Gently Breeze

♪ Gently breeze carried away/ all my tears and sorrows. Take them far from this land/ singing to them a lullaby about sunbright. ♫

She opened the bedroom door only to find the little girls still awake, looking at the window into the lonely castle up in the hill.

“Now girls, I told you it was time to sleep.” she said.

“But grandma, she is singing again!” the little girl said.

“I know darling, she sings every night.”

“But why? What is she? Why is she singing?”

She refused to answer her questions as she fixed the blankets.

“I heard she is a monster. One of the boys at school saw her and said she was bright green and with a horn on her head!” the other girl said, trying to scare her sister.

“Stop that. She is not a monster, she is a pony.” she said.

“What´s a pony, grandma?” the most innocent of the two girls asked.

She sighed, knowing there was no way to avoid this question. “If I tell you the story, you two promise to fall asleep right away?”

Since they both nodded, she began to tell the story about the ponies.

“Many generations ago, this land was known as Equestria and was inhabited by a magical race called ponies. They had hooves instead of hands and they came on every color of the rainbow. They were different from each other, some had horns on their heads, some had wings on their back, some even had both; but they all shared a mark on their flanks that signalled their special talent.

For many years, the ponies lived in harmony, being kind, generous, loyal, honest, filling the air with laughter and sharing the magic of friendship. It was like if the happiness they made, the love and tolerance they lived by, was spread across all corners of the planet, making the world bright and wonderful.

But one day, the magic was gone. Suddenly there was no joy or laughter and the ponies become dull and boring. Some say it was because in one corner of the world the magic of ponies was no longer available. The link was broken and all those wonderful songs about them, all those tales about their bravery, were slowly forgotten. Cancelled by a silent and monotune tune.

The ponies became frightened. Some ponies said this had happened before, it happened to the previous generation and will happen to the next, that was inevitable. A group of brave pegasi flew across the world, searching for a new place for ponies and after months of absence they returned with wonderful news. There was a place where ponies were still remembered,a small corner of the world that still told their stories, a place inhabited by humans.

The Princess of the ponies told them that the only way they could survive was moving to the reign of humans and changing their appearances to become like them, to keep the magic of their hearts still alive by resigning all the memories of their magic kingdom. All the ponies agreed, all the ponies but one.

She was proud to be a pony, she refused to give up her existence and so she chose to stay. She said her goodbyes to her friends and watched them all change and leave. She stayed on the ruins of the castle, watching as the land slowly disappeared and was replaced by the land we live on; and she stayed all this time. Always on that castle, playing her lyra and singing songs about caring and sharing, about a magical gala that was the best of nights and about a place filled with so many wonders.

Now, it's time to sleep darlings.”

The little girls shoot a million questions about the mysterious pony but she raised her hand to silence them.

“You get one question each and that´s it, understood?”

“How can she play a lyra with hooves?” the older sister asked.

She rolled her eyes, realizing what a silly question it was. “Magic.”

“Will the ponies return some day?” the little sister asked.

She leaned over them and gave each girl a goodnight kiss on the head.

“Yes, they will. And she will be there waiting, ready to sing to the new generation about the magic of friendship and the brave ponies of before.”

And then she leave the bedroom, leaving the two girls to sleep.

♫ Moonbright embrace/hope, dreams and wishes. Carry them home/ back to the land of friendship.♪