//------------------------------// // Our new Cutiemarks // Story: Burst your bubble // by Verzeih Turncoat //------------------------------// The school house was wild the next day. The Cutiemark Crusader have gotten their cutiemarks over night. The fillies and colt watched in awe but with a single question in mind. The teacher - Miss Cheerilee - hold her wine-colored hoof in front of her muzzle. The same question lingering on her tongue, but unsure how to approach it. Having multiple foals getting there cutiemark is one thing, you just split the class so each of them can show and tell about their special talent and the epiphany that has come with the cutiemark. But having THREE fillies getting cutiemarks that are practical the same at the same night... A pink filly looked down on them asking about it straight out. "So Bubblemark Crusader. What do you do?" The three fillies looked at each others realising that they had no idea what their cutiemarks meant. "Ah dunno" Miss Cheerilee broke her silence as she heard Applebloom say that: "How can you not know? It´s your cutiemark. You must know why you got it. Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo what about you?" The fillies shook their heads. The teacher was aghasted. Downright frightened for the fillies who did not understand why. Miss Cheerliee had some foals over the years that seemed to not interpreted their cutiemarks right - she herself had gotten her cutiemark wrong for a long time - but they all had a vague idea. Dinky sat behind her desk. The only pony not interested in any Cutiemark Stories, besides she knew this particular already. Cheerilee tried to help their pupils asking them how they got their marks. "...remember what you did. How you feeled as you got you cutiemarks. Recall every detail." The Cutiemark Crusaders were silent, pondering, starting to belief they did a terrible mistake. The mare faced Sweetie Belle directly: "Sweetie Belle, how did your horn react?" The filly was quite. She should have felt something in her horn when her cutiemark on her flank appeared? Cheerilee was shocked none of them had experienced the tranquil moment of an epiphany. The moment when everything seems to make sense. The moment a foal realized that it was not about a symbol on your rump. It was lost for them, forever. "Miss Derpy" - Sweetie Belle ask the grey pegasus on her route from house to house - "Have you ever regret to get your cutiemark this way?" The walled eye mare put the letters in the mailbox. "Why would I?" "Miss Cheerilee seemed pretty puzzled..." "Cheerilee is always puzzled." "Really?" Derpy Hooves smiled genuinely at the little unicorn. "Don´t worry I never had a problem with my cutiemark." Dinky´s little hooves knocked at the castle door. As nopony opened she entered the hallway on her own. "Miss Twilight? Are you there?" She strived towards the throne room occasionally asking for the princess. A little purple and green dragon opened a door a little before her. "Twilight is not here. Can I help you... uhm... Dinky was it, right?" "That´s correct, Mister Spike. I wanted to ask if it is okay for me to use her library." Spike waved her to come along. Dinky Hooves was a very calm and friendly pony, Spike had never seen her upset about anything and she comes often to sit down in the library for hours. Rarely speaks to anypony. They reached the big room in no time. Dinky went to a shelf to the right then sighed. "What´s the matter?" "Reshelfing Day... Mister Spike, what system did Miss Twilight this time?" Spike rolled his eyes. How does Twilight expect anypony to keep track with that. "Let´s see... -" He scratched his head with his claw trying to remember. "-I think it was: Age group over Subject over Author." Dinky looked at the books in the shelf to get a vague idea and swooped down the gangway. Spike ran after her, found her pulling out a giant book with her magic. He looked around, they where in the adult section of the library. "I don´t think you should be here. Better put that back on the shelf", he said - putting his claw on the greenish leather cover to prevent the filly from openning it. Her golden eyes rest on him as she spoke: "It´s a history book. I would like to continue reading it." Spike looked at the title -The three Generations of Desperation - by... Spike gulped, this book was written by an author he knew far to well. He really don´t wanted the young filly to read this book, but it was JUST a history book. This contemporary witness had described all the hideous and despicable actions of ponykind and herself. This book covers the darkest times in pony history. It was a confession written by Princess Celestia.