***(Based off of the original series My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic/Season 1, Episode 1: Friendship is Magic Part 1. I simply changed the names to create my own story plot and twist off of the original show itself. Each short story will be based off of an episode from MLP:FiM. The character development and whole of the stories themselves portray the series, thus credit must also go to Hasbro and the brilliant producers behind the series. The names and story line used are completely my ideas/development. I hope you enjoy my version of the show. The prologue consists of six sections to give a background on the beginning of the series and each main character. Then I will write the short story based off of Friendship is Magic: Part 1, and then Part 2, just like the original series but renamed and containing a different story line called Friendship Doesn't Matter: Part 1 & 2. Enjoy!)***
I woke up to the sun shining ferociously in my face, forcing me to surrender my sleep to its bright rays. Opening my eyes, I threw back the covers and hopped out of bed effortlessly. The smell of bacon and eggs was wafting through the house and a smile crept across my lips when I heard my little sister arguing with our mother about helping cook. I laughed to myself, knowing good and well her cooking skills guaranteed burnt juice, rather than burnt toast. Crazy, huh?
"But mom," she complained in her squeaky seven year old voice. "I really can cook!"
I started down the steps, giggling aloud. "You've gotta be kidding me, Belle," I smirked. "You couldn't cook if the world depended on it."
Belle crossed her arms, huffing and puffing at my comment. "Oh ya, well, you're…. er…. A horrible sister!"
I shoved my face into hers, a devilish grin cutting off her rude snare. "Ouch," I answered sarcastically. "Bite me!"
Belle's eyes widened and she whined unceasingly. "Moooommmm!"
My mother swung her head around, face as red as blood, and frustration seemingly pouring from her clenched teeth. "Charity," my mother hissed. "Be nice to your sister, or I swear I'll take away all of your privileges!"
"What privileges," I inquired challengingly. "It's not like I've got any friends or spectacular hobbies."
My mother sighed, flipping the bacon and eggs around in the sizzling skillet. "You do have your clothes…."
I nearly jumped out of my own skin at her reply. "No way," I screeched. "My clothes are like, me, ya know? They're all I got to add color to my life."
"Then behave," she responded, avoiding eye contact.
My face drained of color and I wrung my hands nervously. The simple threat of taking away my sense of style and availability to express it nearly devoured my entire being. But my mother was always saying things like that, and it wasn't new hearing the "I'll give away anything precious to you" scenario. In fact, it was as if she was always trying to find some way to mention or encourage giving our belongings away to the less fortunate, but little did she know I had personally run a good will drive last weekend. It was something I did often, actually, but I never had an interest in telling my mother.
My mother gazed at me questioningly as my brain wandered off, and then continued cooking breakfast. "A package came in the mail for you today."
My spirits instantly rose, knowing good and well it had to be the designer heels I'd just bought online. Perfect timing actually, I thought. The school dance was right around the corner and I was lucky to have gotten such a deal on the darling shoes.
"Here," my mom handed me the package, but it was smaller than I expected. "I didn't know you ordered jewelry."
I stared at the box, confused. I hadn't bought jewelry, so where did it come from? Curious, I cut off the tape and pulled each flap back, one at a time. The exquisite piece was wrapped delicately with gold foil. I slowly and carefully unraveled the packaging until its contents were revealed to me.
A bright light unlike anything I'd ever seen poured itself into my eyes. The piece of jewelry appeared as if it were a broach. I stared at the object itself, a diamond shaped blue gem, shimmering with intensity. I tried to look away but I couldn't.
Suddenly frightened, I called for my mom. I couldn't hear my own voice. The room grew even more concentrated in light, and I could feel my entirety being swallowed by its energy. I panicked, but it was almost too late to react in anyway because I was already falling through oblivion.
The last thing I saw was the diamond shaped blue gem again, this time grouped with two others just like it.
