[My conscience Kill writes in the brackets and bolded]

    <  My conscience Joy writes in these and  Italics>

         { I respond in these}  

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" You don't have to if you don't want to," Dark said as he saw me try to get a hold of myself.

" No... no.... it's fine, I need to let this go." I said as I sobbed.

" It's gonna be alright," Ditzy said comforting me.

" I.... I guess It started when I was born.... but before you know this, my mother was Grace Melody a beautiful singer who had taught me to do so, a fully white coated pegasus with a red and white mane. My father's name was Tribal Pyro, an ice coated pegasus with a black and red mane ..."

" This isn't my cutie mark story, since I don't have one but yet something close to it...."

------------FlashBack------------

My mother had now given birth to me, my first day into this world.

" Honey, he is beautiful.....What shall we call him?" Tribal said as he looked at a new foal wrapped in a blanket held within in my mother's hooves.

" Graze... Do you like it?" She asked still panting from labor.

" Of course honey, now it's time for me to pick the other name.... Razor," Tribal said.

" Razor Graze.... has a nice ring to it..." Grace said.

" Wait? Is that a cutie mark?" Pyro asked shocked of course, no new born foal is able to get a mark that fast.

" ALREADY?!" She looked at each side of my flank," WAIT HE HAS TWO! QUICKLY CALL THE DOCTOR! IT MIGHT BE CUTIE POX!!" She grew scared at the fact or rather yet the realization of a new born diagnosed with such a disease.

" Honey, calm down, it's not cutie pox..."

" Then what is it?! No pony has two marks and better yet! What does it mean?!"

" That's for our Graze to find out, he has a life ahead of him, I can tell...."

And my father was right, a different life, something no pony should ever experience.

Four years had passed and like every other foal, I learned how to walk, how to talk all because of my parents who wanted to watch me grow.

" MAKE LOTS OF NEW FRIENDS GRAZE!! I LOVE YOU!!" My mother said as she dropped me off to school.

It was time for me to go to my first day of school school and like my parents, everyone was shocked at my cutie mark(s).

" WOW! LOOK! TWO CUTIE MARKS!"  " TWO?!!"  " HOW DID YOU GET THEM?" were some of the positive comments I received.

" Hmph! He is just a freak! What kind of pony has two cutie marks? More like the cutie pox!" and there it was, everything good always had a different side.

" CUTIE POX?!!" And with that, every pony else treated me like a freak, as if I was contagious, I was unwanted and lonely.

I sat my first day in school, my first break, my subject, my first lunch alone and the rest of the day the same. Yet what made it worse wasn't the sheer loneliness, it was the whispers I heard. I pretended like I didn't hear, I didn't want to hear, it only made things worse.

"...what a freak..."  " .... who wants to be friends with that?"  "... I hope he doesn't touch me..."

I only ignored. Every. Single. Comment.

< Don't Worry, I'm not like them, I want to be your friend!> WAIT? WHAT WAS THAT? I shrugged it off.

After my first day, I awaited my father to pick me up from school. It would usually take him a long time, he still had to work but this only gave time for more loneliness ...... And trouble.

" HEY FREAK!!" a foal shouted at me with two others by his side.

I ignored this comment.

"HEY! ANSWER ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

I stayed quiet as he pushed me to the floor. I never wanted this not any of this..... Why was I being treated so.

I picked myself up and dusted myself off not wanting any of this trouble.

[ C'mon this guy is a mean foal, let's deal with him] Another voice said in my head.... Was I going Crazy?!

" Can IT even talk?" one of his friends said.

" HEY!! ANSWER ME FREAK!!" The leader exclaimed.

" HEY YOU THREE LEAVE MY SON ALONE!" A voice boomed from the skies, a black and red flame trail coming from my dad.

He landed on the school's ground and stared at the foals in their eyes, he didn't care if they were young, they had done wrong.

" Now! What is the big idea?! I heard everything! Why did you call my son a freak?!" He was furious that some pony tried to harm me. I wanted to be like him... strong...but not feared as these three colts were.

