A Father Tale!
The young filly ran into her father’s work shop the smell of wood filled her young nostrils. the stallion was an old pony aged beyond his years from years of hard labor. He had just finished planning a board for the apple families new barn. The sun was now setting in the western sky giving everything a golden tinge. The young filly stared at the falling sun and emerging stars and asked her father. “Daddy, where do the stars go during the day?” She asked her eyes filled with innocent wonder.
“They’re there, they are just hidden by the Sun.” the stallion said as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
“Why does the sun hide the stars?” the little filly asked.
The stallion sighed setting down his tools. “Would you like to know the reason why the sun hides the starts?” the stallion asked.
“UH huh” the filly said nodding her head.
“Very well, I suppose you are old enough, after dinner we shall go to the old hill, there I shall I tell you the story.”
The old stallion walked toward the ancient crest of the hill were his father had and his father stood before him. He reached the top of the hill and sat down on his haunches when from behind he heard a small, weak, and tired voice say. “Are we there daddy?”
“Yes, my dear we are here.” Said the stallion as he laid out a large blanket for the two to sit on, “do you wish to know the history of our people?” asked the stallion to the tiny foal.
“Oh yes please.” She asked excited.
“Are you sure my dear, because once you know you can never unknown.” The stallion warned his young foal.
“I’m ready daddy!” the young foal said.
“Very well,” the stallion said. “Our story begins long before your great grandfather was born, when the land was ruled by two princesses, the oldest was the princess of the sun. The youngest and the one we swore loyalty to, was the princess of the night.” The stallion looked towards the night sky.
“What do you see when you look up?” the stallion asked pointing towards the sky.
The young foal looked towards the inky blackness that stretched from every horizon and said. “Stars!” pointing her tiny hoof towards the distant twinkling lights.
“Once upon a time the stars were nothing like you know them now. Once they told us stories of heroes and of ancient gods. Now they just twinkle in the sky beyond our reach.
“What happened?” the foal asked.
“There was a war, for all the work our princess did, it was ignored by the princess of the sun and her followers. Our blessed Princes only wished for her fair share of glory and asked the sister of the sun, to allow her the chance to show her brilliance. But the sun princes was envious of the moon princess’s creativity and freedom. So a great battle was fought. Our new queen was defeated, and we were forced underground.”
“So what do we do?” the foal asked.
“We carry on our princess’s wish and bend the start into their proper place.” The stallion said standing up. “But don’t forget my dear, why I tell you this story” the foal crooks her head in confusion. “I tell you this story so that you will one day, shall tell this story to your own foals, so they can pass it onto their own foals.” The stallion body begins to glow a dim while color. “My time is ending, and I shall join our queen. But do not fret my dear for you shall continue our legend and story and join me one day.
"Daddy, whats happening?" the fearful foal asks.
"Fear not young one for the task has been past to the next generation. The stallion's body was now completely enveloped in a dull white light. "Remember young one we bend the stars to there right full place, we watch over the night sky for our absent queen, for the stars shall aid in her escape.” The old stallion fades away becoming a ball of white light and rockets up towards the heavens the light finally resting near the moon.
The young foal sat alone on the hill, a single tear runs down her face. “Don’t worry daddy” she says “I will remember!”
The young filly walked into the small hut that was her home. Her mother was sitting near the hearth warming her hooves "So how did it go?" she asked.
"The young filly walked over to the hearth plopping herself down in front of the roaring flamed of the fire. “It went well mother." the filly said.
The mother’s eyes began to well with tears. "I see. Did he suffer at all?" she asked.
"NO!" exclaimed the young filly in a cold and heartless tone.
"Good, at least he's with his dark princess now." The mother said bringing her hooves together and giving a whisper a prayer to her lost husband. "Sweet and just Celestia forgive my husband for the evil he wished upon you."
The filly responded to her mother’s prayer. "Don't pray for Father for he knew what he was getting into, and gladly gave in. he sacrificed himself for me and his ancestors so that I, no we may see the return of our beautiful princess!" Her mother looked into her young daughters eyes. What once was filled with innocence and naivety now was over filling with pain, hatred and knowledge of that which should be unknown. A twinge of pain shot threw the mothers heart at the sight of what was once her little girl.
Years Later the young Foaul now a ancient mare stood on the hill her father stood on. next to her was a little blonde hair colt. " Granny," he said. "where do the stars go at night?"
The old mare smirked and looked at the moon surrounded by several bright starts. "Would you like to hear a story?" the old mare asked the young colt.
Author's Note
I wrote this on a whim with what most would consider a few too many whiskeys and cokes. so please don't judge to harshly.
