Milestone

by Cursed Midnight

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Original Character, Tragedy
Length: 1044

The story of Rune Stone, a unicorn surrounded in mystical energy and mystery.

Rune Stone always knew he was a different pony. He had no mane, his magic seemed more powerful, and his body was covered in different runes. His magical capabilities allow him control of all of the known elements. He lives in a carved out cave beneath Neighagra Falls, where he lives in peace. Or so everypony may believe.

Rune was not always living this lifestyle. He once had a loving home, with two parents and friends. But he also had little control of his powers. Join Rune on his story into his past, how he came to his home and how he learned what true abilities he has been bestowed.

Rune Stone belongs to me. The coverart is thanks to Afternite on Deviantart

Published 2013-05-15 22:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-15 22:10:02 UTC

Prologue: Recollection

Neighagra Falls, a famous tourist attraction to ponies from all corners of the Equestria. The large waterfall was mainly known for its exquisite beauty. In the light of the afternoon sun to the full moon at dusk; the natural wonder forever shows it beauty. However these falls pay more than just a tourist site for ponies. No, this is also the home for one.

As the shops around the resort by the falls closed down, a lone hooded figure walked through the abandoned streets. On his back were two saddlebags, filled with groceries. The figure stopped, took a few quick looks around, and then started again. He went out of the border for the roads and headed up towards the mountainside. To other ponies it would seem to be a dead end, but to this pony it was not. As he approached, a faint blue light could be seen underneath the cloak. The unknown pony stopped at the side of the mountain that held the very famous waterfall. The glow underneath his hood seemed to not only increase, but change to a shade of brown. Markings formed on the mountain side, glowing with the same brown energy and formed a circle. Very slowly, the markings faded. But as they faded, the part of the mountain covered with the markings faded as well. A tunnel entrance was revealed. The cloaked figure entered the tunnel entrance, and just as sudden as it appeared, it disappeared just as the figure entered.

The pony exhaled a short breath before advancing. The load on his back was not heavy; he was just relieved that nopony saw him this time. A gray hoof rose from underneath his cloak to his hood. The hoof and leg was covered in light blue symbols. As his hood was removed, his face was revealed. Like his leg, his face was marked with several light blue runes. Noticeable ones were the squared markings that seemed to connect between eyes across his forehead or the several small dots underneath his eye. He advanced through the tunnel, his exposed facial markings casting off a small amount of light that illuminated the area. A few short minutes is when he could finally see moonlight again. In the tunnel seemed to be several “holes” on the right wall, exposing the tunnel to fresh moonlight. The stallion continued down until the areas seemed to expand a little. A gentle turn to the left in this expanse, and his home was revealed.

This stallion’s “home” appeared to not be much on the outside. It simply looked like a large boulder, seemingly carved out with only two openings; a large one close to the ground as a door, and a smaller square one above the ground like a window. As he entered, he smiled at the carvings he placed at the door. Runes were his specialty, runes were everything, and runes were his own name. If one was as knowledgeable as him, they would read the engraving above his “doorframe” is his own name; Rune Stone. Rune entered his home and took a look around. The inside seemed much larger on the inside than it did out, but only slightly. Despite what small space it may seem he has, almost everything you would find in a traditional home was there. One area of the boulder, carved out different to propose as a kitchen no less, had a stove and refrigerator that seemed to be powered by nothing. Another area had his bed, a simple stitched up fabric mattress with a similar style blanket. His pillow for the bed looked like it was brand new, and it was. A nice old mare gave him it no less three days ago. A fair distance from his bed and “kitchen” was a table big enough for four, but seated for two. Several shelves lined the walls in the small “room” behind the table. The shelves contained many jarred herbs and spices, as well as rocks and other supplies. It was home sweet home for this pony.

Rune’s horn gently lit up, his saddlebags and groceries becoming encased within a mystical light blue aura. Without even turning his gaze, the items seemed to float and organize to where it belonged. But not all of them seemed as focused. Stray thoughts were very slim, but even Rune became unfocused. A random grocery knocked over a framed picture, causing it to smash to the ground. He placed all of the items down at once before heading over. Another gentle flicker of his magic flipped the frame over. A small smile formed on his face. The photo was of him at a much younger age, where the markings on his body were very little to none. Beside his much younger self were his parents. His father was a strong and proud unicorn with a gray coat and black mane; much like what he had. His mother was a gentle and beautiful unicorn with a blue coat and a lighter blue mane. The scene of the picture certainly was adorable, but Rune’s smile soon disappeared. It was a long time since he was that little foal, and a long time since…THE incident. As he walked back, the cloak around him was lifted off and hung by the door. His entire body was seen with runes of different shapes and sizes. His cutie mark could have been mistaken for one of these markings.

Rune’s attention was focused on the shelf where the picture fell. On the same shelf were several other items, most of which seemed completely useless. However to him each one had its own special purpose and memory. As he set the picture back, his magic grabbed the object next to it. A seemingly normal yellow ball, usually used by young ponies for play, was the object in question. The ball held good and bad memories, but it was the first object he had from the very first years of his life.

And now our story continues.

Author's Note

A short prologue to start things off. Rune Stone belongs to me, as well as his parents

Neighagra Falls is not mine. I do not remember who came up with that, but its not mine