A Cord Of Sadness
The sunlight shown through the shadowing branches and leaves of the forest as the critters and plants were bursting with life. But despite the mystifying wonder of the singing forest, a small cord of sadness echoed through.
Now if you dared to leave the calmness of the forest meadow, if you dared to follow the sad melody, then you would find yourself walking past broken branches and an ever wasteland look alike youd find some rocks. If you looked over those rocks, youd find a small chubby of a cave. If you dared to look in this cave you would see something that would bring anypony great confusion.
You see, in this cave lay a filly, with light purple fur, wavy orange brown hair that covers her face and tear filled blue eyes. You can hear her suffer to try and stifle her sobs and whimpers.
Now, if this filly could stop crying and if you asked her, she would tell you why she was crying. The filly would tell you that she had just endured several days of bullying, and now, she decided to break down. She would say that the horrid fillies and colts of Manehatten bullied her for not having a cutie mark. She would try and try, but no amount of trying would give her, her mark.
She had tried gardening, cooking, comedy, writing, singing, building and all other things but nothing worked. You would soon leave the filly to cry, as she dreads the next day, full of teasing and hurtful words.
