The Tale of Silver Star

A lone foal stood on a hill top, a breeze swayed his mane aside revealing his two silver eyes. The foal sighed looking over the horizon as if he was expecting somepony to approach. The look in his eye sad, as if his world was torn to pieces and scattered in the wind he currently stood in. A lone tear streaked down his face, the wind carrying it away as if to comfort him like a mother would. He thought about his friends who promised one day to return, it had been so long since they left and the thought alone made the foal want to believe it had never happened. Ever since they left he kept coming to that hill as if to wash away his sorrows, only him and Gabe remained in the small village they called home, even with the townsfolk he still felt alone. The hill held a importance he just couldn't put his hoof on but he kept coming nonetheless. He stared at the sunset as he thought about the faithful day that they would return to the village, then all of the sudden the light faded, the scenery disappeared, and then Silver woke up.