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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="AiE:_Twilight.27s_Secret">AiE: Twilight's Secret</span><a href="./AiE:_Twilight's_Secret#/editor/1" title="Edit section: AiE: Twilight's Secret" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon, the first and only of your kind in this fairytale land of bright colors and magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The memories of where you came from and earth in general were pretty clear, but your past remined cloudy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some times you feel like you remember when you dream about it, but it's difficult to separate the dream from the truth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What you do remember is your less than warm welcoming courtesy of the Royal Guards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What a rude awakening that was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was like rolling out of bed from the worst hangover you ever had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You recall when your eyes first opened �affixing to a rather beautiful blue sky's embrace with some light fluffy clouds here and there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The soft soil and lush green grass cradled your sore body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A fresh scent of clean air entering your sense of smell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You moved slightly but found your body to be somewhat uncooperative from some pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before there was time to admire any of the breath taking scenery, orders were barked &quot;BY ORDER OF THE ROYAL GUARD DO NOT MOVE BEAST. YOU WILL COMPLY AND SURRENDER OR YOU WILL MEET YOUR END WHERE YOU LIE&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Beast?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In shock, you offered no resistance or fight of any kind as these armed golden armored ponies closed in on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even the ability to speak seemed to have left you as you tried to comprehend exactly what was going on, or where you were for that matter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; For whatever reason you ended up practically knocked out and bound by some jittery, winged, blue maned rookie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of him being reprimanded was still clear in your ears as you were teetering on the line of consciousness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Damnit Flash, no order was given to engage him, you put us all at risk by acting out like that. You've only been here a few weeks and your really pushing your luck. I don't care who you know!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fucking rookie...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you were satisfactorily secured you were brought to a canterlot dungeon to determine if you were a threat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Princesses Luna and Celestia would often question you while you were detained.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna more so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She seemed to have more time running things at night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We are able to peer into your dreams where we will be better able to determine your intentions in our lands.&quot; She explained</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We assume thou will be willing to comply with this simple request to provide proof and ease of mind to the Royals and residents of our land.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking around you wonder who the &quot;we&quot; she keeps talking about is since she's the only one there.</span><br />&quot;Look I told all of you I don't know why I'm here. I didn't intend to be here. I have no intentions.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Walking forward you place your hands and forhead against the cold bars, the chains of your shackles clanking against it.</span><br />&quot;But whatever it is you want me to do to prove I'm not here to hurt anyone is fine by me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She raised an eyebrow at your term &quot;anyone&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We are most pleased to hear your voluntary compliance.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You spent several weeks �in there somewhat well taken care of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Though you know you slept, you do not recall dreaming.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At the end of it all you guess you understood the hostility and imagined how much harder it would be for one of them if the roles were reversed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But that was a few years ago. [Fast forward]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Things have taken some quite interesting turns since then</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sit in Sugar Cube Corner sipping your coffee staring idly out of the window watching the vibrant life take place outside as you reminisce your arrival.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Although snow partially coated the scenery, colorful ponies still were out and about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some carrying bags, some wearing scarfs beanies and ear muffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The mug warms your hands as you observe a snowball fight beginning to break out not far from the glass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile slightly at the sight of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Everything considered, �you were happy with this new life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was a chance to truly be your self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No more pretending, �no more being what you thought you had to be, or living up to standards of others.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were yourself, and it was liberating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After Princesses Luna and Celestia deemed you a non threat and in fact a potential asset to their kingdom, the over all population grew somewhat accepting and curious of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Which included your now wife, the Princess herself Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was so strange at first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She would bombard you with questions about where you were from, and you answered as well as your memories allowed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; For the most part everything was strangely similar, minus the pony puns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Manehattan, Phillydelphia? Ha..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Eventually the questioning ceased to be about your planet and more personal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You almost felt like they were hints that she would hope that you would pick up on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You recall some.</span><br />~~~~<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight would act like she is taking notes down on her yellow stained scroll with an over the top quill pen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a small blush while trying to keep it professional. &quot;S-so Anon... what type of qualities do you look for in a special some pony?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Arching your eyebrow you lean your elbows on the desk as she is now averting your gaze by looking into her book.</span><br />&quot;Is this still for your &quot;background investigation&quot; of me or is that a personal question?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; A small grin crosses your lips and you can sense her nervousness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She levatates her quill up trying to maintain a professional air. &quot;This could be useful information Anon! We don't know a thing about you or your kind! &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lean back crossing your arms</span><br />&quot;Ya uh huh.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her cheeks redden a little more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Deciding that's enough torment on her for now you ease up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Going out on a limb, you decide you had enough of the interview atmosphere and take a shot in the dark to ask her to dinner to further discuss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; To be perfectly honest you did enjoy spending the time with her and answering her... strange questions but were somewhat dismayed with the interview interrogation feel to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Like, what are the sleeping patterns of an adult human.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Do you hibernate?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What does your diet consist of?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You need out of this science experiment setting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fuck it here we go</span><br />&quot;I tell you what.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You casually sit up gaining her relaxed attention</span><br />&quot;You have been asking me all the questions, and I still want to know so much more about this place.. and you.. �Soo.. I was thinking how about you let me take you out to dinner and we can have a nice discussion and get to know each other outside of the library interview sessions.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Remembering the deep red blush that overtook her cheeks still brought a smile to your face when you thought about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were able to have more of a conversation rather than an interview from that point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your interviews turned to dates which turned into more dates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You genuinely enjoyed spending time with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her slight social awkwardness was adorable to you, and you admired her intellect and devotion to her friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her friends became your own as well, quickly and early on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You helped during busy seasons at Sweet Apple Acres to earn your temporary housing at the time after your arrival, and because of that you consider the apple family to be like your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were the first to give you a shot and you realize the gamble they took employing and housing the first creature of its kind on and in there property.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Big Mac became your bro and occasional drinking partner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nothing like some Apple Jackdaniels fresh from the source.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of the friends you were probably closest with Apple Jack because of the chance she gave you and the time you spent with her and her family.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You helped when you could and where you could.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With deliveries at Sugar Cube Corner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Helping �Ponk set up parties</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity used you as a model for her bipedal chic lines, which got you widely acknowledged.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were a regular Calvin Kolt model because of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your help Flutters was able to open a pet shelter and adoption center that specialized in optimal owner/ pet pairing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dash was basically your gym partner/trainer, over all bro and both confided in eachother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She gave you tips on how to deal with Twilight here and there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her likes and dislikes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were a new and welcomed addition to Twilight's closest circle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The past two years with Twilight were like no other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two and a half if you count the dating, which some portion you learned was for her own research.</span><br />~~~~~<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your train of thought is disrupted by the sound of the bell on the entrance door opening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Enter Apple Jack</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Eyes looking up from your mug you notice her.</span><br />Oh hey AJ<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say with a smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns to you with a wide smile &quot;Howdy Anon! Lunch time for one? Where's Twi?&quot; Her head looking left and right.</span><br />She said something about royal business. I don't know. I thought I would help Ms Cake run some deliveries but they're canceled for the day. So I just figured I'd relax a little.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sip from your mug</span><br />How's things at the farm?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She approaches the table &quot;A little slow, but ok. Big Mac was asking about you the other day. Mind if ah join you for a little?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pull the chair out for her</span><br />Oh yea? I need to stop by and catch up over a few drinks.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;oh sugar cube, you're such a gentlecolt.&quot; She smiles warmly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; ahm sure he would like the visit &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A loud thud sounds from the glass next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As the snow slides off of it, you see AJ's little sister Apple Bloom</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She waves excitedly with a big smile and you hear her muffled through the glass &quot;Howdy aynon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While giving her a wave back, she ends up getting nailed by several snowballs and falls over with a &quot;oof&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wince as you and AJ both hold back laughter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But like a trooper she gets back up &quot;Ah was sayin hi to aynon you cheaters!&quot; She huffs and chases down her assailants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Apple Jack caught up a little longer before Flutters came in as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When she noticed you both you could have sworn you caught a look of panic or hesitation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You waved her over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She joins the both of you as you order some hot chocolate for the two mares.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hold off on that order, ahm gonna need a rain check on that. &quot;</span><br />So soon?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, �ah have to finish up some errands and make sure Apple Bloom doesn't bury some poor filly alive for that snowball incident&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You both share a small laugh</span><br />Alright, I'll try to be by to visit soon tell everyone I said hello.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Flutters say your goodbyes to her as the hot chocolate arrives.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back at Flutters who you noticed has been avoiding eye contact with you since she walked in.</span><br />Is there something wrong Flutters?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She quietly meeped and looked up at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;n-no why do you ask?&quot; She again avoids your gaze as she looks left and right</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You simply raise an eyebrow at her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes eventually find yours and begins to speak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She holds the hot chocolate mug, hiding behind it while speaking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;w..well what if... some pony had to tell a friend something abo..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glance over Flutters shoulder, a familiar sight catching your eye outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;about another friend a-and&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Is that Twilight?</span><br />Is that Twi?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You accidentally cut her off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She meeps again here irises shrinking, �looking somewhat panicked �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand up to get a better look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look back to Flutters confused</span><br />She told me she had &quot;Royal Business&quot; to attend what is she doing here?<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems to be searching for an answer, not for a lie, but visibly conflicted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;an idea pops in your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You haven't seen Ponk today yet. ..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;that must be it, they're going to throw you some kind of crazy ass ponks party because. ..reasons. right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;i-i can't tell you anon,... b-but maybe if you follow her you'll see.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;ha that has to be it, she doesn't want to ruin the surprise.</span><br />OK then.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You scratch behind her ears as you stand</span><br />I'll see you later then<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She offers up a half confused forced smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Weird pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You leave your bits on the table and exit the store.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Keeping enough space and cover between you and your wife you begin to follow her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Man this is alot harder doing this as the only human.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You decide to make a game of it, maybe you'll come up behind her and scoop her up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Plant some kisses on her neck like she likes so much</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You become a bit giddy now that it's a covert sneaking game</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At one point she begins to look around and behind her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; quickly you dive down by some recycled cardboard, �and a cardboard box falls over you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Snake. Snake?? SNAKKEEEEE?!?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You peek out of the handle opening until she continues walking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Where is she going, you don't know anyone down here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She finally approaches a door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; looking around again she knocks quickly and the door opens just as quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She lowers her head and walks in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Huh. ..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What in the actual fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The distance between the house and you close attempting to get a peek in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There's no sign of a party going on, �or anyone inside for that matter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your confusion turns to suspicion as accusatory thoughts flood your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Suddenly this isn't a game anymore, �this isn't cute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She wasn't even supposed to be around, nevertheless down to a house you've never seen before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With out trying to conceal yourself anymore you approach a window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The playing is over your movement intentional and direct.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Darkness... but... what is that sound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;unnnf&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;... You approach another window towards the back as the slight snow begins to dust your jacket and head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The window is slightly steamed...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The light emanates through the fogged window as you peer in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; pieces of gold armor across the floor. .. a yellow...ish coat .... blue mane...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;... through the fog you can see purple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not clearly but definitely purple... that the yellow coat is beginning to get on top of...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your chest tightens and your sight begins to tunnel vision.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With out even realizing it your feet take you to the front door which is obviously unlocked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Stepping in through the threshold of the house the sounds are still muffled but alot clearer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Moaning and grunting assault your ears as your teeth begin to grit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You see the door slightly open with the light on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking a step your foot hits something hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; looking down you see a Royal Guard helm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Numbness grips you as your attention is brought back to the slightly ajar door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;oh FFFUUUUU.... yyeess fill me up. Harder *pant pant* OH YEESS&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your chest is on fire with rage your hands in fists as you make your way to the door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Stopping for one second at the front of it you think, do you even want to see what your about to...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You steel yourself as your hand begins to push open the only thing obstructing your sight of what your already sure is happening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The smell of sex saturates the air... the sounds assaulting your ears...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And now the sight...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sight... burning your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They haven't noticed you yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your wife hasnt because she was underneath a blue maned colt... who was ravaging her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rutting her like there was no tomorrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There you were.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A front row seat to betrayal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; To heartbreak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes began to sting more, as you attempt to control your breathing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But the sight of the stallions member, that clearly put yours to shame, pounding your eager wife's mare hood made it near impossible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The door you pushed open finally finishes swinging open and hits the wall with a loud enough tap to gain the attention of the two in their passionate embrace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Both turn to the doorway and see you standing there, fists clenched taking deep breaths coming down from your shock, eyes red , your icy stare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight's breathing seems to stop completely as her pin point irises catch your eyes fixed on the entire scene in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;oh my god Flash get off of me&quot; Twilight begins to push him off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Flash?...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a few flaps from his wings the pegasus moves to the side of the bed while keeping an eye on you at a complete loss for words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A few seconds that felt like minutes pass by.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight decides to be the first to speak. &quot;What are you doing Anon?! Are you spying on me?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You give her a look a fury that causes her to shrink back.</span><br />Of anything. ... ANYTHING IN THE WORLD... that you could say, you choose that right now?...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes lower</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your gaze then turns to Flash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The gears in your head begin to turn and piece together where you know him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; �It clicks that he was the one that jumped the gun at your arrival.</span><br />You...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You let out like a low growl primal rage beginning to grip you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This caused him to look left and right for possible escape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Seeing this you lunged at him before he could figure it out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His eyes widened as he quickly spread his wings and took flight just high enough to avoid your grasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This appeared to encourage him seeming almost amused that he was able to dodge you &quot;Who let this beast into my home?&quot; He says over confidently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Beast!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight seemed to be taken back for you as well eyes darting between the both the stallion and the enraged human.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She has never seen you like this before and doesn't know what to make of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You voice was hoarse dripping with hate.</span><br />Beast... I'll show you beast you yellow piece of shit!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Reaching back to the nightstand you landed near you grab the first thing in arms reach, an ornate metal lamp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In one quick motion you spun and threw it up at the now flapping pegasus with all your might.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This caused him to drop to the floor, dodging it with another smug smirk, the glass shattering across the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The crash was loud causing Twilight to jump and Flash to glance back at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anticipating this you were already diving in to tackle him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His smirk quickly vanished as your shoulder met his neck, tackling him to the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You audibly knocked the wind out of him as you land on top, he let's out a throaty &quot;uhhhhg&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Staring down at him with your eyes on fire you see your opportunity as he's trying to catch his breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Mounting him in a way that you sit back on his front hooves, and knees pinning his wings leaving him unable to defend him self you begin your attack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You raise your fist taking a large breath, looking down at his fear stricken face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; God this is going to feel good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight walks around from the bed face clearly panicked. &quot;A-ano..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her sounds don't even register in your brain as your tightly clenched fist begins to slam downward towards the wife fuckers head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Putting all of your back and arm strength into your adrenaline filled muscles, your knuckles slam into the side of Flashes head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The force of the blow causes his head to bounce back into the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of your punch and his head bouncing off the floor caused Twilight's jaw to drop and let out a slightly audible gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes go dark as animal instinct overcomes you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The fight or flight in full force, and there was no flight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His eyes look back up to unable to focus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight speaks up a little louder &quot;Anon...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;� Her voice still doesn't register as you raise your fist again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Once more you unleash another hay maker causing his head to turn violently towards Twilight's direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He's cut now as his eye is visibly beginning to swell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A small sense of satisfaction begins to find itself in you as this piece of shit bleeds under you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to land punch after rage filled punch as you feel your victim squirm under you .</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The skin on your knuckles begins to rake away as you land your left and rights into his skull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You let out the air in your lungs with a deep grunt every swing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His squirming turns into a desperate flailing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Lowering your center of gravity to still keep him pinned, you drop tight elbows across the side of his head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His yelping every strike you landed amused you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not so much Twilight, as she began to close the distance between the both of you.� &quot;ANON! STOP IT&quot; she pleads</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes beginning to mist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You drop and hold a forearm against his neck causing him to let out a &quot;urkk&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With your free hand you forcefully grab the top of his mane to make him face her.</span><br />This is what you wanted Twi!? This!? You risked and destroyed our marriage for this!?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Flash seems to have lost most of his steam as his struggles weaken.