Prologue

The Tail of How it all Began

Star Breeze nestled herself into the clouds to get herself comfortable. She stuffed part of the clouds under her neck to make a makeshift pillow. She then laid on her back facing up into the night sky. Star Breeze lifted one hoof above her and squinted one eye shut as she measured the distance between the stars using her hoof as a marker. Using this body part as a sort of measuring stick was somewhat difficult for her, largely because of the color of her hide and wings. She was an all black foal speckled with tiny white dots. Day or night, she looked almost exactly like the starry night above her. If it weren't for her multi-colored mane which shifted from yellow at the base, then red, then deep purple and ended in black (which basically simulated the setting of the sun) Star Breeze might actually look almost invisible if the starry night sky was the background. At least the tips of her hooves were white as well. That made a better contrast against the starry night sky.

Whether it was because she had the color of the sky, the color of her mane or simply her name, Star Breeze found she actually did have a fascination with the night stars. She loved how they sparkled and twinkled. She explored the night sky in other ways too, including a telescope. She could never get enough of it. Often, she liked to imagine that the stars were composed of specks of pure magic sparkling in the sky. That, perhaps more than anything else, was what gave the stars such an intense allure for her. It was an attractive idea for her that, by understanding and becoming one with the essence of the stars, she could also, accordingly, master magic itself as well. If one concept was tied to the other, she reasoned to herself, then by mastering one she could also master the other.

(Daddy should be home soon) Star Breeze thought to herself. (It's been awhile. A few days at least. I don't know. I lose track of time sometimes. Tonight it will be worth it. Tonight I'll get him to confess. Tonight he'll tell me everything on how he did it. How he managed to fly. Maybe, if I can learn how he did it, then I can learn how I can accomplish my own goals.)

Star Breeze grew a confident, even cocky, smirk. (My family laughs at the face of impossibility. Ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Take that, you lousy logic! Pow! Ka-pow! Right in the muzzle. That'll teach you not to tell me what I can and can't do.)

Star Breeze crossed her legs, bent at the knee, and dangled them a bit in a cozy, lazy manner. She hummed to herself somewhat to help occupy her mind. In truth, she was trying desperately not to get too impatient, but that's a hard lesson for any young foal. She then squinted irritably as she thought to herself, (Darn it, what's taking him so long?)

Further north, the moon's light peeked around a black cloud. Well, black, at least, from a night time perspective. When the light touched her face, it drew her attention up to it for a brief moment. There, unmistakably, was the light of the full moon with Nightmare Moon's shadowy face carved all over the side of it, just as it had always been for many centuries. For Star Breeze, it's the way it had always been her entire young life and, as such, she regarded it as downright normal. The only thing that made it look a little strange was her perspective in viewing it. Looking above her while facing upwards, it made the moon look upside down. If the moon was all one single light she wouldn't have noticed, but the face of Nightmare Moon seen upside down made the moon look a little strange. In fact it was so strange for her that she decided to roll over while keeping her deep violet rimmed eyes locked on the moon. Likewise it made the moon seem to reverse itself, now looking right-side up.

(That's better) she thought to herself, then gave an impatient sigh. (Cheese and biscuits, I hate waiting! I hate it! I hate it! Besides, why wonder when I can just ask him?)

Star Breeze sat up straight and closed her violet eyes. She concentrated for a moment then whispered out under her breath, “Father, where are you?” Right after saying that she felt the wind carry away her breath. Several moments passed when she felt the wind return, this time with a message of its own.

