Disclaimer:

I do not own ponies, My Little Pony, My Little Pony: Friendship is magic is owned by Studio B Productions, Hasbro, The Hub, Lauren Faust and anyone else who I forgot to mention, I am super duper ooper sorry for any inconveniences caused.

Also… Everything in this story is falsified. Nothing is true (Mostly regarding the letter he gets in the first part.

Now… ON WITH THE STORY!!!

Part 1:

I have dreams, strange dreams, they're pretty regular, only I've noticed something off about them, whenever I am about to wake up I see one of 3 little horses, playing an instrument. Whether I am walking in a subway, passing a forest, going through a concerto hall, or passing a rave party. Those three horses are there, playing their instruments. There is a green one, a gray one, and a white one, but I never get more then that, I am always waking up.

Steven Greys was a strange 16-year-old; he was lonely, quiet, and the main target for harassment at school. His mother was a doctor, supporting him while his father was away in the army. It had always pained him when his father left the house to go fight, but it had to be done. Steven would always sit away from people to eat, but that would never work. Stacy and his gang of two hooligans would always, ALWAYS find him.

“Look it’s mister lonely!” Called Stacy whilst I was sitting at a table, by myself. I just looked away, I’ve had enough of him already, and it was only the second week back, “What? You to weak to do anything about it?” I stayed silent, but it was true, I was a weakling, a sand wall compared to a brick wall. “Aww, Mister Lonely is lonely!” He walked up to me laughing, “Hey buddy! Whatcha eating?” It wasn’t much, just a vegemite sandwich, and I hadn’t even started it. I stayed quiet. “Hmmp, not answering? Well I know how to find out!” He then grabbed half my sandwich and shoved it in his mouth; he was taking my only lunch. “Mmm! Tastes like vegemite, I think I’ll take the second half as well!” He took the other half and shoved it in, chewing loudly. “MM-mmm, Com-pli-ments to zee chef!” He said in a bad French accent, I was still silent, seconds past, “Hey, bozo! Are you deaf?” He asked mockingly. No I wasn’t, but I wish I were, “I said compliments to the chef!”

“Thnkyu…” I mumbled under my breath.

“What? What was that?” He said cupping his ear.

“Thank you…” I said louder.

“I can’t hear you!!” he sang, earning a chuckle from his gang.

I had enough I stood up from my chair and yelled, “THANK YOU, YOU ASS! LEAVE ME ALONE!” I exploded, but this was different explosion, I felt strange, like I was powered up or something, I had never felt it before, but I couldn’t feel it long because…

“DON’T YELL AT ME!” He then punched me in the gut. I clenched where he hit with my arms, and hunched over, he grabbed my hair, and pulled my face up to look at him, “I was mealy giving my compliments, gees!” He smacked my head down and I fell to the floor and cried in pain, he put one foot on my back and knelt down to me and said, “Or didn’t you make it?” I just shut my eyes, and kept quiet, wishing this to be over, and then the bell rang.

Thank god, saved by the bell.

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School had finished and I caught the bus home, but when I made it home… It… It was just terrible, I saw my mother, she was crying, and holding a yellow letter. I knew what this meant, but I didn’t want to believe it. I walked up to mum and she looked at me, her eyes were puffy and red as if she had been crying for a while, she motioned for me to sit down next to her, she hugged me then she showed me the letter.

Army KIA Notice

Date: Friday, 5th November 2010

Recipient: Doctor Alexandra Jess Greys, PhD

From: Colonel James Sanders, Australian Defense Minister

Subject: Sargent David ‘Shadow’ Greys (KIA)

Dr. Greys, we regret to inform you of the tragedy that occurred at 2000 hours last night.

During an assault against the enemy, your husband, Sargent David Greys was Killed In Action. Our medics did the best they could to revive him, unfortunately he was too gravely wounded, he did not make it. We extend out greatest apology to you and your family; your husband died a great man. His funeral will be held tomorrow at the ANZAC Memorial Cemetery at 1200 hours.