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight's eyes are now to the brim with tears &quot;A...anon it's... That's not it. I love&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You growl cutting her off.</span><br />DON'T. ..don't you dare insult me by finishing that sentence... You have betray-<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her pleas have distracted your hold on Flash, and he caught it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Seeing his opportunity,� Flash frees one of his front hooves and delivers what feels like a brick hitting your jaw causing you to lean back mildly dazed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight gasps &quot; Anon!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Since you got hit backwards you were now in range of his rear hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Wasting no time Flash raises his lower hooves and up kicks into your upper back causing you to fall forward over him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hands break the forward fall, but you realize he's free now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a hard blink you shake your self out of the daze as you notice the blood beginning to pool under your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As you pivot and turn to stand remembering he's still behind you, you catch a rear kick to your stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your breath leaves your Lungs as you buckle over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Flash takes advantage of this, delivering another cinder block feeling blow across your cheek bone with his hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The force of it spins you back around to your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your breathing is struggling and vision blurred.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Flash doesn't look much better, his eye almost completely swollen shut, blood coming from his nose and open cut across his brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But he's standing right now and your not.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You grunt and gain control of your breathing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Flash- Anon Stop It!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; For whatever reason,� Twilight's words further enrage you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can hear Flash stepping closer to you, his hoof taps getting louder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Noticing the metal lamp you threw earlier is on the floor is with in arms reach you wait until he gets a little closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of his grunt as he winds up another strike enters your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You quickly reach for the lamp by the skinny neck, and bring it with a forehand swing towards flash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A 'thunk' sound echos in the room as the heavy base of the lamp strikes the side of his head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Flash spins in the direction of the swing and drops to the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking a second to catch your breath you rise to your feet, your weapon of opportunity still gripped tightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Flash let's out a pitiful moan on the floor as a hoof moves to where you struck him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In his semi conscious state his wings are slightly unfurled</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take a step towards him, when Twilight steps between the both of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She can see what your going to do, she can see what you want to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Opening her wings to block the path in a somewhat protective manor, you pauae.</span><br />...After what you did... What he did... You would protect HIM? You don't love me... do you... I must be some kind of joke huh? I was just your little experiment all along wasn't i.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Staring down at her, your facial expressions begin to betray you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your stinging eyes begin to mist but not tear, the pain and agony becoming apparent in your expression and posture.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; N-no Anon... You are my love. My everything.� I'm so sorry I-&quot; Her wings drop slightly as she speaks.</span><br />Just Stop!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; With one arm you push her off to the side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A look of shock is painted on her face at the strength of the shove, as she lands against the side of the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With her out of your way, you begin to raise the lamp in your hand over your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look down to the pitiful display of the bloodied blue and yellow pegasus.</span><br />You cocky mother fucker. I hope you're happy. ..<br /><span class="co4">&gt; This is it you have to end it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Inhaling sharply you begin your final blow, everything you have, every bit of strength out of your sore muscles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With your swing half way down, physics betray you as the object is held instantly in place by a purple hazy glow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You did not have to turn to face Twilight, you know her magic, she just stopped you... again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Smart pony</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She realized that your physical body is pretty resistant to magic here, but the objects you hold are another story.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No matter, you release the weapon of opportunity and draw your foot back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You drive a kick into Flash's ribs that would have sailed a 65 yard field goal effortlessly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a deep grunt he rolled over leaving his wing sprawled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This catches your eyes, as you recall how fragile they were.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before Twilight was able to figure out how to stop you next, you quickly raise your foot and heel stomp the base of his wing near his shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your foot stays in place still driving down your weight.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The crack sound that bounced from the walls made Twilight pale a few shades as she froze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Flash rolls back into the direction of your leg screaming in agony trying to push your leg away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking down at his suffering, you almost enjoy his screams.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;ANON STOP! IF YOU KILL HIM THEY'LL TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Take me away from her?...</span><br />Twilight. .. You just took me away from you. You did this... not me, or anyone else..<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your voice was calm but still carried a firm intensity to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon noo.&quot; Tears spill from her eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Though some labored breathing you respond</span><br />... You... not me... I loved you<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You shake your head at her and turn your gaze to her little cold friend</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What you failed to notice was the shard of broken glass he grabbed from the floor from the broken lamp during your quick dialog.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He desperately shoved it into the calf of the leg you were pressing down with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Letting out a short roar in pain you yanked your leg away and hopped back leaning against the wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was a considerable size piece.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Shit do you leave it in or take it out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As you take your temporary space from him, he tries to cradle his limp wing while also trying to hold back tears.��</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He was failing both attempts teetering the line of consciousness, just like he left you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon please. .. y - you don't understand&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your stare is like daggers as you hobbled in her direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;� Now kneeling, only inches separate your faces.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Flash's scent and the smell of sex, the smell of betrayal,� is still very noticeable on her which causes your heart to both ache and you to become infuriated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight shrinks back against the bed a little more noticing this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hand grips her firmly by her jaw line and cheeks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your grip tightens as it feels like your heart is pounding out of your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You just want her to hurt in the worst way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Like she hurt you, like she betrayed you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She needed to feel what you were feeling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her breathing is panicked as she sqints awaiting a strike from you.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yet she does not fight back as if willing to accept whatever you decide her punishment should be is acceptable.</span><br />And I don't want to...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your voice is a low growl</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The stare you give her could burn a hole through her head as your hand squeezes her face as hard as it can, beginning to tremble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of her shaking can be heard in her whimpering breathing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You push her head roughly away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She stumbles back to a sitting position.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Something kept you from hitting her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Searching your own mind for a reason, you came up with nothing solid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You just couldnt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe it's your upbringing,� maybe it's because for a split second you still saw your wife,� the silhouette of the mare you loved, fuck maybe your just losing to much blood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The urge to was definitely there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight has a hoof to her face now with tears staining her purple fur.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can hear her quietly repeat &quot; I'm S-so sorry. .. -quiet sob- so s-sorry&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Slowly standing you ignore this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The fire in your chest still burns as your glare turns from her to Flash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He has no steam left in him, he's barely awake on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; For good measure you deliver one last boot into his side, mustering the rest of the fight you have in you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The Thump of your foot landing onto it's target made Twilight flinch as her eyes met the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He let's our a bloody cough right before he goes unconscious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stare at him for a second surveying the damage you did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Standing up straight you begin to compose yourself somewhat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before turning away you spit your blood laced saliva towards him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The adrenaline begins to fade somewhat as your own injuries are becoming more apparent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Keeping it to yourself, you adjust your clothing and jacket while controlling your breathing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Turning your body, Twilight enters your vision.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her tears are still streaming as she sits on the floor with her shoulders drooped mouthing &quot;I'm sorry. I love you. P - please&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You decide to not even respond as you coldly stared for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With that you turned and limped out the fateful door you entered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Using the wall and anything you can for support you exit the house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can hear Twilight's full crying fit now, although muffled from outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I hate you Flash Sentry! I hate you!&quot; Followed by her signature teleport *snap* sound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have no idea where she went but she wasn't near you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Deciding not to even try to figure that out you continue to limp out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was such a good day too until this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Standing in the middle of the road you let the cold air enter your lungs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The flurries begin to dust your clothing and head again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Puffs of white exit your nose and mouth as you exhale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't know where you're going right now but you know you're not staying here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; On autopilot you head back towards town, a trail of crimson stains the white snow as you walk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Numbness overtakes you as you begin your trek.</span><br />~~~<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The unrythmic crunch of snow under your shoes as you limp aimlessly is all that registers in your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Random ponies stop in their tracks gawking at your bloodied bruised self, but you take no notice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The world around you is a haze as you fight to maintain your numbness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How could this happen?�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why did it happen?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were in lov... nope, stop thinking brain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sight of a small restaurant enters your blurred vision.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Trying to focus your eyes you realize it's the restaurant you first took Twilight to on your first &quot;date&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your feet stop as you stare at it, the memories forcing themselves to the front of your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Despite the weather, the cast iron chairs and tables were still outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There it is, the table you sat with her at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A pit in your stomach forms as you stare at the empty table mentally projecting the first time you sat there with her.</span><br />~~~~<br />[Cue memory]<br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's� much warmer out as you and Twilight are sitting at the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You asked Princesses Twilight out and she actually said yes!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your beyond amped.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And nervous... mostly nervous, but still amped.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your glad she's so down to earth so you didn't have to take her to a spot you can't afford to try to impress her with bits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking over at Twilight you notice that she looks as nervous as you feel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Oh god say something before it gets weird.</span><br />S-so, you look nice today Twi.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Smooth Anon is smooth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks up at you with a mild blush &quot;Thanks I didn't do anything to special&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That wasn't true you noticed she at least got a hooficure.</span><br />Don't be so modest<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You jest waving your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This earned you a small smile from her</span><br />So like I said before you got to ask me all the questions. I'm sure you could write a novel about me by now.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Was she writing a novel about you?</span><br />I was wondering if you minded if I ask some about you?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Uh, sure I don't see why not&quot; she begins playing with her salad in front of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Putting your hand to your chin in a sarcastic thinking motion you come up with a question.</span><br />So what's it like being a Princess?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe not a good question but a question none the less.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She let's out a small sigh &quot; Honestly?� It's not all its cracked up to be. For now my royal duties include dropping welcome banners for royal guests, and smiling and waving at the crowds. &quot;</span><br />And here I am thinking you spend all this time with me because you liked me. It turns out you have nothing better to do huh.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile at her after the sarcasm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes widen slightly with nervousness as the sarcasm momentarily escapes her. &quot; No its not like that at all! I do like y-&quot; and it registers. &quot;..you. you jerk&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She covers her face with her hooves Oh so you do like me?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your smile widens as you realize you were just able to make her say it on her own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her blush can be seen past the sides of her forelegs that try to cover her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She silently nods as her hooves begin to uncover her face.</span><br />Oh I see<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lean forward resting your elbows on the table, your chin in your hands.</span><br />We'll Twi, here's the thing. I think I like you too.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She sheepishly smiles &quot;You do?&quot;</span><br />Mhmm. I was wondering if all your interest in me was for your own research or actual interest in me as an individual. That's why I asked you to come here with me.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Well Anonymous,� I'm here aren't I&quot; She plays with her salad again looking to keep her hooves busy out of nerves. &quot;Is it bad to say I wish you would have asked me sooner?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her own comment made her sheepish smile reappear as she looked down at her plate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You reach across the table and taker her hoof in your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks up at you with almost hopeful eyes.</span><br />Well Twi, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her slight social awkwardness is so adorable.�</span><br />You asked me in your library what qualities I look for in a special some pony.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She simply nods</span><br />Well, I appreciate intellect. Some one... er pony who's not afraid to stand up for their friends. Who you can always depend on. Who never gives up on their goals.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Still holding on to her hoof you look her in the eye, Here we go.</span><br />Some one like you Twi.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-anon... &quot; She has a sentimental smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She leans forward towards you, eyes closed for a kiss to your cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When her lips touch your skin, you feel an icy sting instead</span><br />~~~~<br />[End memory]<br /><span class="co4">&gt; *WHAP*</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A snowball lands into your cheek covering half your face in snow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A fillies giggle enters your ears as your memory abruptly ends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart was heavy still.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Got ya Aynon! &quot; giddy Apple Bloom boasted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The snow caked to your face begins to turn crimson as the impact opened your slightly scabbed wounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Aynon? Are you alright? &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her face quickly turning from excitement to worry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Will you stop running away from me you little critter. &quot; AJ catches up to her little sister and notices you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; What in the hay?! I told you to stop throwing those snowballs, you hurt Aynon! &quot;</span><br />N-no its.. it's ok s-she didn't do....<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wave your hand at AJ trying clear Apple Bloom of fault but dizziness take hold of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to sway as your vision becomes narrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hearing echoed and distant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Trying to walk towards them, you end up stumbling forward unable to balance anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The best you can do is catch yourself with your hands as you fall foward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Aynon! &quot; the sisters shout at the same time, running at you as they see your actually hurt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Mumbling something incoherent you begin to black out.</span><br />Tw.. she.. -pant- i...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The cold snow felt good on your aching body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; God your so tired right now.</span><br />~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Voices echo in your ears as you slip into a dream like state.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It sounds like they're panicking, but you're way to comfortable to care right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The stress you were carrying begins to dissolve as your body relaxes into your trance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This is much better...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Opening your eyes you look yourself over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There are no signs of injury on your face or hands, and you appear to be wearing a fresh dry cleaned fitted and tailored suit with a red tie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't question this as you adjust your sleeves a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The landscape is mostly open field with several trees here and there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's night time, as the cresent moon hangs in the sky illuminating the scenery in a pale white purple hue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking in a lung full of the cool night air you are startled by a voice behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thou never cease to amaze us Prince Anonymous. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Turning,� you let out a sigh of relief as Princess Luna enters your field of vision.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her teal eyes give you a once over.</span><br />&quot;Thine attire is always to impress, is it not?.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your unable to come up with any good come back since you don't even recall putting this on.</span><br />Y - yeah I guess. What uh.. what do I owe the honor of your presence to?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She walks slowly next to you, her deep blue cascading mane flows with the light breezes &quot; Straight to businesses, we see. We are beginning to think thou art not happy to see us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Uh oh better fix this quick, she doesn't handle anger very well.</span><br />No no no of course I am! I'm just a little confused as to what's going on right now. And uhh.. you know<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hand begins rubbing the back of your neck.</span><br />Where I am...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You give yourself another once over and feel your face for the damage that was there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nothing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna smiles slightly noticing what your looking for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Injuries will not be bothering thee in this place&quot; she states calmly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Mid motion, you pause as she says injuries.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She knows...</span><br />Ohh. Ummm. About that...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She raises a hoof in your direction to signal you to stop talking. &quot;We know what happened Prince Anonymous. Let us just say we are terribly sorry for Princess Twilight's lack of... &quot; She pauses trying to find the most polite way to phrase it, &quot; moral compass. ..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not knowing again how to respond to this you simply turn away from her and take in the landscape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna does the same as she sits down next to you sensing your pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Trying to change the subject and lighten the mood you joke, because that's always worked before to divert the pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your tone is noticeably yet mildly sarcastic.</span><br />You know your in modern times now Princess Luna, you can lose the archaic speak. Also please just call me Anon. You know I don't like being called Prince.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You caught her slightly off guard as she stiffens up a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; An embarrassed flush can be seen on her cheeks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Still keeping your gaze out to the landscape you let a small grin cross your lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot; We will work on it. Also, if we are calling thee.... we mean you, Anon from now on, we insist on you calling us Luna.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You enjoy this conversation much more than talking about your life wrecking wife.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna has a gentle tone to her voice that somehow is easing you down from the tension that you were feeling when the incident was brought up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She fills the silence once again &quot;You know Anon, we are not very different from you in our own respects. We can understand how you feel on some sort of level.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking slightly in her direction you wait for an explanation on this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You do recall our... banishment, yes?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'where is she going with this, am I about to get banished too?' You think to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nodding you let her explain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks to your confirmation and looks back out to the landscape as she explains,� &quot; We allowed ourself to become consumed by hate, anger and pain... not unlike what you are feeling. We almost found it impossible to reintegrate with every pony else.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her face becomes slightly saddened recalling this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We were feared, and that's how we liked it for the time. We would not be hurt again. Nopony could become close enough to cause us pain again, to feel the sting of betrayal again.&quot;</span><br />Luna, respectfully,� I don't see how that...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She cuts you off looking at you &quot; You understand pain as we do. You understand betrayal as we do. We can empathize with it. Perhaps not directly,� no. But I have seen your thoughts,� your dreams, even the ones I keep from you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Huh?</span><br />Ones you keep from me?...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Confusion displayed on your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon, when you first arrived you were closely watched as we explained to you. Your mind and dreams examined to determine your intentions and level of threat to us. We were able to learn alot about you, and what a good... &quot; she searches for the correct terminology &quot; person?.. you can be. But we also saw your pain and suffering prior to your arrival here. You greatly intrigued us.&quot;</span><br />And you're telling me this now, why?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say unintentionally harsh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Being one for vague articulation she takes a second before responding. &quot; We care for you Anonymous.� We want you to be happy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Care for you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She finishes almost shyly &quot; Also we are sorry if we have overstepped ourselves in trying to do that. We know now is not an appropriate time to further discuss that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The ground begins to tremble and sky grow dark</span><br />What the..<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna displays a slightly forced smile through eyes of sadness, &quot;It would appear our conversation will draw to a close now. Anonymous do not let darkness become you as we did. We wish you happiness above all else. Come to us if need be. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are lost, unable to comprehend what is happening as the ground violently shakes and cracks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The pain in your body throbbed through you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your clothes appearing tattered once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking back to Luna her eyes were glowing white as she flapped her wings rising into the sky. &quot;Time to wake up Anon...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her horn glowed and shot an aura around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You levatated in it momentarily as your headache and woosy feeling came back full force.