Years.
Has it really been years since I first spotted him?
Little has changed. I grow increasingly more fervent every time I sleep, hoping against hope that I will see him again. I have the recurring dream where I travel across the desert and find the pony town, then I see the orchard he is in. Yet, try as I might, I can never see him amongst all those trees.
He has to exist... I just don’t know where.
What if I knew where he existed? Would I be able to find him? To travel to him? Of course not. I am trapped. I’ve no legs to carry me, no muscles to inch myself along the ground with. What could he possibly hope to see in me, anyway?
Yet, I know there is something. I have felt it just as surely as I now feel my body of stone. There is a tree out there, and he is calling for me.
Fantasy is all I have, isn’t it? It’s where I find myself escaping even now. The world of life all around me is dull and boring, much like I feel I am. Who wouldn’t want to get away from my waking nightmare?
Yet, my dreams seem no less torturous at times. Should I not be allowed to see the one whom I want most in my dreams?
This dream is no different from all the others before it. I am very familiar with this patch of earth, with the locations of these plants. I see them every single day.
I turn around in the desert, but... something is different.
I am at the foot of a tree trunk where there has never been a tree. His leaves are a vibrant green, his lovely fruit a most striking red.
I am in love. Is this what love feels like?
Words whisper through my thoughts, as if he is talking to me. “I will be there soon.”
Then, he disappears and I am left floating on a cloud of pure ecstasy. I touched him. I really touched him.
My root slowly digs its way through compact and hardened earth, weaving its way around small stones and disturbing the ever-curious tiny bugs which inspect and promptly ignore the newcomer to their homes.
I know where I’m going. I just know.
I can feel his presence. Many times, I have had the same dream that takes me from Sweet Apple Acres and into the nearby forest. I watched Oakington’s leaves shudder one final time as he succumbed to the tiny fractures which had accumulated inside him after so many years, their imperfect stitching slowly trickling away what small amount of health he had left. I watched my saplinghood crush entwine with Leaflow, who I once considered a friend—and I couldn’t have asked for a better tree to make her happy. I watched Rustle go through three seasons of drought and continued ignorance from the Apple family (due to producing bad apples last season) as he nearly died of thirst, but managed to hold out until the rains finally came and ended his tragic ordeal.
Yet, I do not wish to return to Sweet Apple Acres—I wish to go further, to find the one who captivates me and makes me feel things I never once believed I would feel for another.
I know I will reach him. I just have to keep... digging.
I don’t know when I lost myself to my dreams again, but they have taken me by surprise tonight.
I realize nothing initially. My dreams usually take me far from Appleloosa, yet tonight I remain here. The only time in my entire life that I have been able to go where I want and do as I please is being marred by my caging even in the world of imagination.
Eventually, I realize that I am dreaming. There is a shape resting against my trunk and no explanation as to how it came to be there, so I know I am imagining its existence. Anything to pull me out of my humdrum world is a wonderful break of monotony.
Wait. What is resting against my trunk?
I shift my focus downward, and the world stands still.
I know it is him, and yet, the world is pulling away from me. I have to say it, before it’s too late.
Say what? That I love him? That I need to feel him, to know he is everything I have ever wanted?
I can’t. Not yet. I need to tell him myself, when he is truly beside me.
I feel a shudder in my real body. I am out of time. I have to say something. I will reassure him.
“I will be there soon.”
My mind snaps back to reality. I am in a dark orchard, surrounded by trees who care nothing for their fellow tree.
I will be with him soon enough. He will forever be worth it.
wot?
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I'm glad I sufficiently surprised you. What, were you expecting a generic SoarinDash, or maybe a TwiPie? I'd rather not write the stories I can already find.
There is a Tom x Bloomberg ship out there, but it's a joke, and I think a true love story can be written between them. This is that proof of concept, and a reminder that love isn't always the thing we expect it to be.
Needless to say, I hope you enjoy it.
This is... well, really, really intriguing once again. I don't think I have ever read a story with this ship. You are certainly crazy.
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I'll actually look into implementing those changes. You're completely right.
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Th-thanks.
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We couldn't be friends if we weren't both crazy.
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I would also contemplate sending this into The Royal Guard (a group) for review and such. It would probably get in right off the bat. There is a really, really good chance.
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I would, but I am a pre-reader for the group (despite not posting tons of Rarity), and that means I need an extra pre-reader for my story.
I also haven't read any kind of go-ahead from management that TRG pre-readers are allowed to submit their stories now; I'll ask Golden Vision when I get a chance.
Still, that means a lot, coming from you. I know you read a lot, and it feels like I've really got something unique and good here to hear you acclaim it so highly.
Oh shit. I'm actually going to read this now.
still not the weardest thing i've seen, nothing compars to that twitrane story. *shivers*
3948208 Go on...
3948256 it's a one shot by blunderbolt in his bed time stories searies.
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Well, it's reassuring to know that this isn't being discounted just because it's different.
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I've never actually heard of Twitrane. It's Twilight and who else?
3948441 a train, you know the one in the opening in S2 and forward
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Ah, Twitrain. That sounds... really bad. Like, really really bad.
I am never going to be curious enough.
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I tried to make the first section a little more showy. You've no idea how difficult it is to give a rock body language.
Wait... what the fuck?
Well.. Um. That was a thing... that happened...
Anyway. I have to hand it to you, I couldn't stop reading it. And it was worth the time.
Got a fave, like and follow from me. Keep up the... good work?
Also; I have to thank 3948025 for sending me this direction.
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Thanks! I hope my future chapters are equally as riveting.
I will say this now: The four tags that I chose for this story were chosen for very specific reasons. I don't intend to leave anyone disappointed.
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That moment when I thought the story was complete.
I'm definitely looking forward to more, though!
The journey is half the fun. It's at times like this I regret my policy of 'one chapter per break.'
*looks at tags*
*looks at smiley face*
*raises eyebrow*
Uh-huh.