With his mother still haunted by his father's sudden leave, and his father far away in another land, the colt produced by the two has nobody to talk to that understands him. Trying to fit in is useless. He is warded off with cruel insults and hateful sneers. With nopony willing to love him for who he is, where will little Coronus go?

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** This story was written when I was 14, and the quality and content reflect that. Please be aware that my position on topics contained within may have changed in the time between publishing and now, and I apologize for any offensive material that I may have condoned in my younger years. **