The three ran off as far as they could as my father picked me up and checked for any cuts," You're all fine son, don't worry.....daddy's here...."

He placed me on his back as we flew home, I only wanted to see one pony now....Mom.

Pyro had opened the door and my mom awaited for us to arrive. I ran straight towards her.

" How was your first day Graze?"

All I did was hug her and cried.

"Graze! What's wrong?" She asked.

"... Mommy! The other kids.... th-they didn't want to be my friend...all be-because of my cutie mark! Th-they c-called me a freak!" I placed my hooves around her neck and cried on her.

She never had this problem, she didn't know how to deal with it but all she could have done was be a mother and support me," C'mon Graze, let's make you feel better." She hugged me and placed me on her back as she carried me to the kitchen.

She grabbed a paper towel with her hoof and began to wipe my tears," Feeling better?"

I shook my head," They are still going to hate me!"

" They don't understand how special you are.... and one thing for sure is that, we, your parents.... We would always love and be proud of you."

" That's right and we will always protect you." Pyro said. I gave a smile to my parents and hugged both of them.

" Now go up and get freshened up, dinner will be ready in ten minutes."

" Yay!!"

I ran up to the bathroom and began to clean myself before dinner which I enjoyed around my family as we joked around and made laughter and happiness around the table. Something I didn't receive whole day.

It was now time for bed and my parents stood by my bedside as they tucked me in," Mom, Dad.... No one talked to me but I heard voices in my head... they told me to fight back those mean foals."

" That is your conscience dear, they give you a sense of right and wrong." Grace had said to me as she pulled a blanket over me.

" So...I'm not crazy?" I said in my foalish squeakier voice.

" Ahahahah no son, it means you have the ability to know good from bad, like all of us... those foals chose badly," Pyro said.

" Now it's time for a certain foal to get ready for bed," Grace said," somepony has school tomorrow!"

" Do I have to?"

" Yes," my father said," Have a good night son, I will see you in the morning. Love you."

My mother stayed back and cleared her throat. She was going to show her talent, singing. She would end every night singing the song, "Hush Now Quiet Now"

Hush now, quiet now

It's time to lay your sleepy head

Hush now, quiet now

It's time to go to bed.

Drifting off to sleep

Exciting day behind you

Drifting off to sleep

Let the joy of dreamland find you

Hush now, quiet now

Lay your sleepy head

Hush now, quiet now

It's time to go to bed

Drifting off to sleep

Exciting day behind you

Drifting off to sleep

Let the joy of dreamland find you

The lullaby soon did it's trick and I was off to sleep.

It was now the next day of school and I was in class again, alone.

< Hey! Don't worry it's me! Well you!> A little even more miniature version of me appeared on my shoulder.

{ You're the conscience thingy mommy was talking about!}

< Yup! But I'm more than a conscience, I'm you! The part of you that just wants to have fun and make friends!>

{ I can't make any! No pony likes me here!}

< Well I can be your friend >

{ REALLY?!!}

< Uh-huh, my name is Joy!>

------------End of FlashBack for now------------

" And that entire day, I spent talking to my new friend but as we all know consciences are something you control."

" So.... how do we know you aren't ... crazy?" Ice asked.

< Here, let me handle this!>

Joy only being seen by me as he was my conscience, went to Ice whose conscience was sitting there on his shoulder focused to the story. Joy picked him up and spun the conscience playing with him as Joy only wanted to prove he was right.

" ......I don't know what happened but I suddenly believe you," Ice said confused.

" That's correct, my consciences are different, they are me but yet they have a will of their own, I just communicate with them who can communicate with your consciences... Understand?"

" Sorta.... so let me get this straight, they are you but, we can't see them, but they can communicate with our consciences?"

"Yup! and also I can see yours, I can tell you what you are like if you don't believe me."

" Okay, yer on, go ahead SugarCube, do me and Pinkie."

