Finding My Inner Strength

"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.