Chapters This story is taking place from Apple Bloom's prospective.
Today was a day like any other, I woke up before the rooster, (once again,) and made my way downstairs. The air was a bit chilly, but it's always that way during the end of winter. I made my way downstairs when the all too familiar aroma of apples filled my nostrils. Call me crazy, but no matter how many times I get a whiff of apples, I get goosebumps. Upon arriving in the kitchen I saw Granny Smith and Applejack stomping on, and crushing a few of the apples we keep for ourselves.
Together Applejack and I scooped up the crushed apples from the gigantic wooden bucket into a bowl, and ran the apples through a bowl with lots of holes. I still don't remember what it's called but my family just calls it "The Applesauce Maker," because that's all we do with it. Make applesauce. After the peels are all out Applejack and I set out four bowls on the table.
My big brother (Big Macintosh) slammed open the door and ran inside. The door swung open and hit my flank so hard I flew outside from the open window where I was standing, and into the pig's mud pit.
Author's Note
I apologize for the grammatical errors currently present in the first two chapters. I have friendly proof-readers working on it. Thank you and I will fix the errors as soon as possible. Thanks for reading! :)
The air outside is chilly, but it's warmer than the recent nights, a sign of winter's impending end. I made my way to the hill that was bare of apple trees like we agreed. The moon and stars shone brightly, and there were no clouds in sight. It was the perfect night for our mission to get the scrap metal from the barn. I made my way up the hill but no sign of either Sweetie Belle or Scootaloo yet. I stand around for a while watching the fire flies repeatedly light up and go dark. Soon after I hear the crunch of the grass. I look over to see two small figures approaching me from the darkness.
We set off from the tiny hill and trotted quietly to the barn. We came up to the big red door of the barn. It was looming over us like a giant."So that's where the hay's been going..." I thought.
"Well this metal ain't gonna carry itself," I sighed.KABOOM!
I opened my eyes to see Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle lying on the ground in front of me. Our tree house was shattered. Pieces of broken wood and glass lay all around me and the other Cutie Mark Crusaders. I was dizzy and confused. I looked around and saw it was still nighttime. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo's heads popped up and began looking around also. Despite the big amount of wreckage, none of us were hurt. I looked around again and saw three figures running towards us from the darkness. A stallion and two mares. Uh oh. I thought before blacking out... again.
Author's Note
I didn't want to steal someone's transmutation circle drawing so if you would like to know what one looks like feel free to goolge it. :)
I woke up the next morning and I walked downstairs. Once again the aroma of apples filled my nostrils giving me goosebumps. I trotted into the kitchen to see a note and applesauce on the kitchen table. I made my way over and took note of how the weather was much warmer than it's been the past few days and nights. I hopped up onto the table and looked at the parchment on the table. The ink was still wet letting me know it was written recently. I stared at it a minute trying to work out the words in my head. Apple Bloom, clean tree house, love Applejack , is all I could understand, but, it was enough for me to tell what I needed to do. I looked out the window to see my big brother and sister working on the farm. I wish I was working on the farm. I thought to myself. I left without eating breakfast to get a quick start on cleaning the rubble, so I could get back to the farm as soon as possible.
I made my way to the tree house and felt my stomach rumble. This was a bad idea. I thought. I felt the dew under my hooves, and heard birds chirping, and finally took in the warm air. When I saw the tree house my eyes began to tear up. I never thought about how I we'd have to rebuild the whole tree house, at least, not until now. I began sifting through the rubble hoping to find something, anything not broken. A picture, a vase, anything, to keep as memory of the first Cutie Mark Crusader's clubhouse. No such luck. The only thing still intact I could find was the old blanket from the barn. I held back my tears and began cleaning up the rubble. I set stack after stack of broken wood and glass on the blanket and dragged it back to the house for the garbage ponies to get. When I was almost done I sat on the stump that used to hold our tree house to rest. I began reminiscing about spending time in the tree house. It was sad, but nice to think about. I was deep in thought when something in the rubble caught my eye. I made my way to the shiny spot that was peering from the rubble.
I sifted the rubble over trying to dig up what I saw earlier. I dug up what I thought at the time to be wood shavings. I looked closely and saw that it wasn't wood shavings, but gold shavings! This is amazing.I've got to tell Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo! I thought before trotting off. Sorry Granny Smith, but I've got to break the rules this time.
I woke up with water all over my face and my whole family standing over me, with Applejack holding a bucket. COUGH! COUGH!
Later that night my family sat Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and I at a table and demanded an explanation.Darn!
Cutie Mark Crusaders Alchemists!
I slowly trotted over to the tree house, deep in thought. This book just has to work." CRASH! THUD! My gaze on the ground broke and shot upwards to see a hole in the roof of the tree house! I galloped forward with all the speed I could muster, and never took my eyes off of the gaping hole in the roof.
I stormed into the tree house to see rubble from the roof and my two best friends, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, on the floor, dazed.Oh sure SHE can read. I thought to myself.Don't worry Applejack, Big Macintosh, Granny Smith. I'm gonna save our farm!
