A shadows friend...

[Quillhart]

(It's not meant to be a pony story but I was so pleased with it so I wanted to share it with you)

(I rewrote it to make it a pony tale)

A shadows friend

The time was close to 10 pm on the little square in the town. He could see

it all were he stood on the mountain, the streets, the lights and all these

stressed ponies. He pulled down his great hood and a shadow settled before his

eyes, it was time. He loved the evening just as much as the dawn, it was then

the shadows were at most. It was then one could stand still in a corner without

anypony noticed. He began to walk down the mountain on the trail. He'd never

estimated being seen, in fact he despised those who made everything to be seen.

No, the shadows were his friends, the evening his brother and the dawn his

beautiful sister. And he was happy with that.

While he came closer to the city he pulled of his hood. A stallion on a walk in

the evening would no one send a thought. However a stallion with a covering hood

would bring way too much attention. He walked into the city, the

people hurried past him without giving him a look, and he cared just as

less about them. That’s how someponies were, they won´t care if they don´t know

you, why would he be any better? He knew nopony, he didn't care either. Life

could be lived without ponies, those deceitful, selfish ponies. No, he was

happy with life just as it was.

The time was here, he stood on his place where he always had been. The

ponies were all in a hurry and nopony noticed him. He didn't mind it, his

attention was on the other side of the square. Three floors up, the second

window laid his attention. There she was, she was sitting by her table

eating the same food as always. She was shining, she shined more beautiful and

brighter than any dawn or evening, her hair was shinier and wonderfully warm

then suns very first rays. In her dark eyes rested a shadow deeper, softer and

more beautiful than any shadow the sun could create. He felt the sadness like a

knife through his hart knowing that he didn't know her. What a pain it was to

look at her, what a pain it was to turn away. He wanted to go to her door, ring

on her bell and introduce himself and begin to know her, He wanted but the shadow

held him back. A deep sigh was heard from him. He understood that she would

have no time for him. She disappeared from the window and he knew that he

missed his chance, again. So he walked home and went to bed and was thinking of

the day tomorrow. Tomorrow he was going to try to meet her again. But he knew

inside that he wouldn't dare, that’s how it has always been. He sighed deeply, a

tear was pouring down his cheek before he turned and fell asleep. And he was

not happy with life just as it was.

[Shawnie]

that was really good. i love to read other peoples stuff

[Quillhart]

that was really good. i love to read other peoples stuff

Well thank you