I took a deep breath and said it one shot," You are a pony who is stubborn and you sometimes show it but believe you don't need help, also you are very honest but when you put your mind to something you over do it just like AppleBuck Season last year, where you believed you didn't want any help." I took another deep breath and began again.

" Pinkie Pie, basically her own is Pinkamena which is a straight maned, slight less pink, Pinkie Pie who is more serious and can't even show a smile sometimes, her other one is strangely white and purple poof maned and actually represents Pinkie most of the time, throwing parties and happy."

" Am I correct?"

" Uh-huh... how did ya...wha-?" AppleJack said.

"Ahahaha YUP!" Pinkie said happily.

" May I continue then?" I asked.

Everyone nodded amazed at what was just shown.

------------FlashBack------------

More school days passed turning into years, four to be precise and it was less lonely with Joy around, he kept my mind busy as I ignored everypony else who thought of me as a lesser. My parents had also showed me the same love and affection they always had, everyday and I couldn't be more blessed than that. My father taught me how to play the guitar as my mother sang, it was how we spent our family time together and I won't have exchanged it for anything in the world.

As time and time went on, my mother grew sick and I grew worried, no one knew what was happening to her. It only worsened as seconds flew by. I never saw Grace so weak and exerted of energy, she was always filled with life, singing, happy. You could even feel her emit happiness just by being around her.

I sat by the hospital bed as my mother took her hoof and held mine. Her time was coming.

" Graze, I want you to do something for me..." She said very weakly.

" Anything mom! What is it?"

" I want you to be a strong stallion, for me and yourself, you're a special colt and always will be, don't let anypony tell you different..."

" I don't even know what I'm supposed to be!" It was wrong of me to exclaim but I was right. Who was I? What was my talent?

" Promise me!" I nodded," Don't you worry about your cutie marks, you will find out soon one day but right now be strong, a strong stallion! Stronger than any time you have been before."

Tears were coming out of my eyes, I knew what was going to come.

" I have always been proud of you, every single thing you've done, every piece of art you drew, every song you sang, even how you played the guitar.... but your biggest achievement so far and it still shows in this time now, was being my son. You are who you are and don't let anyone tell you different. "

I let out every single tear I had for my mother, I couldn't keep the promise now but I was going to later on. It was only understood that I broke down in front of my family.

I remember Pyro saying to me once," Do not cry in front of friends nor your enemies it is a sign of weakness, only cry in front of your family, we are here to support and comfort you. To understand you. " That was why I left the others to camp while I sat alone in the desert to cry only a few moments ago.

I looked at my mom and my dad who were now both shedding tears, she looked even weaker as she said these last few words," ....I.... Love......." she placed her last breath on that one word," ....You."

I cried for what it felt like eternity, no more singing, no more happiness, no more mommy.

The trip home from the hospital was extremely quiet filled with sobs and tears. Why was life so cruel and unfair to me?

I had only felt three things: Loneliness, Sadness and Love.

And the last one was taken away.....

Nevertheless I had to go to school the next day, Pyro had to plan the funeral and I was not old enough to be left alone.

I sat in my lonely seat, a few tears here and there.

< Don't Worry, Everything is going to get better before it gets worse>

{.......}

*RIIINNGGGG*

The school bell had rung and now it was time for recess. I sat on the bench, only wanting to be alone for the first time in my life.

" HEY FREAKK!!!" The bully leader called out.

Oh great, when I wanted to be alone, this happens.

" HEY ARE YOU CRYING?!!" one said.

" SO HE CAN FEEL EMOTION?!" and another.

" Oh Oh... Does someone need their mommy?" The leader teased. My mother had just passed and this happens! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THIS MOCKERY!

I looked up at him with intense anger, tears flowing from my eyes.

[ Good. Stand up for yourself now.] Another voice in my head said.

" SHUT UP!! YOU CALL ME THE FREAK I WANT TO BE ALONE!! ALL YOU DO IS RIDICULE ME AS IF I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ACT!! I AM A PONY TOO!!" I shouted.

