Diversity
By Solof Surrani
My name is Solof, though my name hardly matters; only my words can make my name of worth. From the way society works, feels, and thinks, I can only hope that my words will be able to enter a state of being worth something in the eyes of society, and will be considered a true piece of art, and construction. There is always this feeling that everyone around me feels that I am something special, for being an Alicorn. Though I know from true personal experience that my racial characteristics never depended, or relied on me, I could have been any of the three races, but I am not. From the memories of what my dead parents told me, Celestia herself said I am not to be made of royal. From how magic seems to work for me, I can only assume she could just sense my power in magic and simply know that I am not powerful enough. Without my ability to fly, I am something incomplete, why would the laws of magic create an Alicorn, if it would not be complete.
The Laws of Magic, something that not many know about besides Alicorns themselves. The Laws state that there can only be a certain amount of Alicorns at one time, the book I read on it never directly stated the reason for it, or maybe it did and I don’t remember. Where did I even read the book? My memory is strange, remembering the most complex of things, and forgetting the simple, yet still necessary like locking a door. I just remember a library in Canterlot that had only one old tome that spoke of the Laws. It also states that Alicorns mostly will be made as a female, stated that their souls, and their passion was always stronger then those that are male, from what I’ve seen I’m the only male, though there is obviously plenty more, I just have yet to make contact, and I doubt I ever will.
But enough about the Laws of Magic, I also discovered that all the Alicorns in existence, and all others, have a powerful, and more ultimate magic then the magic of Unicorns, and most races that have the ability to use magic. I’ve yet to discover if I have any power of magic that is near such ranking in my time, or if such power even lies within my soul. Though from what my friends have told me, I am a natural leader, someone who is easily trusted, that may be part of my power, but I doubt it. I only believe I’m going to lead them to their demise. But it doesn’t matter how I was born, why I was born. Only thing that matters is that I was born, I have a reason to be here, yet I have no idea what the possibilities are for that reason.
Besides, talking about Canterlot only reminds me of my past, my life as a child in the city of Trottingham. My youth was full of pointless and unnecessary foolishness, and I only blame myself for what followed with my years of school, and childish antics. As one would imagine, most ponies would treat me differently for being an Alicorn, though I was not treated like something of interest, I was only bullied, and treated with cruelty. It possibly was a form of jealousy, though who would desire to have wings and unable to use them, or just their own immaturity. The teachers acted proper and kind when they were around me, because they are only paid to be kind towards the students, though I know better, they obviously saw me as a child with mental incapability.
Though I blame no pony but myself, it was always my choice to not follow the simple instructions of the teacher, my fault that I was made a target for all the fools who frown about difference. I did nothing, and how foolish was it of me to expect that anything more then nothing good would come back to me. But it always made me think, why? What drives ones mind to putting forth only judgment and hatred to those different. All I did receive was their blunt criticism, only pushing me down, far down, to leave me to only grasp on next to nothing. They never tried to push me high, push me into achieving something greater, to make me feel as if I was above anything, to make me feel worth something better.
With any logic any being can inspire, they would understand my disgust when reminiscing on my life as a child, but again, I blame no pony but myself. But if you can give me any good reason for the harsh treatment I received then my mind would be at ease. Actually, no, that’s a lie, my mind would never be at ease, for all I’ve notice is my mind throwing in worry, doubt, and regret. I will never forget it, I will never stop my remembering, and I will keep having that damned dream. The dream where I stare at the graves of those close to me, so far, only my parents, brothers, and sister have made that dream a reality, and if any of my friends enter that sequence of that dream, then my life will be worth next to nothing.
And I don’t want to be known as some sad fool, who regrets all of his life and just wants to make amends and never will. The truth would be boring after all. I don’t need to be told this writing was never worth it, I do not need to be told that this writing was one of the greatest things someone has read. I just want whoever who was willing to read this, to not follow in my steps, and understand that do not take part in the cruel activity of judging another’s originality, it’s their life, they choose their design and character in their life, don’t break their diversity. They make themselves, they choose their fate, and they create their reality. Do not try and create it for them, because this is true diversity, making yourself into something that not even yourself can comprehend, by becoming greater, by realizing your own views in life, by creating peace within your own reality.
And do me a favor, do not tell me that this story has taught you anything, because it hasn’t, with truth, it can only inspire. I have said, others cannot create your diversity, but it’s possible they can inspire you to forge it. Go live your life, and forget about me, I never made this to become famous, never wrote a single word to make myself seem great, I wrote these words so you can be greater, I do not deserve any of the good I have in my life. Now go out there, and create your own diversity.
-The End-
