• Published 28th Feb 2017
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Lily and somepony else - Hyper44



A young Lily Longsocks decided that she wants to be somepony else, anypony else.

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Chapter 1


They were gone and it hurt. Most thought that Lily Longsocks was too young to understand but she did. She understood that they were gone, buried and not coming back. As she stood in the quite living room the sun shone so brilliantly outside that it glared though the thin curtains to clearly illuminate the dust motes swirling in the air. It was the type of sunshine that beckoned you outside like the call of a long-lost friend. Lily sighed, never taking her eyes off the picture that took the place of honor on the center of the mantle. The eyes of two ponies stared back from a frozen moment in time that was now protected behind glass. The sudden creek of the front door opening startled her. She spun around to see her mother walk into the house.

“Lily? What are you doing in here? It’s a beautiful warm day and after all that cold weather I would think that you would stop at nothing to get outside.” Her mother, Chrysanthemum Longsocks stated.

Lily pointed back at the picture above the fireplace. “Can’t see Gramgram and Pawpaw outside.”

“Oh, Lily,” Chrysanthemum sighed as she swept Lily up in her hooves. “I know that the accident took them away so suddenly but a young filly should not be in here dwelling on it. She should be outside carefree and playing.” As she spoke Chrysanthemum carried her little filly outside. She put her on the porch and nudged her away from the house. “You’re a strong and resilient little filly and look at this nice day. Just think, in a few years we may be moving down south where the warm weather lasts longer. We’ll even pick a nice little town like this one so you can grow up in the open air like here, just warmer. So go on and play and just think that soon enough you have so many warm days to play outside.” With that Chrysanthemum trotted back inside and soon Lily could hear the familiar click of her mother’s crochet needles as she worked on whatever new order she had to fill. Lily sat down on the small little porch in front of the small little house as she decided what to do. It was a beautiful day and the warm sun should have felt nice but she could find no joy in it. After a moment, her ears perked up as she heard faint sound that was growing louder.

Swish, swish, Swish, swish.

Soon her older brother Aspen came walking around the corner of the house. In his mouth he held a scythe that he was using to cut the grass. Like always, the green blades had sprung up with a vengeance after all that cold weather. Aspen swung his head back and forth with ease as he neatly cut the grass into low even lengths. His cutie mark stood out against his light blue coat. It was a well-tailored hat that almost didn’t look as good as some of the ones he could create. He could make a hat for anypony and from ones fitted for coal miners and rowdy cowponies to the fine designs of high society they all matched the personality of their wearer perfectly. There was nopony in existence that he could not impress.

Lily slumped down on the porch as she watched him. Although he was the typical big brother sometimes she couldn’t help but admire him. He was still a colt but he already knew his destiny, he had already made his mark in the world while she didn’t seem to be good at anything at all. He wasn’t a misfit at school, he wasn’t a blank flank. He didn’t have four tiny clumsy hooves that he was always tripping over or a coat so common and plain. He also was enjoying the sunny day and had not stayed sad like she had. How she wished that she could be him instead of Lily. If she was somepony else her pain would go away. Lily watched Aspen for a while then got up. She scampered off the porch and searched until she found a good sized stick. Clutching it in her teeth she followed after her brother while she swung the stick from side to side. She worked on picking up his rhythm as she tried matching him every step and mimicking his posture. Aspen ignored her for a while before finally dropping the scythe and looking over his shoulder.

“Lily, what are you doing?” He asked with a touch of annoyance in his voice.

“Cut grass like you,” She replied dropping the stick in the same manner as her brother.

“Why? I’m doing fine cutting the grass and that stick is not going to help at all,” Aspen responded.

Lily pointed at herself. “So I be you.”

Aspen laughed. “You’re going to be me? How are you going to do that? Mimicking everything that I do won’t make you into me,” Aspen looked around making sure that nopony was watching, “And that will really cramp my style.”

Lily thought a moment, tapping her chin with a small hoof as she pondered the question in her young mind. She looked at her brother’s blue coat and then at her pink little hoof. “I paint my coat,” she said finally.

“I think you mean dye your coat,” Aspen responded, “And even if you dye it blue it would still be pink underneath. Why do you want to be me anyways?”

Lily tapped her chest. “So it no hurt no more.”

“Woah, are you sick?” Aspen asked peering closer to see if she was turning paler.

Lily shook her head. She pointed back towards the house where a picture stood above the fireplace. “Gramgram and Papaw.”

“Oh,” Aspen said. He sighed and knelt down. “Lily, you can dye your mane and coat then act like me but you will still always be Lily. Even if you could, though it would not matter. Whit things like that there is nothing that you can change on the outside that will make you feel better on the inside. You have to start on the inside. Ok?”

Lily just blinked up at him as she chewed on a hoof. Aspen couldn’t tell from her big, childish eyes if she understood any of what he said. Aspen sighed. He was never sure about how to deal this kind of thing. He motioned with a hoof towards the house. “Columbine is sitting by the pond out back knitting a tapestry or something. She might need your help.”

Lily promptly hopped up and scampered away.

“Phew,” Said Aspen as he went back to cutting grass. “Columbine should be able to handle it.”

Author's Note:

For those of you who do not like long waits for the next chapter this story is petty much done. I'm still going through and editing and doing small rewrites but I should be able to uplode daily at best to every couple days at worst.