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Incomprehensible voices echo in your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Feeling pressure on your chest you begin to cough as the world goes black around you, or whatever you were perceiving to be the world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were dreaming?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Were you dead?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have no idea.</span><br />N-no I don't want to go back! Don't make me!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was so much better not having to face reality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Better than facing the pain that awaited you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was calm and peaceful,� better than anything this &quot;reality&quot; had to offer you for the moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If you were dead you were ok with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't want to face it again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The idea of staying there in nothingness was so much more appealing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wanted to continue your talk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There were so many questions you had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Another pound on your chest causes you to cough some more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Wake up Aynon!&quot; The pounding feeling on your chest continues.</span><br />Please!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You plead to nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Who's calling your name anyway?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;C'mon sugar cube,� your alright wake up!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Is that Aj?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Another cough jolts you as a deep gasp fills your lungs with cold air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes open looking up to a gray sky and a very concerned blond haired mare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Trying to comprehend what just happened you continue to stare into the gray snow cloud ridden sky, watching the flurries make their way down to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Aynon can ya hear me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes shift to meet her panicked emerald eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Saying nothing you continue to stare at her with a blank expression as you look back into the clouds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't want to come back from where ever it was you were.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yet here you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; AJ places a hoof to your cheek gently turning your head to her. &quot;Aynon speak to me, are you OK now? what happened? &quot; Her voice is stern full of concern.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What happened? ... You don't want to recall.</span><br />Nothing happened AJ<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your voice was raspy void of emotion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Putting your palms to the floor you try to sit up slowly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Wooahh easy there partner, let me help ya.&quot; She braces you as you sit up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Now sitting up you get your bearings blinking a few times.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You groan a little with a sore chest.</span><br />Ugh... what happened.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; AJ looks at you quizzically &quot; Ah was hoping you could tell me? Ah had to pump� your chest a bit, yer heart stopped Aynon.&quot; She states with a serious look to her &quot; And ya look mighty banged up. Ahm gonna go out on a limb and guess that has something to do with it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Heart stopped?...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to wonder if you were dreaming your encounter or were you actually dead.</span><br />Huh... well I guess I owe you don't I AJ...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Reaching a hand to her shoulders you use her for balance to stand back up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She is right your are banged up, noticing you still have glass in your leg, busted knuckles and decent size cuts across your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Rarity isn't too far from here let's get you over there and see if she has a first aid kit&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nodding you begin to go in that direction using her as support to walk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Ah sent Apple Bloom to let her know we're coming when ya started coming to.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her words registered but you blankly stare ahead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Every time you feel pain in your steps it reminds you of the whole fight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sight of betrayal, of the mare you loved getting rutted crying out for more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Trying to rid the thoughts you internally scold yourself ' Do yourself a favor and stop... stop thinking about it. .. What's done is done. JUST STOP...' pleading for numbness to retake you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A short while later you arrive at Rarity's shop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before you can enter, her front door flys open and Rarity peeks her head out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes widen in disbelief and jaw drops open. &quot; My WORD Anonymous!� What happened to you!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She rushes over to you to help you walk until she stops short when she notices your dirty and still bloody.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She seems thoroughly skeeved out at the blood and let's out a nervous laugh &quot;Ah-haha.. and ..bloody why are you&quot; she forces out the words trying to sound polite still, through gritted teeth &quot; you.. you..... bloody&quot;.</span><br />Don't be such a baby Rare...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Attempting some humor with your scratchy voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She shoots you a squinty face stare. &quot; Come, come inside clean your self up darling.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You get escorted up to the bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Be a dear and clean yourself off so we can take a look at you, and I'll find you some new clothes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She closes the door leaving you in the bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The glass shard was still jutting from your leg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sitting on the edge of the tub you pivot so your leg is inside it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Welp... here we go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hold your breath and grit your teeth.</span><br />OK ...don't think just do... -pant pant-<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Gripping the end of it tightly you waste no time and give it a yank out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A grunt followed by a sigh of pain escape your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hold it eye level examining it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was a smooth piece at least and came out relatively easy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But god damn it still hurt like a bitch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Reaching back towards a garbage can you drop it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The clank of it hitting the floor echos in the ornate bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sigh as you see the crimson blood flowing towards the drain from your leg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After turning on the shower, the hot water in the slightly too small cast iron tub begins to rinse the blood away on the tub floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; While the water heats up you disrobe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After the bathroom begins to steam, you let the warm water rinse the dry blood and filth away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's actually very refreshing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a quiet sigh you place one hand on the wall leaning against it, letting the water running off your body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel the disgust rinse off your skin as you stare down at the drain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The smells of Flash... the scent of sex that lingered in your nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All running down the drain.. just like your marriage... just like..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; .... Stop thinking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Grabbing several bottles in the shower, you pick what you assume is a body wash ( what are all these bottles for??) you lather your self up scrubbing extra hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Unconsciously trying to scrub the images from your mind as you scrape away at your skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Finishing up your shower you wrap a smaller towel around your leg so you don't trail blood in her home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Guess you owe her a new one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you walk out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your Jaw is still pretty open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That'll probably need stiches...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Towel clad you make your way down stairs to the waiting mares.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When you reach the bottom they both turn and look to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A blush catches both their cheeks as they stare at you in your towel for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Mild discomfort sets in as you notice the stares.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have changed in front of Rarity before during her shows and she never stops getting weird about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you never say anything about it of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even AJ, you worked on her farm with her day in and out in the beginning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There were plenty of times she would become clumsy and drop barrels of apples when she caught you working shirtless working up a sweat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Mostly you just assumed she was clumsy.</span><br />Umm.. c..clothes?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rarity stammers &quot; I, I, here. Clothes. &quot; She magics them towards you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A pair of blue jeans and a white t shirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Guess you're going commando.</span><br />Thanks, ....Are you alright? ... I don't look that bad do i?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your fingers trace your injuries.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; AJ quickly noticed she was staring and picks up a magazine to act like she's reading it. &quot; Yessireee! I uh Mean nosiree!&quot; She buries her head in the magazine.</span><br />Oh ok.. that's upside down by the way...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She fumbles with it to turn it right side up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You keep in good shape to model for Rarity's lines, but jeez.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You go to the other room to change and leave your injured leg pant leg rolled up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The mumbles in the other room can be heard slightly through the door.</span><br />[Other room]<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Darling you were staring&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;No ah wasn't, you were!&quot; The response is a shouting whisper</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You simply need to control yourself. I will say though that Twilight is one lucky~~~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Walking back in clothed they both sit up quickly and look over to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They begin trying to act normal again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; AJ pulls a chair out for you &quot; C'Mere and let us have a look.&quot;</span><br />I'm fine, it's just my leg and chin. I think I just lost a little bit to much blood is all.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh you poor poor thing...&quot; Rarity levatates some ointment on a cotton ball patting down the open wounds on your jaw.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Let's try a joke again to lighten the mood.</span><br />Ha... You think this is bad you should see the other. ..guy...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your voice died out at the end of that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Welp you're an idiot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Alright Anon.. if it was later in the day ah would have assumed maybe ya tied on one to many and got into a bar fight. But ah just seen ya not that long before this. Spill it, who did this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rarity was putting butterfly band aids on your jaw to keep your wound</span><br />closed while AJ spoke, intently listening.<br />Please don't make me. I would rather not...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Ya owe me at lease an explanation after what you just put me an Apple Bloom through...&quot; she says slightly impatiently. &quot; not ta mention me basically savin yer life.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wish she didn't...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Guess there's no way around it. ..</span><br />OK AJ... ok... some pegasus. . yellow coated blue mane fucker named Flash...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes were at the floor while the Meer mention of his name caused a fire to light in your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rarity blurts out unfiltered &quot; Flash Sentry?� Twilight's ex?..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She quickly covers her mouth with booth hooves as she gasps.</span><br /><br />Twilight's what?...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The tone in your voice expressed your confusion and anger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This was news to you, you don't recall any ex colt friends, or at least problems with any.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rarity seems to be choking on her words realizing that you didn't know about this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; AJ stares wide eyed at Rarity and back to you.</span><br />I'm going to ask you both one time...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You attempt to keep an all out outburst in check.</span><br />Tell me what you know about him... What is this ex nonsense.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Turning to Rarity she speaks through her covered mouth&quot; I..I.. well, what's to know darling?� Surely Twilight's mentioned him to you before?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Staring at her with a furrowed brow you shake your head slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You turn your attention to Apple Jack,� she's a terrible liar you should get something from her.</span><br />Well?...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Why sugar cube, if Twilight hasn't mentioned him to you ahm sure she has her reasons.&quot; She nervously states.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Squinting your eyes at her a little more you make your final request.</span><br />AJ... tell me what you know...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She glances from Rarity back to you. &quot; Well, ah , uh there's not much to tell.&quot;</span><br />AJ!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of the impact your fist makes when it hits the table top is sharp, your patience runs thin as you bark at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They both flinch and AJ appears to be sweating a little as her eyes dart left and right.� &quot;Ok, fine... &quot; she exhales and draws a deep breath to calm her self. &quot;Flash was Twilight's first real crush. She got him placed in the Canterlot Royal Guard as a fresh rookie graduate so she could be closer to him at the time. They just began officially dating, I'd say a few days before you got here.. This was all before you were in the picture Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;That shouldn't be anything to hold again Twilight dear.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; AJ nods in agreement.</span><br />Why did they split...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The tone in your voice forcefully controlled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; AJ speaks up again, &quot; Well,� long story short, because she began to take a liking to you Anon. Simply put. &gt; &quot;As far as ah know they just drifted apart and simply stopped talking. Twilight would put off alot of meetings and events in the name of learning about you. She would come and tell the group about what she 'uncovered' and how great you were. &quot; she air quotes with her hoofs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rarity contributes, &quot; She was so excited when she was spending time with you, it was so sweet. Much more excited than I have ever seen her act about Flash. I had to tell her that she needs to be careful how much she hangs around you so she doesn't come off as looking desperate. The panic on her face! &quot; She giggled recalling, now imitating Twilight &quot; I'm not desperate. Am i? I - I'm simply spending time with someone I enjoy being around.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rarity continues on trying to divert the topic but you shut her babbling out as you began to physically ache at the story of he much she liked you, how much she loved you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The words of encouragement are like daggers in your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You understand they mean well and that they're probably trying to comfort you from some jealousy you may be feeling learning about her ex in this manner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But they don't know, they don't understand that they're making it worse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Honestly you don't care that she had relationships before you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How could you? They were before you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What keeps nagging you now is this was a prior relationship, that just ruined your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If it wasn't a big deal why was it hidden from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why can't you shake the feeling that secrets were being held from you now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stand up cutting her off, using the table infront of you for support.</span><br />Well, I guess that liking, that love, was just a phase.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes don't make contact with either pony as you say this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rarity and AJ look at eachother a little lost by that statement,� then to you for further clarification.</span><br />Yes, I fought Flash. I beat him within an inch of his life.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Silence sets in for a few seconds both mares seem to shift uncomfortably.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;w-why Anon?&quot; AJ asks trying desperately to find out the reasoning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look to her, your features cold, and you prepare yourself to say what you did not want to even think.</span><br />...I caught my wife having sex with Flash. I followed her to his house... watched her sneak in, and caught them.. in the act...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sinking sensation returns to your own stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rarity and AJ are wide eyed and speechless,� their jaws could almost reach the floor as they simultaneously gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rancor builds inside of you as the memory of their embrace, the passion your wife was sharing with another colt, comes to the forefront of your mind.</span><br />I need to go... Thanks for your help...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your voice was solemn</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After standing you begin to walk for the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are stopped by Rarity's hoof to your arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She pulls you back in wrapping her forelegs around you in a tight hug. &quot;Darling I am so sorry..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; AJ begins to hug you from the other side as well her cheek pushes into your back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The embrace lasts for almost a minute as their concern and tenderness towards you brings you back down a little bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rarity pulls away keeping her hooves on you and states in a voice almost demanding, &quot; It's getting late, you should stay here for the night since I'm sure you don't want to go back home this moment. I can set you up on the couch and make sure you're well looked after until at least tomorrow. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; AJ nods in agreement.� &quot;Ya know our doors are always open for ya as well.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Guilt sets over you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In your calmed state you realize in retrospect that you were a little harsh with your friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You would definitely need to make it up to them somehow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Going to pat Rarity on the head she pulls back slightly &quot; Ah ah, no touch-e the mane-e! I JUST got it done todaayy&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The mild whine she puts in her voice cracks the hard surface you put up and makes you laugh a little.</span><br />I must say you do look fffabulous.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You scratch behind her ear quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She smiles and trots off to set up your couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking the second you have with AJ you try to apologize.</span><br />Listen, AJ. I just want to say I'm sorry for losing my temper like that. I~&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Sugar cube stop right there, you got nothing in the world to apologize for. So ah don't wanna hear another word about it.&quot; She playfully jabs your leg with a hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hiding your wince still feeling some pain, you smile at her and quietly nod. &gt;&quot;Ahm mighty sorry for asking this so soon, but what are you going to do now?&quot; Her voice full of concern.</span><br />Well... first I'm going to sleep.. then I guess I'll come up with a battle plan tomorrow. I could sure use that drink with Big Mac really soon now.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your last sentence is spoken with a soft forced smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Ahm sure you could. Get some shut eye then hun.&quot; She wraps her forelegs around you again for a hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say your good night's as you head over to the couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's set up with a blanket a pillow and a glass of water on the coffee table next to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A bottle of some sort of pain killers are next to the glass as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pop 2 and wash it down with the water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Turning to the couch you drop forward and face plant onto the pillow letting out a long sigh...</span><br />What a day...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say to your self in the dark room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rarity shouts from upstairs &quot; Anon dearie let me know if you need anything else! Goodnight! &quot;</span><br />Ok thanks! Nite!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rolling on to your side you threw the blanket over you and tucked the pillow under your head begging sleep to take you soon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The moon was making its way slowly but surly over the tree lined horizon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Dark blues and purples colored the night sky as the silvery moonlight gradually illuminated the town.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Flurries still danced their way down from some grey clouds towards the frozen earth further dusting it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your body begins to relax as your wish is granted and sleep puts it's hold on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Welcome back Anon, We have been waiting for you&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Laying back on the soft earth your eyes affix to the deep blue sky, stars blink and twinkle and the moon hangs high in the darkness again gently illuminating the scenery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A gentle breeze caresses your face as you sit up focusing back on familiar landscape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The breezes make waves in the grass and the branches and leaves rustle quietly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna is sitting next to you again smiling slightly as she watches you acclimate.</span><br />I like it here..<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say quietly taking the scenery in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We enjoy your company here&quot; she says as she turns her gaze towards the scenery as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The short silence between you is filled by random cricket chirps out in the distance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; An occasional green fire fly blink lights the darker areas of the scenery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The silence never turns awkward or uncomfortable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In fact it's completely relaxing, and soothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're willing to bet this is Luna's magic controlling your dreams, but you can't complain,� it's so serene, so relaxing.</span><br />Luna..<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks over to you, her teal eyes sparkling reflecting from the stars.</span><br />Why do you care so much... What I mean is, why does my happiness mean anything to you.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You turn to her after you finish your question, meeting her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her warm comforting smile returns &quot; We relate to you, empathize with you. We know that you do not need to be isolated on the moon to feel alone. You can be around many others who smile and speak to you and still feel just as alone. Or be next to one, barely saying a word, and have all the company you could ever ask for.&quot; Her smile can be seen in her eyes now. &quot; We do not feel alone when we are around you Anon. We hope that in the least, we can provide the same feeling for you.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her response, although not entirely answering you, still moved you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel a warmth overcome your body and feel your cheeks redden slightly as you as your internal guard drops.</span><br />I don't feel alone right now Luna.. Being here feels right, better than anything else I can imagine right now. I didn't want to leave it before, and I don't want to now. Thank you.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Leaning over your lips met her cheek for a gentle kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her cheeks become a shade of red darker as she looks down. &quot;Anon, you flatter us.&quot;</span><br />No I sincerely thank you. I don't know what I would have done by now if I didn't have this.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She was right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You felt utterly alone despite your friends help.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Everything felt tainted that was connected to Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you can't shake the feeling that Luna actually cares for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This provides you comfort in the idea that she will be there for you should you need her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some pony to depend on generally outside of Twilight's influence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Assuming she's actually with you and your not completely dreaming this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have yet to distinguish this yet.</span><br />Luna I assume this is a dream, correct?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; You would assume correct dear Anonymous.&quot;</span><br />S.so... how do I know I'm not dreaming you up as well?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Hmm- A troublesome question indeed. How would you know?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She raises a hoof to her chin pretending to act like she's deep in thought.</span><br />I'm serious!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile, embarrassed</span><br />How do I know I'm not losing my mind and you're actually here?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Do you think us to be real?&quot; She teasingly asks</span><br />I sure hope so<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You poke her side a few times to confirm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She jumps slightly and giggles ticklishly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Then what else does it matter if you believe it to be true?&quot; She says after coming down from her giggling.</span><br />Well, it sure would be awkward to see you in 'real life' and I mention this to the real you. Ya know.. and if it's not.. really you.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You appear visibly confused trying to explain it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She chuckles at you again amused by your attempts to explain. &quot; Your reality is what you make it Anon. Dreaming or awake. We shall speak soon my dear Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She begins to lean towards you eyes lightly closed and lips softly pursed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her cheek grazes yours gently, her soft hair caressing your skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her lips press against your cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You softly gasp as your eyes open and find yourself laying on your side... with a blanket over you.. and a pillow tucked under your head..