Note: This is a My little Pony version of a movie that I have loved for a
very long
time.:)
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*The
Last Unicorn*
Part 1:
The Unicorn and The
Butterfly
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She
loved the forest and, in a way, she was sure it loved her in return.
The
afternoon wind whipped across the glade blending the tall green grass , then, in
a great gust,
climbed up to the tallest trees, playing with the leaves
that left dabbled moving shadows upon
the wild flowers.
The whole
wood sparkled as magical places often did and shined around the twin rainbow
waterfall that marked the border between Ponyland and the outside world.
Now it was crossed by two little girls; they splashed and laughed, hardy
noticing that the place
was any different ,
or the silent shadow
of a unicorn "winked out" on the grass.
There is more than one way to
ponyland...
"Hey this is just like a book I have!" The
younger girl said , looking around
"What?" The another
girl asked, looking bored
"Yup , this is a unicorn
forest!" She declared
"Unicorns? Their not real!" Her
companion sneered
"Oh yeah? In my picture book it says
older unicorns always get their own forests! And keep it
green all year!
It's winter everywhere else, why not here? There's one unicorn left and
one day maybe I'll see
her."
The littler girl
piped and turned as they were leaving to yell back into the forest
"Stay in your forest unicorn, no one believes in magic
now! Good luck you 'cause you're
the
last!"
Twilight winked in as they walked away
and cocked her as the wind ran threw her long flowing
white and purple
mane, her horn glowing softy from use of her unicorn magic.
"Am I really the only unicorn there is?" She asked the
wind in a whisper "The last?"
Over head the cry of a
golden fire eagle broke the silence.
Twilight looked up to see it circle
swiftly in the air, leaving a tail of light....
********My Little Pony
Pictures Presents........**********
When the last eagle
flies,
over the last crumbling mountain
And the last lion
roars,
at the last dusty fountain
In the shadow of the forest,
though she may be old and worn
They will stare, unbelieving,
at
The Last Unicorn
... When the first breath of winter through
the flowers is icing,
And you look to the north,
and a pale moon
is rising,
And it seems like all is dying,
and would leave the
world to mourn,
In the distance, hear the laughter,
of the last
unicorn!
I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
When the last moon is
cast,
over the last star of morning,
And the future has passed,
without even a last desperate warning,
Then look into the sky
where through, the clouds a path is torn,
Look and see her, how she
sparkles,
it's the last unicorn!
I'm Alive! I'm Alive!
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Twilight
whined a little, rubbing her horn across her leg for a moment, as most unicorns
did
when they were ill at ease
"That cannot be.
Why would I be the last?"
She trotted over to her
favorite pool looking at her reflection in the water. (All magic
creatures
are a little vain)
Today it wasn't so much to look at
herself as to wonder how everything could
have stayed the same if it was
so different now...
"...What do children know? Because
they have seen no unicorns for a while and no magic does
not mean that we
have all vanished! We do not vanish!"
A cherry blossom
fell from an over hanging tree, making small, then bigger and bigger
ripples
on the water under rays of just rising moonlight.
" ...There has never been a time without unicorns. We
live forever. We are as old as the sky, old
as the moon. We can be
hunted, trapped; we can even be killed if we leave Dream Valley , but
we
do not vanish! ...Am I truly the last?"
At that moment a
flutter of wings woke Twilight from her thoughts and a blue butterfly
darted
happily 'rould her, singing.
"Wave the
flag for Hudson Highborn, show them how we stand!...I am a roving gambler; how
do
you do?"
It bowed, staying still for only a second and soaring
about her head again.
"Hello, butterfly, welcome! Have
you traveled very far?"
Twilight asked, craning her neck and moving her
hoofs to keep the little flying insect in sight as
it zipped here and
there.
" How far would I travel, yessir! - to be where
you are? ...Clay lies still, but blood's a-rover. Red
Rover, Red Rover,
let Charlie come over! ...Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you
come
home? ...My wild Irishrose. "
The butterfly sang
satterbrainissly and hugged her horn at his last verse before taking
flight
again.
" Be a little respectful, butterfly!
