Upon the Shore

I wrote a little blurb as a challenge from a friend of mine.

Let me know if you guys think I should publish, or just your general thoughts. you all.

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Rushing waves washed upon the sandy shore, scattering seashells and starfish with each pass. As the sun reached its apex in the sky, another wave crashed down, leaving behind a small purple filly.

She stood up, coughing as water was slung from her body. Tiny circles were left as she slowly moved up the shore, her purple and magenta mane blowing back as a sudden gust swept over her. As she swiveled her head back and forth, a frown grew across her muzzle. Slowly, she made her way further up the shore.

Before her rose a hill, and upon that hill sat a large oak. The little purple mare found her way to the tree’s base, the sand turning to lush grass beneath her hooves. As she approached it, she looked up to see tiny star-shaped fruit hanging from its branches. She licked her lips, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip. Moments passed, and nothing happened.

The mare’s eyes snapped open, and she tapped a small purple horn that protruded from her head as a confused frown spread across her face. Then she grimaced, and raced at the tree, turning to buck it when she got close enough. A second later, and bright five-pointed piece of fruit fell into her hooves and she smiled at it.

Turning and sitting against the oak, she examined the beautiful yellow outside. The rays that peaked through the shade of the tree reflected off the fruit’s smooth, marble-like surface as the little unicorn licked her lips. Then she stopped just short, her mouth open before she started to juggle the piece of fruit. After a moment, she dropped it, blowing on her now-red hooves as she glared down at the prize denied to her.

In a flash of light, the fruit disappeared, replaced by a radiant figure of white and celestial hues. Large white wings spread out as a winged unicorn looked down upon the little purple filly. There was a soundless gasp of surprise as the filly jumped up, then rushed to grip her hooves around the older pony.

Slowly, calmly, the tall mare reached down, and tilted the younger pony’s head towards her. The white pony’s smile was serene and compassionate as she gently wrapped a wing around the little one.

After sniffling, the little purple pony opened her mouth, moving it up and down rapidly as she looked up, only to clap her hooves to it a moment later. She tried again, only to find the same result. She sniffed, tears beginning to run down her face before white feathers reached down towards her. In a single, tender movement, the tears were wiped away, right before the little pony was picked up and placed upon the older mare’s back.

The little filly snuggled into the fluffy crook of the older mare’s fur, her hooves trying to wrap around the mare’s neck for support. She closed her eyes, and almost instantly, floated away.

The lash of a cold wind woke her.

The little filly gave an inaudible shiver as she pulled her head from the pillowy fur in front of her. As she sat up, the large white mare turned to look back at her, giving a weak smile as she nodded to something behind them.

The little pony gave a soft frown, her eyes moving from the beautiful oak in the distance, to a black and grey field before her. Burnt shrubs and singed grass covered nearly everything inch, save for a single, silvery speck in the distance.

Gently, the large mare bent down, allowing the younger pony to slide down to the ground. Looking back from the nearly lifeless field, she gazed up into purple eyes of the tall, white mare.

With a pained smile, the mare bent down, and kissed the little filly right below the horn. She then turned the pony’s head back to face away from the light, and into darkness.

Quivering, the purple filly took a step forward, the dead grass crumbling beneath her hooves. She gave a little shake of her head, and then pressed onward. She had taken little more than a dozen steps towards the silvery speck in the distance before a firm wind began to push against her. Her hooves slipped through the black dirt, her eyes squinting into the wind-swept field as she continued. The little pony gritted her teeth, lowering her head as she charged forward into the now storm-like winds.

She fell, spitting out dirt as her chin plowed through the ashy dirt. Tears now flowed down her cheek as she struggled to her hooves. With a sniff and a glance backwards, she tore forward with renewed speed.

It was a living storm.

A huge swirling, gnashing wind had risen up, the silvery speck that was her goal trapped inside. Her hooves slid backwards against her struggle, her eyes narrowed as she held a hoof up to take a step forward. Then, once again, she was knocked to the ground.

With a soundless cry she struggled to her hooves once again, small tears trickling down as her mouth formed a thin line. She took one last glimpse back, and saw the light of the world staring back. As she faced the sheer force of nature before her, the black and twisting wind threatening to swallow her in a single bite, the little pony stood tall.

A flash of magenta magic, and the little filly transformed into a six-pointed star of purple light. It flew, twirling as it went, and cut into the living abyss. A moment later, and the filly landed inside the eye, and before her sat her prize.

A single, beautiful flower of blue and white, the pearl-like blossom glistening as the filly reached for it. When her hoof touched it, there was a white flash, and then the flower transformed into a small, blue winged unicorn with a crescent moon adorned on her flank. The little blue mare’s eyes widened as she looked around, before taking in the little filly in front of her.

The mare reached forward, and took the purple pony in her hooves, tears streaming down her chin as she sobbed. The purple filly slowly put her hooves around the mare, pulling the mare’s head into her purple mane. After a long moment, the pair separated, and the windstorm began to trash wildly.

With widened eyes, the blue mare gestured to the filly’s flank, and when she turned to look, a purple, six-pointed star, surrounded by little white stars had appeared there. There was a look of surprise, of joy, and of confusion, one after the other on her face. The blue mare pulled the filly close once more, her muzzle tickling the little filly’s ear.

She looked up, her eyes wide as the blue mare held the filly’s hooves. Quickly, the filly was pulled into the air, holding on by only their joined hooves as the filly tried to scream down at her.

The blue mare could only smile, fresh, glistening tears on her face. Then she let go, and the little purple pony fell into the crystal-clear sky.

Comments

[R3D4K73D]

mhmm . . .

[Hoof of Approval]

This is beautiful, but confuzzling.