Well, now i know a lot of you are going to be dissapointed..... but this is it. the end of our tale, and an ending i've been planning since the start. I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as i did writing it, and who knows? there might be a sequel for this. we'll see.
“Daddy?”
“Yes my son?”
“What does any of that have to do with how you met mommy?” asked the young colt. He had been curious as to just how his parents met, and asked his father. What he had received was a tale of romance, adventure, and mistakes made. His father laughed.
“Well, I think I’ll let you figure that one out on your own.” said his father, getting up and trotting towards the kitchen. “So darling, what’s for dinner today?”
“fruit salad. Ya know, ah don’t think he’s quite ready fer that story. He’s only six.” said the colts mother. Every time the colt had asked her for the story, she had told him no. but this time, she had told him to ask his father, so he did.
“Well, it’s usually best to sate curiosity early, that way it does not grow into something else.” said the father, using his magic to steal a piece of fruit from the bowl and pop it into his mouth.
“Ya know, that excuse don’t really work in this situation.” she said, hoofing him in the shoulder. “That’s fer takin’ mah fruit.”
“Ow! well, no matter. I told him the story…. All that remains is to see if he can figure it out….” said the father, rearing up and stretching out before planting his hooves on the ground again. And that’s when the waiting ended.
“Papa! You’re the druid!” said the colt, running into the kitchen, an excited look on his face.
“Oh, an’ ah get no recognition? Thanks a lot fer tellin’ both ends’a the story there, Fang.” said the child’s mother, hoofing her husband in the shoulder again.
“Hey! That’s my bad shoulder there! Yes, my son, I was the druid. That burst of light? It made me into a pony. And that’s why you’re a unicorn, just like me.” he said, ruffling his sons mane. “and that’s why the farm has been so productive lately to. And I get no love for it at all.” he said sarcastically.
“No love, eh? That’s not what ya said last night.” said his wife jokingly.
“Please, darling, not around Apple Fang. He’s far to young for that kind of talk.” said the colt’s father very seriously. “Anyway, my son, it will be a while before dinner is done, so why don’t you go finish your schoolwork? I would hate to have my ramblings get you a failing grade.” he said to his child, who then nodded and went off to his room. He sighed contentedly and looked around his home. It was nothing fancy, but it was home. And that was all he needed. He turned to go outside and help his brother in law bring in the harvest, and took a look at his flank. No matter how many times he saw it, his cutie mark always amazed him.
A single fang, inside a heart shaped Apple.