Equestria Monologue
They say that the bond between two brothers is stronger and more permanent than Equestira itself. A brother is your best friend, your secret keeper, your storybook keeper. You go to him when you have harrowing secrets plaguing your mind. I’ve been told that I’m lucky; because on the day Sapphire and I were born, I was extremely close to not having a brother. Hehe, what a mighty contradictory that would have been.
Not only am I a brother, but I am also a twin—the first of two fraternal colts to enter the world of Equestria on a serene Spring morning. It was 2010, in Canterlot, just after the return of Princess Luna. My parents named me Brick, a name neither of them particularly liked. I think the reasoning behind this was because they had a …show more content…
I welcomed it. It wasn’t neglect either. Sapphire was as fragile as a vase. He needed constant polishing. The solitude was nice. It meant I could read, write, practice my magic without any interruption. I’ve always been a reader, a writer, a practicer of the magic arts; I am a unicorn after all, so it isn’t that hard to believe I’d take an interest in magic. It also meant I could come and go as I pleased. When I first began doing this at the age of five, I wasn’t technically allowed to roam the Canterlot streets one my own, but I was quiet enough about shutting the front door—thanks to a muffling spell; and at most times I could leave my home and return without Mother ever noticing my …show more content…
Even her coat contrasted mine: Fair and glowing to my pale blue coat, which was occasionally blotchy. If we had been born identical, I fear I would still be dwarfed by his pulchritude.
And with the development of her body can the blossoming of her intellect.
Mother went over the moon every time Sapphire brought home a class project or grade report, littered with outstanding letter grades, and sanguine comments for her terrific work ethic; and also the admiration from teachers. My graders weren’t quite so impressive, but I don’t think Mother knew that. We were both fine with her not looking at them.
Sapphire always reviewed this praise and everlasting affection with the paramount humility. On the contrary, he’s quite pleasant to be around. Sapphire and I have always gotten on well despite his blatant superiority in everything we do. One might think I would be envious of him for it, that I would loathe him for it. But they don’t understand or know my
Not only am I a brother, but I am also a twin—the first of two fraternal colts to enter the world of Equestria on a serene Spring morning. It was 2010, in Canterlot, just after the return of Princess Luna. My parents named me Brick, a name neither of them particularly liked. I think the reasoning behind this was because they had a …show more content…
I welcomed it. It wasn’t neglect either. Sapphire was as fragile as a vase. He needed constant polishing. The solitude was nice. It meant I could read, write, practice my magic without any interruption. I’ve always been a reader, a writer, a practicer of the magic arts; I am a unicorn after all, so it isn’t that hard to believe I’d take an interest in magic. It also meant I could come and go as I pleased. When I first began doing this at the age of five, I wasn’t technically allowed to roam the Canterlot streets one my own, but I was quiet enough about shutting the front door—thanks to a muffling spell; and at most times I could leave my home and return without Mother ever noticing my …show more content…
Even her coat contrasted mine: Fair and glowing to my pale blue coat, which was occasionally blotchy. If we had been born identical, I fear I would still be dwarfed by his pulchritude.
And with the development of her body can the blossoming of her intellect.
Mother went over the moon every time Sapphire brought home a class project or grade report, littered with outstanding letter grades, and sanguine comments for her terrific work ethic; and also the admiration from teachers. My graders weren’t quite so impressive, but I don’t think Mother knew that. We were both fine with her not looking at them.
Sapphire always reviewed this praise and everlasting affection with the paramount humility. On the contrary, he’s quite pleasant to be around. Sapphire and I have always gotten on well despite his blatant superiority in everything we do. One might think I would be envious of him for it, that I would loathe him for it. But they don’t understand or know my