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's still dark outside.. the purple and deep blue hue still hang in the air, being invaded by a dim orange on the tree lined horizon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes stare out the window at the yellow and orange chasing away your deep blue and purple hues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The cresent moon retreated giving way for the bright firey sun to make its way to the line of the horizon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The night was gone.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your care free weightlessness faded as reality anchored you back down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Paralysis grips you, and you continue to stare out of the window as your mind begins over working.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If you could stay in that dream you would...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Where will you go now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What will you do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Against your own will you sit up and stretch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't stay with Rarity forever and you can't hide from these decisions forever either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ... but you also don't have to rush, you try to convince yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe you'll have that drink with Big Mac you've been promising, you know you could use a few anyway and he was always a good listener.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You rub your groggy face and begin to fold the blanket neatly on to the couch placing the pillow on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of your stomach grumbling fills the room, maybe you should have some breakfast before you make any decisions on the direction of your broken life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before putting your shoes back on you quietly tip toe towards the front door and exit without a sound, not wanting to wake Rarity</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She loved her beauty sleep, and you did not want to face the wrath of the fashonista's disturbed slumber.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe you'll bring her back some breakfast as a thank you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wander into town for your meal.</span><br />---<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Open mouth snoring snuggled under a heavy warm blanket, with a frilly pink and yellow sleep mask covering your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A knock at the door stirs you as you mumble groggily to no one &quot;Oh Trenderhoof... 10 more minutes dear. -snore-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Several more raps at the door stirs you almost waking you &quot;Trreennddeerhhooooff.... we have all day for you to write about..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The door creeking open can be heard followed by a familiar voice &quot; Rarity are you home?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sit up snapping out of your sleep, frilly mask still on with a deep gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That's Twilight's voice you internally panic remembering you left Anon sleeping downstairs.�</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You fall out of bed, not being able to see where you're going, your sleep mask still shrouding your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rising to your hooves quickly you flip the mask up and pace nervously in place thinking of what to do, still in your pink robe and fore hoof slipers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Anon is still downstairs he might still be asleep, oh my gosh what is Twilight going to say, what is Anon going to dooo' you think to yourself</span><br />Umm Umm Tw - Twilight dear is that you?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The voice calls back up, &quot; Ya I hope you don't mind I let myself in.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Think think</span><br />Of course not darling, I jjuusstt woke up please just give me oonee minute, just go to the kitchen. Help yourself to anything at all.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Alright. &quot; you hear the hoof steps heading in that direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fixing yourself up quickly,� because you simply must look fabulous even in times of stress, you head down to the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Turning the corner you notice Twilight being slightly nosey, out of boredom you suppose, as she's about to turn the corner to the living room where you set up your dear friend Anon.</span><br />What are you doing?!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your voice accidentally accusatory,� causes her to twitch and turn to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; N-nothing?... &quot; she raises an eyebrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You let out a nervous laugh &quot; What brings you here so early TTWWII? &quot; Your smile is big but almost uncomfortable</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Trying to annunciate her name to notify Anonymous that she is here, you also slide out a chair loudly hopefully catching his attention if he's sleeping.</span><br />Sit sit<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Gesturing towards the kitchen table chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight moves to the chair mildly suspicious of your behavior. &quot;Are you ok Rarity? You're acting strange. &quot;</span><br />I'm finnee darling, its just early is all, how about you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Actually looking at her now you realize she looks terrible, her mane disheveled and tired looking reddish eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You know why but you can't let her know that, or that you sheltered Anon.</span><br />Darling,� you look terrible what's wrong?..<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Putting on a half acting half actually curious face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight looks at the table and hoofs at a napkin on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In an uneasy tone she says &quot; Umm... Anon and i... got into a.. disagreement. &quot; she is avoiding eye contact.</span><br />A fight? About what hun?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You catch yourself glancing to the living room entrance and hope he doesn't come out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I'd rather not say right now, but it was a mistake I shouldn't have made...&quot; sadness overcomes her face. &gt; Slightly offended that she didn't tell you the entire truth you continue.</span><br />Well... I'm sure it can't be that bad dear. We all make mistakes. What are you going to do?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks up tears brimming but not overflowing &quot;It was bad Rare... it was.. I don't want to dump my problems on you. I just wanted to know if you've seen him. He never came home and I'm scared.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hoboy...</span><br />I. . I haven't Twi.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You do your best to hide your guilt looking down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She let's out a dismayed &quot;oh...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; While doing this, and because your mind is reeling trying to formulate a plan, you failed to notice her get up and head to the living room.</span><br />Twi-Twilight where are you... Twiii?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I need a blanket I'm cold. &quot; she says head down, walking through the entrance to the living room.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hop off your chair, and scurry over to her.</span><br />Let me, i-i'll get it for you!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Beginning to brace yourself for the inevitable as she approaches the couch you begin to say,</span><br />Twilight. . I'm so sorry...i...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight reaches the couch and stops.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; It's not your fault Rare...&quot; She magics up the blanket and drops it over her shoulders hopping onto the couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Arching an eyebrow you trot to the couch and see he's gone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Letting out an internal sigh of relief you hop up next to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart tenses again in your chest as you realize Twilight is almost sitting next to what you believe to be a bloody rag that Anon had on his leg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Both scared of the idea of her finding of it and disgusted by the blood you decide you need to make it dissappear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Quietly you attempt to magic it up behind her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; He was so... upset... I need to find him soon to at least make sure he's okay.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her sudden speech made you drop the rag just behind the couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not really paying attention to what she said you just respond.</span><br />Oh, yes I agree.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wear a nervous smile waiting to see if your response worked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She wraps the blanket around her a little tighter almost snuggling into it. &quot;It's only been a day but I miss him already. I feel like I can still smell his scent.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Keeping your composure at the remark, and glancing at the blanket he just used you reply,</span><br />I'm sure everything is going to be ok Twilight. After all you said you just had an argument right? I'm sure everything will straighten it's self out.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight looks out the window &quot; Yea... just an argument. .. you're right..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You examine her, she really does look like she's in bad shape, as she slouched looking out of your window. Twi why don't you try to get some sleep and relax. Worrying yourself to death won't fix anything for the time being.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her tired eyes look to you, &quot; I-i can't sleep. &quot;</span><br />Well you need to try darling.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say trying to adjust her disheveled mane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I cant... I&quot; she pauses &quot; I guess I'm just to worried about him. &quot; the second part not sounding very convincing for some reason...</span><br />Oh come here dear..<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wrap her up in a comforting hug, though you don't understand why she won't tell you what really happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her sniffles can be heard as she appears to be holding back tears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Time passes as you coo her and tell her it will be ok.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are internally upset that she's withholding the actual reason of his disappearance, but at the same time want to comfort your friend.</span><br />Darling,� are you sure there's nothing else you want to tell me? You seem awfully upset over just an argument.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight has her face stuffed into your shoulder, and for whatever reason this makes her cry a little harder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She still stifles a &quot;n-no... nothing else I want to -sob- tell anyone&quot;</span><br />There there...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You rub her back, understanding but still upset.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A few hours have passed and you are full from a hardy breakfast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The bright wintery sun is out full force today, causing you to occasionally visor your eyes with your banged up skin raked hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Breakfast was a good idea,� you feel stronger and more alert already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Proteins are harder to come by here but you were still able to find egg dishes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They were still uncomfortable with the idea that you were a meat eater, which was difficult for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hold a little white paper bag of pastries and bagels you picked up for Rarity, labeled with a &quot; Thank You&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It swings in your hand as you head back to her house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's the least you could do for the time being.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She truly was a generous pony, having offered you to stay and be taken care of on such short notice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile and laugh a little recalling her face when AJ was helping you walk to her house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The way she squinted her eyes and forced a grit toothed smile, clearly disturbed by your physical condition.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sighing lightly after your little solo laugh her house comes into view as you turn the corner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Approaching the front door you raise your hand to the door knob.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Going to turn it, you realize it won't give, it's locked?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your pretty sure you didn't do that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You knock on the door a few times and try listening for anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...You can hear voices, but not clearly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Putting your ear closer to the door you try to listen, a voice gets closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lean over peering through the curtains, hopefully your not disturbing her with a colt friend or someth...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Getting a partial look into the living room, your brain freezes as you see purple wrapped in a blanket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A flashback of you peering through the window when you discovered your wife's secret, rocks you to the core.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All you can see is the betrayal happening, her voice begging for more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel your heart tense and it becomes almost difficult to breathe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Mixed emotions of hate rage and saddeness flood you as you freeze at the door...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are rarara</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Comforting Twilight is becoming harder than you thought, but you keep it up as genuinely as possible. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After all, she still is your friend, even if she did make a huge mistake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A huge mistake that devastated your other close friend and model, Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Also biting your tongue about how much she's lying to you is chipping away at any sympathy you do actually have.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'How could she gamble a catch like Anon, for a fling' you think to your self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She must have a reason.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe not a good one, but one none the less.</span><br />Darling,<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say pulling her away from your shoulder gently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her red puffy eyes look up to you, while trying to hide how pathetic she looks.</span><br />Do you need anything? Food? Water?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight shakes her head wiping her eyes. &quot; n.no thank you. I should be going anyway.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of your front door knob turning catches your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You keep your composure as you internally freak out ' sweet Celestia, �what if Anonymous is back'</span><br />Nonsense darling let me get you some water at least.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Knocks from the door are heard loud and clear as you both turn in that direction</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight must have locked it when she came in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You silently thank her O.C.D</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It's ok, it sounds like you have company anyway. I appreciate you just listening to me. I really needed it.&quot; She says as she adjusts her mane and wipes her eyes a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking from the door to her you need to think quick, Twilight is starting to fold the blanket she had wrapped around her.</span><br />Breakfast! We, we.. should have breakfast! �<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; That sounds nice, what day did you have in...&quot; You cut her off</span><br />Today! Now! �S.so don't go anywhere let me see who's at the door, it's probably a material shipment anyway and we can be off!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't let her respond as you dart to the front door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Half way there you shout back</span><br />Just give me a minute TWI.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You annunciate her name again to be heard just in case.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'I can't take this much longerrr, I'm going to get wwrriinnkklleess' you say internally to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Approaching the door you peek back to make sure she's not looking. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Opening the door slowly you begin to peek through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nothing? �You open the door more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Who's there Rare?&quot; Twilight asks walking in, making you jump.</span><br />EEE!... -sigh- Twi I told you to stay in the living room, �this could be for business I don't want to bore you with that!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She arcs an eyebrow &quot; Are you sure you're ok? You're acting strange. Maybe you need more sleep too. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You laugh nervously again.</span><br />Ah haha, Maybe I do darling. �<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Shrugging you off she walks back into the living room. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This time your certain she's not going to sneak up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Cracking the door open you poke your head out looking around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nobody? �You're sure you heard the knock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look down and see a small white paper bag on the floor, on its side.. facing you labeled &quot; Thank You.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart simply aches for him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He must have found out she was here and left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a look of slight sadness and disappointment you grab the bag and hide it in the kitchen. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It actually begins to register to you the magnitude of his devastation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How much he was unable to face her in this moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't keep the act up anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Walking back into the living room you say to Twilight, with a sense of dryness,</span><br />Dear I'm going to need a rain check on that breakfast I'm beginning to not feel well.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; um&quot; She seems slightly uncomfortable with your demeanor change &quot; ya, ok sure. No problem&quot; she rubs her foreleg with her opposite hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Escorting her to the door she begins to thank you again. &quot; I really appreciate you listening and your shoulder to lean on Rare. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a weak smile you nod,</span><br />�Anytime dear.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel like slamming the door in her face but you politely wait until she turns to leave to softly close the door. &gt; Grabbing the hidden bag, you walk to the table and open its contents.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some of your favorite bagels and pastries from Sugar Cube fall out to the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Smiling to your self picking up a croissant from the table you speak to no one</span><br />You're welcome Anonymous...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your legs have carried you away from the place of your treacherous wife, faster than you knew possible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Slowing down to a walking speed you begin to come down from your tornado of emotions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As you collect yourself taking deep breaths, you also realize you dropped Rarity's bag.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Oh well, you can always get another.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your not ready to go back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your not ready to see Twilight, and not even sure if you want to ever again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why was she there anyway?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Is she looking for you?</span><br />Yet she doesn't take one step outside after me at his house....<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say thinking out loud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Accidentally,� you begin to work your self back up.</span><br />Why look for me now. Why would you think I even want you in my sight...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Staring down at the ground you are on the outskirts of town walking into openness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No pony is around you as far as you can tell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before you know it you're beginning to talk aloud to your self.</span><br />Don't bother looking for me. You might as well stay with him..<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking over your shoulder towards the direction you just came from, something begins to burn inside you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Images and sounds plague your memory.</span><br />They're going to take me away from you huh?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your voice becoming darker.. deeper with a growl</span><br />YOU took me away from you Twilight. .. YOU!.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your body turns completely towards the way you came as your screaming now.</span><br />I HATE YOU TWILIGHT SPARKLE. YOU DID THIS TO YOUR SELF! YOU RUINED THIS, YOU BETRAYED MY LOVE!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes are stinging red, as you gesture your hands in a pointing motion towards town while you scream.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The silence after your screaming almost echos in your ears, as they begin to ring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The thumping in your chest is heavy and your breaths deep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ' Of course it's her fault... you were nothing but good to her... ' a deep whisper like voice echos in you head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That's right it... Is this your own thoughts?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; I mean you definitely think that but...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You shake it off as you adjust yourself and control your breathing again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You also shake off the overwhelming loneliness feeling that was creeping into you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Needing a distraction you decide it's time to head to Sweet Apple Acres.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It should be a nice family like greeting that would be very welcome right about now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A decent stress relieving walk brings you to the boundaries of Sweet Apple Acres.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking in a lung full of sweet air the orchard emanates, you smile lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This place is the closest thing you have to a real home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The main house catches your view as you begin making your way over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You snatch a fresh red apple from a tree as you walk, polishing it on your shirt as you make your way over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking a bite from it, you realize how much you miss this place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The crunch is loud and the juice plentiful, absolutely delecious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A few more bites and you drop it.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They never mind, the seeds will make a tree hopefully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You spy an elderly green coated white maned mare on a rocking chair on the porch dozing off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Smiling you approach her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You loved her, she reminded you of a grandmother figure that you vaguely remember from your past.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sight of her warms your heart, like returning home after a long time away, quelling your homesickness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Walking up to her you lean near her and let out a ,</span><br />Ppsstt. You have a visitorrrr.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Leaning back in her rocker, slightly confused waking up &quot; wha who where nnooww? AANNOONN!&quot; She states loudly and excitedly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You display a whole hearted cheeky smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Ohh my boy!&quot; She wraps her front hooves over your shoulder and plants a big grand ma -e kiss on your cheek.</span><br />Hi Granny Smith!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You return her hug and kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh my boy, it's felt like ages since ah seen ya!&quot; She holds on to you with her front hooves, legs distance examining you &quot; Have you been eatin'? You look skinny son!&quot;</span><br />Yes ma'am I have.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes still glow with youth and happiness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Where's Twilight sweetie? She didn't come with ya?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You maintain your smile understanding her not knowing anything,� but it still stings.</span><br />She's busy today Granny. I just wanted to stop by and say hi to everyone.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Ohh, well I'm glad you did sweetness! Ah hope you're staying for dinner!&quot; She pokes at your stomach</span><br />Of course I will, if you'd have me.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Sweetheart, your family,� you're always welcome here! &quot;</span><br />Thank you kindly Granny.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She knows just how to melt your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You catch up with her on the porch for a little bit about what you have missed since you have been away when AJ strolls out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Howdy Anon! How ya feeling? &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Whaddya mean how's he feeling? Was something wrong Anon?&quot;� Granny Smith turns to you inquisitivly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Oh sweet Celestia don't let her get her lie detection going.</span><br />Oh, I just had a cold is all Granny. Nothing to worry about. Right AJ?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stare at her with a 'don't you dare mention anything' face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your business with Twilight was nothing you wanted your dear Granny Smith worrying about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Y - ya that's what I meant. Are ya feeling better from that?&quot; She has the worst poker face you have ever seen.</span><br />Yes I am AJ. Thanks...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Granny Smith arcs an eyebrow at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before she can get a word out you ask her,</span><br />Hey is Big Mac around? I haven't seen him in a while either.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Granny replies &quot; Ya he's out there somewhere. Let me get started on dinner then while you find him. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She rocks her self foward out of the chair as you instinctively help her.</span><br />OK let me know if you need anything<br /><span class="co4">&gt; AJ volunteers, &quot; Ah'll give ya a hoof Granny.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They both turn to go in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before AJ goes in she mouths to you 'ahm sorry'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Moments later after navigating the familiar layout you find Big Mac in the barn loading apples to be used for infusion of the Apple Jackdaniels. [Think Fireball, only apuls instead of cinnamon]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He drops the two containers he was balancing over his shoulders with a ground shaking thud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His strength always impressed you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You would probably have a hard time with just one of those containers.</span><br />Looks like you're having a hard time with that big guy, time to hit the gym. You're getting weak!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He turns to you, &quot; Anon! &quot; he let's out in his deep bass voice.</span><br />Yessir!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You walk over to him and give him a fake punch to the shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He does the same to you, but his fake punch knocks you a few feet back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He let's out a laugh as you stumble.</span><br />Really funny. So I was thinking we grab a few drinks tonight, around here, a bar, a club I don't care, and catch up. Granny is already making dinner so after that I guess. You down?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Eeyup. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He was a stallion of many words.</span><br />Awesome can't wait. How's things been around here? It's the slow season so I'm going to assume slow.