The Small, Gray Horse

“Paralyzed Pony’s Log: Year 413; It has been exactly 413 years since I began my guardianship, or at least that’s what the banner says… Every year the humans come to celebrate the anniversary of the day I was pulled into their world. Queen Fausticorn had told me that I had been selected to be the stabilizer between Equestria and the world of the humans that day. She said that in order to preserve my magic, I had to become a statue and to never be removed from this forest.

“It’s usually boring here, but the festival the humans throw for me is always interesting to watch! The humans may not have any magic, but they make up for it with inventions they make, and I see new ones every festival. This time, it was an adult male human running around with a gun that sprayed water getting a lot of the other humans wet. He seemed to be having a lot of fun and so did some of the other humans too, but some of the other humans got really mad… I liked that human, he seemed really fun and his shorter friend always looked happy and was laughing all. I hope they come back to see me soon. End Log.”

Ditsy looked out into her forest and sighed mentally. She was so lonely sometimes that it hurt. She wished just once that humans could hear her like the forest could. She’d give anything for a friend.

She felt the now familiar magic of the forest embrace her in its own attempt to sooth her. She felt her self smile a little. the forest had some form of sentience in a way. But it's not like the forest can speak to her in Equish. She just needs somepony or -er somebody to talk to. A little something to tell the days apart by. Not much, but just some thing interesting. What she didn't know was that her life was about to get a lot more interesting.