Splatterink stared out the window, her head resting on it gently. She sighed and let her head drop to her side. Her deep, short, scarlet mane brushed to the side and her deep blue eyes gazed longingly at the dark, midnight sky. An old Pegasus trotted over to her.

"Splatterink, shouldn't you be training? The Pegasus whinnied, his mouth barely visible beneath his white beard and moustache. Splatterink turned herself to the Pegasus and sighed.

"I don't want to, I'm never going to earn wings like yours," she murmured. The Pegasus shook his head and came beside the brown horse.

"Now Splatterink, things never come easily. I know it's been hard not getting your cutie mark after all these years, but you can't give up. Destiny will present itself at the right moment," the old grey geezer told her "Until then you can ready yourself and get to studying."

"But Grandfather Aquestria!"

"No buts, now get to work! Night time is a peaceful time to study." Splatter sighed and watched Grandfather Aquestria leave her.

"Crazy old coot," she muttered. She returned her gaze out the window and saw a star fall from the sky. It seemed to end at the horizon where the outline of a city stood. Was this the sign she was waiting for? With no hesitation Splatter ran out of the building and into the forest in the back. She looked around vigorously.

"Pony Sprite? Pony Sprite? Where are you?" She called in a hush tone. Suddenly a sparkly object flew into her face. It was a tiny pony with pixie wings. It was no bigger than an apple.

"What's up splatter?" the pony asked. Splatter flapped her wings happily.

"I saw it Freespirit! I saw a sign!" she exclaimed. The Pony Sprite named Freespirit landed on Splatters nose.

"Of course you did silly, there's always a sign on the door of Grandfather Aquestria's house!" Freespirit giggled. Spatter scowled.

"Not that kind of sign! I mean a sign that will lead me to my cutie mark! Grandfather Aquestria would always tell me stories of how people got a cutie mark and told me that there's usually a sign ahead of time! I want to go check it out but not alone. I don't trust grandfather enough so I thought I could turn to you," Splatter explained. Spirit grinned wildly.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? Let me guide you and assist you!" she exclaimed dashing off.

"You don't even know where we are going!" Splatter exclaimed running after her. The wind wisped through Spirits pink hair. Splatter caught up and nudged Spirit who stopped and rolled onto Splatter's head. She giggled.

"Alright, so where are we going then?" She asked. Splatter left the forest and sat in front of Grandfather Aquestria's house. She pointed to the city on the horizon.

"There, that's where I want to go," She explained.

"Where do you want to go?" asked a child's voice. Splatter spun around and looked at a boy whose head was poking out the upstairs window. He had a brown coat like Splatter and the same hair but copper tones eyes.

"No where Crackerjack, now go back to bed!" she replied.

"Are you Cutie Mark hunting again?" Crackerjack asked eagerly.

"None of your business!" Splatter replied. Crackerjack vanished into his room and then came out the front door.

"I wanna come! I wanna come!" he exclaimed. Splatter scowled.

"Mom won't like it," she reminded him.

"Who cares? I am so thrilled!" he exclaimed jumping up and down. Splatter sighed and Spirit piped up.

"I figured out where that is! That's Ponyville!" she exclaimed, leaping off Splatter's nose. Splatter turned and looked at the sun, rising on the town called Ponyville. She smiled, heading towards the spot of her destiny.