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Eeyup. &quot; He nods agreeing</span><br />Still making the cider and Apple Jackdaniels? I love that stuff, it's been a while.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He takes a few steps towards a� stack of wooden barrels stacked on their sides.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He taps it with his hoof, with a proud expression, &quot; Eeyup! &quot;</span><br />Ah yyeeaahh!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You both look like excited children that got new toys to play with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The genuine happiness you feel begins to become tainted as you begin to wonder how much he knows about the incident with Flash and your wife.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Might as well get it out of the way now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With your smile fading a little you ask him</span><br />So uh, did uh.. AJ tell you anything that happened?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Eeyupp... &quot; his tone emits a sympathy to it as he said it a little slower than the other times.</span><br />Ya...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You rub the back of your head.</span><br />I don't know what I'm supposed to do now Big Mac. I don't even want to think about it to be honest.�I figured,� let me come here,� to the closest thing I have to a real home and deal with it later... I think she's looking for me too. I ended up running away. I'm not interested in anything she has to say.. I'm not being unreasonable right?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Nnope.&quot; His bass voice confirms</span><br />I didn't think so.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; A short silence fills the barn as you catch yourself reflecting on your decisions up to this point.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your buddy Big Mac poured you a small glass Apple Jackdaniels while you were lost in reflection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He bumps you with the glass, offering it to you, bringing you back down to reality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look from him to the glass and accept it with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The small gesture was warming to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He really was a bro, you needed to come more often.</span><br />Thanks Big Mac..<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He let's out a small sigh resting his hooves from a long days work, as he sits down across from you on on a hay bail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a smile he clinks his glass to yours &quot;Eeyup.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The both of you continue to catch up in the barn, sitting on hay bails.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The occasional sound of laughter booms from the barn as you both share stories.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You needed this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sun has moved past it's high point for the day, as the sky is painted with yellows ambers and oranges.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your conversation never let's up though, that is until the sound of a ringing triangle pinging and echoing loudly signals that your dinner is ready.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Exiting the barn, still laughing and smiling, you both make your way to the house and inside to the dinner table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Now it's like a family reunion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sit at a table with Big Mac,� Granny Smith and Apple Bloom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It smells amazing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your stomach rumbles in anticipation as the smells of a vegetarian like Thanksgiving enter your nose.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You also spy the apple treats that await for dessert, fritters, pies, candy apples etc.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The feeling of warmth, of family, of love washes away any lingering negativity you have in the back of your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Dinner time was always a production for the Apple family,� but this felt different.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It felt like a celebration of a family coming together again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Before we start, now that we're all here, I just want to thank you again for coming Anon. We've all missed you son. I feel like the Apple family is whole again when you're here.&quot; Granny Smith says in her slightly shaking elderly voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Eeyup. &quot; Big Mac says agreeing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Eeyup! &quot; Apple Bloom emulates Big Mac in her higher pitched voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Laughing to her self AJ agrees emulating her siblings &quot;Eeyup! I told ya they missed ya Anon. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You almost feel like you have to hold back tears of happiness.</span><br />You're my family, I've missed you guys to. I promise not to stay away as long as I have. Thank you for this amazing meal so last minute too. Whaddya say let's dig in!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The table let's out a small cheer in agreement and they all begin to eat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The conversation is loud and full of life as everyone digs in, laughing and smiling telling their own memories and stories.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Bloom is talking with her mouth full explaining her latest CMC plans &quot; So we need a bunch of shovels -chomp- and we're going to make a moat around -chomp- tha tree house!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; AJ sighs &quot;Apple Bloom! Eat, or talk. Pick one! Yer spittin yer food more than yer eatin it!&quot; She wipes her face off with a napkin, her motherly protective instincts kicking in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Bloom flails her front hooves,� embarrassed of her big sister babying her. &quot;Staaaaahp!&quot; She whines.</span><br />Well you do know the food works better when you eat it not wear it right?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Bloom shoots you a squinty glare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You laugh to your self turning to Big Mac.</span><br />So you decide where to go tonight?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Eeyup. &quot;</span><br />Awesome can't wait.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Knowing him it'll be a small quiet pub with good food.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The dinner wraps up, and you helped yourself to some apple pie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You know Granny Smith wouldn't let you leave without having something anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; God that was a good dinner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart was as full as your stomach as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sitting on the front porch waiting for Big Mac to get ready, AJ comes out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile warmly to her.</span><br />Thank you AJ. I needed you guys more than you know.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She sits next to you.� &quot; No need to thank me sugar cube. We all really do miss you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She tips her hat back a little. &quot;Did Big Mac tell ya where you're going? &quot;</span><br />Nnnope.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She smiles. &quot;Ah think you'll like it. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Arching an eyebrow you ask</span><br />Are you coming with us?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Nosiree,� have a guys night out. Also Anon, you're welcome to stay here as long as you need. At least for the night, and ah don't want you getting into any more fights either.&quot;</span><br />Yes mother...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pull the front of her hat over her eyes playing around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She fixes it and gives you ask pretend angry glare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Smiling back at her you bring her in for a hug.</span><br />Thanks AJ.�<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She jabs your shoulder. &quot;Don't mention it.� &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac comes out to the porch and holy... Jesus he's dressed to go out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His mane is combed clean, and is that... hair product holding it neat?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He's also wearing a light brown jacket and white undershirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pony fashion sense still confused you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's ok to walk around naked, but ... whatever your not going to break it down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Besides he looks excited, you won't say anything.�</span><br />Looking sharp there killer!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You go to mess his mane up and he pulls back with a &quot; Nnope&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; AJ and you laugh while he adjusts himself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Big Mac you didn't tell him yet?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Nnope&quot; he says with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Well it turns out that a certain DJ is playing tonight at a club not far here.&quot;</span><br />A certain DJ<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;One of your favorites&quot; she smiles</span><br />N-nooo wwayyy...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon and you're going to get to see Vinyl Scratch DJ Pon3 play.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Alot of ponies should be there it should be fun!&quot; AJ says, excited for you.</span><br />Thank you guys so much! Let's get going I can't wait!<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You and Big Mac head off to the party.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This is the day you needed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you are one miserable mare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sit locked in your dimly lit room, in the silence over thinking and over analyzing every thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'This was an acceptable practice in early canterlot days so how wrong am I really... a.a and he shouldn't have been spying on me either...'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Waves of guilt wash over you for even trying to justify your self with what you knew to be weak nonsense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You both had plenty of discussions of what a marriage entailed and what was expected.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It wasn't very different from the standards of Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The big one being divorce was hardly a word to be spoken here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You haven't slept much in days now for fear of the shame Luna will haunt you with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; To replay the devastation in Anons face when he found out what you have done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; To see his face discovering the trust you have broken and love you betrayed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your mane still disheveled, eyes red and exhausted, all cried out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; One tear still manages to roll from your eye down your cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There's no argument you deserve it though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You deserve whatever pain is brought to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you'll gladly accept any punishment if it'll bring Anon back to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The damage you caused may be irreparable but you need to try.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your moment.... moments... of weakness can surly be explained.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon has always been a reasonable sort of being.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't love Flash, not anymore anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He just got you in a moment of weakness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When you were vulnerable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He was always a smooth talker and this time--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A knock at the door breaks your self destructive train of thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Twi? &quot; is that Pinkie?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't bring your self to tell your friends what you have done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What will they think of you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're disgusted with your self and can only imagine what any pony else would think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking a second to compose yourself, you magic the door open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie pokes her head in, mildly deflated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She must have heard you cry, because she's not her usual bouncy spring in her step self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Hiya Twi, is everything ok? &quot; She says with a concerned face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Forcing a smile you reply, &quot; of course Pinkie. Everything is fine, I'm just a little upset over a little argument Anon and i... got into.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh, you've been in here for a while.&quot; She says while she looks around your messy room, books scattered about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You slide a gossip magazine with a caption entitled &quot; 50 ways to tell him you're sorry&quot; under your desk while she looks the other way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Y..yea. I've been busy. You know.. princess stuff..&quot; You nervously laugh and rub your fore leg looking down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Uh huh.&quot; She examines you catching on to your fishy behavior.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I know!&quot; She blurts out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You jump caught off guard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Rainbow is going to a concert thingy that the Wonderbolts are going to be at. Some DJ, Vinyl something too! It'll be fun we should go!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Vinyl Scratch?� That's Anon's favorite DJ.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A pain radiates in your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He loved all Vinyls music so much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Well?!&quot; Pinkie stares expectantly</span><br />Sure ok Pinkie. But I'm not staying late, I need to find Anon and tell him I'm sorry.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your brain forgot to filter that second part.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Okie Dokie Lokie! -squee- this is going to be SO MUCH FFUUNN&quot; She gets Pinkie loud at the end of the sentence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe this will help reset your head so you can focus on finding Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're not stupid, you knew he was at Rarity's at some point at least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You saw the glass of water and pain pills on her coffee table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You saw the bloody rag you almost sat on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's why you stopped before you grabbed the blanket... which smelled like Anon...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The thing is you can't be mad at her because you lied to her as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon probably begged her not to say anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Twi! Are you listening!?&quot; Pinkie says in her semi yelling Pinkie voice.</span><br />I'm sorry. What? I was.. thinking..<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She glares at you for a second,� &quot; I SSAAIIDD let's get you ready so we can go already!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't really want to but you go through the motions for her and begin to head out when you're done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Yyaayy ppaarrttyyy! DJ VINYL PATCH HERE WE COMEEE!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There's the Pinkie you know,� she's bouncing around with a spring sound to her steps.</span><br />It's Vinyl Scratch Pinkie.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Whateveerr!&quot; She still replies excited</span><br />****<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon and you are waiting on what feels like an endless line.</span><br />Come onnnn already<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You complain out loud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Leaning out to try to see the front of the line, you become discouraged at the lack of movement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The line wraps three corners of the building, but at least you're closer to the front.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Every pony in the area has to be here tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The excitement in the air is electric though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The Wonderbolts and Vinyl Scratch under one roof, unreal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel like a kid on Christmas waiting to open your first present.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Only your present is at the end of god forsaken line.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A cheer is heard from up front, accompanied by the flash of cameras.</span><br />There go the vip's I guess.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac nods &quot; Eeyup&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You cross your arms as a chilly breeze sweeps the side of the building.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take note of the scattered Royal� Guards keeping an eye on the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Probably to keep everything in order, there are alot of ponies in one spot', you think to your self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Still you feel slightly uneasy not knowing if you can trust them anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At the end of the day, you have Big Mac though which puts you at ease.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They would be insane to mess with him.</span><br />~~~<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you're beginning to regret this decision.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This is probably the last place you should be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No not probably,� it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What were you thinking,� you didn't want to disappoint Pinkie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The excitement around you doesn't even phase you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're here but your heart isn't into it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In fact your heart is broken, confused and scared right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Feelings of hopelessness, pain and regret still whirl through you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You just want to find Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You want to speak to him, you have no idea what to say but you do want to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At the very least find out if he's okay.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And tell him how sorr...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What is that sound???</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie is bouncing in place in excitement with a spring sound with every hop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Ooo Twilight you hear that? It sound like the VIP's are here! Maybe this LINE WILL START MOVINGGG!&quot; She yells at the direction of the front of the line.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The front of the line isn't visible to you since you got here late.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are a few turns back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Twi! Why don't you use your&quot; she elbows you a few times&quot; ssttaattuus, to get us up front!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You shake your head</span><br />You know better than that Pinkie, I don't like using my status for anything. I'm still just a regular pony like everyone else.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;No your not silly, you're a PPRRIINNCCEESSSS&quot; she says excitedly for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You cower a little not wanting the attention.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But it does draw a few stares.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You love her but sometimes her energy can be draining.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your scattered guards keep an eye on you and those that are now staring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You never liked them hovering over you, but you guess it comes with the territory.</span><br />~~~<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Big Mac [eeyup]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You truly feel the greatest sympathy for your good friend Anonymous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That you could put a smile on his face during his time of trial and pain by bringing him here, was reward enough for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're absolutely sure he would do the same for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're family. That's what family does.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This line is taking the steam out of things though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look above the crowd, Anon being the only one really taller than you, and notice some familiar ponies up front.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon notices this &quot; You recognize somepony? &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nod excitedly &quot;Eeyup&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nudge Anon to stay in line and head to the front where a bouncer about your height stands stoiclly with his glasses and ear piece.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He recognizes you almost immediately as his features betray the stoic look he was fronting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Big Mac?!&quot;</span><br />Eeyup!<br />~~~<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon peering over the sides of the ponies in line watching Big Mac converse with the bouncer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Boy they're chatting it up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking back you see the anxiety build in the fellow line goers, along with some angry stares at the possibility of you getting in before them.</span><br />Hoo boy.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You start hearing the mumbles &quot; He's going to get in before us just because he thinks he's a Prince&quot;�� &quot;He must think he's special&quot;��</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are certain you heard the word &quot; Beast&quot; one or two times as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The word deflates you some as you look over to Big Mac who's waving you up front.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Normally you would never do this but you don't want to be around a group that just called you a beast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As far as you knew you were mostly good with the ponies here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The atmosphere quickly makes you uncomfortable though, and the word beast stings as it links memories back to your thoughts.</span><br />I'm not a beast...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You grumble to yourself images of you almost killing Flash coming fourth.</span><br />I'm not...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You exit the line and make your way along the grumbling crowd to Big Mac, hands in your pockets looking slightly down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This is the exact thing you were trying to escape from.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You arrive and the bouncer opens the red rope allowing you both access with a smile, &quot; Prince Anonymous&quot; he nods.</span><br />Please don't call me that. Anon is fine bud.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Of course my apologies. Hey enjoy you guys, Big Mac good to see you buddy!&quot; The bouncer pats his shoulder as he passes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's show time at least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Entering through the threshold of boring lines to the party, is breath taking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The place is gigantic, you could get lost in here on the multiple floors and tiers that surround a center stage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The stage is finishing it's set up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Lights strobe and blink during its final testing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's already busy and vibrant with life and excitement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; First things first, you tap your friends shoulder and point to the bar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sit down at the bar, back to the entrance with your friend and order your drinks.</span><br />Thanks buddy,<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Eeyup&quot; you clink glasses and enjoy your first of many drinks of the night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The place is almost at capacity as you and Big Mac wait at the bar for the show to start,� sipping your drinks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As much as you would like to go up front, you were good at the bar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Chances are you would probably get stomped to death during the show.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You saw the Wonderbolts being crowded into a corner somewhere getting begged for signatures and photos.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're willing to bet Rainbow Dash is part of that onslaught.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You liked them but you were amped for Vinyl Scratch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your patience is rewarded as you notice the stage begin to liven up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The lights dim as you stand now in your spot at the bar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before the song starts the bartender gets your attention sliding you some sort of mixed looking drink. Oh, uh thanks but I didn't..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With out saying a word he points with a hoof to the the second tier.</span><br />Huh?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; It's on her. &quot; he says as he begins to walk away preparing the numerous other drinks at the crowded counter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Scanning the area of the second tier becomes difficult as the music starts to play the lights dim with light stobes and a fog machine kicking in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://youtu.be/iw4cM7xiq2o�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Vinyl Scratch takes the stage as you search for the buyer of your drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Vinyl takes her spot at her equipment with her signature glasses and light blue aura working the knobs and switches, balancing and preparing the incoming mixes in her head phones as she also takes the mic, &quot; Listen up!! Time is short, and I know you're listening so I'll make it quick.. There is more to sound than you can imagine a-and I want you to hear it all!&quot; She says excitedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You see a figure among the dim lights near the edge of the second tier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Vinyl continues,� &quot;So put down your phone, shut your friends up, and crank it to ELEVEN!&quot; She throws a hoof up as the song begins in a gentle trance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You know the song, and the lyrics are strangely relevant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The place erupts in cheers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The lights are brighter to accompany the beginning of the song helping you better see.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can see a long, flowing dark mane, teal eyes that almost glow on their own... Luna?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Vinyl supplements the recorded lyrics with her own on a mic, between the transition of song pace with a, &quot; I'll see you on the other side..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The song now kicks into full swing as the movement is alot quicker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna looks down from her tier with a barely visible smile as she slightly raises her drink to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You grab your and raise it back to her with a wide smile across your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Ahem, Sir Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You turn to see a Lunar Guard standing to your side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His dark purple and lavander armor distinctively different from a Royal Canterlot bright gold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not to mention gray coat, narrow slit pupils and bat like wings.</span><br />&quot;I uh, please. Anon is fine. How can I help you&quot; You talk loudly over the music.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Your company has been requested by Princess Luna Sir Anonymous.&quot; He repeats despite you advising otherwise.</span><br />&quot; Anon is fine.. &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You turn to Big Mac, he nods in approval.</span><br />&quot; Alright then &quot; you pick up your drink &quot; Lead the way.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The song continues on as your escorted to the awaiting Princess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Ignoring the stares and over heard comments you follow the Lunar Guard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;That's the monster that cut the line&quot; - &quot;The thing that Princess Twilight married?&quot; - &quot;I heard that he broke a Guard ponies wing for no reason&quot; - &quot;That's the beast&quot; The sentences barely audible among gossiping ponies as you walk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There's the word again...