Post by Diamond on May 5, 2013 20:56:56 GMT -5
You don't spend life, eating out of dumpsters, sleeping in sewers and living without love, until one of you get sick. We knew it was going to happen- it was unavoidable.
Originally, there were five of us. Five ugly, homeless, dirty little ponies living on the streets.
There was Punchline, our earth pony prankster, always smiling, always joking, always cheerful and always optimistic. Then there was Criss Cross, our little unicorn genius, putting together plans, coming up with ideas, and driving me mad with how cute he was, (don't you dare repeat that to ANYPONY, Diary!). Next was Sunset, the only other girl, with a bright red mane, and a talent for picking flowers. She was beautiful, really. What she was doing, hanging out with us losers is anyponies guess, but I think she's a run away- not an orphan. I never asked her. I'll never get to. Then there was Star Strider. ... my 'Brother' ...he took us in. All of us. Made us into a miserable little bunch of thieves living in gutters and trying to steal enough to eat. And then there's me. Diamond Dancer. I was the first pony Star Strider 'choose' to partner up with him.
We were almost like a little family; the five of us. But we knew it wasn't. It could fall apart any minute. The guards catch us, we get tired of each other, or maybe we'll get sick, and fade away, because no pony cares if a little orphan sitting on a street corner can't stop coughing. Or his horn is slowly changing a different color. Or he has a horrible fever and we can't stop it, and we can't help him, and Criss Cross won't stop throwing up.
Why did it have to be Criss Cross?
Criss Cross needs a doctor, and we need medicine, and both of those things cost money that we don't have. I spent months and months trying to fly up as high as I could to reach the stars. I never got close enough, but if I had one wish, right now, it would be for Criss Cross to get better. But I didn't have any wishes, and Criss Cross was running out of time. We did the best we could, though; we tried to put together a bed for him. We tried to buy food, and find medicine, and begged for help. Manehatten is a big town. Life is too quick, and too busy, and too fast for anypony to notice a dying little foal in a dark alley. Sometimes I wondered where the angels were, or why they didn't seem to care that my best friend was dying. Sometimes, I wondered if there were enough miracles for a city this big, or if my prayers were drowned under ponies begging for a winning lotto ticket.
Thats when I saw it. The poster. The one that changed everything.
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HIGHEST FLYING COMPLETION
KISS THE SKIES IN THIS GRAVITY DEFYING EVENT, SPONSORED BY THE WONDER-BOLTS!
GRAND PRIZE: 50,000 BITS, and free trip to Wonderbolts Academy and scholarship in flight studies
First Prize: 1000 Bits and Backstage pass to Canterlot Preformance: Wonderbolts Spectacular!
Second Prize: Autographed poster by Wonderbolts: Spit fire, Fleet Foot, and Silver Lining, along with the other members of the team!
Third Prize: Autographed book: "How I got my Training Wings" by Spitfire.
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So I signed up. It was all I could do. The competition was the next day by sheer luck I ran across a poster that held the smallest flicker of hope. That is when I realized the ugly truth: there weren't enough wishes. There weren't enough prayers. And there definitely weren't enough miracles for dirty little orphans dying in the streets.
Which meant that if I wanted a miracle; I’d have to make one. I was going up there, and I was bringing one back for Criss Cross. Mark. My. Words.
Originally, there were five of us. Five ugly, homeless, dirty little ponies living on the streets.
There was Punchline, our earth pony prankster, always smiling, always joking, always cheerful and always optimistic. Then there was Criss Cross, our little unicorn genius, putting together plans, coming up with ideas, and driving me mad with how cute he was, (don't you dare repeat that to ANYPONY, Diary!). Next was Sunset, the only other girl, with a bright red mane, and a talent for picking flowers. She was beautiful, really. What she was doing, hanging out with us losers is anyponies guess, but I think she's a run away- not an orphan. I never asked her. I'll never get to. Then there was Star Strider. ... my 'Brother' ...he took us in. All of us. Made us into a miserable little bunch of thieves living in gutters and trying to steal enough to eat. And then there's me. Diamond Dancer. I was the first pony Star Strider 'choose' to partner up with him.
We were almost like a little family; the five of us. But we knew it wasn't. It could fall apart any minute. The guards catch us, we get tired of each other, or maybe we'll get sick, and fade away, because no pony cares if a little orphan sitting on a street corner can't stop coughing. Or his horn is slowly changing a different color. Or he has a horrible fever and we can't stop it, and we can't help him, and Criss Cross won't stop throwing up.
Why did it have to be Criss Cross?
Criss Cross needs a doctor, and we need medicine, and both of those things cost money that we don't have. I spent months and months trying to fly up as high as I could to reach the stars. I never got close enough, but if I had one wish, right now, it would be for Criss Cross to get better. But I didn't have any wishes, and Criss Cross was running out of time. We did the best we could, though; we tried to put together a bed for him. We tried to buy food, and find medicine, and begged for help. Manehatten is a big town. Life is too quick, and too busy, and too fast for anypony to notice a dying little foal in a dark alley. Sometimes I wondered where the angels were, or why they didn't seem to care that my best friend was dying. Sometimes, I wondered if there were enough miracles for a city this big, or if my prayers were drowned under ponies begging for a winning lotto ticket.
Thats when I saw it. The poster. The one that changed everything.
****************************************************
HIGHEST FLYING COMPLETION
KISS THE SKIES IN THIS GRAVITY DEFYING EVENT, SPONSORED BY THE WONDER-BOLTS!
GRAND PRIZE: 50,000 BITS, and free trip to Wonderbolts Academy and scholarship in flight studies
First Prize: 1000 Bits and Backstage pass to Canterlot Preformance: Wonderbolts Spectacular!
Second Prize: Autographed poster by Wonderbolts: Spit fire, Fleet Foot, and Silver Lining, along with the other members of the team!
Third Prize: Autographed book: "How I got my Training Wings" by Spitfire.
****************************************************
So I signed up. It was all I could do. The competition was the next day by sheer luck I ran across a poster that held the smallest flicker of hope. That is when I realized the ugly truth: there weren't enough wishes. There weren't enough prayers. And there definitely weren't enough miracles for dirty little orphans dying in the streets.
Which meant that if I wanted a miracle; I’d have to make one. I was going up there, and I was bringing one back for Criss Cross. Mark. My. Words.