Title:           Little thing
Author:          Suitcase
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First Edit:      Thursday 22nd of October 2015 01:01:55 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 22nd of October 2015 01:01:55 AM CDT

>You watch as fillies and colts play in the field.
>The sun falling behind them.
>You wish you could join them but...
>...You'll probably only hurt them.
>As the sun hits the horizon you sheild your eyes from the oncoming light.
>You watch as the parents call thier children back.
>A sinking feeling overcomes you as you wish you had what they had.
>Friends.
>Fun.
>Family.
>You quietly watch from the hilltop as they leave the sun dissapearing behind them.
>"Hi."
>You jump into attack mode, fangs beared at the foe.
>It's a stallion in a black coat and white mask contrasting his purple fur and yellow mane.
>He looks younger compared to his stature.
>He stops in his tracks as you stare him down.
>"It's ok, I'm not gonna hurt you."
>Your still cautious of him.
"What do you want?"
>"I-I was curious what a filly like you was doing up here."
"Yeah well, it's none of your buissness."
>"Well can you at least tell me your name?"
>You slowly lower your guard.
"You tell me yours first."
>"It's suitcase."
>He extends his hoof towards you.
>You give it a funny look.
>Taking your hoof he places it on his.
>"You shake it."
>You slowly move it up and down.
>"So what's your name?"
"W-well the other fillies call me thingpone."
>"Thingpone?"
>You nod.
>"Well how about I call you... ...grubkins!"
>You shake your head.
>He strokes his chin.
>"Ok... ...how about... ...Menoth!"
>You shake your head yet again.
>"I know! How about I call you Aridna."
>You toss the thought back and forth before nodding.
>"Well it's nice to meet you Aridna!"
>He shakes your hoof again.
>The stars are out.
>"Say it's getting late, you need to go home to your parents."
>You suddenly freeze up.
>The word parents hitting you like a bullet.
>You wipe your eyes to try and stop them from tearing up.
"I- I don't have any parents."
>He places his hoof on your shoulder.
>He's smiling.
>"It's alright, I understand. Say I've got some time to kill how about I tell you a story?"
>Being a thingpone you didn't have much else to do at night.
>Except maybe avoid the ocasional tasty monster hunter.
"Ok, Mr. Suitcase."
>He smiles.
>"That's great to hear I think you will like it."
>Laying down on the grass he begins.
>.
>Once there was a boy- er colt who was traversing the desert for treasure and glory.
>Along his side was an alchemist.
"A what?"
>"An alchemist. One who- well let me continue the story."
>Because of a war between factions they were forced to take a different route.
>Along this route they were captured by soldiers who believed them to be spies of the other faction.
"But they weren't."
>Suitcase nods.
>"Yes but the soldiers didn't know that."
>And so they took them to thier chief.
>And he believed them to spies as well.
>But then the alchemist said pointing to the boy.
>Suitcase begins to talk in a different voice.
>"Do you not know whom is before you? Why this colt is an alchemist!"
>Now you can expect that caused a stir in his tent.
>But the chief regaining control and asked him.
>Suitcase talks a different voice for each character.
>"If the boy- er colt is the alchemist how can he prove himself?"
>and the alchemist answered.
>"Why he shall turn himself into the wind!"
"The wind!?"
>He nods.
>"The wind."
>So as the b- colt stood ontop of the hill and looked at the desert.
>And he asked.
>"Desert thou is dry and dead but still holds life can you turn me into the wind?"
"The desert can't talk."
>"Well have you been to the desert?"
>You shake your head.
>"Exactly."
>So the desert answered back.
>His voice dry and well worn.
>"No, sadly I cannot but maybe the winds can."
>And so the wind began to blow hard.
>The tribe in the camp below were watching him trying to keep thier tents from flying away.
>and so the colt asked the wind.
>"The Wind you hear many voices but carry none can you turn me into the wind?"
"I see the wind often but it's never spoke to me."
>"Well did you ever ask?"
>You shake your head.
>"Now let me continue."
>And so the wind answered back in a shrill and feminine voice.
>Suitcase strugles with this voice which makes both of you giggle.
>"Even though I am the wind I cannot but maybe the sun can."
"The sun!?"
>After coughing multiple times Suitcase answered.
>"The sun."
>And so the desert and the wind combined to create a sandstorm around the young colt blotting out everything but the sun.
>Now some of the men cowered before the sandstorm but the cheif stood tall.
>And as the colt was lifted by the wind closer to the sun he asked.
>"The Sun you watch us all day and alas you are silent to our actions. Can you turn me into the wind?"
>You wanted to stop suitcase again but you wanted to hear what the sun says.
>And so the sun answered.
>"I have been here many centuries I've watched many grow and die. But I cannot. Although I know someone who can. Let us take him to HIM."
>And so the wind shrieked with joy in unison with the desert and sent the colt higher than the sun!
>And soon he met God.
"Who?"
>"Well he's... ...he's a... ...a..."
>For once Suitcase struggled with an answer.
>"Well he's a person who created me, and you, and pretty much everything you see in nature."
>Now your even more confused.
"Does HE make any mistakes."
>"No... ...not really why?"
"Cause I might be a mistake."
>"Oh come here."
>He pulls you into a hug.
>"If he made you he clearly made you for a good reason."
>For once you felt warmth in your tiny little heart.
>It was a strange feeling.
>Like...
>...Love.
>Without asking he continued the story with you in his embrace.
>So the colt asked god.
>"God for you who created the earth and all it's majesty yet you do not correct the sins of the world. Can you turn me into the wind?"
>And he answered back in a booming voice.
>"Unbeknownst to you I correct my mistakes just in ways you don't see or understand. So yes I can turn you into the wind."
>Now back at the camp the chieftan and his people were eduring the sandstorm.
>Many cowered before it, struggling to hold thier tents and footing in place.
>But the chieftan stood true, with the alchemist and waited.
>Waiting for the boy- uh colt to turn into the wind.
>The sandstorm cleared and many looked towards the top of the hill.
>And to thier surprise the colt was not there.
>But on the other side of the camp.
>Now many stood a gasp by this boys feat.
>But not the chieftan who was glad the colt became the wind.
>And the alchemist whom was glad that the colt had found god.
>.
>Mind.
>Blown.
>You stayed silent.
>You felt sleepy in Suitcase's embrace.
>You couldn't budge.
>You didn't think it was possible but...
>You nuzzled into the stallion's black coat.
>His fur rustling on the inside.
"Hey, mister?"
>"Yeah."
>He sounded sleepy as well.
"You think I could turn into the wind?"
>"Why would you want to do that?"
>You look up at him.
"Well..."
>He gives you what you think is a curious look.
"...I just..."
>You where struggling to stay awake.
"...I would like to be somewhere else, I mean. I'm not really leaving anything behind."
>You look up to him curious for a response.
>He sighs.
>"You know, it's amazing how you say that but..."
>He looks towards the horizon.
"But what?"
>"You won't know what your leaving behind before your gone."
"What do you mean?"
>"Well..."
>He yawns.
>"...I've travelled a lot from place to place."
>Your eyelids are getting heavy.
>"I've left many a friend behind in my travells."
>You slowly close your eyes.
>"Yet little did I know I needed them more than they needed me."
>He pulls you in closer.
>Your cheek resting against his soft coat.
>"I just don't want you to feel the same."
>As you both watch the stars twinkle in the night you fall slowly into the land of nod.