What is one day upon the thousands that have already passed? And yet the thousands yet to come. It may seem pretty insignificant, but then again that would mean that the very first day and the very last one mean no more than all the days between. But how could that make any sense? It was beyond me, I wouldn't be what you would call a philosopher. Not that any of that really matters. I mean I guess it could if you wanted it to. Never mind. I stood up looking over the stone wall that overlooked the entire town of Pony Ville below. Pony Ville.. was that one word or two? I couldn't remember seeing any signs around so how did any pony even know what it was called? Maybe it started off being named Horse Town or something, but over time as the first settlers died, ponies began to forget the name.. and then a new name wa- no I'm thinking to much.. It is a rather silly thing. Silly.. silly.. thats what ponies would call me. Not because it was my name, and I don't even think it was for my actions either, I'm not really sure, Im not silly am I? Look there’s a tree over there. I looked up, subconsciously answering my own thoughts with my actions. It sure did look like a tree.. but I would know better! Quickly I picked up my wooden sword and in one swift move, hit the tree as hard as I could.
“Ha.. that should teach you for lurking around here!” I smiled to myself, spitting out the sword, quite pleased with what I had accomplished. I looked closer at the place I had struck the tree, a piece of bark had fallen off. I picked that up in my mouth and quickly brought it back behind the wall. Then holding it between my hooves I held it up to the sun, counting all the holes that allowed light through. Sixteen.. that must mean something.. hmm. Then I quickly disposed of the clue, after adding the number to my memory.
“Hello there!”
I jumped up in surprise, and turned to the sound of the voice. It was Flash Light, age 7 with a milky white coat and a bright gold mane. He had a cutie mark of, who would guess, a flashlight. Gee how do ponies get their names to match up with their marks like that? It never really occurred to me as my cutie mark was simply a golden horse shoe with a four leaf clover on top. You’d think that the two “lucky” objects would cancel out, but eh who believes in luck anyways.
I must have stood there thinking too long as I looked back and saw that Flash Light had disappeared among the bushes on the other side of the stone wall. I looked over the wall again and saw his head pop out of the bushes with something in his mouth.
“Whaf isf dis” he said, speaking around the object in his mouth.
Quickly I recognized it, it was the 16 hole bark I had taken from the tree! How could he have found it so easily? I had to do something quick otherwise he would figure out what was going on.
“Ahm.. well it looks like a piece of tree” I said rather quickly, also realizing my mistake.
“I mean bark.. not like the dog but tree skin.. yeah..”
He spat out the piece of bark and eyed it suspiciously. Poking it a few times with his hoof.
“I like it.” he said with a small smile. Then he jumped out of the bush and headed towards the tree. I sighed slightly and turned back to what I was doing before. You can trust me can’t you? I peeked over the wall again to watch Flash Light. He seemed pretty happy. So I decided to sneak up behind him and take back my sword. Taking it slowly at first, using the tall grass as cover I was able to make it sixteen inches behind him without him even noticing. Then quickly I picked up the sword in my mouth and struck him across the back of the head. He fell quite easily and laid there dazed. I loomed over him before realizing what I had done. Filled with regret I ran back behind the wall and hid. I felt sorry for him. Some older ponies nearby looked up and quickly rushed to his side trying to figure out what had happened. He was fine as it seemed but the uneasiness of it all stuck with me, it was all too sudden and evil. I closed my eyes for a second and then walked over to the ponies. They were all talking.
“What happened here??” That was Flash Light’s mother.
“Im not sure, I think he's unconscious.” A worried voice that came from whats her face. I could never remember.
“Maybe he fell from the tree.” Suggested Shiny, a unicorn oddly fascinated in anything reflective.
Suddenly they all turned towards to me, completely catching me off guard. Their faces went from confusion to quick realization. They picked up Flash Light and hurried off towards Ponyville, which I had finally concluded was only one word.