Night wish

by mareinthemoon

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Dark, Sad, Adventure
Length: 1446

To love and tolerate is the tale all ponies share as the foundation to their kingdom. But as with all tales the truth remains uncertain,only through the eyes of a little princess does the truth shine true, a wish in the night for the mare in the moon

Little moon princess shown a light quite divine, a gentle soul of moonlights embrace.
In her heart theirs no time to waist for in her hooves lies the fate of a race.
Days turned to nights as she turned to the stars, a wish every night on her mind.
A wish of a friendship to last for all time so she may leave all her sorrow behind.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-10 08:50:55 UTC

In the forest where none shall go

Night wish ~* ****

We never expected any help from them, it was simply something we were used to. Like the child who grows in  and regret, we too found a way to come to terms with it: our special way of life.

We live in a magic kingdom beside the forest where none shall go.

To be more accurate, we reside in this supposedly terrible forest.The ground may not be riddled with green hills below blue sunny skies, but we have something far better.

We have a lush terrain teeming with tall grass, muddied swamps and dark caverns. Perfect places to hide until nightfall.

Now before I continue, I should make one thing clear: we are not some odd monsters like Changelings or vampires. No, we became nocturnal for a different reasons.

Just beyond the edge of the forest rests a small settlement, where ponies bearing no wings or horns reside. They dig at the soil with their hooves, praying for Mother Earth to bear fruit.

We know better. This land is cursed.

Those who do not appeal to the princess must flee to this forsaken forest, or else face the same fate that so many before us have met.

We are not welcome here. That much is clear. To them, we’re lowly, subordinate. But if we are the lesser beings, then why do they fear us? We who are no more than runaway slaves in the eyes of society, starving in the shadows.

No. We are destined for something much more than this.

The sun shines under her orders and we are hunted under it. When the night comes, the daymare slumbers and we are free to fly again.

These trees are a prison. I wish every night for a place to call home, where the sun’s light isn't a reason to cower.

I wish...

And I wish...

Just like I’ve wished every night for ten years.

Among the clutch, we have the last two younglings of our race. The little ones lost their parents long ago, so the elderly and the wounded take for them.

I miss our sparkling home beneath the world. The walls were like the fine glass doors of a palace, and from there it was easy for us to simply fly out to the open sky to return with food for all the younglings.

But all they know is this hell. They know nothing of those beautiful caves and snow topped mountains. No, all they know is muted colors and the way we run screaming from daylight.

I sigh as I look feebly at the moon once more praying to anyone that would hear me.

“Please,” I whisper to the stars.

The prayer I've said a thousand times before..

But even tho this is all in vain, I keep trying.

I hope for our salvation, hoping is the last thing we have.

My eyes become heavy as the wound in my side begins to sting at my ribs again.

I look down to my wound, slightly alarmed yet not surprised at all.

The once slender cut along my side is now swollen wide and leaking some strange clear liquid. The smell of it is not too pleasant either but for some reason the various insects here have taken a liking to it. I don't care for the small larva that now nest within the swollen wound on my side but I don't bother to move them either, that is their new home...who am I to take that from them?

I close my eyes as I gingerly lower myself to the small patch of grass below me.My lungs shakily fill with that precious air which is to my disdain,riddled with an unsightly aroma.

I then realize as my eyes close that is the smell of a dead being....

That its coming from me.

The air halted going into the grey coated ones lungs and the clutch of four became a clutch of three.

The sun finally set and the small group could take their once proud leader to the open sky for a proper burial beneath the glittering stars. For the entire day they mourned his passing, the younglings curled helplessly against his still side as the elder watched, guarding the small cave of which they hid.

The elderly one had a coat of midnight blue, her green eyes glazed over by age as she watched the scene. She was not too far off from meeting Sonata in the next life herself,staring at the young colt who had died far before his time only proved to show how little time she herself must have left.

Now she was the only one left to guard the future of their race, with that said she knew there was no chance of them surviving another attack.

The little ones who had barely seen the world would fall as they all have, this was in itself cruel.

In her deep thought the pinpoints of glimmering sun shine penetrated the thick forest canopy above them, the sunny patches crawling along the dank floor before them like the encroaching beast of their nightmares.

That light did not threaten their graceful way of life , no. It promised the destruction of their own personal world and to erase them from this world as if they had never been there.

The sirens song that was sweet oblivion drew closer and closer as the suns set and moons arose.

“Nano...” The small foal beside her squeaked out, he awoke early as did his twin brother. Their golden eyes looking at the elder of their now clutch of three.

She could not bear to look them in the eye,such small frail things yet they knew all too well of the hardships of this bleak world. Hardened like soldiers who had feasted on the battlegrounds of lore yet still so very weak.

“He’s no longer with us....Nano is part of the great  sea now like all our kind.” She motioned up to the skies above the forest canopy, the two foals following her worn hoove to look up and sigh.

“Under the moons light the sea becomes alive again and our loved ones shine down on us, offering hope in dark times..younglings...who is the northern one?”

The two sat down as lesson time, more or less review time began. The foals had coats of a ebon kissed with a gentle lavender over tone,they wore identical spiked up manes of pitch black.

“That is Kakai, The great father.” The younger foal looked up to the sky for any traces of Kakai, and once more when they needed them most the fae never appeared in the great sea above.

“When can we go back to motherland?”

His brother looked not at the sky but to the older ones eyes, one was ever the dreamer while the other wanted to know everything he could.

“You know we cannot return to motherland,it was taken from us and we will not fight again..”

“Thats not fair Mamaro! we did nothing wrong and those horned beasts took our home while we slept..it....its not fair..” The foal whimpered as tears began to fall from his face, they could not remember their home now, it was just the stuff of legends to them.

The mare sighed and nuzzled the two foals close to her, the unicorns were merciless in fumigating their caverns and for what? Some glittering rocks to be sold off for a pretty piece of metal? Their entire species gone now all except three for the copper in a mares purse.

Her ears twitched scant moments before the rustling of leaves echoed in the cave.”stay here..” The mare moved a large rock,placing the foals behind it in the cave.” Whatever happens don't come out until I come get you.” With that she turned tail and headed outside, praying it was just some woodland friend looking for a new home as well.

“ Well well....what have we got here Slate?”

“I think its one of those mutant ponies.”

The two white stallions chuckled as they looked her over.

Her coat was a sullen, dark purple resembling the darkest of the sky just before dawn, her fangs bared at this guards,knowing it provoked  no semblance of intimidation but it was all she had.

All went quiet as the birds fled the scene, the foals helpless as they watched them leave in haste.

An ill omen.

After curling together in that small hole,waiting for the mare that would never come for what appeared to be eons, the gentle moonlight fell into the thick forest and they were safe to live another night.