It was a beautiful sight every morning in Ponyville. The sleepy town welcomed the sunshine with the melodious cooing of the dawn chorus birds – Greenfinch, Eurasian Wren, Robin, Blackcap, Tawny Owl, Goldfinch, Eurasian Wren, Chaffinch, Chiffchaff, Garden Warbler, Song Thrush, Dunnock and Willow Warbler. The flowers spread beauty and vitality as they bloomed in tender gaiety and swayed gracefully to the background melody.
Morning cheer was in full glory and everybody in the prairie land walked with a beat in their heart and a spring in their step. But, some of them galloped and flew into the distant horizons to find that elusive pot of rainbow.
One such girl is Grace! A nine year old, bright mind with a huge weakness for dolls, fuzzy and furry thingies, frosty cuppie cakes, warm toasty pies, ooey-gooey dripping chocolate, neon hued and horned unicorns and sugary syrupy breakfasts with strawberries, sunny fried eggs and ham on the side. And oh, don´t forget the frothy vanilla ice-cream shake which always left the perfect milk moustache on that sweet spot between her nose and lips. Which she loved to twirl and twirl endlessly in great satisfaction and pride!
She woke up with one winked eye to the glorious sun-rays that met her gaze for the first time in the day. There was no escaping the thick, fat aromas of love emanating from the oven either. How could anyone be cold and acerbic when you have goodness and kindness surrounding and shielding you like guardians angels all the time?
´Wake up, Rarity! It´s morning time!´
Grace plonked her pink fluffy unicorn friend who loved dancing on rainbows into her arms as they got out of the bed to conquer the day.
´Here we come, World!´, she declared as she finished brushing her pearly whites.
Grace dashed into the kitchen and darted straight for her Mommy´s jiggly wiggly tummy. As she hit her target successfully, she planted a sweet kiss on her Mummy´s jelly belly and looked up eagerly for more TLC. Her mother flashed the áll-knowing´ smile and caressed her curly locks.
´Breakfast is ready! I made some French Toast with Cardamom Whipped Cream and your favourite Blackberry Jam with some Frankfurters on the side. It´s Chocolate and Strawberry shake today.´
After Grace devoured her royal breakfast befitting a true princess, she went in for her beauty bath and quickly changed into her favourite pink and purple sparkly tutu skirt and white tee with a glitter of gold and sparkly silver ballerina shoes.
´Life is simply beautiful!´´, she thought and smiled to herself.
´Bye Mom! I´ll be back in the evening.´, as she blew several kisses in her direction.
Grace galloped like a pony from one puddle to another. It rained last night in Ponyville and the smell of the earth lend an incomparable aura of freshness to the place. As she headed into the woods, she wondered why she never encountered any ponies in Ponyville. But for now, her daily encounters entailed squirrels, deers, racoons, foxes and wild rabbits.
She came across a swamp and couldn´t resist checking her reflection in it. As she bent over on her knees and peered in excitedly, she let out a shocked gasp. There was an old wrinkly woman with a long curved nose and wiry hair staring intently right back at her. Grace jumped backwards in fright and immediately started touching her face, nose and hair. She checked there were no wrinkles on her body. Her nose seems in proportion and her hair was as silky straight and soft as they always were.
´Grace, Come closer, my child!´, whispered a shaky, deep voice in the background.
A gigantic caterpillar came out of nowhere in front of her and slithered forward in the direction of the voice. Grace followed the creature as it led her towards the same spot where she saw that eery reflection.
´Hello Grace! I am the Willow Maiden! I answer and grant all wishes that are whispered in the deepest, darkest depths of this woods.´
´Hello Willow Maiden! I don´t understand..What question and what wishes?´
´You wondered why there were no ponies in Ponyville.´
´Yes, that!´, smiled Grace feeling at ease for the first time in their eventful encounter.
´Once upon a time, there were ponies galore in Ponyville. Until….´
´Until the Emperor of Ponyville was cast under a spell and the kingdom held in hostage. The beyond beautiful ponies were all devoured by the savage Eagletons who left no trace of the species anywhere on the land.´
´There is no hope for Ponyville to witness ponies ever again.?’
´Grace, these were no ordinary ponies. They were with magical powers and could do the most incredible things.´
´Wow, magical ponies! Really? And incredible things..like what? Tell me, tell me!´ pleaded Grace earnestly.
´There were unicorns in Ponyville, Grace.And without them, Ponyville has never been the same again. Let´s forget about them. Do you have a wish that I can grant?´
´Yes, Willow Maiden! But, I am not sure if you can grant it. I have always wanted to be a Unicorn.´
Í knew it!´, smiled the Willow Maiden. ´Of course I can! Close your eyes and make the silent wish. It has to be said in all sincerity and honesty and only then, can I help you unravel your wishful thinking.´
Grace followed the instructions obediently. She felt a sudden force completely take over her being. In no time, she found herself zipping fast, faster and faster in momentum as she went flying all across the swamps in a hurried frenzy until she was plopped hard onto the green banks.
The Willow Maiden was no where in sight and the giant caterpillar mysteriously disappeared as well.
As she rose up, she found her gait unfamiliar. She found herself comfortable on her fours and could see her nose for the very first time. As she tried to reach out for it and feel it, she found that she simply couldn’t. The harder she tried, the harder she sneezed. As she tried to mutter her frustration, she thought she heard a ´Neigh´ sound. At first she thought, she was hallucinating. But then, when it happened again, she couldn´t believe it. So, the Willow Maiden was real after all. And Grace was actually a Unicorn now.
Grace neighed like there was no tomorrow and galloped all over the woods. She loved the feel and momentum of being a pony. But wait! She was not just a pony. She was a Unicorn and Unicorns fly.
´Wow!´, she thought as she spread her wings like a proud Empress and gently arose into blue skies.
As she flew higher and higher, she met many other fantastical creatures all along the way. She finally reached the zenith and started to glide smoothly looking down upon the world as it made one hell of a breathtaking aerial view. She was now eager to find that elusive rainbow which held pots of gold coins at the two ends of the Earth.
She went in the quest for the treasure when she spotted a few Eagletons at a far distance. She knew she had to escape quick before she was put under a trance or spell. Before she knew it, the evil Eagletons had traced her and almost about to devour her.
´Grace! What happened?´, her Mom cried as she held her in her arms.
Í´m alive?´, Grace asked her Mom quizzically.
Óf course! You are! But ,how did you just fall from the bed?´
´Wait a min, Mom! I am not a Unicorn!’, she looked at her Mom in utter disappointment.
´Hmmm, Now it makes sense to me! A dream huh!´
´Yes, just a dream!´, Grace looked down. As her mother lifted her face, she saw tears in her eyes.
´Now, I´m just another girl in boring Cunningham town. And, I have to go to school on top of that instead of heading out into the woods.´
´Grace! You are not just another girl. And, we do not live in a boring place.´
´Yes! We do. Cunningham will never be as fascinating as Ponyville. Ever!´
´Grace! You can still be anything you want and go anywhere you want to go.!´
´Yes! Really! All you need to do is tap into your imagination, go into a flight of fancy and you will be transported to your Happy place.´
´You mean I can go back to Ponyville and be a Unicorn again!´
´Absolutely! There are no rules when it comes to imagination. Let your mind wander and thoughts run wild and free.´
´Do you go to your happy place often too, Mom?´
Álways!´, Mom winked at Grace as she leapt into the kitchen to rescue another slice of toast from being burnt up.
‘I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6´
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