Scootaloo

"Scootaloo! Come on! Don't you wanna play?" the dark blue filly said to Scootaloo.

"Hang on, Ardor!" Scootaloo called to her twin sister, "I need to find my toy!"

"Come on, Scoots." Ardor said, 'We don't have all day." Ardor had alluring purple eyes, a deep blue mane, and a slightly lighter colored coat. Scootaloo and Ardor were best friends, as well as sisters.

"Found it! Let's go!" Scootaloo rushed to her sister.

             "Scootaloo, stop daydreamin' and get back to work!" A farm stallion yelled at the thirteen year old filly. In this world, things operated differently. Foals were born as slaves, and not released until they were eighteen years of age. When Scootaloo's parents had sold her, she was relocated to some apple farm. Sadly, the same could not be said about her sister.

             "Apple Bloom! Why is every foal slacking off today?" the farm stallion sighed, "It all happened after A.J left."

             Scootaloo rushed back to work. Bucking apple trees, towing said apples. It was hard work for her, her legs weren't strong. She formed a bond with the other filly, Apple Bloom. She just wished for a better tomorrow.

             That night, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo sat in the barn. They lived there.

             "It ain't fair what they do to foals here." Apple Bloom said, "Ah wish the world was different. Or, we had ponies that cared about us at least. And we knew were our family was."

             "Hey, Apple Bloom, it's just life." Scootaloo assured her, "When we get older, let's start a revolution against the Princess!"

             "Heh, you know what? Yeah. That's just what Anonia needs." Apple Bloom giggled, "A revolution."

             "I wonder if there's already one." Scootaloo said, coincidentally, a mare dressed in black jumped in the wondow, scaring the foals.

             "Don't worry." a muffled voice said, "Y'all are going to be safe. Come with me."

             A chance to be safe, they were not going to pass it up. They went with the mare, through the orchards, then through the forest. After several hours, the foals grew tired.

             "Where are we going?" Scootaloo asked the mare.

             "We have a place up ahead, should be there any time now." the mare replied.

             "Why did you take us?" Apple Bloom asked.

             "Revolution. Foal Protection Agency." the mare replied.

             "You mean, we're safe?" Scootaloo asked.

             "Eeyup." the mare replied, "Look, there it is."

             A town, in the middle of the forest. No pony knew about it. Ponies everywhere. All of them had the same opinions. They all cared about what her.

            "There's a meet up later." the mare said, "You get to see ponies you thought you'd never see again. I know some for a fact foals are goin' to be happy."

            "Ma'am, is my sister here?" Scootaloo asked.

            "You'll have tah wait and see. You two are in building seven, it's gotta big seven on it." the mare trotted off.

"Ardor!" Scootaloo reached for her sister, being pulled back.

"Scootaloo!" Ardor reached for Scootaloo, being kept back.

"Sisters forever?" Scootaloo looked at the other filly.

"Sisters forever." Ardor soobed, "Goodbye, Scootaloo."

"I swear, if it takes me eternity, I will find you! I swear to the lost princess!" Scootaloo said as she got a last glimpse of her sister.

"May our paths cross again!" Ardor called, "May the lost princess guide us to each other!"

            "May the lost princess bring her to me." Scootaloo said, "May the lost princess bring Ardor back."