Username: SkyWishes21
Prompt: Draw/write about your tolter's life as a toy before they mysteriously come to life one night!
Writing And/Or Art: (859 words!)
A mother's love for a child can do wondrous things, and there is no exception. When the mother of one Holly Sprite, who would later become one of the owners of the Phoenix Hearth Stables, made the little plush pony for her child, she had no idea what it would become. Her delicate hands carefully stitched together a little brown horse. It wasn't perfect, not like the manufactured ones you bought at the store, but to the young Holly, it was perfect.
She named it
Warrior. She'd always been fascinated war horses in the middle ages, and the first thing the young Holly did was make him a set of pretty silver armor, made of aluminum foil and tape. She'd take him on grand adventures, ones where he'd save the princess, and sometimes the princess would save him. Holly was so attached to him that he'd even go to school with her, and after she punched someone for making fun of him no one bothered her about it.
One of her favorite places to go was the little forest by her house, and of course Warrior came too. One of her favorite adventures to take him on was they'd go deep into the forest to a little waterfall. She claimed it was the gate to the land of the unicorns, and that one day they'd find her and take her there, and they'd make Warrior a real horse.
The thing was, her mother had always told her to be careful and to not fall in the water. So, Holly tried not to, she really did. But one fateful day, she lost Warrior. Dropped him in the waterfall by accident as she was trying to take a picture of him on a rock by the edge.
Poor Holly's lip trembled so, and her eyes welled up with so many tears that she could have made a waterfall with them. For a moment, she contemplated screaming for mom and running home, but a new determination filled her up. After all, she was the princess and he was the warrior, and sometimes the princess had to save the warrior.
She waded in bravely, head held high, trying and failing to spot her little brown horse. The water got deeper the farther she waded into the river, but she wouldn't give up hope. Warrior needed her. Holly wouldn't fail him. A piece of his aluminum armor floated past, so she walked upstream, thinking that might be the right way to go. Holly's clothes were drenched, and she knew that her mom would be angry with her. But Warrior came first.
Finally, Holly found herself at the bottom of the waterfall. She looked around and around for a sign, a thread, a scrap of brown fabric, anything that might lead her to her beloved toy. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Until she saw a small cave entrance that hadn't been there before, or so she thought. Holly braved it, crawling and squirming until she fit in, and there, soaking wet and a little torn up, was Warrior, sitting on a little pile of gold nuggets.
Holly only took the gold as an after thought, too busy fussing over Warrior to care about the gold. She made the long trek home, tired, wet, but proud of herself for saving her beloved plush. Holly's mother was, rightfully, furious. At the same time, she understood how important Warrior was to her child and that this disobedience wouldn't become a normal thing. Holly was still grounded for a week though.
That night, while Holly slept, her mother carefully stitched the little toy back together. Before she stitched up the last hole, she carefully slipped in a little golden nugget. What she didn't know is that this nugget, slightly magical in nature, would hold onto a spark of her love for her child and become the catalyst for the miracle that would happen years later.
Fast forward many years, and Holly now lived with her cousins as the joint owners of the Phoenix Hearth Stables. Warrior has come with her all this time, but as she was an adult and had responsibilities, he sat on her bed and kept it warm for her come nighttime.
On the eve of her first birthday there, Holly whispered to her toy, "I wish you were real, now that we have somewhere to keep you."
The magic of a mother's love and a simple wish can do wonders. During the night, the strange energies of the place took the toy and transformed him into a real horse, tied a golden ribbon on his neck, and put him where he would surely be found the next day.
Holly awoke the next morning, Holly awoke to the sound her her cousins Sky and Aryanna calling her. Curiously she got out of bed, noting that Warrior wasn't in her immediate grasp, and found what all the fuss was about.
There, staring at her with big doe eyes, red like the buttons that had made them before, stood her Warrior. Holly understood immediately and wrapped him in a hug.
Her cousins exchanged a look, but understood perfectly.
