>>19181904Yup
"You okay miss?"
>Of course I was not okay, my family hated me, I had been forced to leave my friends behind and my sides were hurt"Yeah, sure."
"Miss, may I ask you something?"
"Sure thing"
>Maybe he was nothing but bait so that another colt could get behind me and steal from me. For good or for worse I didn't have a single bit"What is that thing on your flank?"
>He was pointing at my cutiemark"Oh this." "It's my cutie mark, my special talent"
>He looked… happy?"Oh, so that's what one looks like. I also want one, but mom says they're not for ponies like us, but I think we are the same as the ponies who live inside the city"
>I wondered what did he meant. Ponies like us? They only lacked a cutie mark, they were exactly like you and me. But their eyes were sadder, way too sadder. As if every hope and dream they had was crushed. "Everypony can get a cutie mark, all you have to do is find the things that make you special, to find the thing that only you can do"
"And what is that thing, miss?"
>To be honest I didn't knew how to explain my cutie mark, so I just told him the truth"It means I can build new things, wonderful things that will change the world"
"And why would you want to change the world?"
>He got me. A filly that was younger than me had asked something I hadn't think about. Why? Why should I keep going? I had lost everything. Why look for answers when I didn't have any questions.>Why change the world?