She sat there wondering, why? Why, are the Timberwolves hated? Why, are there no wolves besides the Timberwolves? And why did everyone hate her? She did nothing wrong. She realized it. This all made so much sense.. Humans and ponies, somehow, get connected from another realm. And when they connect, they think the same. The humans hated wolves, the ponies hated the Timberwolves, and she... Herself... Was a wolf. They hated her because she wasn't like them.

I came back from my flashback, or as I call it, a revealing vision. She looked into the water once more, and her eye color flashed a hint of yellow. The water in the stream flowed like time itself, only at the end would the future hold. I felt the breeze in my mane, swaying, partially revealing my right eye.

Gravity caught up with me, and balancing the side table on my wings, wasn't working anymore. I fell onto the ground, and face planted my head into the calm, cool, water. The water didn't seem to bother me, or it didn't even seem like it was drowning me. But to act normal in case anypony saw me, I lifted my head out of the water. 

"I must get home." I say quietly, balancing the side table on my wings once more.

I stood up, and trotted north, to the direction of my cabin. I saw my cabin ahead, and I began running again. 

I arrived. 

Nothing more was said, and I trotted into the wooden creation. I placed the side table, where the far corner hid. "Welp.. That.. Was something." I say quietly to myself.

"This place is very plain. I shall decorate, and maybe have what they call... Fun?" I say talking to myself. I flew inside around my main room, which only seemed like a flutter to most ponies. I then very slowly fluttered back down. I was then having another flashback.

I was on the floor of my small shared room, and that shared room, was my sister and I's. I was laying down on my stomach. Although this did hurt my fur, from the wooden openings of the flooring, which they would get stuck into, I was happy. For that small moment.. I wasn't exactly in reality. In my hoofs I held medium length, a book. Yes, indeed, I was a bookworm.. Or an egghead as I heard before. Other made fun of me because of this, but I didn't care what they thought. This was a fantasy book, but it seemed real. The book title was "The Prophecy Of The Wolf Mare." I was on the 53rd page. I knew every word of this book, I studied it day in and day out. I was only on the 53rd page because I restarted it for the 1000th time. It was one of my favorite books, along with such titles as "Princess Canine", "Midnight And Mayas Adventures", and "The Girl In The Night." There was a burst coming from outside, and I looked. I gasped at what I saw. One pony, was kicking a poor, poor, dog. I stood there shocked, paralized even. I then noticed something, there was a gleam in the stallions eyes. Like he had been forced to do this over his own will. The last remain of his true self faded, and he smiled evily. "That's what you get MUTT! Stop disobeying orders from you're master!" The stallion said, continously kicking the dog. I quickly gained back ability to move. I quickly looked around, and saw something. My bow and arrow. My sister had given it to me long ago, but I would use it to save this dog. I grabbed it with my mouth and got a lead start, ran quickly, and jumped through my window, shattering it and hopping through to outside.