Will 'O' Wisp

Chapter 2: Talking to a Friend

I walk down the path that both me and Zecora use quite a lot to get around the Ever-free without running into trouble, either side of the path poison-joke was blooming. I smiled as a memory came back to me from past decades; silly a little filly and some young colts, they were brave at  heart, or so they thought, they come in to the forest believing they will get there cutie marks studying the wild-life in the forest they have been told to fear all their life. One liked the blue of the poison-joke’s flower and got him and his friends coved in the pollen, it took a week and a bit to find the cure.  Zecora has told me of some mares who went through the poison-joke flowing her and a filly. I didn’t get to see them but I did see the results with the young fillies and the colts in decades past. I giggled at the memory.

Zecora looked up from her garden bed when she heard my giggle.

“Willow my dear, your letter came with fight and fear, tell me what the matter is dear” she always tries to make her words rhyme in time.

“I’ll tell you dear friend but it’s a story on my cutie mark and a little after”

Zecora nods and motion me to sit down as she sits down herself.

I sigh as I begin

“It was a time when the royal sisters were separated, The Mare in the Moon wasn’t that new I was and there was a farm on the edge on the Ever-free forest. I was lonely with no to talk to or play with so I tried to make animals that I could play with and talk with. I was more surprised than anything when a bird similar to a phoenix being that it was on fire but it was green that’s when I got my cutie mark, I had found out I can make creatures out of green flame. I could make fillies and colts, birds and well anything small but they were not alive, and from a distance they look like balls of light.

“Over time Ponyville was made by a the family at the farm which has become an orchid with Zap-apples trees but I was still lonely so I put all of my energy in to one wisp in to a Will ’O’ Wisp that looked like a green phoenix, to make it more alive to keep me company, but as I did that I didn’t know that I was wakening others. I did find out eventual but then it was too late the screaming of dying wisps was terrorising the newly furbished Ponyville.  Ponies were leaving for they were afraid of the ‘spirits of the forest’. For I am self-taught in magic I did the only thing I could think I was capful of; killing the flame in all of the Will ‘O’ Wisp, I have never made another wisp… until last night.”

“If you think it was your fault, you a silly as the three fillies.” I simile as I figure out who she is talking about the Cutie Mark Crusaders.    “Well you are my cronies, and I know some ponies, which can help with your problem”

I giggled at the last bit “not all of that rhymed”

“I know”

“So… Who can help me?” I ask kind of sheepish

“A unicorn, a mare who’s talent is magic.”

I stiffen a giggle “What like Star Swirl the Bearded?”

It was Zecora’s time giggle “She did dress up as that stallion, on Nightmare Night.” I gave a small smile “I need to go in to town in the morrow. I suggest you come with me to the narrow, to see if you can get some help for your sorrows.”    I look at her trying to diverge her rhyming, ‘she need to go in to town tomorrow and she is say I should come so with her so I can get some help’

“But I have both wings and a horn only the princesses are the known Alicorns”

“You can were my cloak” she sighed “but that will not cloak that you are new”

“What wrong with being new?” I ask not seeing where she is going with this.

“Pinkie Pie, she likes any excuse to though a party and you are not the party type.”

Oh yes the party pony I forgot about her “Oh boy.”

“You still want, to do this?”

I look down “If I don’t I may lose control again and I don’t want to go through it again, not again”

“Good”

I spent the rest of the day with my friend, talking, joking and working together when we were finished I was going to walk home in the dark until Zecora suggested I stay at her house for the night.