Gilda's Story

Gilda stormed out of Pinkie Pie’s party into the dusty road outside.Rainbow had set up those pranks? Unbelievable. She glanced around, but was met with sour looks all around. From merchants, shoppers, pedestrians she was glared at."Ugh" She growled, "I cant take any mor of the lame ponies" She said with indignance and started forward towards the exit of Ponyville. But as she was leaving, she felt something hit her. A can. She whirled around to face Rainbow Day, who had a look of pure, unbridled rage that seemed to say"Get out". She stared at the face, and realized that she was staring all the hatred that she had ever wreaked on this quaint little town. She could have stayed pensive like that for a good amount of time, but another can hit her in the back. She turned to face Lyra Heartstrings, who had just as evil a look as Rainbow Day. A shocked Gilda looked all around her, and everypony in the square was holding something. A tomato, an apple, a tennis racket, even a few rocks. And they all had the exact same look of bitter hatred. Then, they all hurled their objects at her, hollering and screaming. Gilda was being struck from every direction with food, rocks, sticks, garbage and countless other items. She took to the sky, but that didn’t help her. Pegasi swarmed her and pelted her with projectiles, all of them bearing the same face She bolted from the town, leaving the furious mob behind her.

About 10 minutes later, after she was in a secluded grove, she started to notice how bad they had hurt her. Something had cut her, and her wing was bleeding badly. Her leg was also aching because of one stone that hit her in her knee. She tried walking, but stumbled to the ground. She tried flying, but her wing was cut really bad. She winced from the pain, and finally broke into tears. Going to Ponyville was a disaster. Rainbow Dash had officially ended their friendship and she had made herself a criminal to Ponyville citizens. And now here she was, bleeding and bruised in a grove, possibly about to die. But that’s not Gilda. She struggled to her feet and crafted a bandage from leaves for her wing. It stung, and probably wasn’t sanitary, but she couldn’t worry about that. Then she made a brace from branches and vines which she put on her leg. She struggled to her feet, biting back tears as she forced herself forward, toward the Griffon Mountain.

During her next few days, she faced many hardships. She had to brave a rainstorm that chilled her to the bone. She was almost positive that she saw a pony from Ponyville controlling the cloud. Another time, she was swarmed by parasprites that took all her food. Finally, though, she had made it to the base of her home, the Griffon Mountain. Exhausted, hungry, and filthy, she made her way to her area of the mountain, the western side. Friends and Family greeted her with concerned faces and open arms, and Gilda was happy for the first time in days. But her happiness was short lived. The leader of the western side was despised all throughout the mountain, and he was Gilda’s father. Some say he had a severely scarring childhood moment that turned him into a beast. Others say he was born a furious child. Still others say that it was something that happened as an adult, but nobody knows for sure. The only thing people knew was that he was a brutal, abusive “parent” with a long history of violence. He stormed outside to face Gilda. Glaring down at her, he ripped off her bandages to expose her cut wing.  Gilda winced, and bit back a tear. She dare not show weakness in front of her father. He broke off her brace, sneering as he watched her stumble to the ground. “Who did this to you?” He asked, the slightest hint of a growl lingering on his voice. “I… Well, I…” Gilda stuttered back. All her family members and friends stared at her with horrified, helpless gazes. “I said, who did this to you?” Her father said, this time louder than before, the hint of growl becoming more evident with every word. She exchanged a silent call for help with everyone around her. But nothing happened. Nobody ever stood up to Gregor of the west side.