My little foal, book 1: Dreams of a Young Unicorn

by Eris the Eagle

A young unicorn with dreams of adoption, love, and his cutie mark, meets two more foals and that they too have dreams, and together they suffer through hardship, in order that their main dream shall be fulfilled.

2. Chapter 2

Hello! My dear fans, I am so sorry. I've had to go to the doctor, get a small surgery, and then recover from said surgery, but all should be good know, and I hope to be able to continue my most popular story, Eris the Eagle! Thnx for the love and support while I was gone!

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Chapter 2

Racing Stripes Stepped out of the carriage. "Come on, Good!, we are already late!". Not that I care, He thought. He was bored, as was usual. He was, unfortunately, Very used to boredom, so he always tried to notice the unusual. So, therefor, He noticed something odd about the windows. While most of them had curtains concealing the room inside, one window was not like that. Indeed, the curtain was either non-existent, or else thrown wide open. Therefor, he noticed the small black-white swirl of a colt staring out the window.

The young colt noticed this and quickly passed out of view. "Who is that?" he inquired to the head-Mare, a strange dark green Pegasus with the peculiar name of Mane Value. She looked at where he pointed, and snarled " That colts full time punishment is over-due! Don't you agree, Qwillus?" The young dragon next to her nodded, rather fearful, he thought. "But what did he do?" he asked, and she looked at him. "He tried to POSION me!" She snarled, and he jumped. He had never seen a pony snarl, and it had startled him. "How?" he asked. "He said that he ACCIDENTELY forgot to rinse off MY plate, so that I should FORGIVE him for HIS wrongdoings! But I didn't buy it!" She finished proudly. "Now were is that friend of yours?"

Good Hearth Glanced up at the mention of her name. "Do I have to?" She whispered. "Yes, you do." The Head-Mare answered. "OK" The filly sighed, and hopped out of the carriage. "I do hope you come to like this place." The Head-Mare glanced at her direction, and started going to the orphanage. Hearth Glanced up and looked at the orphanage. In her mind she had imagined it better than what it actually looked; instead of nice, blossoming trees, most of the trees were withered and dying; Instead of a nice looking place, the walls were cracked, the paint peeling. In her mind, it looked rather like a prison.

She hoped she was wrong.