Do you know who I am?"
Twilight asked and stepped back, a little taken
aback the butterfly did not know of her high rank.
"
Excellent well, you're a fishmonger! You're my everything, you are my sunshine,
you're old and
grey and full of sleep, you're my pickle-faced,
consumptive Mary Jane!"
The butterfly sang out in glee.
Twilight took that as a yes.
Suddenly it seemed
of udder importice for the light pink unicorn that someone, anyone,
knew
her.
"Say my name, then. If you know my
name, tell it to me."
"Your name is a golden bell hung
in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once
by your
name!" The butterfly spoke dramatically
" Say it, if you
know." She said firmly
" Rumpelstilstkin! Gotcha!" The
butterfly gigged
" I should know better than to expect a
silly butterfly to know my name."
Twilight sighed, but still did'nt lose
hope
"Butterfly, in all your wanderings, have you seen
others like me? Have you seen even one?"
The butterfly
contuned to sing, seeming to only take her words as a q
" Oh, have you seen the muffin man, the muffin man, the
muffin man?" "
Butterfly, even one? Tell me that you saw
only one?" Twilight pressed still
"One?" The butterfly
asked and bursted into song again" One alone, to be my own... Up
goes
downwind, up go down! Go and catch a falling star..."
Twilight shook her head and turned to walk away.
" It serves me right for even asking you. All
butterflies know are songs and poetry and anything
else they hear. I
guess you mean well. Fly away, butterfly."
" Oh, I must
take the A train, oh, I am a cook and a captain bold and the mate of the Nancy
brig.
Has anybody here seen Kelly?"
Twilight
sighed again, trying to be poelte qand calm her restless mind at the same
time
" I hope you hear many more songs. I must find
someone who knows me, who has seen others
like
me."
The suddenly serious voice of the butterfly called
to her:
" "Twilight". "Twi", two, and "light", or leoht.
n.: The light of the sky between full night and
sunrise, or between
sunset and full night. Twilight is sunlight scattered once or twice by
the
atmosphere and it's dust. Also, a fabulous animal resembling a pony
with one horn and smybol
of stars! Third eldest of all My Little Pony
unicorns, thought to be a bearer of wisdom. Visible
only to those humans
who search and trust, and generally mistaken for a colored
mare.
Twilight."
Twilight turned back to the
butterfly with joy and a winne.
"Oh, you do know me!
Please, all I want to know is if you've seen other unicorns like
me,
somewhere in the world."
" See you later,
alligator! Close cover before striking!"
"Butterfly, have
you seen the others at Dream Valley? Where have they gone? Tell me
which
way I must go to find them!" She asked
erinsely
The butterfly took on a strange voice as he
fluttered arould her face, trowing the shadow of his
wings on her muzzle.
" No, no, listen. Don't listen to me, listen. You can
find the others if you are brave."
A sudden flash of
fringhtening magic insight in Twilight's mind showed unicorns running
down
a path, and a great red mass chasing them, as the butterfly spoke
on..
" They passed down all the roads from the dream
valley long ago, and the Red Bull ran close
behind them and covered their
footsteps."
"Red Bull? What is the Red Bull?" Twilight
asked again, trying not to show her growing fear.
" Hold
tight. Hold tight. Hold tight, hold tight. ..." The butterfly seemed to get his
head again and
bowed
" His firstling bull has majesty, and his
horns are the horns of a wild ox. With them, he
shall push the unicorns, all
of them, to the ends of the earth. Listen, listen, listen quickly!"
" I am listening! Where are the other unicorns, and what
is the RedBull?" Twilight nearly
pleaded , running a little foward to
keep the butterfly in veiw, hoping beyond hope for any more
infomation.
"Listen, listen!" The butterfly laughed "The king is in
the counting house, counting out, counting
out, counting... It's you or
me, moth! Hand to hand to hand to hand to hand to hand..."
His voice
fainted into the air as he flew off and left Twilight to her sentle, looking
after him.
(He said I could find the other unicorns. But
where? Or was the story of the Red Bull just
another of his songs?)
Twilight thought and looked arould at the trees,
thinking of it and all the other ponies...
