Two months after the aurora, I fell into a deep depression. I had no friends to talk to, no bronies, nothing. All I did was mope over the computer lying about how awesome it was living on the beach. I had gotten the tattoo, but it felt more like a burden than a source of comfort as I was the only brony I knew in the university. Still, at least I had Luna from the internet to keep me in check. I’ve even got my own plushy version of her, just for comfort.
It was about to be winter break, and have told my parents that I won’t be coming to their house for the break because of some work I had to do. They said they understood, but I could hear the sadness in their voices. Later that night, I went to take a walk on the beach. It’s not that I wanted to; it’s just that I keep hearing that it helps you relax and forget what is stressing you out. I looked up to see if the moon was there, but it wasn’t so I deducted that it was a new moon. I thought of what it would be like up there, but I shook it off as a dream.
Away from any houses, I decided to lie down and look up at the night sky. As usual, I counted the stars. As m y eyes wandered the nighttime sky I saw what looked like a star, but it was getting brighter. I noticed it wasn’t a star, but a meteor. I ran for the nearest cover, a dead log. The sound of the crash wasn’t much, but enough to make you jump still. I looked up from the log to see a small crater in the sand with an object in it. I went to the crater to see what had crashed down. The crater wasn’t hot at all; in fact it was quite cold. This was news to me as the next thing that happened. In the middle of the crater, was a small round rock with an indentation in it of a crescent moon.