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// Octavia - We Were Destined 
// Story: Octavia's Fairy Tale 
// by Psicosis 
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A full grown mare lay on a bed, staring at the ceiling, but she couldn’t see anything. The room was in complete darkness. Her long black mane covering her right eye, she shifted to lean on her side. She looked across the room and could see a cello sitting not too far from her; it’s bow laying by it’s side. 

She sat up, letting her mane fall over her face completely shadowing her eyesight. She picked up a purple bow beside her bed and began to think back the years. Two little fillies playing in a school yard, she couldn’t help, but smile at the memory. 

‘I wonder if you still think of me... My sweetest friend, I haven’t forgotten you... Not for one single moment. I wonder where you are, how you’ve been and I hope life has treated you fair... Remember the promise we made? Remember we would accomplish our dreams together... 

I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, but it’s showtime. I’m in Canterlot playing music that nopony wants to really hear... I have a few fans, but I haven’t come far enough yet. Maybe... Just maybe I’ll see you around my dear friend.’ She thought while getting off her bed and flicking the lamp on beside her bed. 

Light suddenly spread around the room, leaving Octavia to blink furiously trying to adjust her eyes to the new sight. She walked to her cello and began packing it away into a huge case like she had done it million times before. Once she had finished she placed the case on her back, and began walking causing a great discomfort to her spine.

She walked outside her house and shut the door behind her, she looked around and couldn’t help admire the city at night; she thought it looked beautiful. It’s city lights shining in every direction with everyone underneath them going to their destinations, Octavia began to trot to her’s.


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She stood behind a dirty red curtain, her cello standing beside her. She sighed, put on her purple bow and placed the cello’s bow upon it’s strings. The curtain drew open and a spotlight turned it’s attention to her. She looked out across the room and seen it was full of drunks. There was a bar sitting at the back of the room with several shabby ponies surrounding it, those who were not at the bar were sitting at round tables not far from it and with several alcoholic beverages with them. It also didn't help that cigarette smoke filled the room, mixing with the smell of alcohol; it was a terrible smell to her nose.

she let her mane fall over her eyes once more, let one tear fall and tugged the bow across her cello’s strings; letting out a melancholy melody across the room.

‘We were destined for greater things...’