Minecraft: A Pony's Tail

Torch easn't the only one having dreams that long night. As Arid layed down to sleep, he too drifted off into a world of the past...

...

A younger Arid walked out onto the back porch of his family home, a few miles from Pickaxe. It was a small wood cabin, with a beautiful sight of far off mountains.

There, he encountered his father, smoking a pipe while on a rocking chair.

Arid, gathering up all the courage he could muster, asked, "Dad, why do all the other colts at school say I'm a monster? That all of us are monsters?"

The rocking chair froze. The pipe rearranged itself in his fathers mouth before he replied. "Well, I would guess thats because we are."

Arid, flabbergasted, took a step back. "What?! What do you mean?"

His father shrugged. "We're changelings. We feed off of the love of others. Add that to our appearence, which is hardly normal, and you could almost consider us monsters."

Arid, struck dumb by his fathers words, continued to deny him. "But... I'm not a monster! I'm just me, a normal pony. On the inside."

His father shook his head. "Believe what you will. You are only what you are."

Arid, angry now, replied in kind. "Well then, I AM normal. I'm not a monster like you! Why do you have to be my father!? I don't want to be this!"

With that, he stormed away.

...

Arid woke the next morning, to hear the sounds of the rest of the camp stirring. He scolded himself. He let himself slip. Normally he was up much earlier.