Fiora yawned as she awoke from her gentle slumber. She was quickly blinded by the warm sun rays glittering across the fields. Spring is here, she thought, as she slowly lifted herself up from the warm and fragrant grass. Birds chirped and the skies were blue. Clouds? Of course there were clouds. The skies were littered with gentle white clouds that made her view look like artwork. A painting. Fiora was always one for beauty-- especially natural beauty. She took a deep breath in, closed her eyes, and breathed out. Taking her first steps forward, she scanned the area around her.
There was a new body of water. "What is this?" she said out loud. It looks like a stream? "And it looks like there are fish here." Intrigued, she stopped and stared. This is new. Looking around, she noticed that the. mountain tops were missing the snow she remembered so clearly, as well. They must have melted... Looking around her, she noticed that the frozen lake was no longer frozen. And new bodies of water were everywhere. Nature is truly magnificent. Nature is a great artist, she thought.
She gently put her hoof in the stream, spooking some fish. Then she noticed her reflection, and she began to ponder. Another year has gone by... what have I learnt? Fiora began backtracking throughout the many months and was soon in her own world.
Then from behind, she heard voices... voices calling her name. I guess my friends are here to play with me? she thought, as she turned around. In this moment, she felt that a new chapter in her life had opened up. It was a new start.
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