Will 'O' Wisp

Chapter 1: Reawakening

I walk down the path towards, my home down by the banks of the river runs clear. I hear kids laughing, I smile to myself remembering I’m not the only-pony who lives in the Ever-free forest well she not really a pony she is a zebra. Everypony around here knows her name but mine not many ponies know. The fillies I here laughing are what Zecora call the three Cutie Mark Crusaders.

Wait laughter. Look around I can hear them but can’t see them. If they see me they’ll tell the other ponies in Ponyville. I take to the sky not too high to be seen by a Pegasus but just over the tree line so I can’t be seen from the ground

I think I should explain something here and now.  I’m not an Earth Pony or a Unicorn you may think of me as a Pegasus but I am not. I am an Alicorn yes the Princesses aren’t the only ones I was only a month old when they moved from the castle here in the Everfree. My name is Willow I have lived here all my life; I’m younger than the royal sisters but older than Princess Cadance.

“Girls please this is not a place, for young fillies to play” said a voice that was fill of riddles and wisdom but the waring behind the words was fierce and not one to go against. I look down though the leaves and branches, I can see orange, yellow and white fillies look back at Zecora her eyes scanning the area for danger, or so the fillies will think. In real she is looking for me, she knows I head home at this time.

“You see somethin’ Zecora?” asked the yellow filly with apple red mane.

“I do Sweet Apple Bloom” Zecora was sending me a message as well as trying to get the kids back to safety “the sun is low; the animals of the dark are coming out.”

“I’m with Zecora let’s go. Any way my sister will be worried if I get back and it’s dark.” Said the white unicorn filly.

“Now who’s the chicken?” asked the orange filly

“Sweetie Bell, Scooterloo. I do not like to see a fight, now let go out of sight.” With that Zecora left with Apple Bloom at her tale, with a quick remark that will get her in trouble one day.

“Sweetie Bell is not the Chicken for she has no wings like you Scooterloo”

As they leave I come down to land, I look towards the moving bushes as the two other fillies try to catch up to their friend.

Apple Bloom, Sweetie Bell and Scooterloo; I will remember those names. I look down at my cutie mark three small figures that look like a dragon, a bird of some kind and a pony just their heads but you can only see that if you take a close look. They all looks like they are made with a green flame which from distains look like three odd shaped balls of green flame. It’s time for the will ‘o wisps to awaken but first I need to have a talk to a friend. I walk with a little more energy than I did before, I was so happy I decide to wake one little wisp. Closed my eyes and pictured the smallest thing I can imagine. A parasprite came to mind; I smile not putting too much magic into the wisp. I heard a cheeky giggle I open my eyes to see a parasprite. It was just like my cutie mark as in it was made out of green flam. I watch it fly off, as I walk towards my home.

As I reach the weeping willows that hide my house from praying eyes I look over where the wisp is fly though the branches of the trees the flame already dyeing I haven’t waken a will ‘o’ wisp in a long time.

“More power to make them survive longer, that’s what they need” I say to myself sighing I duck under the hanging branches. My house was well in a way like the library is in Ponyvile my house is inside the willow tree.  I walk through the door with my head low as I hear the wisp scream the fire has left it, it has died.

“Oh what have I done, I’ll make it all happen again, no not again I’ll… flaming hay” I forgot my own fire it was only glowing red coals now I use a cures I hear from the apple orchid not too far from the forest “Horse-apples I forgot” I sigh “I’ll just rug up I won’t be sung as a bug in a rug, but I will be a little warmer if I keep the coals alive.” I talk to myself a lot just to keep my mind on check.

I take a piece of damper with me as well a charcoal penicil and a piece of paper. “I’ll need some help. I don’t like to lose what I have again… not again”

I write as I eat:

Zecora

I need some advice, I have not used my talent in a long time, for the last time I did. I hurt a lot of ponies but it’s time for ponies to know of the Will ‘O’ Wisps. I can reawaken them for I put them to sleep when I found out I was hurting ponies please you are the only one I can talk to for you have heard of the Will ‘O’ Wisp.

Willow.

I focus on Zecora’s home and see in my mind’s eye the letter flying under her door on to her table. I open my eyes to see the letter is nowhere to been seen I know where it is going Zecora’s.

I sigh “I will see her tomorrow” I down the pencil and look over to the mirror she got me I see a  Alicorn with light tea green fur with light red mane and tale with a light orange strip. I sigh; living a lonely life had it tole on a pony I like to talk to ponies but I have a secret I have keep to myself for too long I head to bed knowing I will be telling some-zebra about my talent or secret as I like to see it.