[center][b]Golden Gull[/b][/center]
[center]Chapter 13[/center]
[center]by[/center]
[center]Fluttershy[/center]

This chapter should be in complete contrast to the last. Excluding Pages 4 through 8, I want the panels to be clearly delineated with tight, precise borders. Keep negative space to a minimum. Except where otherwise noted, colors should be dark and muted—Golden’s coat should be the brightest color. Refrain from using dialogue boxes.
 
Only a few days have passed since the last chapter; the weight of what's happened is still present in Golden's eyes.
 
[b][u]PAGE 1[/u][/b]
 
1 and 2 are equal squares. 3 stretches across the page.
 
[b]1)[/b] Close-up of Golden pressed against Mother's side, clutching her doll. Mother is looking ahead. Golden’s eyes are clenched tight.
 
CAPTION: We didn’t stay in Trottingham long after Moma’s funeral. Father said there was no point.
 
[b]2)[/b] Shot of a carriage heading down a dirt road. A city looms in the distance. The sun is setting.
 
CAPTION: While we were on the ground, he said, we may as well visit friends.
 
[b]3)[/b] Wide shot of skyscrapers reaching into the stars. They are imposing, and blend into the dark sky behind them.
 
CAPTION: I didn't understand how could anypony live in a city like this. There were no clouds, no weather factories.
CAPTION: Only metal.
 
[b][u]PAGE 2[/u][/b]
 
1 and 4 stretch across the page. 3 and 4 are equal boxes.
 
[b]1)[/b] Shot of Mother helping Golden out of the carriage. Her eyes are wide as she gazes at the city.
 
CAPTION: Mother called it a vacation. I knew better.
CAPTION: Vacations were relaxing, fun. This was neither.
 
[b]2)[/b] Close-up of Golden’s hooves. She is wearing polished black horseshoes.
 
CAPTION: This was busy,
 
[b]3)[/b] Close-up of Golden’s mane, which has been straightened. A small white cap rests on her head.
 
CAPTION: annoying,
 
[b]4)[/b] Wide shot of Golden standing in a doorway, now wearing a frilled white dress. She is grimacing. Her parents stand at either side, her father wearing a sharp suit, and her mother a similar white gown.
 
CAPTION: and dull.
 
[b][u]PAGE 3[/u][/b]

1 and 2 are equal boxes, small at the top. 3, 4, and 5 are made up of triangles.
 
[b]1)[/b] Profile shot of Golden leering at the dinner plate in front of her. On it sit two daisy petals.
 
CAPTION: Each night a new town, a new set of faces…
 
[b]2)[/b] Shot of the entire dinner table, which is lined by dozens of ponies. Draw only Golden and her parents with any intricate detail.
 
[b]3)[/b] Close-up of Golden looking off-panel, looking dazed. The sentences “Who is the little one?” and “What a cute face!” surround her, almost fading into the background.
 
[b]4)[/b] Golden frowns, ears flat, back hunched. “Give us a smile!” and “Where’s her cutie mark?”
 
[b]5)[/b] Golden is looking down, teardrops in her eyes. “Already in Flight School and no cutie mark?” and “Aw, she’s shy!”
 
CAPTION: ...but it always felt the same.
CAPTION: I soon grew tired.
 
[b][u]PAGE 4[/u][/b]
 
1 and 2 each take half the page. The borders of 2 fade as the panel extends downward.
 
[b]1)[/b] Side shot of Golden, who is still hunched. She is looking in the same direction as the panel, towards a window. It is snowing.
 
CAPTION: It was in those moments that I wished to escape.
 
[b]2)[/b] Outside the window, looking in. Snow is falling, and the image becomes increasingly obscured as the panel extends downward.
 
CAPTION: I wished to go back.
 
[b][u]PAGE 5[/u][/b]
Full page splash. A cabin sits in a snowy field.
 
[b][u]PAGE 6[/u][/b]
Full page. Inside the house. A fireplace roars. A mare sits in a rocking chair with a foal on her lap.
 
[b][u]PAGE 7[/u][/b]
 
1, 2, and 3 take up equal space, but have no defined borders.
 
[b]1)[/b] Moma holds Golden tightly. The light of the fireplace colors their coats.
 
[b]2)[/b] Golden rests her head against Moma’s chest. Her face is calm.
 
[b]3)[/b] Golden closes her eyes and smiles.
 
[b][u]PAGE 8[/u][/b]
 
The top of the page is pure white, but quickly fades into 1, which runs until the halfway mark. 2 and 3 are equal squares.
 
[b]1)[/b] Shot of Golden sitting at the table, startled awake. The word “Golden!” hangs above her head, harsh and rough, as if scratched in with a razor.
 
[b]2)[/b] Golden looks up fearfully at her father, who scowls down at her.
 
[b]3)[/b] Father looks down at Golden, who stares at her hooves.
 
[b][u]PAGE 9[/u][/b]
Full page. Golden's ears and wings are limp. The dinner party continues as if nothing has happened.

[center]END OF CHAPTER[/center]