some thoughts about the fic i recently write

I hope I can write whatever I want here about my fic since not too much is reading. Pass it if you think this spoils.

Lion lives in an unhappy family, not like Papageno they have wealth, but his dad is like a jerk. So even Lion is just a foal, he felt lonely and onpony can understand him, because they really can't. but he also remains kindness, and brave, study-loving from his mother. he hates his father but the culture told him not to, so he always doubt himself and there is a struggle.

Papageno's family is happier, poor but no fight and no violence. but they are jealous to those rich ponies. and the other ponies laugh at papageno cos of that too, for papageno is really ridiculous. papageno has no self-confidence too in a way, but he still tried to keep positive.

Inky is a changling but he has no self-confidence too, for his race. at that time sorex just took charge for only a few years, the prejudice about changlings still exist among the ponies, that's why he denied his changling identity and always disgused like a normal pony, he just wanted to be admitted by the society, which still need a long way to go. so that twisted his mind and became a motive to find the lake. in the further chapters i will reveal more diaries of his, to tell his stories.

zorro is like a pony in mystery, the prototype is batman. so he is defintely not what he was told, and definitly hiding something. trusting no one, but he will. and he will have a different background story.

fictions are a form of discussion. good fiction can make you think after reading, which is my goal, but not just for educate or entertain or simulate how the world runs. the people who live in the edge of the society, also in the edge of our memories, the minority or the world, like wallflower and the others, is what i want to focus. because seldom focus on them, take care of them. they suffer the most pain, but have less support. i also wanna discuss life. death is a gaint topic. the lake of stars is a symbol, where we all will rest in there, the heaven, the valhalla, the nirvana. we all have a long path to go before that. but what's the meaning? is it 42, the answer to life, the universe and everything? the lake will play a role like 42, an answer, but won't be meaningless or won't never be found. the path they seeking the lake, is the path we finally find the peace inside, is the process we finally can embrace the death without any regret, hesitation, or doubt. some choose a comfortable life, some want to find that lake whatever it takes. i remember maugham said in his book, the razor's edge, "The sharp edge of a razor is difficult to pass over, thus the wise say, the path to enlightenment is hard. larry found his meaning finally, but that's just maugham said so, we don't really know that, we also don't know if the meaning to his is also the meaning to ours too, so we need to find out. what kind of life should we live? different person has different answers, but should we follow them, or just follow our hearts? someone followed their heart and succeed, meanwhile some failed. life is full of randoms, we can't count on basically anything even ourselves. luck plays an important role. and if we can't count on anything, what do we left? In some way, we are all isolalted in this world, because we can hardly truly understand each other, we talk to each other, but we never entered the heart, not into the soul, and if you do, you will find every soul is weak and beautiful, that always be ignored, and forgotten for such a long time, and now we live in a world full of violence, misunderstanding, we have ears but never listen, as always. comparing the past, thousands years before now, there are still not too much changes nowadays. and we need to remain our personalities, and try to understand the world at the same time, which is very hard to do, and most of us fail. but we still need to, or at last, i need to.

there is no answer, because this is a discuss, not a judgement. and this is not math, even the answers completely opposite may both are correct. a good story is a metaphor, and a good start of a discuss, and then is heard no more. and one and the only duty of a writer is to doubt, i hope i performed it well.

and celestia bless me, hope my poor vocabulary can handle this. ambitious, but i have a feeling that my fic will meet an end incompletely.