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This time it stopped you in your tracks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart tight in your chest as you turned to see where it came from, your couple drinks emboldened you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were unable to tell from exactly where but a group of them all looked shocked with wide open eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You suppose they didn't think you could hear them over the pounding music.</span><br />&quot;Is there something you would like to say? &quot; you raise your hands to the side as you yell over the song.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; They all look other directions either embarrassed or at a loss for words.</span><br />&quot;Please don't let this 'Prince' thing stop you. What exactly is it that I have done to you?&quot; Your voice is full of anger and frustration.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't notice since you're fixed on the ponies infront of you, but Luna is staring down at the scene.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac is also standing, towering over everypony, trying to see if he should come over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna's teal eyes go from a concerned look to you to a glare at her Lunar Guard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The Lunar Guard turns from Luna to the group and shoots them a look as well, slightly raising his bat like wings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Clearly intimidated by the Guards features, this causes the group to disperse slowly without a word.</span><br />&quot;What the hell did I ever do to these ponies... I thought I was on good terms here..&quot; You say to your self slightly deflated.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The Lunar Guard pony responds to you, &quot;Nothing Sir Anonymous, You're just different. Sometimes that's all it takes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Guess they have good hearing too, but the quick advice was rather profound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You assume due to the Guards appearance, they would know about being different as well.</span><br />&quot; Yeah..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nod to the Lunar Guard and continue to follow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Vinyl wraps up her song on the the mic as the music winds down ,&quot; Damn... you're still here?&quot; Slightly out of breath &quot; Well.. in that case... I'll see you on the other side..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As if on Cue from the music, you dissappear into the stairwell to go where Luna is,� following the Lunar Guard without any further interruption.</span><br />~~~<br />[ Go back approximately <span class="nu0">1</span>-<span class="nu0">2</span> mins]<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You finally made it in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you still don't care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your slightly disheveled appearance makes it pretty apparent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The music is blasting full swing, one of Anonymous favorite songs..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sight of ponies dancing.. happy.. enjoying the atmosphere is wasted on you in this moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking around you notice a couple of familiar faces, but not the one you're looking for, the one you want to find.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This would have been amazing to come to with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If you didn't destroy things that is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was always a little awkward dancing with him due to the height difference but fun each and every time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You would always get stares when he balanced you up on your rear hooves as he held your front ones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Or the way he would wrap your forelegs around his neck for a closer,� more intamate dance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His fingers would trace your withers, as your bodies swayed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Staring into each others eyes with a happy content smile, booping your nose with his own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You catch yourself smiling sheepishly, imagining Anon being here with you right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But reality drags you back down as you are bumped by a passing pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You heart absolutely aches as emptiness fills you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If you could take it all back you would.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hate yourself every moment for your own lack of proper decisions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie on the other hand looks ecstatic feeding off the energy in the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Let's get you a drink Twi,� that'll loosen you up!&quot; Pinkie begins to usher you to one of the several bars.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sighing lightly going along with it you sit up at the counter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A Pegasus next to you leans against you at the bar and says over the music, &quot;Hi, I feel like I've seen you before, why don't you let me buy you a drink and we can figure out how I know you!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His scent of cologne is obnoxious and his pick up line is terrible.�</span><br />&quot;Thats... That's quite alright.. thank you anyway.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Chalking up your disheveled appearance, the dim lighting with occasional strobes and his smell of alcohol to being unrecognized as a Princess, you understand as you decide to keep it polite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You still feel guilt grip you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why couldn't you just say this before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why couldn't it be this easy to turn Flash away when it actually mattered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie catches you beating yourself up. &quot;HERE!&quot; She slides a drink infront of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You really don't want it after revisiting how disgusting you really are...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The persistent pegasus continues, &quot; Come on now, you look like you could use a friend!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nausea fills you from his blatant advances.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In a harsh motion you move your bangs away slightly and point to the ring on your horn.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't always wear it but find you can't take it off now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's a simple thing that makes you still feel close to Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His physical symbol of love and devotion to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are mentally aware of the lost meaning behind it now, but emotionally,� it comforts you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie supplements your action &quot; And she has a friend already,� Me! TAKE A HIKE BUCKOOO!&quot; Cue Pinkie scream.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The Pegasus throws his hooves up and backs off.</span><br />&quot;Thank You Pinkie..&quot; you say dejectedly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Cheer up Twi&quot; she rubs your back a little</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You display a sad eyed weak smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Vinyl wraps up her song on the the mic as the music winds down ,&quot; Damn... you're still here?&quot; Slightly out of breath &quot; Well.. in that case... I'll see you on the other side..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hide your face behind the glass as you sip, the music felt to relevant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Yyeeaahhh! What's up every pony! I'm DJ Pon3 and I'll be the one responsible for keepin tha wubs flowin into your ears! Let's spin this shit!&quot; The excited white unicorn pumps up the crowd with her energetic speech as she plays her next song, her light blue aura switching things up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://youtu.be/qBRkCN5JnHI</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking another sip from your drink, your friend Pinkie is jumping and screaming with a 'Woooo!'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The build up for the song comes to a peak, and the vocal drops before the beat is introduced, &quot; Sometimes a lie... is easier to take.&quot; The flow of the song begins with a beat drop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your shoulders drop as you hide behind your drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie looks back down at you as she basically stands on her seat, watching you study the ice in your drink slumped foward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel bad but you just can't get into it, everything you see reminds you of your faults and reignites your guilt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It hasn't been terribly long but you feel as if as piece is missing from you, and you have no one to blame but your self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Oh look! Isn't that Big Mac?&quot; She points in his direction excitedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He's standing tall clearing the height of most, looking at.. something, concern written all over his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try to look in the direction he is, but you're not as tall and the crowd blocks most of the end of what looks to have been a comotion.</span><br />&quot; Huh I wonder what happened..&quot; You say only mildly caring.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie springs up and drags you from your seat, &quot; Let's find out!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She really is trying to get some kind of emotion out of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The crowd is thick but she's able to spring by most effortlessly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You see Big Mac relax back down at the bar he's at, picking up his glass having a drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie is far ahead of you at this point as she reaches him first but you can hear her booming &quot; HIIIEE!&quot;</span><br />~~~<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Big Mac</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart stops beating as somepony just screamed in your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Turning quickly you see Pinkie bouncing in place like her usual energetic self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Sorry did I scare you? &quot; Her smile is wide.</span><br />&quot; Nnope.&quot; you pick up your drink sipping it, collecting your self.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You go to open your mouth to ask Pinkie how she's doing, but as you go to speak, Twilight Sparkle enters your vision, closing the distance between you both.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel a lump form in your throat as you silently panic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie seeing something wrong in your wide eyes asks, &quot; You ok there?&quot;</span><br />&quot; E..e...eeyup&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie looks back to Twilight then you, &quot; What is wrong with every pony today!?!?&quot;� She let's out a frustrated holler.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'She doesn't know' you think to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sweet Celestia you can not let your brother Anon see her and she can't know he's here either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What could you possibly say to diffuse the tense situation before it blows up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This is going to be difficult.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'plan your next words carefully Big Mac' silently coaching yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight finally approaches,� wow she looks like she's in bad shape, &quot;Hi Big Mac,� you're here alone?&quot; She looks around for any pony else she knows.</span><br />&quot; Eeeeyup!&quot; You finish your drink and usher them to the bar you're at with their backs to the direction Anon went, signaling for a new round for everyone<br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Nailed it.' you silently think to yourself.</span><br />~~~<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't know exactly what you're doing but you need to keep this distraction going.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This name calling thing is getting under your skin, and you don't want to remember or face anything reminding you of Flash and or Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The music and party overall was good discounting the stairs incident and line incident.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to stuff all that away as you follow the Lunar Guard to where Luna awaits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Approaching a closed door with another Lunar Guard clad in the same lavender armor standing on post, spear in hand, the one you follow speaks up , &quot;Prince Anonymous of Ponyville, as requested by Princess Luna.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The silent Guard opens the door, as the one you were following takes post next to the other.</span><br />&quot;u.uhh.. thanks, but really the whole Prince thing..&quot; you realize that they are in Guard mode staring stoicly ahead &quot; ..nevermind. Thank you Sir's.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; They acknowledged you with a sharp unison salute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well, Luna had an uncanny way of making you feel better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This should be a good thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You enter through the open door to the awaiting Princess Luna.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Wow this spot is nice' you think to yourself taking in the surroundings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There is a personal bar tender, nice lounge furniture set up, and an open forth wall next to a personal dance floor area, that over looks the stage and dance floor to the ground floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You spot Luna towards the open wall leaning against the railing and, oh my is she jamming out?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She's smiling as she nods her head to Vinyls music looking down to the stage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's actually very... adorable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile watching her for a moment still unnoticed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her mane flows with her nods and her cheeks raise slightly to her glowing teal eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The strobes and the changing light colors illuminating her features are captivating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They almost create an aura around her as her midnight sky like mane and tail reftacts each light and strobe a different way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You catch yourself staring and snap out of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Silently you make your way to get two drinks from the personal bar tender.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You leave some bits for a tip and make your way to Luna who still hasn't noticed you.</span><br />&quot;You sent for me Princess? &quot; you say with a grin.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; This startles her slightly, her shoulders raising a little as she gasps and turns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Relaxing but clearly a little embarrassed with reddening cheeks she sighs, &quot;Prince Anonymous,� you startled us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Again with the title..</span><br />&quot; Didn't we discuss the title thing Luna&quot; you say as you pass her the drink grin turning to a smile<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She raises an eyebrow putting on a confused look, &quot;Discuss what title thing, Prince Anonymous?..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Oh no... You completely forgot that fact that your only encounters with her have been while you were unconscious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You forgot to consider the possibility that it was all in your head all along.</span><br />&quot;I.. i.. uh, what I mean to say is..&quot; you stuttered looking for an answer. &quot;That uhh...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You squirm as she looks at you inquisitivly.</span><br />&quot; So you didn't... that wasn't you then?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to see her poker face crack, as you are clearly incredibly uncomfortable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks down closing her eyes as gentle laughter begins to betray her act.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;My dear Anonymous, that is what you get for startling us&quot; she looks up to you with a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sigh heavily, both embarrassed and relieved.</span><br />&quot;You... are.. horrible&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Why thank you.&quot; She accepts the drink &quot;and thank you for the drink.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You join her by the railing looking over the club.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She joins you watching over the party with a content smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Thank you for joining us Anon.&quot; She says while still gazing out.</span><br />&quot;How could I refuse.� You have been helping me out so much. I should be the one thanking you.&quot; You say over the music slightly facing her direction.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;There is no thanks necessary Anonymous. We enjoy your company as we have said. You have yet ceased to intrigue us. We trust you have taken your hardships in stride.&quot; Her voice carried without attempting to force it over the music.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You did not respond right away, listening to the upbeat music and taking in the good times that were being had here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You did not want to discuss hardships, or remember anything negative.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The reason you came here was to avoid all that.</span><br />&quot; I would rather not discuss hardships or anything of that sort tonight Luna,&quot; you turn to her. &quot;There will be plenty of it tomorrow, the day after... and so on. Tonight though... I just want to pretend I'm alright. That everything is ok. I don't want to discuss my impending divorce... my.. heart break or feelings of betrayal..and shame.. &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take a breath and take a large gulp of your drink.</span><br />&quot; Tonight? I just want to be ok.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna's eyes are full of sadness at your mention of heart break, betrayal,� shame and impending divorce.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; We apologize if we have over stepped our boundaries in our questions dear Anon.&quot; She places a hoof on your shoulder.� &quot;We truly do empathize with you. We have seen the pain you feel and only wanted to help. Please know that. Darkness can be a very alluring thing and we do not want to see you consumed by it as we once were.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You swirl the contents of your glass and take another sip.</span><br />&quot; I'm sorry too. And I do appreciate it more than you'll ever know. Just tonight though? I just want to have a good time.&quot; You say turning to her forcing a smile.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She sees you're faking a smile and ties to make it real. &quot;A good time you say? Then shall we have a dance? Does this qualify as a good time?&quot; She says somewhat shyly towards the end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your smile turns genuine as her request is spoken.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She hides behind her drink a little sipping away at it nervously awaiting your response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Motioning to the bartender for two more drinks you hold your hand out to Luna as another song begins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She takes it and walks next to you with an anxious smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://youtu.be/uQGenZYBhHo</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks to with with an obvious blush and magics over your finished drinks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to dance next to her, taking your drink , a little goofy and over dramatic to make her relax and laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your attempts were successful as she began to chuckle behind a hoof she raised to her mouth.</span><br />&quot;Come on I don't see you trying!&quot; You say challenging her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She begins to loosen up as she shuffles In a pony two step motion, still nervously sipping away at her drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Smiling at her you sip yours again, doing a simple two step of your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She seems to be relaxing some more as her hips and body are swaying less mechanically and more naturally.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes close a little as she let's the music take her body, clearing some of her mane away with her hoof.</span><br />&quot;There ya gooo. I knew you had it in ya.&quot; You mildly tease her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her blush returns but she's clearly enjoying the dance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You both continue to dance near eachother but separately, occasionally drinking your drinks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Unsure if you're just getting more comfortable,� or the drinks are catching up to you, you stop caring just enjoying the music letting it move the both of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Until a new song comes on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;https://youtu.be/9WBia_7jQqA</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The slow pace trance of it plays on your heart strings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You notice Luna hasn't missed a beat as the music moves her with her eyes fully closed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks breath taking...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Shaking your head a little you get back to your little easy dance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna comes closer with her eyes half lidded. &quot;Do you mind..i.if we danced 'with' you? &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Something about the way she said that took the breath out of your lungs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All you were able to do was nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She closed the distance between you maintaining eye contact.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With out missing a beat, her forelegs were up and around your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your chests were pressed firmly together as you swayed to the trance beat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hands found a resting spot on her mid back as you both made eye contact body's still moving together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You could feel each other's heart beats thumping and each other's exhales cross your skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Accidentally you catch your self lost in her glowing teal eyes..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Instinctively your hand traces from her mid back to her withers causing her to quietly gasp and push into you a little firmer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You weren't in control in this moment.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The embrace was a thrill, and a welcome one at that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At some point during this dance of restrained passion the space between both your faces has diminished greatly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your foreheads barely touched, as your bodies moved as one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her scent was intoxicating</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; God you want to kiss her right now, your barely centimeters away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes are almost pleading for you to as you both held on to eachother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That's it... You've decided...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel her hoof now gently rubbing the back of your neck and head as it feels like your souls are staring into eachother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are absolutely enchanted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your body's movements are synchronized down to your breathing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your foreheads that were lightly touching are joined by your noses gently making contact.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All the while,� her half lidded pools of teal never leaving your own eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This feeling... You feel so wanted.. so appreciated.. so special.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In this moment you acknowledge finally that your entire existence is burning for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stopped trying to figure out if it's the drinks, if it's the music or anything else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All you know is that in this moment she is in your arms and she is completely melting you away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The dance you both share is the dance of restraint at this point, and you were both failing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All the outside noises were a non existent muffled sound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The gentle bass that kept the timing of the song together along with some of the trance like sounds is all that registers as you hold your partner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your fingertips run from her mid back along the side of her wings, to her withers again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes close as she opens her mouth slightly taking a shallow gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your fingertips run from her withers gently up the side of her neck causing her to take another shallow gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her breathing is a little heavier as warmth radiates from her body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her forehead and nose push ever so slightly firmer against your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your fingers run up from her neck to her cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She responds by turning her head into your hand a little, embracing it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your thumb caresses her cheek causing her to smile a little under closed eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The distance between your faces close as her eyes open slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'This is it...' you think to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your lips pass her gently puckered lips, your bottom lip slightly dragged across her own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your cheek moved across hers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The feel of her blush against your own cheek is warm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking in her scent from this close is difficult as all you are able to do is plant your lips against her cheek close to her ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Although it was a kiss on her cheek there was alot of feeling behind it, the way you held her, the way your lips gently caressed her cheek before and after doing it.�</span><br />&quot; Luna...&quot; you say quietly into her ear, &quot; This is all that I can offer you right now...I.. I'm still..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She silences you with a quick peck to your lips followed by hoof gently to them, &quot; Do not spoil the dance my dear Anon..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile as she buries her head into your shoulder until the song finishes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The song is over and a new one has begun, but she stays holding onto you almost cherishing your embrace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Music To My Ears (PON3 Remix):https://youtu.be/-bP4trLjo5k</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The new song that plays is a much faster pace and the party around you becomes louder and more alive again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Ponies dance lively, drink and cheer as the excited little DJ mixes away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Lights flash and change color feeding the mood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you both still sway slightly not wanting to let the moment go, the new music pace and energy not entering either of your ears more than a muffled background noise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your victory of remaining composed is bitter sweet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There was nothing more you wanted than to let loose and let whatever was going to happen, happen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight went as far as she did... and as far as you're concerned you're done wi...stop thinking about her...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You release your embrace on your dancing partner as the cooler air hits both your skin bringing you back to reality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna takes a small step back still maintaining eye contact, attempting to muster some sort of composure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes are full of desire for you but her words contradict that,� &quot; We must apologize once more my dear Anonymous. We... we don't know what came over us... We respect your composure and resolve. Like always, you never cease to intrigue us.&quot; Her facial features show a hint of saddeness.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Guilt finds its way into you picking up on that.</span><br />&quot;Luna.. Believe me. I'm sure I'll be hating myself later, but.. I need things to be done.. completely.. Before I can even think of.. you know.. 'dancing' &quot; you finger quote. &quot; o.or.. anything like that. .. Not to say that, you know that...I don't w-want...i.. i.. I don't know anymore.. I'm sorry..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your voice dies off as you confuse yourself.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't even know what you were thinking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What just drove you to this situation with Luna?