Dashie Write Storie
A Gothic Campfire Tale (Rainbow's Writing Skills A Few Weeks Later)
Previous ChapterThe Two Spirits of Canterlot.
Centuries ago, in the semi-rural town of Canterlot, the most beautiful lady walked the land. Her name was Galaxia. She had pale white skin; long, silky hair that faded from sunset orange to dark blue; and eyes as blue as the clearest sky above the ocean. Many young men pined and withered away in the vain hope of earning her love and faith, but she loved none of them.
Her only true love was a man called Cosmos with wrinkled skin, eyes that mimicked emeralds and wild black hair. Nobody could understand how she did not love a younger, wealthier man. The truth was that she loved him because of his knowledge. He was a powerful sorcerer who could manipulate any tangible object and transform it into something of immense, breathtaking beauty. Very few knew of his secrets, save the woman who loved him. He loved her back, and would make her bouquets of flowers out of dust and thin air.
However, jealousy grew in the hearts of those other wealthier, younger men, and it was not long before one of these men spied on the couple and found out their secrets. He accused them in public of practising witchcraft and they were cruelly thrown into a dammed lake in the woods.
To save the only love of his life, Cosmos turned the water into air, and created petals to break her fall, but Galaxia already lay dead at the bottom of the now drained dam. The man who had thrown them into the dam jumped to meet Cosmos and killed him with his sword, and his lifeless body fell next to Galaxia's. They were buried by the falling petals - Cosmos's final gift for Galaxia - and over time, soil was shovelled into the pit and two blossoming trees were eventually planted over their resting place.
It is said that their spirits still walk around Canterlot, scattering petals over graves and singing with the birds to comfort the loved ones of those who have passed. The tears they shed before their untimely deaths still fall with the rain and make the flowers grow.
Rainbow's final piece of writing before the Christmas holidays was her interpretation of the local gothic story. It brought tears to Mrs Cheerilee's eyes; it had never happened before, and Rainbow Dash swelled with pride. She actually received an A for content, and a B for language and structure. For the first time in her life, she was glad to receive a notebook from her mother for Christmas.
