Who am I?

Years passed, and our small group grew. From four and a child, it became seven and a teen. We all shared the longing for a cease in travel, but rumor after rumor spread of safe spots, and we couldn't put it down. Once, we had been told of a place near the top of a mountain where the shadows dared not creep, and newfound hope was sprung up amungst our hearts once more. The journey in itelf had been treacherous, but the rocky, cave-filled side of the mountain held even more dangers.

It had been crawling with the shadows when we had stepped hoof in those grounds. "I told you not to get your hopes up!" the newest mare in the group reprimanded, the first stallion in the couple that had originally been with us sneering.

"You're the one who told us to come!" he shouted, she huffing through her nose.

"Please, you were..."

The argument had not gone well, and by the end of it we were all edgy and upset with each other.

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That was not the first failure, and it was not the last... uncountable numbers of times we walked tiring distances in search of safety and comfort, but we were always greeted with dangers and chill. Despair settled into our hearts, and, after two years with our group of seven, we decided it best to start settling. I helped all I could, but, we were terribly sexist in those times and a lot of the mares were just sent to gather food while the stallions worked on the housing.

We didn't mind too terribly, though, and we managed fine. Mother was growing old at that point, and so was father, so both were excused and put to rest while we all played our parts while we were still fit and able enough to do so. Almost no one had anything to complain about, so work went by swiftly and the days went by smoothly. Within a month, after much sweat, and in some cases pain and tears when rocks were dropped on hooves, the first pony settlement was built.

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I grew bored... Terribly, terribly bored. I'd work in the fields but my mind would not be completely occupied, my thoughts on the constant yearning of wanting to know more. So... I started to study. I poked and prodded at things, and, with some amount of patience, I watched things play through. I examined everything with a careful eye, and soon enough patterns started popping up wherever I least expected them. I wrote my findings as they came, and soon quite a collection of knowledge was amassed.

Ponies started coming to me for advice, which I cherished highly. When a problem was posed, I could hardly resist the temptation of solving it. But, with each question they asked, they had to solve my riddles.

"Riddle... You seem like someone who'd be able to answer this," I remember a colt saying to me. "Is there any chance of me and ---- getting back together?"

"Mm.... A strong will and a strong heart can mend any tear, but first where loyalties lie must be clear."

"So, all I have to do is show her I'm faithful and keep hope and there's a chance...?"

"Indeed."

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Many more questions were thrown at my hooves, I eager to help solve any problem tossed my way. Soon, I was not only a scribe and scholar, but an advisor and oracle as well. Because my fine eye had picked up so many patterns, I came to know certian little things that would happen in the time to come.I would have been content for the rest of my days answering questions and guessing patterns, but I wanted to see beyond my shallow view of what was close. I wanted to start wandering again, if only to find more for my mind to devour.