Disclaimer: My little pony belongs to Hasbro.
Walking on clouds. It was something I did mostly every day of my life.
Its not a special talent I have. And its not a big deal.
My name is silver ring. I have a short blue and purple mane, blue eye's, and a dark pink coat.
I live in Cloud's dale and always will.
One day I flew over to cloud dale's news shop, where i worked to go and see what was I to do next. When i arrived, the place was crazy!
Pegasus where all flying around. Paper and ink where all over the place.
I flew over to the front desk and gave my boss a look that told him I was asking what was going on.
Sorry silver, i guess you can take a day off today. He said looking down at business papers.
Thank sir. i said taking the opportunity to have a break.
uh huh. he said waving his hoof in the air.
I flew out the door and headed to my favorite restaurant.
the winged pastry.
As i arrived, i noticed it was awkwardly quiet. and there was a slight feeling of fear in the air.
As I looked into one of the far corner's, my jaw dropped and my blue eye's widened.
there was a dead pony on the ground.
her long, dark purple mane was scattered on the ground while covering her face.
and the blood on her face almost blended into her dark pink coat.
I'm sorry ma'am. said a deep harsh voice. But i am going to have to ask you to leave.