The Equestria Games

“I am Fiddle and I will be picking the 2 representatives for the Equestria Games!!!”

The crowd stays utterly silent, if they were to speak, some might be penalized.

Fiddle takes out a glass bowl filled with brass spheres, in each one is our names marked with our cutiemark.

“And so the works of President SnowFall, I am pleased to announce…”

Just then everything stopped for me, a shudder up my back. Nobody moved, sometimes I have my own imagination, halfly because of my weak dyslexia.

Everything is slow, and then I hear my worst nightmare: T-----i-----z—a-n-i-a F-os-t-W-o-o-d!-!

Tizania Fostwood. I thought to myself, and then it hit me. Tizzy.

“Please come up to the stand!!!” Fiddle exclaimed

Tizzy slowly motions to me but she is grabbed by two armored colts.

“TIZZY!!!” I screamed louder than I thought,

Everyone turned around and faced me. This was the first time ive ever felt like a standout. The whole district watched me with their sad blue eyes.

“Is there an exception?” Fiddle remarked in a staggery voice

“Err, Yes!” I made clear to myself

“Well?” Fiddle said to me like it was to the whole world

Thinking fast, I said some words I would regret later

“I will take her place” I shakingly say

“So be it”

The colts drop Tizzy on the ground and mom and I rush to Tizzy’s comfort

“And the other representative will be!” Fiddle announced

“Vidian Zellark!”

The gears in my head started moving, I remembered that name from  somewhere, just, where?

Then it shocked me.

Vivian Zellark was the stallion that worked in a mill near my home,

Once when I was a young filly, I went off to look for food when my mother was sick. I came across that mill and inside I heard some chatter.

“Vivian Zellark!!!” a loud mare like voice yelled

“Yes mother?”

“You burnt the bread!” the mare scolded

“well…”

The mare glanced a stare at the little stallion and threw the bread out side.

I grabbed the bread and ran, but I knew the boy looked out the window and watched my escape.

“HEATHER”

“Uh Yes?!”

“Get up to the stand please!!!” Fiddle strictly said

I walked up slowly as the crowd made me a wide path as I stepped

“These are the reprisentitives!” Fiddle exclaimed

When I got home, I went to my small cottage room and remarked.

Crud.