Lilac Mose

     I was born and Raised in Fillydelphia, with my two kind Parents Ann Arc, My mother, and Night Sky, My father. I was also had my Big Brother, His name was Frosty Lake. His talent was to make the lakes in the area freeze over. Though, as I obviously loved my parents a lot, as they were my parents, and I was still young, I always loved my Brother just that tad bit more.

     My brother And I always loved to mess around, play games, and play with the neighbors. Though, my Favorite thing to do with my brother was when he would take me for ice cream. Every two weeks on a Thursday my brother would take me to get ice cream, I would always get cookie dough ice cream, and he would simply get vanilla.

    One day, I was walking home from school with my Brother when he suggested: “Hey sis, why not get some ice cream? The shop is right over there from your school after all.” We both smiled and I instantly agreed. We started trotting across the street and reached the store.  I ordered my usual as he did his; we sat down at the booth in the corner and started chatting away.

     “So, how was school today?” he simply asked. “Eh, wasn’t great, some of the kids picked on me… but it’s alright…” I said, looking a bit sad. “What? Who was it? Do I need to help you beat them up?” he said, chuckling to himself. I giggled a bit, “No thanks bro, I’ll be fine, heh.”

    After we finished most of our ice cream, he looked up at me seriously. “What did they say to you Lilly?” Lilly being a nickname he gave me. “They said I was ugly and threw mud at my coat that’s why I’m wearing this jacket… It stained my coat…” I looked sad again, almost crying. “Hey now Lilly… Don’t be sad… When we get home I’ll talk to mom and dad, and they will talk to the principal, alright?” He said, a smile on his face and his arm around me, hugging me. “Alright…” I said.

    We Left the ice cream shop a few minutes later and continued on our way home. We took the back road as it was faster with less carts and ponies going around. As we walked through the street we noticed a pony with a baseball bat in his mouth following us, but trying to rationalize it in our minds we just said that he was going to a baseball game. We walked through a tunnel and were then met by a sinister looking pony in front of us with a knife his mouth.

    My brother stood in front of me and told him to get out of the way. Now, of course he didn’t get out of the way, in fact he charged my brother. The pony with the bat now hit my brother in the back of the head. My brother then got mad; he charged at the pony with the bat after knocking away, the pony with the knife, he then continued to beat up the pony with the bat. The pony with the bat then ran up to my brother and stabbed him in the back. My brother and I both yelled, loud. The pony with the bat then hit my brother again in the head, knocking him out, then hitting me, having the same effect.