The Encounter
It was another quiet and peaceful walk like any other. I had decided to take the longer root since the moon was full. I loved how it hovered above me casting a glow brighter then other nights.
The shadows would consume most everything in sight. I'm a bit embarrassed to say but i find that i am more comfortable in the night. Its not that I'm a vicious monster or anything. But the busy streets crowded with people and the roar of the other ponies make me anxious and nervous. At night, all is calm.
I walked along the edge of the evergreen forest just close enough to hear an owl or two but far enough not to be engulfed by its sinister trees. The grass is taller here since no pony would ever work near the forest due to scary storys and frightening tales of the things that go bump in the night.
The grass would brush against my hooves and send chills down my spine. I enjoy the feeling, which is why ii love taking this root.
I headed down my usual path taking in the summer nights views. The tall trees rustling through the winds, A few woodland creature scurrying about here and there, and the shimmering stars reflecting against the waters. I breathed in the
fresh air of the morning. I could feel the sun's heat looming over my backside. It was slowly creeping up behind me. only a slight golden orange ray in the corners of my eyes could be seen and i realized i had been out all night again.
I chastised myself for there was no way i was getting any sleep. i had the meeting in town hall when the sun was half way up. Just the typical rants of concerned ponies giving there opinions and ideals. It was rather boring
but Rainbow Dash had requested i do something involving other ponies.
We were good friends at a young age but ever since we each got our cutie marks and found our one special talent we've sadly grown apart. Dashie with her colorful rainbow nuzzled in a cloud cutie mark somehow symbolized her love of flying. i never really got it. but she assured me it "Was all good!"
I was plastered with a beautiful blue bead with a length of sewing string laced through it. I always loved beads and the variety of colors they held. And the amazing crafts you can do is awe strikingly infinite. So you can always find me with beads intertwined in my mane for a look thats totally special and me.
I shook my head bringing my mind back to my day plans. After the meeting i need to go to the spa with Cheerilee. Her other friend bailed on her and i was just passing by when she saw me and asked me to come with her. i was reluctant at first but Cheerilee has a way of getting what she wants. maybe it was that smile or her kind nature but i can never say no to her.
But the thought of going wasn't very exciting. I could see it now unfolding in my head. We would be greeted by Savvy Dee and Feeble dum the two ponies who run the spa. they look very similar. One has a pink mane and blue fur while the other is opposite. I wonder if they did that on purpose?
They do have the ability to change a mares hair color. I never found any use to it. Why change anything about myself. i'm perfect the way i am. but whatever. They would probably eye me down with smile plastered on there faces. They don't really like me you see. Because of the beads in my hair i often make there jobs a bit tuff. Lazy bunch of ...
I caught myself from swearing and chastised myself once more. i guess i could sleep after i did everything expected of me. I had nothing planned after that.
I yawned and looked up at the sky the sun was creeping up the horizon some more and i would have to make my way back pretty fast if i was going to make the meeting. But first i wanted to check on my secret spot. It was the one place no one new about and i felt complete calmness.
I walked at the end of the path i was familiar on till i got to the end. nothing but vines in my way, well to the untrained eye that is. I snuck through the lengthy green plants until i hid on the opposite side of the curtain it created. It was pretty dark but once again the moon helped me out and i trudged through thick jungle till i saw the start of a small clearing.
I began to race up in excitement. running faster feeling the wind through my mane my heart beating faster then any drum. I would spend a few minutes gazing at what was left of the stars just basking in the view the cliff i was running to would show me. With the sun rising over in the distance, i know what i would see beyond the clearing would be magical.
I abruptly stopped to the beginning of the rock that would create a structure to sit and hang my bottom hooves to dangle over the vast lands below me. But i stopped to find another lying on the rock. it was a colt. Bleeding
from the face and breathing heavily it seemed to have been through a ruff time.
i was in shock. who was he? Why was here of all places. I carefully but quickly walked over the ill looking colt and put my front hooves on his stomach pushing continuously while saying. "Wake up! Are you ok?!"
Was he dead?
My head filled with horror as my mind played dozens of scenarios this colt might of been in. but suddenly my attention was brought to him when he slowly opened his eyes. still breathing heavily he looked up at me. his eyes got wider as if he had seen a ghost. "Crafty Nimble?" He choked. then passed out underneath my now shacking hooves...
How did he now my name?