My little pony took the toy market by storm in the 80's. The creation of a cartoon to advertise a toy line was new with ponies and transformers, respectively. My little pony was one of the first television cartoons marketed specifically to little girls, this during a time where girls were mainly relegated to side characters this was actually a big deal. I was a late 80's baby and received my first pony at the tender age of four. By the time I was 7, my mom said I had 'enough' ponies, I probably had 10, and they were disappearing off of store shelves. Little could she have predicted I would pick up collecting as a hobby as a teen and expand my collection to 50+, including european exclusives and multiple generations. I found the online collecting community and spent more than enough time there, participating in contests, forums, chat rooms, drawing, writing a fanfic. As an adult, I instantly enjoyed Friendship is magic and feel it continued an excellent line of products and entertainment designed for girls. <3
Story by JessaMar
The power flowed into him, filling his lungs, spreading out in his blood like oxygen, and settling into the marrow of his bones. He felt himself smile in a way that he hadn't since he was a boy learning to cast his first spell. He had devoted decades to the study of magic, but now, now he was magic.
A glow lit the trees around him. He couldn't be sure if it was the setting sun, or if the glow came from his own skin. A beetle crawled on the ground nearby, seemingly unconcerned with what it had just witnessed, but yet its movements were in time with his heartbeat. A bird in the sky flapped its wings to the same rhythm.
A breeze plucked at his hair and clothes. He began to dance, slowly at first; he followed the wind, and the wind followed him. He moved faster, twirling and leaping, until even the fallen leaves were dancing around him. When he stopped, all was still.
He smiled again, and raised his arms to the sky. The first stars were visible. He watched them for a long time, and felt each twinkle as a tingle in his capillaries. By the time the sun rose, there was no trace of him.
Journal for Magic Week