//------------------------------// // Quill // Story: The Scarlet Pages // by Wordless Prism //------------------------------// Mom kept me hidden for some time when we moved. Because of this she fell behind on her payments for the house. As fate would have it mom met a mare by the name of Vinyl Scratch, they were fast friends, despite their clear differences, I never meat Vinyl at first, because when she was over I was not allowed to come down the stars. However, one night mom was out preforming, and Vinyl Scratch came to the house and was a 'little' tipsy. She found me after knocking the door down, ‘literally’ and then started to attack me because I was, quote “weird looking, and in my friend’s house, steeling stuff.” After telling her who I was it was clearly a misunderstanding. After this she apparently thought I was the most adorable thing ever and crushed me in a hug. When mom got home she and my new Ante V' had a long talk, most of which I couldn’t hear because I was being snuggled to death by a partly drunk mare. Ante V' moved in when she herd we were having a hard time with money, and this helped mom a lot. Mom was happier when Ante V' was around, she smiled more and that was a big impact on her work to create new music. However, as time went on I found that I was alone nearly all day, Ante V' would sleep a lot in the day, and mom worked 10 to 12 hour days. I was not allowed to go outside because the pony’s in town “won’t understand.” As Ante V' said. So I stayed inside for months at a time, I learned much from both my mom and Ante. They had fights and sometimes the fights were about me, and that always seemed to hurt the most of all. I never knew what about 'me' they were fighting about, and they never said my name outright, but i knew they were talking about me. And I always felt like I had done something wrong, no matter how many times they said otherwise. After a while I started to grow curious about the outside world, and so I went outside without my adopted parent’s knowing. I got caught a few times and became a little infamous in Ponyville, they all thought I was a juvenile teen sneaking around. That is until I fell through the roof of one Element of Kindness Miss Fluttershy. What can I say, I wanted to see her critter friends. Said critters ran in a panic, and the sticks that are my back legs were broken and I was bleeding sap. Then all of a sudden my legs fixed themselves, and all I heard was a strange snap. I turned around and that’s when I first met him, taller than the ceiling itself, and a mismatch of too many animals. The lord of chaos himself, Discord. Discord, I will never forget what he taught me that day, alas I I’m tired and don’t feel very well. Therefore, I am going to try to sleep, good night my journal. I lay in bed tossing and turning, steam ripples off my brow and I have already unloaded the contents of my stomach on the floor a few times. Something is wrong, but not just with my body. I don’t know what but I feel like the end is near. White hot blades of fear stab my mind, then all at once I feel a magic surge. My eyes cloud over and I see… I can see her… A female form walks toward me, shrouded in a misty mourning. She turns toward me and her eyes open, lightning shoots through me. My heart begins to beat, the thump pounding in my being. I can see and feel my veins pulsing again and again. My eyes go dark and I can feel it, like a lump in my chest I can feel her coming closer. I don’t know who or what she is as I feel her soul coming nearer. With her teeth ground jagged, senses and claws sharp like spears. ‘Thump, thump.’ Echoes my heart in pain. Eyes as piecing as the sun through shadows, the hunting silence after the siren song comes. Thump Sleek and proud she walks, not black but death in her coat. ‘Thump, thump, thump.’ Oh when it falls down, when breath is held. Thump The thunder applause in concussion sound, when cheers and tears meld. Why must it hurt so badly? How could something so pretty be so sad? I hate it, I hate it, and I want it to stop! Yet I know that when it’s over it's all I’ll be dreaming of. Thump, thump. Night oh Day, why have you forsaken me? Where is the cold with its chill? Where is the morning with its mist? The teary eye without the dew? Gone is the dust without the ancient story? Forsaken is the fairy tale without the adventure? Screaming at the speed of sound, yet I’ve not the strength to stand. Cold, cold, in the dark. Want less, lifeless, deep, deep in the cold. And so here I ask again, on the fallen day’s dawn. Night oh Day, why have you forsaken me? Peace, and roaring darkness. My vision steels to black, and I fall to slumber..... 'she' is coming.