it isn’t generally practiced is simple, as it title insinuates no good ever comes from it, it only destroys. Darkrend and Solaria then gave me a nervous look, and at that moment they knew that was going to be trouble. Even more so when I fired and blew a hole in the roof. The charred debris fell to the ground. I then realized why my parents always kept an eye on me over the years, when I began to hear the elated foal’s laughter. This almost scared me, five minutes old and already a pyromaniac.

Well, now you know a bit about me. Destructive by nature, and suffering from insanity at birth. Well it wasn’t really suffering, fact being I seemed to enjoy every minute of it. Now, shall we see what happens when a two month old foal plays with the powers of destruction?

From my father’s memory it was a beautiful, cool night. I was alone in a crib, if you could call it that, more of a lightly enchanted prison designed to absorb weak magic attacks, and to prevent all conjuration. Evidently I was curious, and wanted to explore. I tried using a steady flame on it, blast of electricity, and a stream of frost by the sound of it. Those, by the way are the elements of destruction. My father then at a slow trot came into the room. After that I was pretty drained, so I decided to try all three elements at once, big mistake. I aimed at the cribs bars, unpredictably the elements seemed to react to each other. It sent out a pulse that broke a large chunk out of the crib wall, as well as to throw me into the opposite side. It also made a very, very loud noise. After all it was an explosion, even if a controlled one. The blast knocked me out from a mix of pushing myself to hard, and blowing myself up. My father then rushed to pick me up. If any good came out of that it was most likely getting to sleep in a warmer bed next to my mother and father. Sadly much more came out of this. I would revisit this form of destruction magic one day, and it would be the day I lost my parents when they were still alive, the day thousands of innocent ponies would die. The day I will always regret.

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