//------------------------------// // Note to Self: Never trust Luna // Story: Friendship is AWESOME // by smxsonic //------------------------------// I can think of nothing more Relaxing than sitting by a duck pond by the school, Especially on a summers night. It’s this kind of night that makes it easy to muse. I’m SMX, Don’t ask me what it stands for It takes me back to a particular time where my fanboy was at critical levels. I’ve never Put much stock in what other people think of me… Okay let me rephrase that, because that, at face value, is a boldfaced lie. I Put more stock in What my friends think of me. Up until now I haven’t been able to keep friends across schools, I guess that’s par the course, But still that realization kinda hit me hard. The Friends I’ve met in high school have pretty much stayed with me. I’m taking about friendship so much because this is a story about friendships and the magic that come from them… Don’t look at me like that. I’m a brony and This is a story about ponies. In fact it’s on the night where I was laying by the duck pond. I was enjoying the peace and tranquility of the night before I had to do homework and get to bed. My thoughts drifted to the usual subjects, Girl issues, How much my friends mean to me. “Still Thinking about that, Huh?” I start , and I look over to my side to see a young woman in a blue dress, Her hair was long and it flowed like the night sky. “Well, when People walk out of your life, you have to evaluate the people that are still there.” “They never actually walked out on you,” “True, the one I actually liked stayed,” “The moongates are almost ready, and now I’m not sure if I made the right decision.” “What?” “You have to let go of that envy and jelousy, R-” “SMX, Please call me SMX” She sighed “You and that silly pseudonym.” “I’m embarrassed to use my real name.” “Nevertheless, I thought you could help, because you seemed to understand the magic of friendship better than any human I seen.” “To be fair, you only searched this college campus.” “Time isn’t exactly on our side. But now hearing all this jelousy come out of you, I’m worried that I’ve made an error.” “My friends are everything to me. You can trust them not to judge you or to let you be yourself. I try to help them any way I can!” She just smiled “The moongate opens tomorrow, Be ready, you have a long quest ahead of you” She disappeared. Same as she always does, I would be lying if her name didn’t haunt the back of my mind, “Luna”, I looked down where the pond was, The moon was almost full, It was getting late so I headed back to my room. The Next day was un eventful as ever. Wake up, drive to class, learn more about how Art actually has rules, Exercise with the Devil’s Creation that is Aerobics steps, get home and sleep. It’s a rut that gets grating, it the kind of routine where at some point, you wish for something, ANYTHING to happen to break the monotony. Well 5 weeks ago, I met ‘Princess’ Luna, I was skeptical too. But she seemed want to hear about me. I really don’t know what made me unload like I did, It may be the fact that she had the serenity of a goddess, But I told her everything, EVERYTHING. How I lost out on a crush, and how that resulted in me evaluateing my friends, and me learning that my friends shaped who I am. Of course I told her that in between my bouts of crying… LIKE A BOSS! For the past few weeks though, Luna has been telling me about a moongate and how she chose me for something. I don’t know what. Isn’t that weird how when you’re the chosen one the person who chose you won’t say what you’re being chosen for? You’d think they would give at least a cover story. I put on my usual gear, The felt Black Flat cap and a Leather aviator’s jacket. I walked down to the pond, it was almost sunset. Earlier than I usually go, just so I wouldn’t miss this. “Excellent, you made it” said a voice from behind me, I jumped. Luna looked younger, her hair was shorter and a lighter shade of blue, Her dress was more casual. “Why do you have to sneak up on me like that?” She continued on, “This gate will take you to our castle in Canterlot, it is there where we will tell you, your mission.” “Is it safe?” “It should be….” “It should be? You don’t know?” “there’s a 4% chance that something will go wrong, but trust me the worst it will be is that you’ll land in the wrong part of the castle.” “Okay….” As I was about to step into the portal, I felt a push and fell throught it.