" So, it can talk." One of them said.

" OF COURSE I CAN TALK! I IGNORE YOU FOOLS EVERYDAY! AND YOU KNOW WHAT?  I AM NOT IT! I AM A PONY!" I then pushed the leader down as the whole school began to look at me.

" OH NO YOU DON'T!" The leader shouted as he got back up.

*RIIINNGGGG*

" We will deal with you.. after school."

I looked at him with disgust as the trio followed their worthless leader.

[ Nice to meet ya, call me Kill]

< HELLO KILL!!>

{ And you are?}

[ I am the other you! The one who will help you stand up for yourself.... all you needed was a little push, literally, for me to come out]

{ So, now I have two friends?}

[Ahahaha Yeah]

I walked inside with my two new "friends" and entered the classroom. The trio of bullies gave me a shot of anger while the other students looked at me in fear.

[ Don't Worry it's easier to be feared and better ]

{ I don't want to be feared, I just want friends.... I want to feel loved again.}

I paid attention in class (sorta) as my two new consciences began to talk with me. I began to hear voices yet no pony other than the teacher was talking.

" Look at him... he is just there silent planning to kill us."  " Please don't attack me."  " And I thought I didn't even like him before!"

Were some of the voices I heard.

[ You hear that? It's the consciences of these people, friends are good and all but why be friends with ponies who didn't even like you for being different?]

< No, don't listen to Kill, they just misunderstand you.... Do one good thing and I'm sure you can get on at least one's good side>

I acknowledged both of their decisions and silently planned out what I was going to do as the class time passed by.

*RIIINNGGGG*

The school bell had rung signifying the end of school. I sat in my seat still and patient as I waited for everyone who were "scared" of me to pass.

I received some unpleasant expressions from the trio who nudged me as they passed by. I ignored it and waited for them to leave.

I waited exactly five minutes before I got up and went outside.

Most of the students were gone as their parents arrived early to pick them up, all for except five foals, the trio of bullies who were troubling a young filly and myself.

My father had told me," Always treat a filly with respect and never ever hit one!"

I followed my father's advice and stood up," HEY! STOP TROUBLING THAT FILLY!" I ran up and tackled the leader.

The filly looked at me for a few seconds, not scared but with admiration that I stood up for her.

" Go away quickly," I told her as she nodded and ran off.

" Ooo look it's momma's boy and looks like he has a crush."

One single tear came out from my eye as I remembered my mother and her last words.

" Did I touch a nerve?"

[ Be strong.]

{ What?}

[ Do as your mother said, be strong!]

{ How?  Why?}

[ Because if you don't these guys will keep on pushing you around! Stand up for yourself! I can help you but only if you let me!]

I was suddenly hoofed in my cheek by the leader bully.

< C'MON GRAZE! BE STRONG! THESE AREN'T GOOD FOALS! THEY MADE THE WRONG CHOICE!>

With both of my consciences finally agreeing on each other, I accepted Kill's help.

*POW*

I received another punch as I fell to the floor.

[ Okay... Let's try that again.. My way]

One of the other foals rushed into me as I tried getting up.

I tensed my hoof and punched him in the face sending him flying into the dirt.

< One down!>

The other rushed into me with another punch. I....No Kill grabbed him and threw him into the grass by a tree. Just What was this power?

< Two Down!>

I slowly walked towards the leader colt, I gave a flap of my wings releasing a small black ember. My trot  turned into a gallop as I tackled him with a headbutt sending him into the ground. While there I went on him and beat hoofed him once in his nose.

< THREE!>

All of the bullies were on the ground, whimpering in pain. What have I done?

[ You didn't let your promise down and better yet you stood up for yourself]

" RAZOR! WHAT DID YOU DO!?" My father boomed from the sky as he landed," WE ARE GOING HOME NOW!"

The trip was too silent as he flew me on his back to him.

We had arrived into the house and he closed the door gently.

I was the first to break the silence between us, " I'm sorry dad..."

