The sky was grey in Canterlot. As storm clouds flew in from Cloudsdale. Though this did not discourage a small band of colts and fillies from their hike. For they wished to see the Canterlot sculpture garden, and nothing would stand in their way. When they arrived two colts and a filly separated from the group.
"Wow. Look at these things, they're so beautiful." Whispered the awestruck filly.
"Pshh, they all look like funny rock's to me." Bickered one of the colts.
"Ah. You just don't understand art." Argued the filly.
"I agree. They're just wonderful. Especially that one." The other colt declared, as he pointed to one of the many statues. One of a mare in medieval armor, sitting proudly with her eyes closed.
"Who is that?" Asked the art despising colt.
The filly looked at the inscription.
"It doesn't say her name, but it does say this. Many years ago, she was one of princess Celestia's protégés, a skilled warrior and commander of the equestrian army. She was turned to stone for being a traitor."
"Ha, serves her right." Grunted the art hating colt.
"Well I don't think that's very(scream)!" Exclaimed the other colt as thunder echoed through the sky, and a simultaneous lightning strike hit the statue."
"Whow!" Shouted the now shocked filly.
"Ha ha! Wimp." Laughed the brash colt.
"Them's fightin word's!"
The two colts tumbled into a fight. After a few seconds the filly broke up the fight.
"Hey leave him alone. Besides, you looked pretty scared yourself."
"Pff, whatever." Disagreed the brash colt.
As rain started to fall the trio and the rest of the group decided it was time to leave.
...
As the storm erupted, the statue for which they had gazed began to shake, and crumble. Until finally, it cracked. And it was within the cracks a light had appeared. It gloomed brighter, and brighter, until. The statue broke. And within the dust sat the silhouette of a mare. The mare dropped from the pedestal, and coughed as she rose.