Cracked Horn and Ribbons: The story of Evening Dream

My little pony Friendship is Magic

A cracked horn and ribbons: the story of Evening Dream.

Hello. My name is Evening Dream, or as everyone calls me in Ponyville when I visit, Ribbon. I live on the far edge of Ponyville in a tiny two story house of wood and stone. I have a balcony that could see the mountains and The edge of the Everfree forest, till the Princess' Castle sprung up out of nowhere.

I'm not complaining, though it was kind of rude. I've never met this new princess. I rarely go out except to refill on my typewriter ribbons or food, and the occasional Red velvet or Everfree forest cupcake and a shake. I do like to at least have some pony interaction at least.

Now I believe you are wondering, "Why is a unicorn using a typewriter?" The answer is simple. I was in a accident when I was very small. What happened is something I prefer not to say as it still gives me flashbacks just writing it on paper. During this accident my horn was struck against a rock and cracked it. I was knocked unconscious and was in the hospital for at least a week. My horn and body never really recovered. I used to hide the cracks in my horn with bandages and a hat whenever possible, but they simply raised too many questions. I didn't want ponies to keep asking me. It was too embarrassing, so I started to go out less and less. Now I hide the scars from the accident and the cracks with ribbon and what limited spells I can use, I make them look nice. I change them every day and each day I try to have a different color, even when I'm not going out.`

I am a writer. At least, I try to be. I write as much as I can and long as I can before I have to go and stretch my legs or eat. My head is always in the clouds, figuratively of course that...well I've become socially inept. Doesn't help the fact that the town fillies and colts call me a ghost. I can't help it that I have a white coat and pale yellow hair. I always thought about dyeing my mane to have some highlights, but I'm just too shy to ask the spa ponies to give me a hoof. Thanks to my horn, I can barely lift a small bottle of chocolate sauce for my triple chocolate ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and red velvet cake bits. Doing something that complicated as dyeing my hair would be just out of my league. I'm not weak or anything...I'm just not very good at magic.....I think I also need to watch my calories...just looking at my description of my favorite saturday treat made me gain a pound. I need to jot that down.

Kay now I'm back and jotted that down and I just realized I need to get some more ice cream. I going to get some low fat next time I'm in town. I like Ponyville. It's a nice place. The ponies are nice, especially the cakes. Mrs. Cake always saves me a red velvet cupcake and I actually enjoy talking to her....Not that I don't think that talking to other ponies is bad it's just...awkward. I've never actually told her my name...kinda embarrassing I know, so she calls me Ribbon for the ribbon on my left leg and the one wrapping my horn. I don't mind it. I've been called worse. Sometimes when business is slow she'll sit down with me over tea and we just talk. I can blab a lot about any subject and she'll poke and prod and tell me I need to get out more. We've haven't talked to much since she had her kids, but she still tries to make time for me. I didn't think I was that special for her to do so. I still blush just thinking about it. Maybe I should be more outgoing and make new friends...but I just want to do this one step at a time. Especially since my birthday is coming up. I don't want the Cake's apprentice to hear about it. She's kinda scary.

Okay so now I fed my cat. He's a handsome Tom I found in front of my doorstep as a kitten. He one of those that always looks like he's ready to go to a party with his black and white fur tuxedo. I named him Knight after a pony hero I read in a book I got from the Golden Oaks library until the new librarian showed up and the tree got destroyed....I still have the book. I had always been meaning to give the book back but...I just never bucked up the courage to do it. What if it was a unicorn? They would ask so many questions about spells. They would ask to look at my horn. They would...ask about the ribbon. I don't want anyone to ask about the accident again. I don't want to even think about it. It hurts too much!.....Sorry I got excited. It's just....I don't want to describe it. I wonder If I should return the book. Maybe the new princess has the librarian working for them. It would make sense if the princess was really nice like Luna. Luna's moon is something I look at every night. I write by her light. Sometime I even go to her festival and celebrate her. People don't know me if I'm in costume. I feel safer that way, especially last year when I went as one of the Power Ponies. That was a lot of fun. I made my costume and everything! Maybe this year I'll go as Luna. I bet I can. I'm going to write that down as goal as well as goal to get out on my birthday and brave my fear of train traveling by going to Canterlot! Maybe even write Princess Luna a letter? Would she get such a letter? I don't know but I'm going to try. Mrs. Cake is going to be so proud of me that I'm trying to be more outgoing. That's it! I've made my decision that I'm going to brave it! My therapist was right...making goals was easier than I thought....Just....No Pinkie Pie. She's really loud and scary.