Red
My name is Silver Spoon. When most ponies look at me, they see some rich filly who is best friends with Diamond Tiara. Yeah, so I’m rich. I’m also confident, intelligent, and, if I must say so, pretty darn good-looking.
But that’s not what makes me unique. You see, I have this special power. I can see when a pony is going to die.
It’s more of a sixth sense, really. My eyes allow me to see aura of every pony around me. I don’t remember when it started happening or why I’m the only pony that’s even aware of it. I just look at a pony and I can tell when they are going to die.
Okay, so many I don’t know exactly when they are going to die. What I can see, though, is their aura.
So, it’s sort of like this. When I look at ponies, I usually see them surrounded in a bright green glow. This means they will live a long life as the color is reminiscent of nature in the summer. Green grass and trees, vibrant, full of hope and future. I quickly grew bored of seeing their aura. Like I care whether or not that filly grows up to start her own family or that stallion lives to a ripe old age. How does that affect me? Why should I care?
Then, I began to notice something different. Some ponies did not have a green aura at all. Theirs was a shade brighter, more yellow. I didn’t understand what this meant. At first, nothing happened. The ponies I saw with this yellow glow looked no different than any other. But as time went on, I began to notice something.
These “yellow” ponies began to die a lot sooner.
The first time I understood the relevance of the yellow glow, was when the wife of one of my father’s business associates passed away. We were attending an event in Vanhoover when I first introduced to the mare in question. She was beautiful, all decked out in her finery, a trophy wife if I ever saw one. Her aura was a bright yellow; the sort of color you’d see on those traffic lights in big cities like Manhattan just before the light changed. Like a…warning.
Just two weeks later, I heard she died in a terrible airship accident. It was all over the news.
I started to pay attention more after that. Once I noticed the yellow aura around ponies, I took note and began to notice a pattern. These ponies, no matter how healthy, no matter how successful, would die long before they reached old age. The cause was usually an accident, someone who didn’t look both ways before crossing a street, or a slip on the staircase.
Once I realized what this meant, it wasn’t long before I began introducing myself to them. I wanted to learn their names, their backgrounds, just enough information to surmise how he or she would meet their end. It usually happened in a few weeks, but others died just days after we’d met. Needless to say, I found the yellow aura to be far more entertaining.
And that’s when I noticed the final aura.
The phrase “seeing red” comes to mind. Unlike the first two auras, this new red color is a neither vivid nor radiant. It is simply a thin outline that clings the edges the unfortunate mare or stallion. Unlike the yellow aura, pony won’t die by some tragic accident.
Those encased in the red aura were going to be murdered.
These “red” ponies were few and far between as Equestria is a safe country, after all. Murder was almost unheard of and usually the stuff of fiction and history class. To say I was thrilled would be an understatement. Unlike the yellow aura, I didn’t have time to contemplate new and creative deaths, only surmise that those in red would meet their demise at the hooves of some crazed maniac, escaped convict, or monster. Living in a small community at the edge of the Everfree Forest, the last one was not far-fetched. Ponyville attracted danger like moths to a flame.
Still, we were pretty safe, and I never caught a glimpse of the red aura while in Ponyville. We were a tight-knit group. Every pony knew every pony else. It was the town of friendship.
That’s why when, on the first day of school, I nearly jumped out of my chair I saw it.
I had been the first one to arrive. Diamond Tiara was running a little late and I began to get annoyed. I looked outside the window, thinking of how that cute colt I met the other day would meet his end after seeing his yellow aura. It would probably be something sports-related. He had seemed the athletic type. He’d probably snap his neck or suffer some serious head trauma. Given the recklessness of colts, I’d given him about two days, three tops, before he died.
The door opened and, one by one, my classmates began to file in.
Finally, I thought. The first day was always boring, especially with…
“Howdy there, Silver Spoon,” said Apple Bloom from across the room.
I opened my mouth, but not to say “hi.” The filly’s body was encased in a red outline. She smiled at me, oblivious to her fate. I could not believe it. Apple Bloom? Here? In Ponyville? How?
Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were not far behind. Laughing at some private joke, the two were completely oblivious to the fact that they were both glowing red. More students began to enter, one after the other. Pipsqueak, Rumble, Snips, Snails, Twist, Featherweight, Aura, Sunny Daze, Peachy Pie…Diamond Tiara.
