Dark Ages I am the one that lives in this world of religion and faith. They took everything else away from us. Music, gone. Art, gone. Writing, gone. Learning is an extinct past time that only Monks, Priests, and the Pope can experience. My father wants to make me a Priest so that I too can learn to read and write.
"But daddy," I said, "I don't like God."
He stared at me in dead silence as if he were waiting for me to show remorse for what I just said. I've never felt this uncomfortable in front of my own father. Then, he slapped me.
"Son, you were made and sent from God himself."
"But father, would God let you harm me? And would your God let mother die in front of your own eyes"
Slap. Father doesn't like to talk about mother. She was the sunshine of his life and was stoned to death for committing adultery. Tears were starting to form in my eyes.
The Love in LoveAll it takes is three words
Less than three seconds
You never thought eight letters would matter
But they do
Three small words
A Pony Tale"Bet you can't catch me!" I said as a flew through the clouds.
"I can't, Rainbow Dash!" Apple Jack said, "I don't have wings!"
"Then get some!" I chuckled as I looked down upon her. Poor Apple Jack always wanted to fly; she just never had the wings to soar. She gave me a glum face and walked home. My smile vanished. "Wait for me!" I seemed to fly slower than usual.
Apple Jack seemed to vanish as soon as she entered her humble home. No one was there today. Big Macintosh, that tiny mouse that annoyed me were all gone. "Apple Jack?" I asked as I turned the corner.
"Oh I'll get some wings today." she said with a cryptic smile and a knife in her hooves.
"Apple Jack?" I looked at her with pleading eyes.