// Story: Equivalent Exchange
// Chapter: The Deepest of Longings
// Author: Shadowslayer
A trickle of dim sunlight makes it's way through the trees as the last few minutes of peaceful night are obliterated, making way for the brilliant day as though a long war had finally been won. As the forest begins to wake up; the sunlight gets brighter and brighter, and eventually the whole forest is alive with a menagerie of sounds and noises of all sorts of creatures, big and small. The loudest of these noises being the annoying chirping of song birds; weaving their happy song of day and light; oblivious to those beneath them. As the badgering alarm continued to play, signaling that morning had come; one being underneath the ruckus of cruel chirping had finally given up on trying to get a little more sleep and opened his eyes to the day. Just like every morning, the tired and exasperated pony lifted his hooves to his head and, just like every morning, nothing was there. Giving off a large unconstrained sigh; he started to go about his morning "ritual"
CHAPTER 1: THE DEEPEST OF LONGINGS
"Alright, time to do this now. What I know and what I don't know. One, my name is Sire, and that's everything about it I remember. Two, I am an earth pony; a stupid, miserable, insignificant little earth pony. Three, I have no home, nor any recollection of home; if I ever had one in the first place. Four, I hate how I look; with my red and blue mane and my jet black coat of fur and my excruciating lack of a horn. Five, birds are extremely annoying and I hate them. Six, those berries over there are looking delicious. Seven, This pa.. Okay! This has gone on long enough! I think I remember all I needed to." -sigh- I wish I didn't have to do that. Say everything I know about myself to myself, but if I didn't; I find that I wouldn't be able to remember it all day and would only be able to the next morning.
Oh wait, I almost forgot something else. Something important. "Eight, I know symbols. Strange symbols that I don't understand, but know anyway. Usually only when I need something, or when I am in danger." Yes, that's right; symbols. I would just have to draw them on something, usually the ground; throw some stuff onto it; give it a little blood and poof! Whatever I needed would appear. I can vaguely somewhat recall something about it, but not enough to really grasp it. Whatever, I'll find out eventually. Oh, and one more thing; before I forget that too. Luckily this one I don't have to say out loud. I want to be a unicorn with every fiber of my being. I want to be able to do magic, and all the other stuff that they can do. But I'm just a loathsome earth pony with fake magic.
I'll have to think about it later; it's time for breakfast. Too bad there isn't much to eat other than berries
or a rare wild carrot or two. But it is something to eat, so I can't really complain. Standing up, I brush
myself off with a fallen branch that still has a few leaves on it. Actually, now that I look around, it seems
as though there was a storm earlier; probably during the middle of the night. Oh well; I'm not really
surprised that I didn't know about it; the forest being so thick and all. I take hold of the large twig;
removing the leaves and sharpening the tip on the edge of a rock. This should make drawing those
symbols easier than with my hoof.
Anyway, time to head out. The deep woodland forest blocks out most of the sunlight, making it nearly
impossible to see. But that's normal; I'm used to it now. For some reason, I've decided to travel west for
the past week, and of course I haven't found anything but more forest. Good thing I've decided that this
was my last day walking in that direction; mainly due to the lack of finding anything of worth. Of course
it's not really worth it to walk in other directions; it's all simply a waste of time and I don't know why
I even bother. Maybe I should just lie down and wither into dust or at least become some predator's
evening meal; it would be better than this.
On my way through the superdense forest, something extraordinary happens; absolutely nothing
but the same scenery I've walked through for weeks. As I walk through this endless pit of torment
that calls itself a forest, I would occasionally be reminded that the forest enjoys being a douche in the
form of random roots or rocks that I would trip over every single time and get dirt all over my already
disgustingly mud caked fur.
As I regain my bearings from the latest pitfall, I take the chance to look around. At first all I saw was the
same old landscape that I've seen for the past I-can't-even-remember-how-long period of time that I've
been in this ridiculously cruel conifer hell-hole; but as I look closer, I see that the light in the forest is a
little less strangled and dismal. This usually means that it's nearly lunchtime.
I wish myself good luck in finding anything to eat and struggle to stand up; turning around whilst doing
so and nearly making a lunch out of my heart as it leaps into my throat. The accursed thing that scared
me to the point of spontaneously falling over dead was a lone squirrel that ran out of out of a nearby
bush. Normally this wouldn't be something that would cause someone to be deathly afraid, but when
this is the first time anything has set eyes upon me besides the irritatingly nerve-wracking birds that
force me awake every morning. And I don't really think they were paying attention anyway.
I cant help but wonder what the squirrel is thinking. Does it fear me? Does it think I'm lonely? Ugly?
Scared? No. Its a squirrel. Its probably thinking about finding nuts or something; not what I'm feeling.
And I'm a pony, so it's probably not afraid of me. "How meager", I say as i walk past it. It's not long
before I run into more animals; including bunnies, deer, and mice. I take this as a sign that I must be
getting to the edge of the forest; or at least a good amount of nearby food.
As hope beings to swell inside me, I begin to run. If there really is a way out, or a good amount of edible
food, I need to find it; this forest is starting to drive me insane. Fortunately for the forest, I soon get lost
running through the thick foliage. I decide to give up. I'm exhausted. That whole excursion provided nothing. Maybe i should've just ate the damned squirrel. There is a nice grass patch around the next corner, and to my surprise, a small berry bush. What luck!
I want to get acquainted with my grass patch like no other, but my hunger keeps me from it. Time for me to demonstrate my so called "magic". I draw the circle that comes to mind around the bush and put my hooves to it. Right before my eyes, the bush disappears, and leaves behind the berries. I gather them up and toss them next to the grass patch, and finally, I lay down. The feeling is amazing. I could lay here forever. I begin to nibble on my berries when out of nowhere, I hear a voice in the distance. Once again, I almost puke out my heart. I don't hear exactly what it is saying, but it has a strong accent, and it sounds like that person is speaking in poetry..
I need to investigate. This could finally be it. Someone to help me. Someone to just speak to. One more day and I would've started making friends with the trees! There is no time to rest or to eat. I jump up and run strait for the voice.
"HEY YOU OVER THERE!!", I shout as loud as i can, as i start to see the silhouette of a pony next to a hut.
END OF CHAPTER ONE