All of them were encased in the same red line. Each of them. Laughing. Complaining. Oblivious.
I didn’t hear Diamond Tiara as she sat down next to me. I couldn’t stop looking at the aura which hung around her like bloody skin. Our classmates began to take their seats. My head went from one to the other, my mouth hanging open, my heart tremoring.
That’s when I noticed the window. The aura appeared pink in the glass, like rotten meat, but there was no doubt that it was my own face in that glow. I was seeing red alright. My reflection trembled as reality began to settle in.
“Silver Spoon,” Diamond’s voice caught my attention. “What is wrong with you?”
How could I tell her? What could I tell her? I didn’t share this gift with anyone. No. Not a gift. A curse.
Miss Cheerilee stepped through the door, her eyes downcast, her aura, a sickly shade of green. She closed the door behind her and smiled. “Good morning, class.”
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Quite a twisted end... I like it!
Yes... I remember that story. Such a beatiful garden.
Plz continue!
9167122
Though I think my ending is far more merciful.
9167127
Like to keep you guessing. :pinkie happy:
You may want to fix that typo...
A good story, though.
9167291
Thanks. I fixed the typo.
BC
This story didn't have the impact for me that I was expecting. I read the comments and caught the ending might be an allusion to Cheerilie's Garden, which may have been the intention, but as I've not read it, I did not get that. I don't know the story of Cheerilie's Garden, so I suppose the colt truly was going to die accidentally and that Cheerilie is apparently a discriminating killer in that story?
Reading the "sickly" adjective brought to my mind a different intention: Cheerilie arrives and carries some disease (innocuous to her) she's going to inadvertently communicate to the class that is developed to wipe them out (a la FOXDIE in Metal Gear Solid). The disease, apparently, developed by someone more insidious.
Also, the red fell short for me because surely Silver Spoon should have seen a mirror earlier in her life (day, even) that would have tipped her off. Granted, the imminence for the yellow glowers was variable, but there was no indication as to imminence for the red.
9167238
It's kind of hard to have a less merciful ending than Cherrylee's Garden, really. I liked this tsory. It's short, concise, and just unsettling enough.
9167431
To add to my remarks, this story was very “tell-y” for me. Heavy on stipulating the story’s core concept (somepony capable of vaguely seeing the future lifespans and causes of their ends) without actually setting scenes, atmospheres, or showing much action. I also get very little deeper meaning from the tale. It feels like a concept slapped onto pony characters with a vague threat left looming at the end.
9167431
Hi. . Actually, the story has absolutely nothing to do with Cheerilee's Garden. It's based off the creepy pasta story of the same name. Sorry you didn't enjoy it, but thanks for reading.
9167498
Well, I appreciate the clarification. Thank you for sharing your work.
damn that was good
That was a good story, but keep in mind that anyone who hasn't heard of "Cheerilee's Garden" would be totally lost.
9167861
Thank you.
9167930
Since a few people have made that assumption, I've added a note in the intro.
Not having actually read Cheerilee's Garden, I must ask: Why would somebody confuse those two stories?
9175383
It has to do with the ending. Look up a summary of Cheerilee's Garden and you'll understand.
I take it then that Silver prevents Cheerilee's Garden from occuring?
9190727
Please see my note in the summary.
9191062
Oops. I feel silly now.
9191062
Oops. I feel silly now.
9191062
Oops. I feel silly now.
9191062
Sorry. I've no idea why it posted my comment thrice.
9191151
LOL. Don't worry about it.
Cheerilee killing them would be too obvious. I say some unicorn goes rogue with their magic, and blasts the school, barely missing Cheerilee.
That's it?....Well it is creepy
9559865
A very short story. But I'm glad it was...creepy.
Cherilee confirmed school shooter
I thought immediately sickly green meant it was slowly giving way to yellow.
Yikes, Cheerilee. You gonna sacrifice them to save yourself, right? Not actually kill them, right?
I can see why people may think it's a prelude to Cheerilee's garden.
Cheerilee's had enough of everypony's shit, so it would seem. Good for her, good for her. I mean, not so good with the whole child murder, but. Y'know.
Thumbs up from me, very nice.
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Thanks!
Ooo I rly like this idea, I love that you used sliver spoon for it! It was a great twist when she saw what she saw