"Corrina? Corrina, dear, where are you?"
Ugh. My mom was calling me. Woo. Hoo. She is so overprotective of me.
"Corrina, we need to talk."
I slowly walked into her room. Our mansion was like any other cottage on the outside; we didnÕt want any unwanted publicity or famous-ness. My mother stood outside her room, with this weird look on her face like she was guilty of something.
"Corrina, I have heard word from...from your father."
Those words made me drop the notebook I was holding in my telekinesis.
"I-I thought we didn't s-speak about h-him,"
"Yes, well, he's in Cloudodia, on the other side of the Everfree forest. I was hoping you could fly up and check if there really is a cloud city there."
So I did. I searched, and searched. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just light blue sky and puffy, white, rolling clouds. Anger started to burn inside me. Had my own mother tricked me? I flew back to the house in a rage, throwing open the door like a crazy pony. Inside my sisters were giggling. A costume that looked like my mother laid on the ground. My face turned a deep shade of red.
"That's it. I'm done. I'm going to find more of MY species. You are terrible siblings."
Oh, did I mention my sisters were brats, and my one brother was a stuck-up snob with huge glasses and so-called know how on magic?
I flew out of the skylight, and almost crashed into our big oak tree with the treehouse we played in as fillies. I heaved a discontented sigh as I passed it, knowing how much I would miss the peace, and quiet, and shade of that lovely house suspended in the tree. I stopped myself. Then, teleporting a scroll and ink, wrote a quick note to my mother in case she wondered where I was, or my siblings didn't tell her:
Mom, Hayleigh, and Kayleigh, maybe Jerome
I have gone to find more hybrids like me. I need to do this. It's my destiny. I can feel it. I will be gone for a long time, if I do choose to come back. Don't follow me. Really, don't. I'm fine. I'm eighteen already. Eighteen. Old enough to buy a house, or get my carriage license. So leave me be. Goodbye.
Corrina W. Hampton
Former Canterlot Resident
Hastily I taped it into the side of the wall, and then flew so fast my mane flew backwards.
"She's gone, mom. Gone."
"She can't be. Check the tree-house. Check the library. CHECK THE CASTLE FOR ALL I CARE!"
Kayleigh teleported herself to the treehouse.
"Mom, MOM! Look what I found! You HAVE to see this! Get Jerome!"
The stunned family stared at the pathetic, torn-in-the-left-corner-scroll.
"No." said Mom.
A tear ran down her cheek.
"Not my little Corrina out in that mess of an Equestria."
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The view from up there was beautiful. Lush, vivid green grass and flowing rivers filled this wonderful valley.
"If only I had someone to share this with," I whispered.
I teleported myself to the ground and looked up at the magnificent pines. Tiny daisies sprouted from the ground around them. It was like someone had planted it, but hadn't. A smell of morning dew was in the misty air, and the tips of the pine trees seemed to scrape the sky like skyscrapers in Manehattan.
I teleported myself to under the biggest pine tree. It had a huge hole in it that would serve as the perfect living space with a little work.
So that's what I did. Weaved a welcome mat, teleported assorted items, painted it with berry juices of all sorts to give it an artistic flair.
The night rolled in slowly. The sunset was marvelous. Stars twinkled brightly like windows at night. A sigh came from my mouth in content. It was all so beautiful, something I wasn't used to, being born in a city like Canterlot.
What Did You Say Your Name Was?
The sound of beating wings above my head woke me from my sleep. I looked up. A stallion with blue-green hair, an eye-patch, and large Pegasus wings was trying desperately to keep hovering above me.
"Hi. Nice to meet you. I'm Magic Solstice."
I smoothed out my mane in habit.
"I'm, uh, Corrina."
I wondered what kind of impression I made, with my pink mane and purple coat, and bright green hair-bow. He smiled at me friendly-like. Then I recognized that smile. It was that smile my sister gave her boyfriend. Oh no. Not the I-have-a-crush-on-you-let's-become-a-couple-smile.
I stepped out of my tree and looked him in the...eye.
"Listen, I know you like me, but..."
Suddenly he landed. His hair came up for a splitsecond and I saw his horn. I gasped.
"You-you're a hybird! How-"
TO BE CONTINUED
It was a beautiful morning in Canterlot. The puffy white clouds floated, in the out-of-a-painting blue sky. Ponies chatted and walked, while others...danced, or read books and bumped into poles. Like me. The bookworm. I shook off my head, and smoothed out my mane with my hoof. Sooo embarrassing. Ponies sideways-glanced at me, and then carried on. I sighed, not discontentedly and not happily.. It was hard being a weird-hybrid-pony. When I was in filly school, they thought it was amazing. Now, in my teenage years, not so much. Adult ponies stare at me. Kids gape at me. Others laugh while some ignore it. My mother always said I was her favourite. I had three siblings, all of which were unicorns in special magic schools. My mother was an alicorn, my father...not too much is spoken of him. All I know is that he was (was being the used word here) a powerful aviator Pegasus who once coached the Wonderbolts before Spitfire took over. If anything, he might have been a hybrid like me, or he might not have been. Who knows? He mysteriously disappeared when I was only eleven, and after that things took a turn for the worse. My mother had to work full time, and guess who had to babysit? Eeyup. Me. But soon she was promoted to manager, and then the money came in. Now we have it all, as far as luxuries go. Y'know, gold carriages, expensive clothing, chocolate, the works. At least everything was ok for the time being.
