Pony Perspective: Wavy Blue(Original Character-Me)
Faction: Risers
Year 2 WT
"Sometimes I wonder why I was called Wavy Blue...I mean, I have never seen anything blue in my life except flowers. My coat is not even blue!" I glanced down at my green coat, shaking my smooth purple mane around. My flank bore a snapped white carrot.
"Yeah, I can understand that," a pure white mare whispered into my ear. Her mane was really strange and often got glances from other ponies who passed by. It was also purple but it was clear and sparkled. Sometimes I got transfixed by those mesmerizing patterns in her mane.
"PIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" My ears perked upwards at the sound of my aunt. She always makes the greatest pies. I got up and rushed over. I vaguely heard the mare chasing behind me. We stumbled into the doorway and collapsed on the floor giggling. "What are you, foals? Come on in, the pie is getting cold!"
The mare and I sat down at the table, licking our muzzles in anticipation of the pie. My aunt trotted over, the steaming pie floating in her purple telekinetic grasp. A purple hoof laid down plates for the three of us before placing the pie down. I whooped when I saw that it was apple pie, my favorite. Both of us waited impatiently as my aunt made a dramatic show of cutting the pie and placing it on the plates with as much flourish as she could manage. And she can do tons of flourish. Once the pie was on the plate, we both grabbed the pie and shovelled it down and humbly asked for more when it was done.
"My my, 5 minutes? Eh, still haven't beaten my record," my aunt gave us more pie and sat down to eat hers. As usual, she complained on how bland it was and every time, I didn't understand what she was talking about. It was delicious!
Barely half an hour in and the pie was already gone. We all sighed contentedly and rested in our chairs for the next 30 minutes, "do you want go outside again?" I turned to the mare and nodded.
We yelled our byes to my aunt and charged outside. We tussled in the soft grass like the foals we weren't. We played many games like hide and seek, tag, and I spy. The sun was dipping below the horizon when we finally stopped. We collapsed on a grassy hill with a lonesome tree. We cuddled together and watched the sunset making beautiful colors.
Then the sun exploded and the mare screamed as she turned to ashes in my hooves.
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I woke up in a cold sweat. This was the fourth time this week I had that dream. That unnamed white mare. My aunt. Apple pie. It always ends with explosions.
"Sarge! The Allies have taken the South Trench!"