//------------------------------// // Ink // Story: The Scarlet Pages // by Wordless Prism //------------------------------// Forgive me I ran out of ink, I’m using some black stones I found in the corner, there not very good, but, oh well. On with the story. Working in secret, lady cloud spared no expense in getting everything perfect. From the lines on the ebony floor, to being outside in the light of a crescent moon. Finally the last things she needed was to take the flowers of the oak, and the flowers of the broom, the flowers of the meadowsweet, and one dozen red roses. From this she said the proper words, did the math, and poured out her magic. From the ingredients, matter was formed from a wall of fire and dust. From the ashes I rose up my head. I knew nothing, could say nothing, I didn’t have a language in my head to even think. The first thing I saw was Octavia, she was yelling at Lady Cloud in words I didn’t know. I couldn’t understand anything around me but, I started to sense the emotions coming from this thing that was making loud noise. I felt anger, fear, sadness, frustration, and I didn’t like it. With tears in my eyes I walked up to the first one I saw and hugged it. When it stopped in surprise, I was overtaken with peace, it was so warm, and there was a thump that was soothing to hear. I don’t remember it, but apparently I fell asleep on her. Octavia then had to carry me to her house, and lead me in her bed. Now, I feel I can describe what I look like, and what I am made out of. The flowers that were mentioned earlier are my body. The flowers of the oak are my mane and tail, the broom and oak my wings ‘that don’t work by the way’ the meadowsweet is my coat, and my eyes and ears the red of the rose. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________- _____________--------____________ OK that’s much better, sorry for the scratch marks on the page, the rocks weren’t working and I lost my temper. It’s just this whole place that makes me angry. I’m using some crunched rose pedals from my ears to make red ink, don’t worry it doesn’t hurt more than a pinch, and they grow back in a day anyway. Bigger lacerations take way longer to heal, and fire kills me instantly. The fire evaporates the water in my pedals to quickly, after that I’m doomed. As the days went on Lady Cloud was tried for illegal magic’s, and put somewhere I don’t know, we never talked about it so I never asked. Of course then there was me, I being equal to a toddler, latched on to Octavia for safety. They didn’t know what to do with me, some said I was an abomination and should be destroyed. Others said to lock me away for study, or just to be rid of me. But something grew within the heart of Octavia pushing her to stand up for me, something started to fill her up her heart. and trough many days and weeks of legal halabolu i don't understand, she was able to have custody over me, and became my legal guardian. Later on I asked what she meant by "Something had started to fill her up her heart." And to that she told me a story. She said. “Long ago there was a stallion, who did many sinful things, because of these things he had a demon within him. However, one day he wished to change and become clean, so he repented his wrongs to all he had hurt. He eventually expelled the demon from his body and was clean, and so he went back to his home. However, despite all that was said to him by others, when they told him to change his ways, they never told him that when the demon left, it would leave a hole where it once was. He felt empty and lost, and because of this, the demon came back. Not only did the demon come back, he brought several of his friends along with him. Therefore, the stallion went back to his evil ways.” At the time I didn’t know what she meant by all that, but now I do. Now I know that she had a hole in her heart, and she wasn’t filling it up with anything. Until I came along and she had something to take care of, something that would die if not for her. Of course that makes me basically a glorified dog, but, aren't all children like that? Which is honestly what I became to her, she saw me as something that needed her help to live, and I saw her as the only thing that I cloud trust. She started to teach me how to speak, eat on my own and be independent. She told me that when she truly started to feel like my adopted mother, was when I awoke from a terrible nightmare one night. I was sick, and in a lot of pain. She held me until I calmed down, then played me a song on her cello. After the beautiful song 'that would become my nightly lullaby', I was extremely tiered but not all the way asleep, and so she sang to me until I fell into slumber. I don’t know music well so as to wright what the tune is. 'Yes I know, the son of THE Octavia is not good at remembering and writing music, that doesn't mean I can't play or read music.' Anyway, I remember the words to this day. They were the words of Princess Luna to her sister, upon her return from the moon. She sang “I have returned, I have come home. These lessons I’ve learned, to sit on the throne. As days go by, I take it in. You and I still cry because of my sin. Remember me? Remember me? Remember me, I was always there. Waiting carefully, in heaven somewhere. There once was two hearts, under a velvet sky. They held each other close, as they watched the world round them die. Remember me how I used to be, please think of me, how you wanted me to be. I watched you grow, you watched me learn, and we lean on each other in return; as we watch the world round us burn. You watched me stumble, you saw me fall. But now we have each other, and that is all. Do you remember me?” As she held me in her arms, she remembered something her father said to her long ago, as he held one of her cousins. “The sign of complete trust from a child, is if they feel comfortable enough to fall asleep while you hold them.” He had told her. It was then that she saw me as her own small child, and the hole inside her stated to fill up. Then we moved to Ponyville.