“Look behind you,” advised a familiar voice carried in the wind. She did. Looking behind her, she grinned as she saw a familiar vortex of wind spiraling towards her. Some nearby clouds got swept up in that vortex. In the eye of that storm a tiny figure emerged and gained more distinctive detail the closer he got. It was her father alright, a light-blue coated unicorn with a long white flowing mane. He flew at her with his cloak held spread apart from the inside using each of his hooves inserted into a groove on the inside of that cloak at four separate points. By putting his hooves in each of those points and forcefully spreading it apart, he effectively made a glider out of what was essentially a cloak made of clouds, although that cloud was magically condensed to become much more solid and permanent in form. When he flew near, he swooped up for a moment, so fast she lost visual track of him for three seconds before he descended like a meteor crashing down on the little island of clouds Star Breeze was on. After landing, an intense whoosh of wind blew past Star Breeze as it did in every direction around her father. Under the force of that explosion of wind, the cloud under his hooves spread apart, making it look like he landed in a small crater he just created. At first his gaze was directed downward as the cloak flew down and settled around him, then he glanced up and smiled fondly at his daughter with kind and gentle-looking yellow-rimmed eyes.

“Happy birthday, Star Breeze,” her father congratulated after he settled.

“Took you long enough,” Star Breeze complained with a pouty face. “Mother and I have been waiting all night.”

“I'm sorry,” her father apologized. “It wasn't my intention to annoy you. Tonight least of all. I'm here now. Let us commence with the festivities.”

“Now that's what I like to hear!” Star Breeze cheered. “Let's go!”

Her father trotted out of the cloudy crater that he had just created upon landing, except it seemed to regenerate back to normal after he trotted out of it. A subtle spiral of wind signaled the cause of that act, a byproduct of her father's magic. It was an act so easy for him his horn wasn't even glowing, or perhaps it was slightly, if viewed up very closely. The sight of this wasn't a mystery to Star Breeze. Most other ponies would be perplexed at this but it was just a normal night for her.

Instead of holding her attention on that, she happily pranced over to their home, which looked like a shack sticking out of the clouds. There was a lot hidden beneath that, however, since that shack was actually the top of an entire airship which was currently just parked since it was the off season. Unlike normal zeppelins, however, this airship was mostly made of clouds to hold it aloft but it had solid construction within it for the other passengers who were not pegasi.

Her father veered to his left so that his path line joined with hers along their way back to their home.

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“Mmm! That was delicious!” Star Breeze cheered happily as she settled her plate back on to the table.

“Glad you enjoyed it,” her mother happily responded as she collected the empty plate with a sweep of her brown ombre wing with black tips, a color scheme which was shared by her mane, tail and hooves. Unlike Star Breeze's father, her mother was quite a bit taller and larger. In fact the comparison between the two seemed quite extreme since her father was on the smaller side and her mother on the larger side. Large but lean, with her mother's muscles tightly compact across her body. There was a lot of power behind those hooves. If any pony felt its full impact, they would not likely continue to have a good day. “Considering we only have this moment to share this together as a family on this most auspicious day, I'm glad to say we have at least this time to spend it together.”

“You're leaving tonight? Already?” Star Breeze's father asked her mother with a moderate amount of surprise. Clearly he wasn't shocked but he didn't exactly expect this either. He also sounded a bit disappointed. He just got back himself an hour ago, after all.

“Yes. I have to,” Star Breeze's mother confirmed as she delivered Star Breeze's empty plate over to the sink via a straight wing then unceremoniously dumped it into the sink. “I was a little surprised as well that they called me in for another shift this soon, but they did. When duty calls I cannot delay. Lives are potentially on the line.” Star Breeze's mother looked back to look at her father with her brown-rimmed eyes. “You know how it is.”

Star Breeze's father frowned just a bit as he said, “All too well, I'm afraid. My work is convenient but rarely as essential as yours, at least potentially.”

Star Breeze's mother looked taken aback. “Not essential? Your work is weather control all across Equestria, not to mention the occasional dignitaries and passengers we deliver on this little boat of ours. The work they do can be quite important and a speedy delivery could actually save lives sometimes.”

“Okay-okay!” Star Breeze's father relented with an upraised hoof to suspend any further debate. “Point taken, but remember . . . your job more directly concerns security. That and all the other stuff you do.”

“Yeah,” Star Breeze's mother agreed as she looked at the sink with a thoughtful gaze. “All the other stuff I do.”

