Chapter Three: The Lakeside Shore
I never knew of this secret message until my lord told me, for my lord can, of course, do whatever he pleases whenever he wants to, but I am just a lowly servant. I always serve where needed, I go where he wants me to, and I do what he wishes me to do there. I always try to make my lord happy because it brings me great joy whenever he is.
Anyway, my name is Sebastian. Though, you probably figured that out from my lord's writing already.
But I think it is about time to recount the strange events that happened so many years ago. But what will my mind recall, if it even recalls anything? My head is, after all, filled with many things that I hardly have any space left for memories. I used to be able to, but that was so long ago. The events, should you choose to them that, were nothing short of amazing. They were so wonderful and beautiful, but also very mysterious. They were also, in a way, not that strange. After all, what is so odd about having a friend over to your house, even if that friend is a Seapony?
But I digress. We first met my lord's wife at the beach, I would like to call her by name, but I was told to tell the past as it happened, and we did not yet know her name.
My lord also says to call him Forrest instead of "my lord," as that is his name. Well, as the king commands, for I will always do what Forrest wants no matter what the price could be.
But, as I've started to ramble again, here is the past as it truly happened. I suppose, then, that I should start from the very beginning. The ocean, called Moon Ocean, is where my lord, I mean, Forrest gets his name from. Ever since his first family member was inspired by the moon setting down across the ocean, each king made their official last names 'Ocean Moon.' Even the very first king, Crescent, had done this. But he, just like the rest of his family, liked to be called by only one of his names, never both at the same time.
Moon Ocean feeds into a river, which merges with a larger river that feeds into a sea. This sea is called Lakeside, not because there was no creativity in the name, but because Forrest felt there was no need for something that perfect to be ruined by the image of ponies. There were other possible names, of course, but he felt is was best to name it something simple and harmless.
Forrest and I were wandering around on the shore of Lakeside when we first saw her. She was the most splendid beauty, more amazing than anything else you could see in the world. Oh, how could I ever describe her glory? But, nevertheless, I shall try.
She had the most lovely golden hair that shone like the sun. Though, perhaps I am mistaken since I was nearly blinded by her beauty.
Maybe sand would be better to compare her hair with. But sand can be so dirty, and her hair was completely pure. Not a single speck of dust or dirt to taint her absolute perfection. And her eyes. They were like deep pools of iridescent turquoise, and you couldn't tell where the blue and green began nor where it ended. The only clear thing about them was the vast number of gray specks in her eyes that made her look very wise. On second thought, I cannot recall the exact color of her eyes, but maybe it's that I could never be able to describe their beauty. And who knows if I will ever be able to other than time itself? Oh, what are words but merely the vain attempts of ponies to describe something that can never be experienced again?
As for the rest of her, well, I'm going to leave that to Forrest. After all, I think you would rather hear his thoughts than mine. But, it is quite possible I am wrong and you would rather hear mine. But you will probably hear from both of us many times since we are writing this together.