Amidst Deception

A lonely long shadow stretched an open plain. The shadow belonged to a stallion, a stallion of the Apple name. He trod wearily out in the expanse of the desert where his hooves crisped from the cruel day’s sun.

Somewhere, out in the haze faded distance flew a brigade of Pegasi. They stood out thanks to the glistening armour which weighed heavy on their backs.

Down below the pure filtration of the aquifers cascaded a mighty waterfall. A meek oasis lay in its wake. The golden sands spanned so far that nopony could see from one side to the other.

But this is jumping ahead a bit. Our story begins in a town you might well have heard of. Our tale begins in the lively livery of yet to be lived dreams of Appaloosa.

Shutters shut and doors pulled to as the kiss of the cold night air lulled weakly their sleepy heads. One looked from above, a reservation upon a pinnacle, and took note of a couple not answering the Moon Princess’s call. But, again, this is for later on.

Our story begins in a petit café, two pairs of eyes lock across a mishmash woven table. What seemed like so long ago waited to trip them at the very next hurdle.

Let us begin, the scene is set, the dreams in full bloom. Two ponies gazed sweetly onto one and other under the lonely…

Wondering…

Moon…