Title:           Marker Hunt
Author:          CropTool
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/tDVGjwha
First Edit:      Sunday 7th of October 2012 03:34:39 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 7th of October 2012 03:34:39 PM CDT

>You've been in Ponyville for about a year now
>You've met all the nice ponies, from the mane six to backgrounders to new ones that never made it on the show
>There's one pony you've never found, but you never really expected to see one of the general's OCs for real anyway
 >That's what you thought, anyway
>You started to wonder after you caught a glimpse of a purple braid on a pink pony while you were at the market
>You figure it's impossible, but the next week you swear you saw a pink unicorn wearing a light blue cape
>It has to be the marker, and you have to find her
 
>None of your friends have any idea what you're talking about
>They all swear they've never seen a pony that matches her description
>Which is why it's such a surprise when you trip over her in an alley
>That cape she wears is quite good for hiding under, you didn't even see her until she jumped up, stuttered out something about how sorry she was
>She teleported away before you could say anything
>That's when you decided it was time to step it up
 
>Rarity was happy to make you a light blue blanket of your own, but the special order you placed would take a bit longer to fulfill
>You used that time to hide around town, observing ponies, looking for your target
>You've figured out her schedule, and found the perfect place to ambush her
>Giftwrapped package in hand, you hide under your blanket and wait for the time to strike
>You only have to wait a few minutes before you hear the clip-clop of marshmallow hooves approaching you
>A quick peek from under the corner reveals Marker Pony in all her pink glory
 
>She's just like you imagined, though her cutie mark is just a pink rainbow with a heart
>Throwing off the blanket, you run up to the surprised mare and hand her the box
>Slowly, she unwraps it with her magic
>A tear forms in her eye as she pulls out and inspects the silver, gem-studded tiara
>"Th… Thanks" she says as she disappears
 
>A few days later, you get a letter in the mail
Dear Anonymous,
        Thank you for the tiara, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I wish I could say more, and I wish I could spend time with you, but the general is over and I can't relive that part of my life any more. As you must know, I've seen some shit and it's changed who I am. I will always treasure our time together, but I'm afraid I must leave. Please do not attempt to find me.
        Boops and cuddles,
        Marker