Lest we forget,

Colonel J. Sanders, ADM

‘no… No… NO!!! I thought, DAD NO! NO!!’ I looked at mum and started crying, she held me and we cried together. My father was never to return and she would never see her husband again.

Please come back home dad.

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The next morning was the funeral and my family was there, uncle, aunty, grandpa and grandma all turned up to see the burial of my father. I looked into the hole as my father’s coffin was being lowered; I threw my rose in and wished him safe travels into the after life. My mother stood next to the hole as she grabbed the golden band on her finger and held it in her hand, she grabbed my hand and put it on top of hers, she looked at me and nodded, she swung her hand and dropped the ring into the hole. It landed with a ping. “Until death do us part,” she muttered with a tear trickling down her eye. The priest said a prayer ending with “Amen,” then said, “Lest we forget,” to which everyone replied, “Lest we forget.” When the priest finished his speech a line of soldiers fired off a 21-gun salute.

Lest we forget.

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Next was the will reading because my father’s possessions had to be given out. Not a lot of people turned up to the reading, but dad never had much to begin with. My uncle received his watch, “To My brother-in-law Jason, I know you have been eyeing my watch a lot, so I give this to you, keep it clean… It was expensive.” My cousin’s family got lucky, “To my brother, I don’t have much, but I give you and your family $1000 dollars, treat it well, and spend it in good health, and make sure that little Dave gets a share as well. To my best friend, greatest ally, and brother-from-another-mother Daniel, I give you the thing you wanted a long time ago, though it might not be much now, but you said that I would give this to you anyway, my first 15 watt amp for my electric guitar, treat it well buddy.” Next was an army soldier I didn’t recognize, “I once heard someone say that a soldier has two families; the one you raise, and the one you raise hell with, to my brother-in-arms Magnet, I know it’s not much, but It would make me proud, and I would be honored if you had my combat knife and my shades.” The soldier went forward and collected his new possessions. The will reader then looked at the will funny and looked towards us and said, “The will says that everyone but his wife and child to leave, including the will reader.” With that everyone left, the reader gave us the paper and left the room, I sat next to my mum and read to note along with her.

…arling wife and my precious child, everyone else please leave including the will reader. ~David

To my wife, my dear Alexandra, I give you a 12-carat diamond ring I have been saving up for since I was 12. Though it’s not here at the moment, it’s in the box in the attic marked ‘Army Possessions’ inside a small felt box. And to my dear son, my only Steven, I give you 4 things, my bikers over coat and my abacus necklace passed to me by my father. I will also give you Gilda, my first electric guitar (help yourself to the equipment too) she resides in my study, she is a black Fender Squire Affinity series, and she is around my desk, somewhere… And my last gift to you, the thing I have only told 4 individuals so far, my real name, you were named after me, my son, my given name was Steven. Your mother, Daniel, my brother and my first love are the only ones that know. If you want you can stay just Steven, or be named Steven Greys Junior. The choice is yours, my son.

~Steven Greys Senior

Mum and I went home afterwards, we both went upstairs and mum went into the attic and I went to dad’s study, I went over to his desk and searched for Gilda, sooner or later I found her in a guitar stand, leaning against the wall behind his chair. I picked up Gilda and put the strap over my head, and adjusted it. It felt heavy in my arms but felt right, just at the feet of the guitar stand there laid a medium sized box. I slung Gilda around my back to make free my hands. I opened the box and found a jack cord, a tuner and a box of picks. I found I small portable amp and I moved these items to my room, the amp was surprisingly heavy for it’s size but that was to be expected.

I picked up a random pick, it was a stylized pick, it was a clear yellowish orange plastic with random swirls of red and black, kind of like a tiger pattern.

