A deep depression set in. for several days I could neither eat nor drink. I lay there in a heap and drifted between the realm of sleep and the world of reality. I hardly moved. The only movements made were small adjustments into different laying positions. My eyes were red and sore from so much crying.

Finally I made myself move. I was weak and had lost some weight from not eating. I had to eat and drink something if I wanted to survive. I would not leave the cave. I couldn’t I’d never left before and the memory of my mother’s death was still fresh in my mind.

I was able to coax a seagull off of a cliff with a soft sweet hum. I struggled to keep a hold of the gull. This was my first time. He’d fly down to a rock uncovered by low tide and covered in seaweed and then turn back around to go back to his resting perch. And then once halfway back to his perch, he’d turn around again to complete the task I had given him. It was several long hours before I finally received the sea grass from the bird. I panted for a few minutes, trying to catch my breath. That had taken a lot of energy, a lot more than I had expected. My mother had made it look so easy.

That last though brought on fresh tears. I wiped them away with a hoof. I wouldn’t let myself cry over it anymore. That is all I’ve been doing. I was tired of lying around crying. It was time to get back to life. As much as it pained me, I had to move on. It’s what she would want.
I n ever saw that boat again, or any other boat for that matter. No pony had returned and after being cooped up in this cave for 5 more years I dared to venture out, if only for a short while. I wanted to get my own food. It made me feel weak that I had to sing to a bird or perhaps a seal every time I needed food. I should be able to do things for myself.

Author's Note

Well That's all I have for now.

This chapter isn't finished.

This is just what I have written for it so far.

any comments would be much appreciated.