There was a moment of silence between the three of them, then father asked his daughter, “So, my little Sunshine . . . what did you wish for?”

Star Breeze grinned at her father. That question was just the line of opening she was hoping for. “I wished I could cast magic . . . like you, father,” Star Breeze boldly declared.

Father passed Mother a coy grin because of that statement. Given his history, that statement was actually quite ironic. Mother passed the same look back to Father, equally amused for the same reason.

“Interesting declaration,” Star Breeze's father mused as he looked back at his daughter. “What you ask for, most other ponies would regard as impossible.”

“But we don't know the meaning of the word, do we?” Star Breeze returned with a cocky smirk. “I mean, you flew . . . right? There was a time when most ponies would have regarded that as impossible as well.”

“Your father flies using his magic and his cutie mark talent to assist him,” her mother announced. “That's why he can do it. You, on the other hoof, can't grow a horn where there is none to begin with.”

“Now hold on there,” Father told Mother in a cautious tone. “There are many forms of magic. Some she could master. If my life taught me anything, it's that anything is possible.”

“But not everything,” Mother reminded. “If that were true we wouldn't have any regrets, now would we?”

That question deflated Father's enthusiasm. He looked down in a bit of depression as he said, “True. That's all too true.”

After another silent moment between the three of them, it was broken first by Mother after a sigh, “But if anypony has experience in defying expectations, it's certainly you,” Mother said in a relenting tone.

“That's why I want to know how you did it,” Star Breeze declared as her look shifted from her mother to her father, “and this time I want the whole story, and I want it tonight.”

“Tonight is your bedtime,” Mother lightly scolded in a reminding tone.

“But I can't sleep!” Star Breeze complained as she dropped her face onto the table and wrapped both of her upper hooves above her head. “This question is killing me! You defied the impossible!” Star Breeze looked up at her father. “You proved that anything can be done. Why is my wish so different? You wanted to fly more than anything else in your life, and you did. Is my dream impossible? What did your role models tell you when you were a foal? Considering what you have accomplished since then, I really doubt they told you to just give up and settle.”

“Depends who you ask,” Mother said with a chuckle and a smirk. Shortly after she said that she sighed again and then said in a relenting tone, “I suppose she does have the right to know since she is our daughter and all. We always did plan to tell her anyway, and it's your turn to take care of her . . . as we agreed. If I can't take care of her and you can, since you're here and I'm about to take off, I'll leave the decision up to you. It's your story, after all. You choose how you wish to share it, and to whom. Meanwhile, I have to take off. See ya.” She strolled to her daughter to kiss her on the forehead. “I love you so dearly, Sweetheart. Happy birthday again. I'll see you again probably sometime in the morning, unless the two of you end up staying up all night and pass out in the morning.”

“Actually, my story could end up taking several days,” Father theorized. “I was thinking I could take her out camping, like I used to back in the day. Who knows?” Father shrugged. “Going there on my old stomping grounds might help her connect with her gift too just as it had with mine. If anything, it might serve as some kind of inspiration. I always did want to tell somepony this story and, when I do, I want to tell it right.”

“Camping?” Mother reflected as she lifted her head away from her daughter's forehead following the kiss. “How long do you two think you'll be gone? A week maybe?”

“If that's what it takes,” Father confirmed with a rare stern look to his eyes. It always excited Star Breeze to see it. Little did she realize her mother felt the same way. “If I'm going to do this then I will see it through to the end, however long that may be. I wonder if you still recall why this is important.”

“Can you afford that time?” Mother queried Father. “I know we're not tight for bits right now, but sometimes your duties are very important and can't be put off.”

“It's alright. I can afford the time,” Father said with a confident half shrug. “If it turns out that's not true, your friends can contact me via the wind. Come to think of it, you can as well. Drop me a line whenever you feel like it, but I doubt I'll have to remind you where we'll be.”

“If you're serious about this, bring the stone,” Mother advised in a serious tone.

