I’m raindrop clover (I know, I know your thinking I’m a girl because of how girly my name sounds, and well the only thing I have to say to that is that the last time I checked I was a guy) and my life story so far isn’t a great one. It’s not filled with magic and friendship… well it wasn’t for most of it anyway. It had changed for a while, it was happy for once and it seemed to be a fairy tale and that it wasn’t true, and I guess I was right because that disappeared shortly after it started.
I am a very light tan-ish color pony with a very dark shade of red for my mane. I live just on the outskirts of Pony Ville. I don’t necessarily live in a town or city, I don’t even live with somepony. I’m here all alone with the one and only thing I have left… my house. It was the only thing that the… “accident” didn’t take away from me, that and the haunting memories that day left me. I still have nightmares of it and I still wake up screaming the same name every time, the name of that beautiful mare.
Mareilyn Sweatheart was my love, my darling dear. She was the most gorgeous shad of baby blue I had ever seen and her mane was white with just a hint of the lightest blue yo… you would have ever saw. Her eyes, her beautiful crimson eyes, the ones I love so much, the ones that no matter how bad a day it was they managed to seem so joyful… even in her last dying moments they seemed so happy.
I think the only time I seen her face full of tears was the day that she was told she could have no children, she was so heart broken that even her favorite little filly, rainbow dash, couldn’t make her smile (probably because it reminded her of the horrible fact), but even that didn’t keep her down all day. She was back to smiling and dancing around with rainbow dash only just 3 hours latter, filling this old house with happy laughter and playful screams. Now there are no screams, no laughter, nothing but the emptiness that echoes through out this house, this only reminder I have left (besides my memories) of her.
Every now and then rainbow dash comes by to check on me and bring her dearest friend flowers. Now that I think about it she should be here soon, I mean even though we don’t talk much I still look forward to seeing her and I wish she came by more often but she’s a big strong mare now with good friends and an important job as a weather pony. I don’t really understand why she bothers anymore, everypony else forgot about her, even her mother has… I guess rainbow dash really did love her, but she has a life that she needs to live and not spend checking on a pathetic pony everyday at 4:00pm.
Now I can see rainbow dash walking the same path she always takes, never flying, even though its her favorite thing to do, she never does here. That poor girl she seems so sad everytime she comes down here, never have I seen a smile on her face since Mareilyns. But today she was crying and I don’t really blame her, cuz I’m doing the same. And if you really must know exactly what’s wrong (and this goes for the both of us)…
today is the 5th anniversary of that horrid day.
AUTHORS NOTE: PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK CUZ THIS IS MY FIRST STORY