Clear Skies and Green Grasses
Clear Skies and Green Grasses
Opalescent particles trickle down from branches and leaves above, weaving through the cold, pleasant clutch of the autumn breeze. All vegetation and various pollen types dance rhythmically to these particles in the wind as the sunlight hops off on curved, angelic plants. Pencil sketched clouds drift off uncaring with little realization of their surroundings, soon to be herded by Pegasus of all shapes and sizes. The land unfolded in front of Twilight as these charismatic details painted a tremendous picture of grace and beauty. Pieces of these details slide down her eyes and plaster against her gleaming facial details. Fluttershy has a fond liking to animals and nature, but not to a deeper extent as twilight experienced here.
Her mane was sheared into partial, dense bundles flying through the soft winds on the peak of this hill. This breeze moves through a slit section of mountainous terrain and rides upwards through the green grasses, blowing across the edges like a circular, ice chilled hair dryer. This area was different, untouched by pony hooves and only known by Twilight herself. It remained behind the behemoth mountain that the dragon once slept behind, nopony dared to traverse near this monstrous formation after these events were dealt with... nopony except Twilight Sparkle. Whenever she was to head to this area, she would lie deceptively and use visual trickery so her piers wouldn't worry. To avoid walking long distances, she took the 4 PM train to Mainhattan and got off at the 2nd stop, which was so close to the mountain it left devious prints of dragon's char as she walked through the station. With only a few miles from the station and a slight detour from the tourist route, she arrived at her personal hill. This hill patiently unraveled itself at Twilight's arrival, since he's been left alone for quite some time now. It wasn't his fault a dragon scared off all his friends, Twilight knew and appreciated this.
It has been over 2 years since the Mane 6's first out-of-town trek to the next door mountainside where the dragon once laid. Only a mere month has passed since her success at saving the crystal empire with the dire assistance of her beloved Spike. In her bag was a quill feather, half-filled ink bottle, and a finely wrapped scroll. This area brought her peace and concentration, more so than the bustling centers of Ponyville, bringing her inspiration to write about this wonderful plain. A quirky smile popped up as she watched the leaves rodeo with the applauding flowers below. After this visual treat, Twilight pulled out a single feather and began to write.
Isn't Equestria Beautiful? From my sloped perspective, all insignificant specs of soil and every winged blade of grass captivates my senses. The lovely sky is a bountiful tray of aqua marine and innocent baby blue, with an aluminum base reflecting the natural details below. With the assistance of the sun, every organic and non-organic material is shone upon at such an angle that the shadows leap sharply onto this natural painting. All the hills line up in a type of chess-like structure, does that make me the queen? Is the positioning of these hills to protect their most important piece? I hope it's true, that they love me for whom I am, as I do for them.
These rolling pastures glance with piercing emerald eyes, focusing on me... If only. If only I could truly appreciate your beauty... if only. If only there was a great enough force to convey my feelings for you. I would stand up passionately with precise detail and thought that you aren't accustomed to. I would represent you with passionate words that have yet to be heard, inspiring generations to come... If only others cared to listen to you. You stare at these ponies; bitterly... painfully... lost in a sea of commercialism and self-arrogance. No soul could replicate your stare... your stare of unethical, distraught emoting. If only...
If only I could be the one that shares your pain, living in a plane of strangers with nobody to hold or love. If only I could be the one that is unappreciated and scorned, turned a blind eye and ridiculed. That I could of stand up to my mistakes and protect what I had, even if others never wanted that to happen. If only I could relate... being alone and suffering through the loose bonds of acquaintances and abused friendships. If only you knew...
Those dense, piercing eyes of various tones and colors... so many eyes... Insulting without words, beating without hoofs, laughing without a sound... Disregarding me as a joke, a fool, a worthless mare with no goals or reason of living. So many youthful eyes staring at my cylindrical cone upon my head with entranced words "dunce". Why... why do you have to stare at me that way? Your desensitized eyes that stab through my heart... why do you have to hurt me? Doesn't anyone here care about me? Stop being so cruel! Please stop... please... please stop!
With that, Twilight sparkle threw down her writing utensil and started shaking in her fur coat. Gasps of burning air singed her lungs as she desperately tried to hold herself together with frantic heartbeats and irregular breathing patterns. Her crystalline eyes stared indirectly at the swerving blades of grass, quickly losing all control. A black void... a dark, sinister void with echoes of laughter beating her to the floor. Her hands fell upon her head as she withered away into a panic-like state, encompassing her with indescribable mental brutality. Her skin was on fire, her lungs beating to that of a piston, her heart piercing from her chest, her eyes floating in a bowl of tears as they shook in various directions. These dripping tears fell gracefully into the hands of each grass blade, sliding down into the parched soil. She was alone...
Daylight has ended; the sun is recessing behind the sloped field and monstrous mountains in front of Twilight. Her body is in a slight state of comatose, blending the boundaries of reality and fiction. Heavy breathing and exhaustion hit her after that destructive experience, her muscles twitch across her whole body. With a desperate effort, her quill feather is retrieved from the sympathetic grasses holding it for her. As the sun sets across the valley, she writes one last note onto the scroll.
Isn't Equestria Beautiful...