Father nodded with a meaningful look in his eyes as he said, “Agreed.”

“Why?” Star Breeze asked. “What's so important about that stone? You practically bring it with you all the time.”

The stone Star Breeze referred to was the one father often wore dangling around his neck, a three-tipped crystal with a reddish hue hanging on a string.

“I'll get around to that part too. I promise,” Father promised his daughter.

“You're really going to tell her that part too?” Mother asked Father in concern.

“She needs to know,” Father argued back to Mother. “It might be her responsibility too, someday. She should at least know what it is and where it came from. Before she decides on anything, I want her to be able to make an informed decision. Besides, she doesn't have to think about it too seriously right now. She still has some years to dwell on it, but the earlier that starts, the better.”

“I suppose you have a point,” Mother agreed, “but that knowledge is somewhat dangerous. You make sure she understands the full implications of it before she decides anything regarding it.”

“Right now I'm just telling her a story,” Father said back. “A story of my life. When it comes time for her to make her own story then she shall. In the meantime it might help her to understand her legacy and what came before her.”

“That's understandable,” Mother said back, then sighed. “Well, I have to go. Take care, you two.”

“You know how to contact me if you have to?” Father checked.

“Of course,” Mother replied as she started to take off.

“As for you, little one,” Father looked at his daughter, “come with me. If you're going to hear this story to the full, I want to bring you someplace special to me. In a way it's where my tale truly began.”

Star Breeze smiled eagerly as she said, “I can't wait!”

Author's Notes:

The following is a fan fiction crossover of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and Doctor Who. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is owned by Hasbro. Doctor Who is owned by BBC. Please Support the Official Release for each.

This story has been edited by Onyx Rose, and she has my thanks for helping me with this journey.

As of November 29th, 2019, Flutterjackdash has also started to help edit the story, to which I extend a major shout out in appreciation. Thank you, Flutterjackdash. If any of you reading this also want your stories to be edited, contact Flutterjackdash to take a look at it. Flutterjackdash also has fan fictions stories. Link is >>here<< if you are interested.

This story is inspired by the works of Pierce Smoulder and her works with Ponies with Pockets. She has my thanks for helping me get into the fandom with both MPL and Doctor Who, particularly the newer generation of both shows. I originally thought her work was a parody of both shows, but the later audio drams of hers proves that it is serious and entertaining stories which has helped to inspire this one. This story is also inspired by A Tale of One Shadow, The Fall of the Crystal Empire, and Lullaby for a Princess. Click the links to find a video/site for each one and check if out if you haven't already. All of these sources are cannon to this story, though there are a few adjustments.

As a fair warning, the tone of the story is mostly PG instead of G rated like the show for it mentions a death in the family as early as chapter one. Both language and sexual content of this story is much tamer than most of my other stories (although lewd minds can make references with just about anything regardless of actual intent). However, when the villains show up, the story can momentarily sky rockets to R rating not because of language or sexual content but for gory violence and overall creep factor. Villains are villains, after all, and this story does not hold back with them although they, too, are capable of humor and pop culture references. In keeping true to the universe from which they are drawn upon, however, they usually also have traces of redeemable qualities. Since there are multiple villains, the intensity between them also varies, but I'll leave you as the reader to judge that. In terms of genre, this one is fantasy coming of age/follow your dreams story for the first 1/3^rd which eventually leads to adventure/science fiction for the final 2/3rds.

I never wrote a story this silly before this one, but it does draw on a source material that's capable of cartoon physics, especially when it comes to certain characters, but in general the tone of the story is pretty serious.

As of 4/1/2019 it's come to my attention that there is a blind reactor that is still reacting to and finishing up season 5 of MLP which came out in 2015, 4 years late, which caused it to dawn on me that I may have to warn readers about potential spoiler warnings within my own novel here so spoiler warning; finish up to season 8 of MLP first before finishing this novel. As for Doctor Who, if you're a fan following that series then finish up to the 10^th Doctor, the David Tennant era.

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