The sun peaked through on the barren landscape, shinning its glorious golden yellow over the ground, the shadows illuminated a bluish effect, and the dirt seemed like water, bathed by the suns gleaming sheet of light.
it seemed so empty
Walking on the road was a pony, a simple pony, nothing more and nothing less. While walking, what came into notice of this pony was a wooden bridge, marked Aris memorial. The memorial bridge became somewhat of a symbol for the pony, a glimmer of hope, something that would define the pony's life in a way that could not be explained. She took no care of it but a small thought. Far far away in a far far distance came the calling, the calling that put her on the trail. She moved ahead wearily not turning at the slightest sight. Only looking forward to what was to come, what was to be. Her heart raced as she got closer, the blood running a little faster. As she looked at a further road not only in her sight but in her mind, she experienced melancholy and some slight guilt.
could she just turn back?
No, not now, this was her chance, this was her wooden bridge.
She wanted to trot, but only walked. The call became louder, ringing through her ears with a screeching noise. This was the destination her whole world was reflected on. The whole of her inner being was now reliant on this, this one destination, this one calling. Aris it rang in her head again, Aris ringing as loud as the calling. She knew who Aris was, but wanted to know her personally, to see what Aris would think in this situation.
Aris
Eventually her destination was reached, and when reached, she didnt know what to feel.
So she felt nothing at all.
"Applejack?" said another pony. "Yes sir" said Applejack.
And it looked like this was it.
