The next day …
Scootaloo awoke to the tweeting of bluebirds sitting on the tree next to her window. She gave out a loud yawn and stretched out her hooves and wings as far as she could reach them. She glanced at the corner of her room where the mirror stood, it stared at her as always but instead of a shiver down her spine, she got a spark of curiosity. Slowly she hopped out of her bed and carefully shuffled over to the object keeping her guard up for any unexpected surprises. She placed a hoof on the glass and her reflection followed at the exact same time with the exact same hoof in the exact same place. Next she investigated the sides of the frame, the paint was peculiar because this mirror must have been at least 100 years old but not a single scratch had been placed upon it.
She tried to twist the mirror around to see the back but it was too heavy for her to even budge it in the slightest. She had to squeeze though the small gap at the side, at one point her head got stuck but with her iron will (no pun intended) she managed to get through. It was extremely dusty behind the mirror; a few cobwebs had been made as well.
"Thank Celestia I'm not scared of spiders" she joked. She stared at the wooden back looking for anything unusual when she noticed a small engraving right in the centre of the frame. It was extremely dusty behind the mirror, all she could see was grey and no other colours stood out. She used her hoof to sweep the dust off the engraving, spreading dust into the air and her lungs. She coughed and spluttered for a while trying to get it out but inhaled more in the proses, eventually the coughing stopped and the dust stayed away. She covered her mouth and took a closer look at the carved words. Scootaloo read the words aloud to easily proses what was written.
"May all his memories be revived, May all of him show" as she was reading the description a red glow came from the eyes of the stone head "May him see you world, And may you see his own". The red glow faded into the head as Scootaloo clambered her way out of the dusty corner. Her mane had been filled with dust and cobwebs. She glanced at the mirror and then to her clock, it read 10:30 as finally Scootaloo realized she was late for school!
She forgot all about what day it was and the time, she even forgot about the big test that was happening that day. She charged down the halls passing all the carers in the orphanage. They all gave each other the same confused look as Scootaloo raced down the corridors. Her heart was beating as fast as she was running, she was panting like a dog and she was going so fast she didn't notice the staircase right in front of her. She tripped over her own hooves and plummeted down the stairs head first. She fell to the ground dazed and bruised all over, her eyes weakly opened to a blur. After her eyes had fixed their sight she quickly paced outside and set off for school.
When she arrived Miss Cheerilee was showing pictures of different cutie marks to the other children. Scootaloo burst the door open and stood their panting drastically looking like she was about to pass out. The students stared at her silently as Cheerilee walked over to Scootaloo to ask her the question that was on everypony's mind.
"Scootaloo, what happened?" she asked noticing her mane, bruises and vicious panting. Scootaloo didn't respond she didn't want to waste energy on speaking. Instead she slowly walked over to her seat and sat down without looking around at the whispering fillies and colts that were engaged on her appearance. Cheerilee knew Scootaloo could be stubborn and that she wouldn't cooperate if Cheerilee tried sending her home so she just let her try to catch up with the lesson as best as she could.
Scootaloo was listening to Cheerilee when something came into her mind, she wasn't doing the test! She tapped the shoulder of the filly beside her to ask about what was going on. Apparently the test was next week and she misheard the date, she felt much better after hearing that now she had a chance of passing.
After the lesson ended all the foals ran outside so they could get home. Scootaloo's happiness soon faded when she looked over to another area of the playground to see an earth pony and a unicorn eating lunch together. They looked so happy but they were missing something, they were missing a Pegasus. A tear trickled down her cheek at the sight of them and she walked away slowly on her own.
"There was a time when ponies were kind I dreamed a dream in time gone by Then I was happy and unafraid But the shadows come at night They tolerated my stubbornness and pride I had a dream my life would be
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that friendship never dies
I dreamed that Celestia would be forgiving
When dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No cider untasted
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
They filled my days with endless wonder
They took my friendship in their strides
But they were gone one tragic day
And still I dream they'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed"
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
Then I was happy and unafraid
But the shadows come at night
They tolerated my stubbornness and pride
I had a dream my life would be