Writing

Chapter 3: Star?

Maybe I was a little hard on him, I think to myself.  It’s not his fault that he got his cutie mark in writing; it’s nopony’s fault really.  He was destined to get that cutie mark.  But it’s not going to be helpful to the farm.  It won’t help us at all.  But it still isn’t his fault.  He can still help on the farm.  I should go talk to him.

I get up from my seat in the living room and trot through the hallway of my house to my son’s room.  “Star, you in there?” I ask through the door.  “Star?”  Is he sleeping?  No, he’s a light sleeper.  He would’ve woken up if I called his name, I think to myself.

I put my ear to the door and in the room I hear something like… loud winds.  I’m not sure, but why would there be powerful winds in his room in the first place?

I open the door and then I see it.  In my son’s room is an open window with snow coming through it.  Where is he? I think to myself as I gallop into his room and begin looking around for him.  “Star!  Where are you?” I yell out.

“Wait, could he have gone outside?  But it’s a blizzard out there.  If he went outside right now…” I trail off as the realization comes to me.  “If he went outside now, then he could freeze to death!”

“Oh Celestia, what did I do to deserve this?” I ask myself even though I know what I have done.  “Why did I say what I say?  Now that I said that, he’s gone, and possibly froze to death….  I have to go after him!”

I gallop out of Star Story’s room and into the living room to grab some cold weather gear, so I can go after my son.  I open the door to my house and snow comes flying in.  “Star!” I call out, but the howling of the wind overpowers my voice.  “Dang,” I curse to myself, “where could he have gone?”

I begin my trek into the blizzard.  White is all I see.  I can’t see anything else.  I struggle through the deep snow, as I look for my son.  I struggle through the snow in a random direction, hoping that it was the way my son had went. I have to find him.  I have to, I think to myself.

My body begins to grow cold.  Even the parts that are covered with clothing are turning cold.  Where could he be? I continuously ask myself as I trek through the snow.  There’s no way I can turn back.  If I did that Star could freeze to death in this blizzard.  And if he dies too….

I try not to think about what it will be like if my only foal died, but, thanks to the current situation, it keeps creeping into my head.  I begin to worry even more, after I see no sign of him, or signs of civilization.  I know my farm is a fair distance from Ponyville, but there are other farms nearby.  The closest one being the Apple family’s farm, Sweet Apple Acres; maybe that’s where Star went.

But if he did, I went in the wrong direction.  What was I thinking?

I begin to lose feeling in my hooves.  Oh no… I think to myself.  I continue on, but soon after that the rest of my body begins losing feeling too.  I’m on the verge of collapsing.  And if I collapse out here, I’m done for.

“Come on, stupid body,” I tell my body, even though I know I can’t continue on much longer.  I begin seeing black spots in my vision.  No, I can’t stop.  Not here.  If I do, I’ll die.  My body falls into the snow.  “Help!” I scream out; hoping that somepony will hear me somehow.  “Please!”

My eyelids become heavy.  No, I can’t go to sleep.  That’s giving up completely.  Despite my efforts, my eyelids close, and I descend into darkness.