(...Oh, I
could never leave this forest, this valley. But I must know if I am the only
unicorn left in
the world..Suppose they are hiding together, somewhere
far away? What if they're waiting for
me, in need of my help?)
The vision of the many colored unicorns being chased by
the red mass returned and Twilight
heard the butterfly's
words...
" They passed down all the roads long ago, and
the Red Bull ran close behind them and covered
their footprints."
Twilight neighed in fear and began running. She reached
the edge of the forest, where all the
animals and spirts of the wood were
looking at her with sad eyes.
She stared at them for a
moment trying to lock forever in her mind that image and the thoughts
of
her friends: Cotton Candy , Blossom , Applejack , Bow Tie, Firefly,
Medley,..many more...and
oh, dear little Ember.
Twilight turned and started to gallop down the road
leading away.
( I must go quickly, and come back as soon
as I can.)
She thought as she ran and could almost hear the butterfly's
voice again echo in her mind:
"You can find the others
if you are brave."
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She
ran tough season upon season of human months, hardy noticing the differntices or
the cold
of the snow.
Then it turned to spring again
slowly and Twilight stoped beside a fleid were a human was
hoeing his and
stopped. Curious.
The old farmer looked up at her standing there and
leaded on his hoe.
"Well, hello there, little one! Hello
there, my dear! And just who might you belong to? A pretty
little thing
like you? Come on now, good girl! Good Bessie..."
He took
off his belt and made it into a loop.
"Curry you up, clean
you off, you'll be the prettiest old Shetlend mare anywhere."
Twilight neighed loudly and eluded the belt easly, backing
away.
(Mare? Mare!? I, a shetland pony? Is that what you
take me for? Is that what you see?)
She thought in anger, tossing her
mane.
" So, so, easy, easy, good girl. Oh, What a pretty
sight you are! Feed you up, take you to the fair.
Come on, pink pony!"
The old farmer cooed, trying to catch her with the
belt
She whinned and bunked ( A pink pony, am I? A pony,
indeed!)
Twilight hooked her horn through the belt and threw
it to the ground, running off down the road
with such a furry, it made
the farmer lose his balance and fall.
The old farmer hubbed
his head in wonder
"Now there's a pony!...Hmm. My foot must
have slipped.."
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Twilight sat
by the side of a road and looked blankly at at man driving a carriage as he
passed
by.
He give her only a short passing gance as
all he saw was a weirdly colored pony.
(I had forgotten that
men cannot see unicorns. )
She thought as she shared back and
watched the trailing dust
( If humans no longer know what
they are looking at, there may well be other unicorns in their
world
yet,... unknown,... and glad of it.)
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Twilight traveled on , her pink coat getting dusty, then
shoaked with rain as she passed by
human's houses and deserts alike, her
steps a slow steady walk as her head hung low.
Even her stars symbol
seemed to lose a little of it's shine but Twilight's magic and hope
drove
her on, even in a human world where none saw her as anything more
than an animal...
***********
Horizon,..
rising,.
. up to meet the purple
dawn,
Dust demon,...
screamin',...
bring an eagle to lead
me on.
For in my heart, ...
I carry such a.. heavy
load.
Here I am, ...
on man's road.
Walking man's
road...Walking man's road...
I'm hungry, weary, ...
but I cannot
lay me down.
The rain calls, dreary, ...
but there's no shelter I
have found.
It will be a long time ...
till I find...
my
abode,
Here I am,..
on man's road.
Walking man's
road...Walking man's road...
**************
The form of the
sleeping star smyboled pink unicorn in by the side of the road...
It
cuaght the eye of a old woman driving a black caravan of wagons.
On the
side of two of them, a black canvas hung with the red lettered words: "Mommy
Fortuna's
Midnight Carnival" written on it, and in smaller letters
underneath, "Creatures Of Night, Brought
To Light".
The old bent
woman peersed from under her tree branch shaped hat (on which a raven sat)
and
laughed softly to herself...
"Well. Well,
bless my old husk of a heart. And here I thought I'd seen the last of them..."
To Be Continued....
