The DNA Test Shows...


                                            Ah, what a quiet day it is.

                                            >”Dahlia! Dahlia!”

                                            >Guess not anymore and it’s Dah-lie-la not Dah-La-Li-Uh. It peeves you off that it keeps gett- No, calm down Dahlia. You can correct Windy later.

                                            >You take a deep breath before answering the worried mare.

                                            Yes, Windy?

                                            >”Have you gotten any messages from Posey?!”

                                            Woah Woah. What’s the matter?

                                            >”Posey hasn’t texted any of us! Not Onyx, Pipp, or anypony!”

                                            So why haven’t you asked her?

                                            >”I tried that! She’s locked herself in her own home! Nopony can go in or out! So have you gotten any text messages from her?!”

                                            No, I haven’t. Why is she suddenly acting more like a hermit than she usually does?

                                            >”I DON’T KNOW! OH CAN YOU PLEASE CHECK UP ON HER!? I’M WORRIED SICK FOR HER!!!”

                                            >You look down at the sobbing mess of fur and feathers.

                                            >You can’t help but feel sorry for the pegasus.

                                            >You get up from the bench and trot towards the fields of Equestria.

                                            >You finally make it to Posey’s house.

                                            >Well, what’s left of it.

                                            >Her house is covered from roof to ground in thick nasty vines.

                                            >You trot around the perimeters of the cottage to see if there was a sliver of an entrance to squeeze through.

                                            >No dice, completely sealed with all the tanglement of vines and stems.

                                            >You trot back to the front and tap at the foliage.

                                            >Nope, can’t buck through. Too strong for brute force.

                                            >Quick flapping fills your ears as you see Windy quickly flying towards you.

                                            >With a quick turn around, Windy screeches to a halt in the air.

                                            >Panting and wheezing, Windy falls to the ground, barrel first.

                                            >You sprint over to the red pegasus and help her up.

                                            >”Th–thanks.”

                                            Do you have anything sharp that can cut through?

                                            >With a shrug, Windy looks through her purse to find anything sharp.

                                            >To you and Windy’s luck, she manages to find her pony scouts pocket knife.

                                            >After hoofing the knife over to you, you grip the blade’s hilt and begin etching at the flexible, yet tough foliage.

                                            >The sun was setting over the horizon by the time you, and some help from Windy after she came back with another knife, made it through the organic obstacle.

                                            >You and Windy are on the front porch of Posey’s house.

                                            >You reach the handle and jostle it.

                                            >It’s not budging.

                                            >You get down low and feel over to the bars that hold up the left handle of the porch.

                                            >Feeling each bar, you manage to find a spare key tapped on one of them.

                                            >Pulling the key off the bar, you feel the sticky residue of the tape on the key.

                                            >You slot the key in the keyhole and turn.

                                            >The lock makes an audible click, and the door swings open with a shrieking creak.

                                            >Your worry for the earth mare begins to fester as you and Windy trot in.

                                            >The entire house is dark. You reach over and flick on a lightswitch.

                                            >The darkness from the foyer retreats to the entrances of the dining and living room.

                                            >You trot and reach the edge of the foyer that enters the living room.

                                            Posey? Are you in here?

                                            >No answer. Just dead silence.

                                            >You reach over and flick another lightswitch.

                                            >The lightbulbs flicker a bit before springing to life.

                                            >You and Windy search throughout the room, but no luck. She isn’t there.

                                            >You look to your left and see the dark hallway that leads to Posey’s room.

                                            >The two of you trot over to the bedroom door at the end of the hall.

                                            >You and Windy look at each other, unsure of who should knock first.

                                            >You reach over to the wooden door and knock on the door with your hoof.

                                            >Nopony’s answering. Normally you’re a lot more patient than your friend, but now’s not the time to play the waiting game.

                                            >You open the door, causing it to let out a long and loud creak.

                                            >The room, just like the other rooms, is completely dark.

                                            >Flipping up the switch, the room is lit up a tad bit. The slider for brightening the room at the very bottom.

                                            >Posey is laying in her bed, covered under her sheets.

                                            >Windy trots up to Posey.

                                            >”Posey! You haven’t answered any of my texts or calls!!! Are you okay!?!”

                                            >>”No…”

                                            Well, what’s wrong Posey?

                                            >Posey lightly tosses a piece of paper onto the ground.

                                            >Windy picks up the piece of paper and looks at it.

                                            >On the paper is a description of a tribe Posey is most likely related to, and at the bottom of the page had a name of one of the previous elements of harmony.

                                            >”Is that why you’re not answering my calls? You’re related to Fluttershy?”

                                            >The covers shuffle around a bit, indicating the yellow pony’s affirmative nod.

                                            Posey…

                                            >Posey creeps her head out of her cover, her pink mane color staining her yellow fur.

                                            >Tears going down her face, darkening the fur on her face.

                                            >You didn’t know what to think; you consider yourself as much of a traditionalist as Posey and taught to hate unicorns by your Auntie Mayflower, and even after you have grown to like unicorns, there’s still a wariness towards them that lingers in you.

                                            >To think that your childhood friend was part unicorn surprised you, but you also saw the irony of it all.

                                            >The irony of hating a breed while being in the same bloodline.

                                            >”We don’t care if you’re related to a unicorn or Princess Cadence; we still like you for you.”

                                            Yeah, who cares what a DNA test says. Remember when we were young and we galloped through the flowers? Or when you put that colt in his place when he made fun of me?

                                            >Posey lets out a soft chuckle before sitting up in her bed.

                                            >>”Yeah, I threw sand in his eyes after school… But what does that have to do with me being part unicorn?”

                                            I didn’t think of you any less then like I didn’t think of you any less now.

                                            >A smile forms on Posey’s face, replacing the glum expression.

                                            >”Hey! How about we get some milkshakes for this occasion? I’ll pay!”

                                            >>”Now hold on a moment!”

                                            >Windy and you stop; your friend trots over to the hat rack, picks up her sun hat to place on her head, and wipes off the runny mascara with a hoof.

                                            >>”Now I’m ready!”

                                            >The three of you trot out of the door, laughing and discussing what flavor to purchase.