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Canterlot Palace
The halls of Canterlot Place Gleamed as the Rising sun sent rays of light through the stain glass windows and into the hall. A door at the end of the hall opened and Princess Celestia walked in. The job of raising the sun belonged to her and no one else, thus each morning she had to get up and raise the sun to bring light to the brand new day. Not only did she raise the sun, but the task of running the country of Equestria fell to her and her sister, Luna.
Now, there were some things on Celestia's mind, as she sat down on her throne. The Equestria games, being held in the Crystal Empire, were just around the corner, and preparations were still being made. Also, the ambassador of the griffin kingdom will be arriving to discuss matters of trade. Other than that, though, life goes on as usual throughout the magical land of Equestria...
Ponyville
A little black unicorn colt at the age of six, was strolling alone down the streets of Ponville, carrying a bindle containing a few of his belongings, as well, as some food. It has been bit of a journey, since Pitch Black ran away from the Canterlot orphanage. Not that it matters to him, though. After living there for all six years of his life, and not one family seeming to have the slightest interest in adopting him, Pitch Black have had it. He was sort of glad to finally be away from the orphanage, after living there for six years, and getting nowhere in life, as far as finding somepony to call 'Mom' and 'Dad', goes. Pitch had nothing to leave behind, there; no friends; no one to care. Pitch wondered if anypony would miss him. Probably not, the little colt thought. Maybe, he could find a family to love and cherish him, if he looks for one on the road. Perhaps, Pitch could also find some friends to play with, if he looks hard enough. As Pitch continued walking down the street, he began to feel hungry, for it was breakfast time. He sat on a wooden bench, opened his bindle with his magic, and took out a small sandwich to eat. However, as Pitch ate his sandwich, he began to question wither or not, he made the right choice to runaway from the orphanage. Perhaps a family was there right now, looking for a foal, like him to adopt. Too late, for that. Pitch told himself, If a family won't come to me, I'll come to a family. I'll have a Mom, and Dad to love and cherish, one way or another. I just have to look long, and hard...
