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// The Ray of Hope 
// Story: 11 
// by Thunder--Dash 
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"But I want to fly! It's been my lifelong dream to take to the skies! I don't wanna die and have never flown with my own wings!" Scootaloo cried out as I hugged her. 

I sighed, for I knew it was tough. I wasn't going to give up. The nights had been mostly clear with a lot of stars. However, the last shooting star was reported more than a year ago, which turned out to be a comet that landed in a desolate place. 

"I-it's tough Scootaloo. I as a human envy living things that are able to fly. I can't even grow wings myself...that's only something that could happen in dreams...but look at you...you're a pegasus and yet..." 

I stopped, hugging Scootaloo as a tear cascaded down my eye. I thought and thought. I had heard of people performing prayers and rituals, but have also read the dangers of doing said rituals. I sighed. 

"At whatever cost..." I said to myself. 

I pulled out my laptop and searched up "wish ritual". There were a bunch of different sites that popped up. However, the one thing that they all had in common was that they all dealt with devils and demons. There was absolutely no way that I was going down that path, for both Scootaloo and I would be in jeopardy. Then...something caught my eye..."11 Miles". I decided to click it. I was taken to a site where the instructions were laid out. Apparently, if someone had a deep desire, they would have to go to a certain road and drive 11 miles...but it wasn't going to be easy. I looked up. 

"Scootaloo...I may have just struck gold..."