Excerpt: “Good morning Miss Sparkle Horn!” Silvie Grey greeted with a touch of sarcasm in her teenage tone. She closed her weary eyes and rested her head on her lumpy backpack filled with all her clothes and belongings. She readjusted her makeshift pillow and pulled her worn cloak over her shoulders before she dozed off under the rising moonlight. The mumbles and squeaks of steam powered carriages rolling over cobblestone streets gradually faded away. ~~~ Sylvie woke up to chirping birds and the gurgle of rushing water. She opened her eyes to a smogless sky and the sunlight stung her eyes. She immediately noticed something was amiss and woke up startled. When her eyes focused, she found herself surrounded by forests instead of buildings like she had woken up to for every single day of her life since her father left her. She observed her surroundings to assure herself that she would figure out what had just happened and that she wasn't going crazy. She reminded herself to breathe and as she inhaled the crisp fresh air, her fists unclenched. She scanned her surroundings more calmly and carefully this time around. Her eyes passed by trees, round storm gray stones, flowers, and insects. Then something caught her eye, in the distance over the treetops was a gigantic boulder that was shaped like a smiling bear when she squinted. “That rock looks awfully familiar.” Suddenly, it clicked and a wild idea popped into her mind. She briskly looked over her shoulder to see her backpack and a tangled bundle of her cloak which was usual, except they were sitting on the soft, sweet grass sprinkled with wildflowers instead of hard stone and wooden pallets lined with filthy dust. The grass had a padded down indentation, a shadow from where she had slept. “How long have I been sleeping here?” She shoved the thought aside as she grabbed her bag and started rummaging through it. Less than half of the bag’s contents remained inside it when she finally found what she was looking for. A pocket watch, a magical pocket watch that she had pickpocketed off of a passing nobleman. Her friends urged her to sell it so she wouldn’t go hungry that month but she was too attached to it. She knew it could be very useful. It could tell her anything she could ever want to know about anything related to time. She flipped the watch open and it read, 9:14 April 9, 502 It was exactly one thousand years before the night she fell asleep on the dusty city streets. “How did this happen? Am I ever going to get back home? What should I do?” the questions erupted into her head as she flopped back down on the fluffy, slightly damp grass. Then a thought came and it extinguished her worries, “Lady Shimmer Spike would know what to do.” A realization came to her. Madam Glitter Cone didn’t talk to her last night. Every night Mistress Twinkle Tail met with Silvie in her dreams. It wasn’t that Silvie forgot her dream. She never forgot Princess Glisten Hoof’s words. It was like the words were engraved into her mind. She still remembered their conversations from nine years ago when Countess Shiny Tail first reached out to her. She would have to wait until sunset before she could bombard Dutchess Gleaming Tail with her millions of questions. In the meantime, she tried to remember any dreams from last night. No matter how hard she thought back, all she could recall was pitch black nothingness and a strange, flying feeling that was quite turbulent. She glanced back towards the towering boulder. She had almost no doubt where she had seen it before. It was the rock from the center of the city park... Writing: me @SCerulean SWC host: @-IcicIe- Music: Things That Make It Warm - Cavetown, North - Sleeping At Last Background image: google