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It didn't feel wrong by any means, in fact it felt like nothing you have experienced in quite some time, but how did it get to here?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have every intention to never see Twilight again...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your chest aches when her name makes it's way into your head again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you don't know why, you truly never wanted to see her again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna displays an understanding smile masking saddened eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Like we said Anonymous... We are sorry. You have been in our thoughts for so long. We tried to protect you in whatever way we could, significant or not. Whether it be from bad dreams and memories�to distracting you from the pain you're feeling currently.&quot; She breaks eye contact.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We were being selfish just now. Not considering how soon such a... traumatic experience could still be affecting you. Putting our own.. wants.. before considering this.� We want you to.... well...&quot; she pauses looking to collect herself with a deep breath and articulate,� the way she loves to. &quot;... We can only hope you forgive us in our lack of... discretion. It's just... that, Anon..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks to the ground embarrassed, a pink hue crossing her cheeks. &quot;Nevermind.. We apologize.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She is hiding how flustered she is as some of her stary midnight mane falls over her face.</span><br />&quot; It takes two to dance Luna&quot; you say to her trying to lighten the mood.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She blushes harder trying to hide a grin. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Yes, yes we suppose it does. We hope this doesn't effect your... image or opinion of us. We would greatly enjoy seeing more of you Anonymous. Whether that be a visit in Canterlot,� or a visit in a dream.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Did she just invite you to Canterlot?</span><br />&quot; You know I always enjoy your company Luna. All I ask is to let me get some .... things... straightened out before we have another.. .. 'dance' &quot; you air quote goofing a little with a cheesy smile.�<br /><span class="co4">&gt; This causes her to blush heavy as she looks down covering her smile with her hoof lightly giggling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You reach your hand to her and gently move some of the mane that fell infront of her face away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hand caresses the side of her face gently as your thumb crosses her cheek lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She responds, by sighing lightly turning her head into your hand again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't help but to at least hug her as you stand by the railing, both overlooking the party.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She leans her head into your chest having to settle for the hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes look up to you longingly clearly wishing for more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But all she can do is wear a sheepish smile and turn her head back into your chest resting it there nuzzling into it slightly.</span><br />[Rewind several minutes]<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Big Mac</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you are now trying to dance with Pinkie between the line of sight of Twilight and the second tier where your brother Anon and Luna are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You aren't much of a dancer at all, but Pinkie is having a ball now that somepony is entertaining her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Shake it Big Mac!&quot; Pinkie energetically yells as she shakes her flank.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile uncomfortably as you take a quick glance to the second tier spotting Anon talking with Luna.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes widen a little as you control your panic doing your best to block this line of sight, while keeping the bouncing Pinkie under control.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luckily for you Twilight doesn't seem to interested in looking around as she faces the bar looking down into her almost empty drink again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie is tiring you out, you have no idea how she never runs out of steam.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; I...is she doing the robot?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You watch her as she rears up on her hind legs keeping a straight face, moving her fore legs robotically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie says in a robotic voice, &quot; Do. The. Robot. With. Me. Big. Mac.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Nnope... &quot; you say dryly watching her do her thing.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She pushes you a little,� &quot; You're no fun!&quot; She says in her Pinkie scream.</span><br />&quot; Nnope.&quot; You turn back to the bar since Twilight doesn't seem interested in moving much as she nurses a drink.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Standing next to her, you order another round of drinks and slide her one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She smiles weakly at you, &quot; Thank you Big Mac.&quot;</span><br />&quot; Eeyup&quot; you say forcing a smile.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's strange standing next to her now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She honestly looks miserable and you want to feel bad for her but you find it difficult...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She devastated your best friend through one of the worst betrayals you can imagine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A humiliating discovery of infidelity in the act.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't begin to imagine...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You catch yourself staring at her as you psychologically struggle between sympathy and disgust.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are well aware that you're not the most up spirited you've ever been.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Or the most put together... but why is Big Mac looking at you like that?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe he's had a bit to much to drink?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your insecurity kicks in as you feel like his eyes can see through your lies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Like he can see your secrets, the very ones you wish never happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Beginning to internally assault your self you think,� ' He knows... Why wouldn't he. He's Anon's best friend. They tell eachother everything'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Playing with the ice in your drink your mood worsens as you look to him.</span><br />&quot;Big Mac? &quot; you voice soft.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He blinks realizing he was staring too long.</span><br />&quot;I...is everything ok?&quot; You try to ask him some what shakily, hopefully diverting his thoughts.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He takes a second to respond &quot;Eeyup...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He was never incredibly talkative to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You knew you had to read into him a little more to figure him out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His mannerisms were telling you he was definitely thinking about something,� looking somewhat conflicted.</span><br />&quot;A..are you sure?&quot; You look up at him examining his reaction recalling a book you read on deceit indicators.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac touched a hoof to his cheek, scratching a fictitious itch before nodding and avoiding eye contact.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Those were two big indicators' you thought to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look at him as he takes another long drink, placing the glass down between the both of you, turning away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Is he avoiding you now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your analytical brain begins to activate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He obviously is over thinking something,� he's displayed physical deceptive indicators,� he's avoiding eye contact with you... He's here to see Vinyl Scratch.. alone?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...Vinyl Scratch,� Anon's favorite. .... ANON!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes open widely involuntary as you reach your conclusion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stare at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He turns to you with a confused face.</span><br />&quot;H-he's... he's here isn't he.&quot; You do your best to keep your voice under control.�<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Drowned in Love:https://youtu.be/9WBia_7jQqA</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A new song begins to play as Big Mac appears to be sweating slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Nnope&quot; he replies lifting his drink looking towards the mirrored wall behind the bar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart rate is up at the possibility of your love being here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes dart desperately around the ground level scanning for him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This could be your chance to talk to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; To tell him how sorry you are and beg him to forgive you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You had to try.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Regret was heavy on your shoulders every moment of the day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There was nothing you wouldn't do for his forgiveness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There was no denying that you took advantage of his trust in you, and you need to make it right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You become frustrated not seeing what you are, at this point,� desperately searching for.</span><br />&quot;Big Mac,� please. If he's here tell me where he is! &quot; your eyes pleading as they begin to mist.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The way he looks at you reads as a indignant ' why should I tell you anything' face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Saying nothing after a few moments he raises a hoof pointing to the front door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look to the door and back to him confused.</span><br />&quot;You knew he was here and didn't tell me?&quot; Feeling somewhat betrayed.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Eeyup.&quot; His tone defensive as he responds not looking at you, glass to his mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His tone causes you to flinch a little.</span><br />&quot; So he left then?... &quot; you respond with a tone full of defeat.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Another moment of silence passes as he sips his drink, still not facing you, &quot;Eeyup...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The feeling of loss flows through you again.</span><br />&quot; You know... Don't you.. &quot; your voice is quiet looking down to the counter.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He looks to you saying nothing, and turns back to the stage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He didn't respond with words, but you understood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You felt humiliated as the party continued around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The happy, the drunk, all lively partying about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They're going to find out... all of them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What are you supposed to do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have no one to blame but your self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before you realize it your hooves were taking you to the front exit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Tears were welling in your eyes but you don't want any pony to see you cry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It felt as if your entire life was crumbling around you, as lights flashed, colors changed and ponies enjoyed their night, laughing, smiling and dancing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Among all of this you felt completely alone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Exiting the doors you are met by the bitter bite of the night air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A cold breeze sweeps over you causing your tears to begin to spill.</span><br />&quot; Anon, my love, my life.&quot; You say aloud to yourself holding back a sob. &quot;I'm. ..so..sorry..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie comes running out after you as tears begin to spill over your cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She trots over to you, concern all over her face &quot;Twi? What's wrong?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She begins to wipe some of your tears away, moving some of your mane away from your face.</span><br />&quot;He's not going to come back Pinkie&quot; you squeeze your eyes shut holding back tears.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take a few deep breaths trying to compose yourself.</span><br />&quot;It's my fault. It's all my fault..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Who Twi? What happened?&quot; She begins rubbing your back.</span><br />&quot; Anon..&quot; you inhale trying to keep control.. &quot; I... i.. &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh did you see him?!&quot; She lights up a little.�</span><br />&quot;I...&quot; you snap out of it a little looking at her confused, &quot; see him? What do you mean, he left didn't he?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She giggles a little, &quot; Nooo silllllly&quot; she says a little drunkenly &quot; I just saw him! He's on the second floor in some VIP thingy!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She pats you a little &quot; So cheer up ...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You cut her off as you sprint back to the entrance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Buckooo... oookkaayy?&quot; Pinkie makes her way back to the doors swaying with a mildly intoxicated wobble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You explode through the entrance walking quickly, bumping into random other ponies not caring who says what.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac can see you coming back in looking up this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His mouth drops open a little as he glances to where Anon is eyes wide.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He tries to make his way towards you, but it's crowded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart thumps heavily scanning the VIP areas as your breathing is both excited and tired from your sprint and pushing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can see some random dancing ponies... some vaguely familiar faces. The back of a tall..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Gasping you squint a little trying to peer through some fog.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That's him!!! His back is facing you but you could tell without a doubt it's your husband.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try walking around the side to get a better look and to find a way up to him, wearing a giddy smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Excitement grips you, you found your husband,� your love!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You understand that he probably didn't want to see you,� but you need to see him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You need to explain how sorry you are and beg for forgiveness and understanding,� you can't lose him now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The song is nearing it's end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Many ponies are dancing close enjoying the intimate embrace of their dancing partners.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Adjusting your angle, you can see... he's not up there alone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pause and stare as it appears he's dancing? .. With who you can't see yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He is swaying though.. and is that hooves around his neck?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart feels like it's going to stop and your smile fades as his dance turns him to an angle you can clearly see.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take a step back as a tremble can be heard in your breathing.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your chest is heavy with tension and stress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; An emotional ache radiates throughout your body as you feel weak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have found your love.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And he is in the embrace of another mare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Foreheads touching lips almost together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All you can do is stand in shock right before you fall back on your flank, tears beginning to fall from your eyes without blinking, and mouth slightly open in disbelief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You watch as his lips graze hers and plants a kiss on her cheek near her ear as they whisper to each other. &gt; ... You watch as she closes the distance pressing her own lips against your husbands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ... And you watch as your husband smiles back after this, while they continue to dance, the same way he would with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He still holds her, Princess Luna, looking happier than ever.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac approaches you as you sit in the middle of the crowded dance area unable to move a muscle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The ponies around you dance,� smile,� and enjoy every bit of their own moments but it all falls deaf on your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel like time moves in slow motion as you watch your love hug her, as she nuzzles into his chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac looks up seeing what your eyes are fixed on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He sighs as he looks back down to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't move... You can't even react as the sting in your eyes and the weight in your heart do not let up.</span><br />&quot;W-what have I done...&quot; you whimper.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before you even notice, Big Mac is carrying you away.</span><br />&quot;A-anon..&quot; you're barely holding your self together as you are on the brink of a break down.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anger doesn't even enter your emotions,� only guilt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You did this to your self... as mad as you want to be you can't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'You took me away from you' his voice echos in your brain as the image of his distraught face burns your brain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were brought outside but can't concentrate on what goes on around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac and Pinkie are talking, but all you hear is a ringing in your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your logical brain is unable to function in the moment as you stare blankly.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At one point you notice Pinkie look at you in disbelief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Did he tell her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You honestly don't care anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You just want to go back in time and smack sense into yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You just want your love.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You want Anon to love you again.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel Luna push her face into your chest gently taking in your scent with a small sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's unclear to you when you two got into this moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you know it's incredibly comforting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Those drinks must be kicking in, but you're glad your better judgement remained sturdy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It would be a lie if you said that you weren't kicking yourself right about now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At the end of it all though,� you feel like you'll be able to look at your self in the mirror tomorrow a little eaiser.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hand runs gently through Luna's incredibly soft mane before you release your hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks at you with a small polite smile but with eyes still fill of want.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She's good at melting you're heart tonight, she probably is nearing one to many drinks as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You remember when Twilight used to... God damnit...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The thought of your wife.. soon to be ex wife.. sends pain into your chest again...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe it was good that you halted things afterall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You definitely found your self caring for Luna alot, admittedly more than you thought possible in such a short time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At the same time though the thought of Twilight still hurt you a great deal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna begins to notice the change in mood on your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Is everything alright my dear Anonymous? &quot; She says concerned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You need to collect your self right now.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, absolutely&quot; you put a little smile on for display.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The thoughts that almost ruined this moment confirm the fact that you need some kind of solution with Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some sort of closure.</span><br />&quot;I just was uh.. thinking I left Big Mac downstairs!� I should probably get to him soon. He's probably wondering what's going on..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh, we see.. We were unaware you were in attendance with your friend. If you must take your leave we understand.&quot; Her tone was mildly upset but understanding.</span><br />&quot; Yeah,� I should probably check in with him.� He's the one who got me in here after all.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a weak smile she responds, &quot;We understand Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was probably better to go now before you both end up doing something you regretted later on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't want to test your willpower this night.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Princess Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Prince Anonymous has just informed you that he must be taking his leave shortly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; While this upset you, you did understand that he arrived her with a friend that he must attend to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You just wanted to spend more time with him is all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some how he had this effect on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were drawn to him unlike any other that you can recall in quite some time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Being one of the first ones to... examine him... You felt a closeness to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The times you were able to enter his dreams, his memories.. his darkness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They stayed with you, they were so painfully relevant.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You felt a connection with him through the pain and misfortune you both shared, feeling like you understood him more than any pony else could.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As hopefully he could you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And protect him better than any pony else could.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were slow to acknowledge this yourself though, you never let any pony close enough to hurt you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; By the time you did he was with Twilight Sparkle...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The envy you felt towards her was immeasurable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you respected their relationship none the less.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You had to...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But the anger you felt towards her for hurting him the way she did was on a whole other level.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Listen I had a great time with you Luna&quot; he says stirring you from your thoughts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'He's leaving you Luna... You scared him away. You scare every pony. Fix this you monster.' A voice, all too familiar whispers in your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Shaking your head a little you respond.</span><br />&quot;We did too my dear Anon.&quot; You smile polietly. &quot;We do hope we will be able to see you soon though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking for his reaction you notice he takes a moment to think. &quot;Well I do need to get to Canterlot at some point to arrange some... affairs I guess. How about I visit then? In the meantime you know where I sleep&quot; he jests.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A light blush takes your cheeks at his joke.</span><br />&quot;Yes, we do know how to find you in your dreams. We would love to see you in Canterlot as well. You are always welcome.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Then it's a date.&quot; He smiles at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hoof at the floor looking down with an embarassed smile at the word date.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're sure he didn't mean it like that but still, the idea of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel his hand under your chin, lifting it up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He kisses your cheek innocently enough, but you still sheepishly smile again as it causes your heart to pound against your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I'll see you then.&quot; He waves a little as he begins to leave.</span><br />&quot;We... we can't wait&quot; you say quietly as he leaves.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; While he is on his way out you re examine your actions throughout the night and felt some guilt for not thinking before you let your pure emotions control you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before you thought about how his emotional state might make things difficult for him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He was obviously still distraught over the recent events.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you were ultimately glad you were able to provide any level of comfort</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even it was being a little self serving and selfish.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As you exit Luna's room, you notice the Lunar Guards still standing dutifully on post like statues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; These guys were serious to a fault.</span><br />&quot; You guys take care of Princess Luna,� alright? &quot; you say half joking.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You almost invoke a reaction that you assume was an ' implying we already don't ' face.</span><br />&quot; I'm joking of course,� but thank you for the escort and the kind words at the stairs, uh.. &quot; it dawns on you that you don't know their names.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The slit eyed bat winged guard raises a sharp salute, &quot; Prince Anonymous.� Safe travels sir.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nod, giving up on telling them not to call you a Prince.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The title reminds you too much that you are married still to Twilight which sends a deep sting in you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Time to find your buddy Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You head back down the stairs towards the bar you were at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The ground floor is pretty packed with ponies having a good time jumping and dancing to the music.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; PON3 - Wub a Dub Dub:https://youtu.be/Qt3uqa8yBkM</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The good time being had by all brings a smile to your face as you start to search for Big Mac through the smoke and strobing lights.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hear Rainbow Dash on a mic yelling 'Louder!'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking over to the stage, sure enough there she is loving the attention.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She throws up a hoof with another 'Lloouuddeerr!&quot; As she riles up the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Throwing your fist up to the music, to mirror her throwing up her hoof catches her attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She smiles ear to ear giving you a big wave from the stage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Crazy pone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile and wave back looking for your friend, that you could have sworn was at this bar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Scratching your head you look around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He didn't leave did he?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You weren't gone that long were you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to feel bad thinking that Big Mac thought you ditched him.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe you should wait a little here for him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As big as he is you recall he always breaks the seal before you do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a finger in the air you grab the bartenders attention ordering another drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They're starting to catch up with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But it's a party who cares.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The whole point is to have fun and mask the pain of...