Scootaloo wants to find out the truth about her origin, and the source is closer than she thinks.

((this story is a sequel to the comic strips "Sorry I couldn't be there for you". I did not make the comics, but the creator gave me permission to make a sequel to the comic. Enjoy!))

http://matty4z.deviantart.com/art/sorry-I-couldnt-be-there-for-you-pg1-407774639 ((this is the link to matty4z comic.))

Special thanks to TheMyth for proofreading the story

((My first story to ever be featured on the home page))

Mama always told me I were a special tree. I miss her smiles, 'n her stories. I guess all I can do is tell my own now.

This fic is for the Outside Insight Summer Fanfic Contest on EqD.
Thanks to my good friend, Patchwork Poltergeist for helping push me to actually do this fic. You're awesome.

Big McIntosh has a unique way of appreciating music, and Octavia certainly provides an experience. Octavia would love to get in touch with her earth pony roots, and Big McIntosh has the deepest roots around. They could learn so much from each other about why they do what they do, and they just might gain some insight into their own simple gifts in the process.

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Reading by Goombasa.

When your life is as dull a gray as the world that surrounds you, the mundanities can make it all seem meaningless. Sometimes all we need is a little color -- or six -- to reintroduce us to what truly makes life worth living.

*6-16-2017 Edit, added Rainbow Dash tag because it triggered knighty.*

"My name is Lyra Heartstrings, and you will not remember me. You won't even remember this conversation. Just like with everypony else I've ever met, everything I do or say will be forgotten. Every letter I've written will appear blank; every piece of evidence I've left behind will end up missing. I'm stuck here in Ponyville because of the same curse that has made me so forgettable. Still, that doesn't stop me from doing the one thing that I love: making music. If my melodies find their way into your heart, then there is still hope for me. If I can't prove that I exist, I can at least prove that my love for each and every one of you exists. Please, listen to my story, my symphony, for it is me."

Cover pic by Spotlight: askspotlight.tumblr.com