Prologue - A Lullaby
Those fleeting melodies recalled in my memory.
It was the dead of the night when I sat up in bed. Their twilight harmonies rang out deeply and profoundly in my heart when no one else remembered them. By their soothing peaceful tones, my heart stilled, calm and clement, yet resolute to suffer neither storm nor tempest. A feeling rose in my chest. It was warm and fuzzy, and I couldn't contain it... I had to get out.
The cuckoo clock on the wall chimed just an hour before midnight. It was already so late, yet hearing those two downstairs bickering over trifles actually meant the night was anything but dead. The correction made me chuckle as I reached for a rusty xylophone, the meager scrap they had scrounged from the dump for me. It was a battered and nearly broken thing, and yet I couldn't thank them enough for this one gift.
Lifting the window open with a hoof, I shimmied up over its sill. The drop from the window was not too far in spite of my height. Touching down on dew-dropped grass, I hastened my little hooves up the hill by our house on the edge of Ponyville.
Cresting its peak, I sat myself on the low-lying bow of the lone tree that grew there. A beautiful rural township, it was, and it opened up to me over a great deal of my sight. The view I gazed upon was aplenty with the heart, unity, cheer and all of the muchness of its residents, rustic as they were. Up above, the stars were arranged in numerous arrays and the moon casted a warm glow as it hung the cold evening air. With naught an obscuring cloud in its expanse, the night mare's sky was even more so beautiful...if only a twinge forlorn. My only companion now was a genteel breeze that hung in the air, rustling the leaves of the tree I sat under with its gossamer touch. As comforting as it was, a slight sorrow in the night sky was palpable...at least to me it was.
It was her, wasn't it? The night mare had been through so much herself. A solace would do her good, do the both of us good. It was ever so good to share. Sticking my chest out and straightening my back, I steadied my fetlock over a rusted key and cleared my throat to prepare.
As faithfully as I could recall and as sincerely as I could play, I began and hummed along...
I offered for us, this evening, a lullaby.
AN[170610]
*Putting the Prologue in the long description was a 'testing the waters' move on my part. I don't have a good enough long description ATM, though I could manage the tagline, which I thought was pretty sweet. The rules/guidelines say I'm not supposed to do that, but I've read a lot of shit that's slipped through their nets. So I'm checking if who ever approves this will let it slide. The Prologue isn't too long after all, so yeah...
MEA MAXIMA CULPA, KYRIE ELEISON!!! 
*So it's been approved and they were fine with the Prologue being in the long description. If enough people request it, I will transfer it into its own proper chapter. And thank you, all of you who come to read my story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.
AN[170709]
I might change the prologue and transfer it to a proper chapter. Looking for a reply from the author whose story helped inspired this in some small part.
AN[260717]
So after consulting a friend, I've written down a proper description and moved the prologue into its own chapter. Sorry about the false update guys. And planning has mostly been going well. Chapter 4 should be out within the next 2 weeks at most.
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The second sentence of the third paragraph felt disjointed to me, but I think I can narrow it down to a single, confusing, seemingly out of place word 'muchness'. Overall this prologue describes what the character is feeling by what they see and not what they are actually seeing that makes them feel this way. It is an unorthodox direction to go. Perhaps it will work for you, perhaps not. We shall see.
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That's me, right there. At some random point of the day, a stray thought or a ghost of an emotion overwhelms my thought process and I start coming off as weird to people around me.
And yeah, that was intentional
a meager thing that Levy managed to scrounge up for me -- Who is Levy? I'm not saying to say who they are, but perhaps replacing a name with a relation would work. 'A meager thing that my friend/mother/girlfriend/stranger managed...' Make sense?
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Now I remember what that nagging in the back of my mind was. There was a power outage that came up while I was editing my stuff. I panicked because I was working on MS word, and I was so relieved it autosaved my work I forgot to edit this part. This was supposed to be changed a month ago. Thanks for bringing it up.
Finer details, little mistakes. What fun! I'll have to look at what the tags are, but this seems to be something that will be very entertaining. How, exactly, you are doing those AN's is beyond me, yet that is just an afterthought. The thing I really question is that lower word count. You say you are "introvert as all fuck" but that certainly can't cover it. Whenever I get around to chapter one, if it is good, I'll see if others want to read it.
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Thanks for dropping by, I appreciate it. I'm putting a lot of effort into this. I've planned to make this at least 300k long, though by my guesstimates of the latest chapter, we're currently at around 20% or so. And in case you're the type who heavily invests MLP and its cast, there's a glimpse of it at the end of chapter 2 and the 1st real chapter featuring Ponyville is chapter 4. If you do decide to continue reading, I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved penning it all down!