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// the stormy night 
// Story: Musicnotes story 
// by Musicnotes 
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In the dark woods of White tail woods two ponies wearing brown hoods were carrying a woven basket. They were running away from somepony at a great speed, running as fast as they could, they were running faster than a pony would run during the running of the leaves when the leaves were all the autumn colors of red, orange, and yellow and they would make a crunching sound against their hooves. But it wasn't fall now, it was almost the end of winter and soon to be spring. Most of the sparkly white snow was melted and for the past few days its been on and off storms. The taller of the two was letting the short one holding the basket take the lead as he made sure the ponies chasing them would not be able to catch up. They took twists and turns trying to lose the ponies but they were not able to. A group of ponies dressed in dark armor appeared suddenly in front of them. The leader who wore a red dragon symbol on his armor, his voice was deep. "Drop the basket if you know whats good for you foolish ponies." The smaller one of the two brown hooded ponies spoke. Her voice sounded angry. "We will not. We will not let you have our little one." The leader chuckles. "You really believe we just stop. You both know who we are and what we can do." A pony from the groups horn glowed red as shot a fire ball at a near by tree. The taller hooded pony looked at the smaller one. "Run now!" The two started running, they were going through shortcuts and escaping any way they could. They were able to out run them but they had no clue how long.


Soon after what seemed like hours of running through the diamond dogs hideout in the mountain mines they looked at the sky. Dark storm clouds were forming and many ponies were still chasing them. The taller one looked up with a worried look on his face. "We must hurry my dear they are catching up to us again and we don't want them to have her." The smaller one said in a quite voice. "I know but we first must head to the library first you know that." Soon the basket made a quite cry. The smaller of the two put the basket down and looked at the little filly that was inside. "My little one you must be quite please." The smaller one looked at the other one. The taller one knew what she was going to do. He opened his bag and pulled out some ear plugs. "Go ahead." He said as he put them in. The smaller one nodded and started to sing a song. The words were hard to understand but sounded beautiful. She watched as her little filly fell asleep. "You can take out the earplugs dear." He took them out and smiled. "So do you think that she would really have you gift of song dear." She smiled and replied. "I know I can tell. Im just glad that if she does the song wont affect her when she is older. Now come we must hurry." He grabbed the basket and followed her. Soon after hours of more running, they ended up by the library. The smaller one took out a note. She looked at the taller one. "Please watch her. I will be as quick as I can." He nods. "I will protect her with my life you know that for sure." She ran inside to leave it and came out a minute later.


They ran in an another direction while the storm started. They were by a river about a few yards away from a farm in a place known as New Saddle. It seemed like a nice farm there was lots of land, that crops could easily grow and it seemed like the last place anypony would come looking for the little filly in the basket. The rain was pouring hard and the little filly was wailing loudly, the baby blue blanket was getting soaked. The two ponies put the basket on the ground. "We are sorry we wish there was another way." They said as they left the wailing filly,both of them wiped away their tears as they hurried away. In the old farm house that looked as if it was past down from generation to generation with its patched up roof and the dusty curtains that hung in the windows, lived two earth pony farmers. They were in the kitchen when suddenly they heard the sound of crying. The mare named Mrs. Dandelion Veggie had light brown coat with a dark purple mane and a celery shaped cutie mark was cooking dinner when she heard it. "Honey it sounds like somepony is crying lets go look." Mr. Soy Veggie has a silver coat and a blue mane, his cutie mark was a tractor, got up from his chair. "Ok dear lets go." They followed the crying and searched by the river. When they got there they saw a woven basket with the words Musicnotes and a date, inside the basket was a little blue pony with wings and a horn with a baby blue blanket on her. They were shocked, they couldn't believe that somepony would leave a helpless foul by its self. Mrs. Veggie said, "We cant just leave her." Mr Veggie nodded. "Your right we must raise her as if she was ours."

Mrs. Veggie picked up the basket and went inside She dried off Musicnotes. "Shes beautiful you know with her wings and horn its pretty amazing." Mrs. Veggie started to rock her back and forth in her hooves. Mr. Veggie moved the basket. "Yes she is and now she is our little Musicnotes." From then on they raised her but for the fist few months things were tough. The little alicorn filly loved to fly around the house day and night. She would teleport anywhere she wanted like one moment she would be in her crib and the next she would be on the roof. The Veggies knew they would have their hooves full but they didn't care. They loved her and they would make sure they would tell her the truth when she got older.