It was a bright and sunny day in Manehattan. Birds were singing their songs, providing the almost perfect picture of foals playing in the park with a most fitting background song. It was a perfect day, indeed. Amidst the playing children, there was a young unicorn foal. He had a bright yellow coat that shone like the sun itself, and a mane so green, even the plants and trees were envious of the beautiful color. He was the center of attention; everything seemed to revolve around him. Loved by anypony, and respected even by the elder ponies. Ray Light was his name.

But, as is with all good, there is something bad. It might not be visible at first glimpse, but if you dig deep enough, you'll always find it. Even Ray Light, my son, wasn't spared from this rule. My name is Thunderstrike, and let me tell you the story of my only child.

I will start right at the beginning, the birth. On a rainy Night, combined with a storm the likes of which you've never seen before, was the day he decided to be born. I and my wife, Blue Skies, were huddled in front of the fireplace, seeking shelter from the storm. But our son had different plans, so we needed to get to the hospital, and fast. With the storm raging outside, this was quite the problem. It took me and my wife a lot of energy to get there. Needless to say, as we arrived, we were both pretty exhausted. It was a long night, a very, very, long night.

After what seemed like an eternity, our most precious son was born. The storm outside was beginning to calm down, and everything seemed just perfect. I was the first to hold him, almost lost myself in his beautiful green eyes. But the birth took it's toll. Blue Skies was almost falling unconscious, but needless to say, wanted to hold our son. Outside, the sun was beginning to push through the clouds, announcing the end of the storm. A single ray of light shone through the window and onto my wife and son. With a smile on her face she named our son "Ray Light", a very fitting name, considering the situation. Soon after she finally gave in to the tiredness of giving birth, and finally fell asleep.

A sleep that she never would wake up from.

This was 9 Years ago. Ray Light grew up to be a wonderful child, loved by everypony, respected by even the elders. He was truly perfect. Until one fateful day,  when we found out that he couldn't use magic. This was devastating news for him, me, and everyone we knew. The foal that seemed so perfect, wasn't perfect at all. 'What's the meaning in being a unicorn, if I can't use magic?' he asked me. I told him that nothing was perfect, and even he wasn't an exception to that rule. I may have been a little bit harsh to him, but he got over it eventually. He went back to being his old cheerful self, and everypony was relieved to see their favorite foal happy again.

Since then, we tried everything we could think of to help him get at least some magic power, but it was to no avail. The best doctors, magicians, and scientists couldn't help him. We even asked the zebras in the south, but even they didn't know of a potion that could help. Then there was the problem of his cutie mark. While most of his friends at school already had theirs, Ray was still missing his. And so we lived on, a quiet, ordinary life if you ask me. I wish Blue Skies was here, she would be so happy to see our son grow up.

But enough of our story, it's time to go home. Let me just call my son.

"RAY! It's getting dark! Time to go home!"

"Yes dad! Bye guys, I have to go, see you tomorrow at school"

I'm never getting tired of that view, my happy son, running towards me. It lets me forget all my grief and all the bad times. It just feels right, you know? But I think the hard parts of our life are over, it's going uphill from now on.

“You ready to go? Let’s grab something to eat on our way back"

Bright days are lying ahead !