Lullay, Darling Aurora

Luna paced up and down the corridor, she had returned to see her daugter's chamber door wide open and nopony in there. Her blue eyes filled with tears as she went through all the terrible and rather violent explanation to Aurora's absence.

She longed to hold her.

She longed to sing to her.

She longed to see her.

It was no different back in Ponyville, where her mother's image swiftly and gracefully danced in her mind, her lullaby playing in tune with her. I pulled closer to me my album, grinning. It reminded me of oh so much. The pictures were always in the same place, my old chamber. It began five years before, when mother found me, and ended to the current day. I shut the book and pushed it away from me, getting up and trotting to the window. There was a pink earth pony with what looked like a cannon behind her knocking on the door. As Vespere opened it, she pulled the trigger and a tonne of confetti poured down on the startled stallion, who slammed the door out of shock. I galloped down the stairs to see who it was, and was greeted with a squeal.

"HITheremynameisPinkiePiewelcomeToPonyvilleitssoverynicetomeetyouihopeyoulikeithereitssuperfriendlyandOhSugarcubeCorneristhebestokaynoponyhaseversaidotherwisesoitmustbeandisohrightandthisisApplbloomScootalooApplebloomohwaitialreadysaidApplebloomimeanSweetiebelletheyvereallywantedtomeetyouand-" she paused to breathe before fainting. Three yellow, orange and white fillies approached me, wearing a smile.

"Sorry about Pinkie Pie, she's just being Pinkie Pie. I'm Applebloom."

"Scootaloo."

"Sweetie belle."

"Aurora." I beamed.

"You don't have your Cutiemark? Great! You wanna join the Cutiemark Crusaders?"

"It's a group!"

"A club!"

"A... What they said!"

"Dedicated to earning our cutie marks!"

"Oh...okay?"

"Yay!" They laughed, pulling me by the hoof to their clubhouse.

The clubhouse was a wooden extension of a tree. I climbed up the stairs and was suddenly covered in a red garment. Looking closer, it had a blue patch with a pony rearing up on the area of the flank. "You are now a Cutiemark Crusader! We skipped the ceremony cause we have not got good writers!"

"Hey!" Scootaloo protested. They shrugged in response, and now that I had the title of a cmc  I realised I had friends.

I realised Friendship was magic.