I swung the guitar back around and held it normally. I held a random set of strings and strummed the guitar, Dad kept his guitar well tuned; I didn’t need to tune it today. I plugged the jacks into the guitar and amp and I played a little melody, and to tell you the truth, I was kinda good at it, like a natural. The melody started out slow, then got faster, to a normal-ish speed, I decided to make the notes higher, I played a volley of high notes then suddenly went low and slow again. I hit a few chords and let the last on drag out long I then hit a high note and dragged it down and abruptly ended. Playing felt… Cathartic…

Gilda is amazing.

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Monday came, I was still sad for my father, but I had to go to school, I packed all my books and homework and everything else, but my lunch. I wore my dad’s overcoat, it felt heavy and strange, like the guitar, but it felt right. Something felt different, I couldn’t point it out but it felt wonderful, I didn’t wear it normally I just had it over my shoulders with the top button done up.

Lunchtime, yay.

I sat in my usual place away from every thing, but I had no lunch to eat. I just laid my head on the table and waited for the imminent arrival of Stacy and his crew. Sure enough, “Hey! Bozo!” He called. I just turned my head the other way and stayed silent, “What, no lunch today?” I couldn’t care less for his annoying remarks, so I stayed quiet. “Helllllooo? Booozooo!” He sang again. He didn’t like being ignored so he hammered the table, “HEY! IM TALKING TO YOU!” He yelled.

“an’I’mnottalk’n’back…” I mumbled into the table.

“What?” He questioned.

“I’m not talking back.” I simply said. I couldn’t care less what he had to say next. He grabbed my hair and pulled it up to make me look at him, I kept a monotone face and sadness filled my expression.

“AH HA, MISTER LONELY HAS BEEN CRYING!!” He taunted, I just stared at him, then he said the unthinkable, “Why don’t you cry home to your daddy?” he smiled.

Something snapped, “what?” I said, “What did you say?” I saw red.

“I said, cry home to your daddy!” He taunted again, unaltered by my anger.

“I wish I could…” I said, waiting for a response.

“And whyyyyy’s that?” He mocked.

“CAUSE HE’S F*nope*ING DEAD!” I yelled in his face and that earned a few looks from other school kids. I felt that power again, I let it take over, my hand jabbed the soft muscle under his forearm, his grip went limp and his hand lost all function as I ducked out from under it and stood, the overcoat made a cool swishing sound and stayed on my shoulders. The look on his face told me he wasn’t expecting that.

“Wha-?” He said quizzically.

“He died on Friday,” I commented menacingly, interrupting him. He snapped out of his quizzical expression, and swung his good arm for a right hook, I dodged underneath it and chopped just above his elbow then ducked and jabbed under his armpit, and his entire arm went limp, “I BURIED HIM THE DAY AFTER, HE IS GONE NOW!” I smacked the lower part of his spine with my left hand, and jabbed the back of his neck with my right hand, “I WILL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN!” I then elbowed the area where his jugular resides, he fell on the floor and I stood over him. I looked at where his hooligans were but they weren’t there anymore, figures. I put my left foot on his back and knelt down to him, “Or did you already know?” I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to look at me he was… smiling?, “And by the way? My name is Steven. Greys. Junior.” I sharply spat out the last word as I smacked his head down, stood up, and left him there. Everyone that watched went up in cheer, this broke my mood as I looked around all the kids swam around me congratulating me on the triumph, everyone was smiling around me, at me, patting me on the back, high fiving me and laughing at Stacy, I realized what I did, and reveled in the moment. I was having so much fun, and then I felt someone tap my shoulder. Everyone quieted down as they looked at the people behind me, I turned and two uniformed police officers stood there, the one on the left spoke, “Mister Steven Greys?” he said.

“Yes?” I shyly said back.

“We need you to come with us.” The one on the right simply said, he put his hand on my shoulder then said, “It’s about your mother.”

Oh god no. Please god, no.

