Starlight

Chapter 5: Starlight (Epilogue)

When I returned back to Cloudsdale, I confronted Money Bags about my father. He told me the entire story. About how my father never wanted a foal and neither did my mother, so they left me in the care of distant relatives and never told me a word about it. They never wanted me to find out that my parents were terrible for me. He told me he was so hard on me specifically because he wanted me to be good enough to take over the business when I was old enough and he had to retire.

The next day, I was arrested and charged for breaking and entering. The proof they gathered from the scene were my hoofprints left on specifically my folder in the birth records room. When in court, Spitfire tried to defend me but failed. I never gave a mention or indication of Spitfire. I pleaded guilty and took whatever punishment they gave me. I remained in prison for two years. It was supposed to be a minimum of eight thanks to taking Star Chaser, but a recent article got them to remove me on two only for the count of breaking and entering. The article that saved me was my very own paper titled Starlight, which is the same name of the story I wrote while in prison and continue to write up to this very final day.

Everypony now believes the existence of Star Ponies, and more research is being done to try and learn more about them. It’s been only a few weeks since my release from prison, and I am to return back to work with Flare Skates and Golden Dusk, who’ve risen above my own position since I was imprisoned and are also now engaged to each other. My life now continues as it did before, only with more sorrow and mild dose of fame.

Every now and then, I will go out at night and look up at the stars, seeing one specific star gleaming down at me, and then a smaller star next to it shining at me. Even if it isn’t exactly what I think it is, it’s still nice to know that it could be my own filly or colt as well as Star Chaser looking down at me from the stars.

Where my life takes me now is yet to be seen.

And who knows, maybe one day I will see them again. One thing is for certain. My name is Grass Marks, and I’m a Pegasus News Pony. This title is worn proudly around me now with newfound hope that life is full of surprises, so keep on pushing through yours until you find your shooting star.