Thump

Thump

Thump

Limbs more kin of the old oak. Felled grass and tiny bushes alike.

Startled birds in flocks went leaving in bursts of color.
That no night, nor daggered moon could see.

Buzzing as the many ancients wings slowly bent in odd ways.
Giving a cry.
Such that the cricket and cicada did shed a jealous tear.

Fluttershy echoing such things. Allowed tears of mourning to fall.

Before the quiet came again.

And only the old ancients stood. Before brambled roots covered rich green...and pony.

A voice double toned high and echoed. As if from waters deep and cold. But...Longing for the light.

"Chasing small creatures brings soul too my heart."

Spoke the voice.

The blue of her daughters head popped...ever so out of the brush.

Sitting on the foals head.Cat-tails stranger near such a forest-made red flowers.

A long stem curled. Slopping downwards in green against stark blue. But...

Old eyes glowing greener saw the cut of blue.

Fluttershy own eyes ready and primed.Metal hoove whirled with the sounds of fouled deeds-yet been done.

In truth...

Had.

Still...

"Do not wound me...traveller."

"You run...yet you have not heard me...speak."

The bodys of the many ancients spoke. For though their was the night...the chill of many faces speaking as one....

Never abated.

Under the watchful eyes of spirited and tragic moon. Fluttershy stood.

Sparkling.

Almost bone white fur glowing so much like the moon. Under pited suns rays.

Breaking the forest silence.

The Quill keeper bird faked it's mourning. Its strained and haunting elegy filled the growing light.

Eyes wading from the strange sight of the forests waking.

"Momma and..." Delphines voice trailed taking in the twisting voices and...bodys.

That surely as dawn would break into many colors and shades. The bodys of the ancients...changed.

From Dragon hide.

To Light fog on dew covered hill.

Some eyes...not the bright green on black shell...no.

Some held the shadowed glade in eyes so dark. That the very stars damned too call it home.

The void.

Lips pursed.

"Ugh." Fluttershy said.

Standing on warm earth. Her hooves felt the touch of worm upon.

Lifting her hoove to stare at the worm.

Delphines eyes pulled from the shifting and...changing...

Own eyes gleaming the want from both Delphine and mother clear.

"Here..." Mom said to Delphine.

Holding the worm. Staring.

Her face framed by ever more green. She let a humph.

"Do you...think its safe?"

A hoove rubbing against her cat-tailed face.

Before the voice of the forest could speak.

Fluttershy raised her whirling hoove. Forgo the potential danger. In favor of a more immediate danger...a hungery foal.

A click.

A soft blue light spelled itself on the wiggling worm.

Squarem so in protest she held firm. Wanting no...needing too know.

A moment more...

As the crackle of thunder boomed off in the distance. It brushed against the dark sky.

"You need not eat the worms. Let it go. I kill enough by my walking."

It swung from hoove. As both the mare and the foal held too silence.

The many voiced ancients own curiosity. Quickened. Their gazes and long...long necks bent.

Stretching downward towards the happenings.

Turning from the sight-pulsing of light from her hoove.

Fluttershys gaze pierce the number ancients and saw...

Familiar...things.

Though the shifting collasced in spots. Drawing the eye to fur and wings bursting into pools of sand that dribbled down...black...

Caparace.

Drawn somehow herself. She heard the beep. Knowing for certain.

She felt the pull of winds as a hoove strangely...white. But more...

Pearl. Shards moonlighted dared approach shining light the hoove in raw beauty.

In sung a strange haunting song. Those hooves that drew gentle steps upon earth.

Held such twisting...sadness.

Feeling a strange boldness. Stepping forward in front of Delphine.

She then drew hoove too...touch...

The liquid skin of the ancient.
Once mossy grass and strange Dragon hide now glowed softly.

"My flesh...is strange is it not."

Now as the flesh became quicksand seemed to take her hoove.

Delphine eyes widened.

She just stared.

Feeling that old touch of shame.

Fluttershy leaned her hoove against the head of the ancients.

Staring at the eyes that so resembled her own. She cranned her neck.

To stare at the keeper of the forest eyes.

A lone Quill Keeper spying the many from its perch. Old tree marked with the seal of a burnt sun.

The beak seemed too smile well enough. Shaking its feathers awake.

It jumped from its narrow perch.

The solitary Quil Keeper went...parting from the forests hold.

Its eyes gleaming to seed it masters hopeful dreams.

As the eyes of the sun and moon did gaze upon their forms...curious and wanting.

Author's Note

Short meant too write more. But...accidently pressed the publish button. So...yup. :)

I will be posting the rest of the chapters today. So stay tuned. Its really all. I am doing today. So most of it will be done.

If their will be more. I will just start a sequel.

Have a good evening!