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NO! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPING AGAIN! My mind screamed. As I looked at my mother in the hospital bed a tear rolled down my cheek. The only thing that I could hear was the slow beeping sound and the breathing machine. “She was attacked at the super market, and was bashed half to death, I’m sorry.” The doctor said but I stayed silent, and looked at my mum, her eyes slowly opened. She was weak. I came closer to her and she looked upon me with a tear in her eye, she mumbled something, I went closer to her and she whispered in my ear, “Check… the attic… crate… code… 1996… meet princess… Luna… I… L-Lo…” A long sigh fell out of her mouth followed by a long beep, she was gone.

They both left me.

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“Are you alright Princess?” one of the royal guard pegasi asked.

“Yes, I’m fine, but while your there, fetch my sister please,” the princess of the moon said to the guard.

“At once your highness.” He bowed and left.

“Alexandra Greys, I hear your plea. Send him here.” She said with her eyes closed.

“You called for me sister?” Celestia walked through the door to her sister’s quarters.

“Do you know Alexandra or David Greys?” Luna asked her sister.

“Yes, I remember. Is there something wrong?” Celestia asked her sister.

A treacherous tear escaped Luna’s eye, “They’re gone.” She said forlornly, barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry Luna.” Celestia comforted her sister.

“David died a few days ago…” Luna began.

“I know… I felt it too.” Celestia said, and sat next to Luna on her bed. They just lay there for a while, until Luna broke the silence.

“She’s entrusted him in my care, but I’m not sure if I can take care of him.”

“I could though. Why don’t I be his ‘legal guardian’?”

“Yeah but, I don’t know, Alexandra entrusted him to me.”

“I know, but you could always give him to me, and I’ll take care of him, giving you some free time with him.”

Luna looked up at her sister and found her smiling at her, “I’d like that, I’d like that a lot.”

“So… How is he going to get here?” Celestia mused.

“Should I get your student to help?” Luna suggested, trying to keep the spite out of her features, but failing to do so.

“Now that’s an idea!” Celestia exclaimed, but then softened down and whispered into her frustrated sister, “But I think his new guardians should pick him up.”

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I was still at the hospital, waiting for my new guardians to pick me up, ‘was it going to be Uncle Rob? I’d sure love to live with my cuz… and those thousand dollars… Maybe Daniel? I would like to match Gilda to her first amp, that’d be great.’  A smile crept on my face as I thought about the possible outcomes to pass time.

I waited in the lobby as two strange people came in, a woman and a man and they looked normal, but felt different; something about them irked me to no end. The woman was tall and had a long styled multi-colored hair evenly split with lavender, purple, emerald and aqua colors, the hair was distracting but she was wearing a white robe of sorts, with suns on either side of her hips. The man wore what looked to be a suit, his hair was short but was colored strangely, it wasn’t full back but it was more of a navy-blue color. Now he had what looked to be two crescent moons at the end of his tux. “Hello we’re here for Steven. Is he here?” The woman asked the receptionist, the lady looked up and pointed to me. I stood up and made my way over to them, the receptionist handed the woman a piece of paper, “What’s this? Oh legal papers!” The woman placed the paper down and said, “My… Husband has the papers.” She said putting a small amount of emphasis on husband.

“Hmm? Oh right.” He reached into his tux and pulled out a similar piece of paper with writing on it, “Would this do?” he asked.

“Thank you Mister and Missus… Lunaris? Isn’t that?” The receptionist began to say, but the man cut her off.

“Latin for moon, yes it is.” He said proudly.

“Well alright then, Steven?” I looked up when I heard my name.

“These are my new parents?” I asked the receptionist.

“Yes, um… Have fun?” She was at a loss of words; she didn’t know what to really say in this situation anyway.

“I’ll make sure of it.” I said and turned to my new mum and dad, “You two look funny… Now that I got that off my chest let’s get home.”

They looked at each other and nodded, “Ok, but first let’s get to your house.” The man said.

“My house? Why?” I asked them.

“Umm…” The man didn’t know how to react.

“To get your things, of course!” The woman told me and left the room and the man followed her.

“Well, okay then…” I said and walked out the door after them.

There is something strange about these two.