Chapter 2- Flahbacks
''She's so cute!''
''Right?''
''Oh! We woke her up!''
I opened my eyes to see a pony with a light purple flowy mane hold me in her arms and a dark blue colt with a short white mane look at me. They were smiling, unknowing what was going to happen. I smiled back at them.
The sky was dark blue, lightning was flashing as she ran towards the house, holding me. She was tired, but determined to keep running, to keep me alive, to protect me. I remember crying that night. All i remember is a lightning bolt striking her as she screamed from the top of her lungs, she was just a few meters from the house. The next thing i remember is being in the hospital, attached to multiple machines. She was... dead
I still cry myself to sleep, thinking about her. Those flashbacks are all i have left of her, along with the diary. She was a happy pony, according to her diary. She has put multiple pictures there, the first time i walked, the first flight. I miss her...
I was about 8 and it was the best day of my life. I had just gotten my cutie mark! A brush and a pen, crossed. They appeared after the school speech i did about artistic skills. I was overjoyed! When i got home, i was excited to tell my dad, but she wasn't home. I figured he was in the mall or somewhere so i wasn't worried.
Later that day:
The phone rings and i pick it up. ''Hello?''
''Are you Violet Fleur?'' An unfamiliar voice asks.
''Yes'' I replied cautiously.
''We need you to come to the Manehattan Police Department''
-To be continued
