The Amulet

"Uh what?" May stood looking confused, her head tilted. The lockpick clattered to the cement, and her eyes opened wide. "Sister?"

No way. There's no possibility. I'm an only child.

"Why, isn't it obvious, dearie?" Erika asked, looking back with a blank expression. "We're the same age. We come from the same place. We're wearing the same amulet. We have the same mane. The same eyes. I was adopted."

There was something dark stirring in her chest as she spoke the last sentence. Two earth ponies, keeping, of course, the earth pony. Unicorns are worthless in Colterea.

She felt hate overtake her for the first time in her life. Desire to kill, hurt, and silence this mare, her sister, for being better in their parents' eyes.

Erika frowned, and the emotion disappeared. She disliked it. Strong emotions were disgusting.

"Say what you must, but it's quite obvious."

of course. How did I not see it? May's mouth still hung slack, and she rushed to close it. "Listen here, don't call me dearie." she snarled.

As she said the last words, she turned and disappeared around the corner.

Erika watched as the mare fumbled for a witty comment. It was a petty need, to get in the last word, and Erika did not feed the flame as she watched the mare go. For once, something deep inside her was compelling her to do something, and although she hated the feeling, she succumbed and cast a little spell.

A slip of paper appeared, rolled up, meant to be unnoticed until May took off all of her equipment. On it was written in neat calligraphy:

"If you ever want to meet again, have somepony send a letter to the fifth tower on the left side of the castle."

With that, Erika felt the emotion vanish, and she leaped off the roof, landing with a light thud on the ground beneath.

May may felt an object under her cloak, but paid it no attention. Erika probably snuck it in there, an May rolled her eyes. She would take a look at it when she got home. For now, she was hungry. She cantered off in search of food.

(Le fin?!)