We were told to never cross over there. In all of Ponyville and in the Pony world, there was one place that was off for all not to go near. There was no reason to even go to that place. Asking other ponies to explain why that was, only seem useless.
Standing on the edge of the short of a beach, having the waves only tickle the tips of my hooves. With the sun starting to set, the skies occupying of coral, gold, sunflower, and tomato, soon changing into darker colors.
"Well, I'll be darn, the sky more purdy here than in town." I ending up saying out loud.
It was than, when I saw it. The sun finally gone with only the fleeting stars and a waxing moon. But my eyes were somewhere else. Seeing dim, orange lights resting above the cold, navy vividness sea.
Something was out there. And the grownups and elders won't say a word about it. As if it's not there at all. But for some reason, I think other wise.
That feeling comes when I see those lights. When my head turns and eyes land on my cutieless mark side. That place, I don't why, but my answer could be there. Of getting my cutie mark, maybe I'll get the others to come along.
Sweetie Bell might finally become a full baker or singer. Maybe a dress-maker like her sis.
Scootaloo always dreams of running her own sport class someday.
Babs Seed might finally become the next Pinkie Pie!
Who knows? But I and even the others would never know, if we can't even go over there.
It's a feeling, as I said before. But not in a danger kind of way. More of a . . .
"Apple Bloom!" Somepony shouted. "You better yell back, before I kickin' hay the living dickens out of something."
AppleJack!
No, if she finds me here. I'll be in a heap of trouble. Dashing over into some bushes that lead to a small path hiding in the woods, a few feet away from the beach.
I got to get the clubhouse and act like I was sleeping. Yeah! Great plan!
Hearing her voice fading fast, when knowing I was far away enough, the running went to a slow trot. Once seeing the clubhouse in sight, went up the path way and lay on the rug. Not worry to fake sleep when the running took a lot out of me.
"Apple Bloom!"
Last thing reaches my hearing before closing my eyes to sleep, with the lights in my dream guiding me to what my cuite mark could be someday.
A smile easily glided on my face, no doubt my sis finding me with it. The trouble later will be worth it.
'Cause when I'm older and when others won't have to worry about me. I'll go find those lights and find out what they mean.
I hope these dreams are what the light could be, 'cause they look so purdy for something so simple.
The End.