(Hope you like it @Stormfrost! It was fun to write.)
“Wimp!”
“Dud!”
“Loser!”
Moon winced as the other yearlings threw sand at her. They had chased her for a good portion of the day, and she was too tired to keep running.
“Finally too tired to run, aye?” Flickerlake, the leader of the weanling bullies, snorted. “And her useless wings can’t carry her.” The other bullies laughed and threw more sand.
Moon gasped as Sharphoof, Flickerlake’s best friend, shoved her onto the sand. “Whoops!” He nickered sarcastically.
“I think we should give her something that she will remember.” Flickerlake nickered menacingly. “Let’s make it so she can’t walk. She’ll be dead by morning.”
The bullies held Moon down.
~
Pain.
Moon opened her eyes, pain shooting through her legs. She could just barely stand up, but couldn’t walk. The bullies had broken both her forelegs.
Tears slipped down Moon’s cheeks. She would surely be killed by some predator, alone like this in the desert.
“Momma? What should I do?” She cried.
~
“Sometimes you have to be brave, Moon.” Moon’s mother, Rosebloom, whispered to Moon, who was only fifteen days old at the time.
“But I’m scared Momma! I am scared that I will fall as soon as I try to fall!” Moon shuddered, looking at her wings. “Other black foals can’t fly, that means I can’t either.”
“You are different from most black foals, Moon.” Rosebloom reassured. “You are a filly. Things may be possible for you that the other didn’t have.”
“How will I know when I am ready to fly?” Moon asked, her voice quivering.
Rosebloom patted her foal reassuringly. “Sometimes, it is just a leap of faith.”
~
Moon, now a weanling, sat by the edge of a cliff, idly preening her feathers, unknowing of Flickerlake and his gang sneaking up on her.
Flickerlake grabbed a large rock in his wing, and hurtled it a Moon, laughing as she screamed, clutching her hoof.
The earth trembled. “Earthquake!” Sharphoof screamed. The bullies flew away from the cliff. Moon shook in fear.
Suddenly, a large section of the cliff collapsed, sending Moon with it.
“Fly, Moon! Fly!” Screamed Rosebloom’s voice in her ear. Moon opened her wings, stopping her fall, and for the first time in her life, she flew.
~
The sun had set, and Moon was still alone. The situation still was grim. “What should I do?” Moon whispered.
The answer seemed to come on the breeze. “Leap of faith.” The wind whispered. “Sometimes it just takes a leap of faith. Fly.”
“That’s it!” Moon nickered excitedly. “Fly!”
Grunting, she got back up on her hooves, and extended her wings. Ignoring the pain, she got a running start, and pushed off the ground.
She started heading back to Desert Herd camp, but then realized that that was not where she wanted to go. She wanted to go higher.
Moon flew higher and higher, stretching her wings towards the moon hanging in the sky so far above her.
Moon went higher then she had ever gone before. She went farther then anyone had gone before. The moon seemed to give her the strength and energy to go on.
The sky gradually changed to black. Moon squinted, seeing a gold line far above her.
She reached the gold line and paused. Stretching out before her was a lush and radiant meadow. A golden meadow. Billions of pegasi were in this meadow, talking to her and playing games.
A pegasus flew towards Moon, one she recognized almost immediately. Her mother.
“Rosebloom!” She cried, holding her mother tight. “Where am I?”
Rosebloom smiled. “You are in the Golden Meadow now, my daughter. You were able to fly all the way up here.”
Moon sniffled. “Does that mean I am dead now?”
“Not exactly. You are still living, yet you can’t leave here.” Rosebloom nickered.
“Leave? I don’t want to.” Moon smiled. She was finally somewhere were she could be accepted, and live peacefully.
Rosebloom and Moon continued to hug, glad to finally be reunited.
Awww....
SO SWEET!!!!!!!!!!! but also really sad!!!!!!
WOW!!! This is good!!!
I like the story but I'm sad that she went to the golden meadow so young