“Enchanted”
Admiral Biscuit

There was a small grove outside Ponyville, in a space that was neither quite Ponyville proper and not quite the Everfree Forest, either. A between space.

A magical space.

And none of the adults in town knew it.

How could they? They went about with their lives, their eyes and minds always focused on jobs or relationships, or the fact that Amalgamated Ironworks stock had gone down four points in the last day and if it went down any more–

SIlver Spoon sighed. Adults didn’t see the little strip of land, the little border between town and not town. They just walked over it without a care in the world.

They didn’t see that it was magical–that it was enchanted, the kind of place that felt everypony passing–that let everypony pass, and yet they held no sway over it.

For it was in Ponyville, at least according to the maps. It was under the jurisdiction of the weather patrol, the flower police, the grass guardians . . . and yet, it still did its own thing. It grew what it wanted, and it was obvious to Silver Spoon why it did–it had its very own forest spirit, something that would only appear in those spaces where neither ponies nor untamed Nature could quite take hold.

It was a peaceful place for her to sit and watch, even if nopony else in town knew it for what it was.

Author's Note

On Friday, some of the Quills and Sofas dpeedwriting crew presented a panel on how to speedwrite (and why you should), and at the end if it, challenged us to write a fic in 10 minutes using the prompt 'enchanted'.