".....How did the fight start?" He asked slowly.

" H-he talked about mom and then they were troubling this little filly!"

" ....They aren't real colts like you and I son.... you did the right thing by standing up for that filly and better yet for yourself."

" So you aren't mad?"

He hugged me and said," No Razor....I'm proud of you and I think mom is too." I felt a tear come down his coat as he mentioned mom.

" You think so? How does she know?"

" Your Mom, she won't ever stop looking after you, she loves you too much and so do I, don't you dare ever forget that. She looks after you and you won't even know.... that's your mother and even in death somehow she will protect you."

I smiled knowing somewhere Mommy was still with me. I began to cry as I remembered her but not as much. She was watching me and I didn't want to break her promise. I had to be strong!

" Now c'mon, let's get those marks cleaned up and get you some dinner."

I rushed upstairs as my father called me," And Graze?"

"Yes Dad?"

" Always stand up for what you believe in and don't let anyone prove you wrong for your beliefs. Fight for those who can't, don't be feared... be respected."

I nodded accepting another promise.

That night after we ate dinner, my father tucked me in bed as mom usually would have. I really did miss her but knowing she was still going to look after me, I felt a bit happier with that.

[ You did Good Graze, I'm Proud of you too.]

< Me too>

{ Thanks guys.}

[ We are going to have to look after you from now on]

< For each other.... as friends>

------------End of FlashBack------------

" I still do miss her up to this day.... Grace... My mother," I wiped another tear from eye," but yeah that is my story."

I looked at the others some (mostly mares) were crying.

Ditzy looked at me, tears in her eyes as she hugged me after hearing my story.

"It's okay Ditzy, everything is better and I'm sorry for lying.... It was wrong of me." I said as I hugged her brushing her mane.

She then broke the hug and looked at me silently," But why did you have to lie...."

" I was afraid... afraid of being alone again, just like back then..." I said.

" You will never be alone, you will always have me." Ditzy said," just don't mess with my mind." She joked.

"And me." " Me too!" " Me three!"  "As well as me." "Same here" Were some of the comments I heard.

I let one tear of joy slipped pass me as I watched my friends.

" Who wants to hear a song?" I requested.

" ME!!" They all shouted.

" Pinkie? Guitar please." I just requested the guitar knowing she would have one.

She handed me the guitar as I began to tune and play a few notes. I strummed the guitar and began my song

" This one is for you mom, for all the times you were here and won't be here, I love you."

Can I have this dance with you one more time. Before I start down the road of my brand new life.

There's no way to thank you, for all that you have done. No matter how old I get I will always be your son. Riding trikes and my dirt bikes, and crashing in the sand. I probably scared you half to death, "Hey mom look no hands".You were my best friend, you were my number one fan. Every time that I got hurt, you were there to hold my hand.

I may not call you as much as I should. I may not say I love you as much as I could. But you've got to know this one thing is true. The person I've become and all I am I owe it all to you. I owe it all to you. All to you.

When I left home I was wild I was free. I made every mistake you could make but you still believed in me. Looking back I was a brat when I thought I knew it all. But every time that I fell short you were there to catch my fall. You taught me how to give and how to be a man. There was love in all you did and now I understand. When you're far away from me just play this song out loud. And when you think of me well I hope I made you proud.

I may not call you as much as I should. I may not say I love you as much as I could. But you've got to know this one thing is true. The person I've become and all I am. My life my wife my family and my friends, I owe it all to you. I owe it all to you. Hey mom I love you.

The song ended, everyone was crying, I swore I saw a tear from Mr. Charge.

"That was beautiful," Ditzy said.

" Thank you, it was for her..." I looked up at the sky, I just knew she was still watching me. After all these years, I still knew it.

I laid on the sand on all four hooves with Ditzy and placed a wing around her. I wasn't about to go to sleep, I needed to stay up for tomorrow we were heading off to Appleloosa.

Only about a four hour trip left. We would make it..... I am sure of it.

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