The Mimic

The snow white earth pony trotted down the dirt path heading to Ponyville, her straight jet black mane covering half of her blood red right eye and her blank flank reflecting some light onto shaded trees. It was a beautiful day, birds glided through the cloudless sky as the sun beamed down rays of light across the land. Ponyville. What a place. With its fantastic weather and its abundance of facilities, who wouldn't want to live there? Well, this pony would live anywhere if she could, but rejection followed her requests due to her condition and personality, for she was a Mimic. Her voice unheard and feelings only expressed by tears, smiles and mute acting. Life as a Mimic has its ups and downs, having the ability to imitate even the most complicated of hairstyles and draw every cutie mark in the book with ease is a fantastic talent if that’s what you need to do, their skill in arts and acting unbeatable. But communication is next to impossible due to their lack of voice and education. No matter what runs in their bloodlines, Mimics are always earth ponies, their coats are always white, their manes are always black and their eyes are always red. Mimics are often associated with insanity, suicide and even murder. You don’t want to be a Mimic. Or do you? They can do practically everything once they've seen somepony else do it. Most Mimics are abandoned by their parents at birth and die soon after, bit this one lived. She became more than just a Mimic. She became The Mimic, the last of her kind. The only one left to save her race. Or destroy it. It was her decision what she wanted to do, but life is lonely if you are the only one. Without any siblings, parents or friends, she was alone, alone in this massive world of dangers.