� .. to have fun...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sighing,� you drink your thought away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The song comes to its end but Vinyl doesn't miss a beat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She is by far one of your favorite in Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You enjoy all types of music,� but when it comes to fun, and having a good time, overall nothing tops her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Celestia knows you could use it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; While nodding your head to the music, Rainbow sneaks up on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Anon!!&quot; She grabs on to your waist, her hooves latching around you with a vice like grip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looks like she had a few to drink as well.</span><br />&quot;Woah! Hey Dashie. I thought Vinyl was performing tonight, not you. &quot; You smile with your smug sarcasm.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She delivers a playful jab to the ribs before responding, &quot; I won the raffle!&quot;</span><br />&quot;The what now? &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She rolls her eyes at you,� &quot; The whole reason I came here in the first place! I got to meet Soarin, and Spitfire behind stage, and after that I got to be up there with Vinyl Scratch!&quot; She exhales on one of her hooves polishing it against her chest, &quot;Try not to be too jealous Anon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Truth be told you actually were a little.</span><br />&quot;But... haven't you met them already?&quot; you ask slightly confused<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her face drops a little, &quot; Anon,&quot; her tone suggesting that you should know better, &quot;The more I meet them the more they will obviously see how completely AWESOME I am and the more they'll want to make me a Wonderbolt! DUH!&quot; She says with her light rasp and squeak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pat her head teasingly.</span><br />&quot; Obviously Dashie, obviously. &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She puffs her cheeks at you a little annoyed by your response.�</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Big Mac</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And crisis averted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie was taking Twilight back home as you made your way back in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That was every kind of uncomfortable,� but you would do it again,� and better,� for Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Unfortunately, you had to tell Pinkie why it was important to take Twilight home, which means it's only a matter of time before every pony knows.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You had to explain to her that Twilight was caught by Anon in the act of... well.. cheating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That's all you really know, and you don't want to know any more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You never got involved in these sort of things for this exact reason, but Anon was your exception.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Truly you wanted to feel bad for Twilight,� but you couldn't find a piece of sympathy for her inside of you knowing what she did, especially who she did it to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Honestly you didn't know what the Princess Luna deal was about,� but again,� you just don't want to know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Making your way back in, you spot Dash and Anon at the spot you left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They're chatting it up none the wiser.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You couldn't tell him what he just avoided with Dash there so you decide to not mention anything as you approach.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; There you are peanut bladder! &quot; Anon says loudly and some what drunkenly.�</span><br />&quot;E...eyup?&quot; Maybe you missed what they were talking about.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You assume he thought you were at the rest room, even though you were sure he always had to go before you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I was lookin fer ya Big Mac! An ah foun yah!&quot; He patted your shoulder.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hell with Twilight gone now maybe you could enjoy yourself with every pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Dash joins in with a horrible imitation accent, &quot; Well Ah'll be, It's Big Mac! &quot;</span><br />&quot;..E...eyup?&quot; You figure you need to catch up on your drinks.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; About an hour or so passes while you catch up to their level of intoxication.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're all laughing and sharing stories boozed up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;An, an then Big Mac realized he kicked, a, a hornets nest from the tree with the apples.&quot; Anon is laughing at his own story , &quot;an I never seen this big red manly stallion run, SO FAST. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon slapped his leg and threw his arm around you laughing at your traumatic story, as inebriated Dash joined him falling down laughing at your expense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hell, even you had to hide your smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You do hate hornets after all.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Flash Sentry</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lie on an uncomfortable hospital type mattress inside a room with a bone chilling cold to it, staring up with dead eyes to a slowly spinning ceiling fan inside an infirmary barracks.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It makes the same creak sound when it spins past the same spot over and over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's mind numbing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The memory of Twilight screaming 'I hate you Flash Sentry! ' loops and echos in your brain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She screamed this a few times after she teleported you here as well, before she teleported away with a sharp snap, leaving you almost lifeless in these barracks.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your swollen eyes stare at the spinning blades unblinking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Bruises and bandaged lacerations are scattered upon your face and body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A splint holds your crippled wing tucked to your ribs, held in place by more bandaging.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This is what you have been reduced to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They said you might be able to fly again after some very painful physical therapy,� and some hopeful magic treatments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You replay the event that led you to this state over and over again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The 'thunk' of the lamp hitting you rings in your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The 'Crack' sound of your breaking wing still makes your stomach turn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But on the outside,� you are cold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Barely even blinking.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your brow furrows lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'He is a beast... An abomination... That's all he is, and I'll make every pony see it...' you think to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A silhouetted pony figure walks through the door stopping before it can be recognized &quot; Flash?&quot; It calls into the room.</span><br />&quot;Corporal Sentry... &quot; You grunt, still with eyes unblinking and uncaring<br /><span class="co4">&gt; After all you did receive your small promotion from Private First Class after your... act of heroism when Anonymous arrived..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your, quick thinking.. saved the lives of several Royal Guards ponies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At least that's what your report read.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Pardon,� Corporal Sentry... Your... Team... has begun to carry out your instruction. Every pony is being told about Anonymous being a threat... a 'Beast' as you worded it. The word spreads quicker than we thought. &quot;</span><br />&quot;Good... very good... They always were easily shaken...&quot; you say nothing for a moment as your brain calculates your moves. &quot; Are you aware of how wars are won? &quot; you ask with some dryness apparent in your throat.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Corporal? ..&quot; the tone was confused.</span><br />&quot; It's very simple... Wars, battles,� are won, through the hearts and minds of the ponies..&quot; A slight smile crosses your face. &quot;When a conflict arises, it is imperative to have the hearts and minds on your side for support. It makes things alot... eaiser if the populace sees you as the good guy, fighting evil, doing the right thing. If they believe there is a threat, and we take charge against.. the said threat... well I believe you can figure out the rest...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Yes sir...&quot; the unknown pony leaves the room silently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Who did Anonymous think he was...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight was yours before he arrived.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stopped a potential threat before he could cause any damage to anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yet they kept you from slaying this... beast..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And here you are now... that beast stole your marefriend, is the reason you may not fly again... and is your Prince.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The idea of it infuriates you, which intensifies when you feel the pain in your body caused by him when you move.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; YOU were supposed to be the Prince, you are of this land.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No, you deserved it, and he stole it from you, he stole it all from you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He'll pay.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You and your buddy Big Mac are walking, somewhat drunkenly,� out of the show with Rainbow in tow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Time to take a trek back to the farm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The night air is cool, and the sky crystal clear with some stars blinking high in the nights canvass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's pretty sobering as you walk briskly to keep warm while taking it in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nights like these were under appreciated, you thought anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your ears are ringing as everything sounds muffled from the loud club to the quiet outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try popping your ears to no avail to make it stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Everything considered,� this was what you needed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A good old distraction from reality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why deal with problems when you could always do it tomorrow, and hope tomorrow never came that is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rainbow flaps her wings coherently enough to land on Big Mac's back where she shakily stands sprawling her wings out as if she's gliding while he walks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Faster!&quot; She yells while trying to balance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Nnope&quot; he says plain faced.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;C'mmoonn!&quot; She whines and whacks his flank with her hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;nnnnope..&quot; he says unfazed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;pfft&quot; she keeps her balance and stays for a while.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After a few minutes of walking you notice Rainbow is almost passed out on his back slouched on him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He knew this, as his walking became a lot more smooth to keep her balanced.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Since she was sleeping his face became more serious,� something clearly on his mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hope he's not to upset with you.</span><br />&quot;Listen,� uh. I'm sorry if I was gone to long. I know I came here with you and all and I hope you don't think I was trying to bail on you. &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Nnope.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh. Ok good. So why the face,� cat got your tongue? &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He shakes his head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Ok something is wrong..</span><br />&quot; Are you going to make me guess?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He says nothing</span><br />&quot;Ok then here we go... You actually are pist because I was upstairs. &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Nnope&quot; he says with his unfazed straight stare.</span><br />&quot;You don't think I should have accepted Luna's invite&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Nnope&quot; same expression</span><br />&quot; Hmm.. You're upset because you didn't take a lovely mare home?&quot; You smile jabbing his shoulder.�<br /><span class="co4">&gt; This breaks his seriousness a little as he let's a deep chuckle out, &quot;Nnope&quot;</span><br />&quot; You're upset because Dash is drooling on your back right now? &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She was, as she let out a open mouth snore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He sighs making a disgusted face &quot;nnnope...&quot;</span><br />&quot;So what is it? It's obvious something is bothering you. &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He glances back to Rainbow, who's snoring all out now, then to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What does rainbow have to. ..</span><br />&quot; Twilight? ..&quot; you mouth a whisper<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He looks back down and nods &quot; Eeyup..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stop walking as you stare at him.</span><br /><br />&quot;She.. Twilight was there? I didn't see her.&quot; You say tensing up. &quot;When did that happen?? Was I upstairs? Did she know I was there?&quot; You rattled off your panicked questions.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac opens his mouth to explain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When Rainbow Dash,� half awake now, cuts you off. &quot;She was there. Why? And see you with what?&quot;</span><br />&quot;... no one,� nothing nevermind. &quot; you try to relax.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I heard you guys got into an argument or something, are you still not talking? &quot; She asks groggily</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't bring your self to explain the situation all over again but you begin to burn inside at the thought of her telling others that all it was, was an argument.</span><br />&quot; Ya. A little more than an argument, but you can say that Dash..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She raises an eyebrow over her mostly closed eyes.</span><br />&quot;Don't worry about it..&quot; you wave it off<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You understood that she is fiercely loyal, you just don't know who it would be towards at this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At the same time you wouldn't want her to have to decide something like that.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;If you say so,� if you need to talk about it let me know dork. I'm going home.&quot; She lazily flaps her wings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Goodbyes are exchanged as you then part ways back to the farm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; During the walk Big Mac catches you up to speed with what happened with Twilight.�</span><br />&quot;So she thinks I'm with Luna.. like that?! We danced that was it!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He raised an eyebrow at you giving the 'really? ' face</span><br />&quot;What? That was really it! I mean granted I put the brakes on things so they didn't escalate, but it's not like she walked in on me balls deep in.. ..� -sigh-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pinch the bridge of your nose to put the oncoming sting at bay.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The weight was heavy in your chest once more as you had to take a few breaths to compose yourself.</span><br /><br />&quot;I shouldn't have to be explaining anything right now. She fucked up not me... She took me away from her.. Even if I was doing anything,� I'm doing it the right way... I need to.. get a divorce.&quot; You stare with determined eyes straight ahead.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He looks down with a small frown at the mention of the word.</span><br />&quot;Nothing happened with me and Luna... She is helping me get through this..&quot; you say almost trying to convince yourself as well.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Eeyup.&quot; He says not contesting.</span><br />&quot;So.. you had to carry her out and Pinkie took her home? &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Eeyup.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry you had to get involved like that. I know how much you don't like it. But for what's it's worth I really appreciate it. I hope you're not to mad at me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Nnope&quot; he says reassuring you as you both approach the big red barn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Or the closest thing you have to one now a days anyway...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At least you are among family, and ponies you truly care about.</span><br />&quot; Let's crack that Apple Jackdaniels open before we turn in huh?&quot; You say with a smile.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Eeyup! &quot; Big Mac finally looks excited again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pat your friends back as you head into the barn.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The table you drank at inside the barn was wet with Apple Jackdaniels and cider that was spilled during the energetic explanation of stories you continued to share and the memories you both revisit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You tended to be on the emotional side of the spectrum when it came to being drunk.</span><br />&quot;Ya know Big. .. Big Mac. &quot; you say doing your best to appear sober. &quot;You guys, are tha closest thing I have to family man.. I owe everythin to.. to you guys man..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He nods in appreciation dismissing your speech decay.</span><br />&quot; Really man.. ah mean it.. ah love you guys. Thank you for everything. &quot; you point a little at him to drive your seriousness home.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Eeyupp. .&quot; Big Mac chuckles again deeply at your display.</span><br />&quot; Ah just, I'nno know what to do man... like how do ah.. come back from this?&quot; Their accent always influenced you over time, or just when you drank.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You clear your throat realizing you were doing that.</span><br />&quot; I mean&quot; you look down at the stressed wood table top. &quot; I loved her with everything I had man. Everything.&quot; You keep eye contact with the cracked aging wood.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Burning builds in your eyes, that you are able to keep at bay for the moment.</span><br />&quot; Everything I am, was for her. Every pain I endured every... uncomfortable meeting and questioning. Every prodding into what it's like to be an &quot;alien&quot;... a.. a beast... &quot; you catch yourself sway a little. &quot; and not only for it to happen. . But for me to find out the way I did. For it to be some pony who she cared about before me.� For me to find out that... I simply, wasn't good enough.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You catch a tear beginning to roll down your cheek that you didn't notice until it's at your chin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a sharp inhale you wipe it away and wipe your eyes real quick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a forced painful smile you look back up.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your face is a little red as you attempt to keep your self composed.</span><br />&quot; She kept saying sorry you know. That they're going to take me away from her if I didn't stop.&quot; You say stretching, trying to numb your hurt.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You notice he is looking down now too, not uncomfortably but heavy from sympathy.</span><br />&quot; Judging by your reaction, she told you that too? &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He nods a little looking back up to you.</span><br />&quot; Take me away from her...ha. I told her she took me away from her.. She did..&quot; you say tapping your finger hard against the table to accentuate the 'she', your face shows rising anger.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You let out a long sigh staring at the high ceiling and support beams that held the roof and walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; For a moment you just listened to the gentle gusts of midnight air blowing over the sturdy barn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking your drink in hand, you finish it's contents, slamming the mug back down with an 'ahhhh'</span><br />&quot; You want to know tha crazy part?&quot; You lean on the table for support to stop your sway.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac looks to you with a face of curiosity, an eyebrow slightly raised.</span><br />&quot; ...&quot; you pause, even drunk you reconsidering saying anything.� &quot; I still love her.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac has a look of confused shock that he tries to keep minimal.</span><br />&quot;And I can never see her again.. never look at her and not feel pain and betrayal,� never act like it's ok and not wonder what she's really doing. The very idea of seeing her is torturous. The thought of trust impossible.� How can I forgive that?? ... how could I? It's over. It has to be...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hearing yourself say that out loud felt strange as a deep sorrow filled your heart in another realization.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; These thoughts are the ones you have been purposely avoiding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The reason you're drinking even to this moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They were feelings you did not want to admit or acknowledge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Feelings and thoughts of embarrassment,� pain, inadequacy,� humiliation...lost love... to be banished somewhere within the depths you your existence never to be delt with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yet there it is, all on the table now infront of your best friend.</span><br />&quot; Could you forgive that?&quot; Your voice rasps a little as you try to keep it together, your hazy eyes and pained smile looking to Big Mac.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac frowns and looks back to you responding quietly.� &quot;Nnope..&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nodded to yourself quietly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All your frustration and pain at the forefront of your mind now.</span><br />&quot;nnnope. ..&quot; you respond back to him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your voice was quiet, and your face visibly deep in thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It begins to dawn on you that you may have over vented.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Drinking tends to get you talking a little more than you probably should.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take a deep breath while standing at the table to collect your thoughts to a place where they won't bother you anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Leaning across the table you pat Big Mac on his shoulder.</span><br />&quot;Your a good friend Big Mac... I sincerely hope someday I can make it up to you. But for now, I'm gonna turn in. I'll just stay in here for the night if that's ok, I don't want to intrude.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He nods to you looking exhausted himself.</span><br />&quot;Goodnight bud.&quot; You say while walking to a corner of the barn.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Eeyup... &quot; he gives you a little wave as he retires to his own room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A cool gust enters the barn as he opens the door to leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After he closes it you plop down with a long sigh in a pile of hay.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You had many of good naps here when you used to work on the farm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was strangely nostalgic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Staring up at the ceiling of the barn again you try to calculate what your next moves should be, as you fight to hold open your heavy eye lids.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Should you go to Canterlot and figure out your next steps of divorce?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Should you confront her personally and give her an opportunity to speak?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If so would it actually matter?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Or maybe just stay off the grid and work at the farm to keep you busy..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Either way, you owe the Apples for their support and hospitality.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You'll make it up to them during the busy season when they need the help most.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The soothing sound of a gentle breeze rustling leaves on tree branches, and the whisper of it going over the barn begins to relax your muscles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before you even realize it sleep has taken you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Several moments pass as you begin to snore lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The door creeks and another cool gust enters the room causing you only to shift slightly and roll to the other direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Instinctively you throw your arm over in your sleep where Twilight would be to cuddle into for warmth, or just to hold onto as you slept.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your arm pats the empty hay looking for her warmth out of muscle memory,� but you do not wake as your arm stays outstretched.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The door closes quietly as the gentle clack of hooves walking slowly moves in your direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The dim figure stands before your sleeping body.</span><br />----<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A tearful sniffle can be heard from you as you stood in the shadows approaching Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Stepping closer, you become visible, to no one as Anon snores periodically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hooves stop within reaching distance of him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The only thing you can do is watch him sleep for a moment, your face displaying obvious signs of holding back a tidal wave of emotions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wanted to be mad from his... moment.. with Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The idea of your husband in the arms of another mare boiled your blood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wanted to be mad that he's been avoiding you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not giving the opportunity to get one word in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But even you know there was just to much justification that you provided him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How can you fairly be mad when you did what you have done?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The reminder of it alone makes you feel disgusted in your self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were able to hear most of the conversation from outside the barn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The feeling of emptiness and regret still plagued every bit of your existence, and hearing his vent to Big Mac drove you further to pieces.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The word divorce still ringing in your ears chipping away at your resolve.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart also ached more than you have ever felt watching his arm occasionally pat and reach for the spot you very well recognize as the spot you would be sleeping.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take a breath building confidence for what your sure is a bad idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Approaching Anon silently,� you slip into the hay he laid on and gently scoot his arm over you, facing him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He made a small sound as his arm began to bring you in instinctively towards his body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He was a relatively heavy sleeper, even more so after a few drinks so you knew this was to your advantage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your stomach and chest were now against his, as his unconscious body reeled you in.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You looked up to his sleeping face, with tears brimming in your already red, stinging eyes.</span><br />&quot;I'm more sorry than you'll ever understand,� my love...&quot; your whisper is little more than a few squeaks as you hold back full blown tears.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; After planting a prolonged gentle kiss to your husbands sleeping lips, you bury your face into his chest taking in a deep inhale of his familiar scent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Laying quietly in his involuntary embrace, you temporarily let everything go as he holds you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You listen to his beating heart, his breathing,� even the light snores just melting in his embrace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Something you realize you took for granted and may very well never have again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A few tears escape your eyes as your head laid on his chest not wanting to let the peaceful moment go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of some of your sniffles accompanies the sound of the breeze rustling the trees and the whisper it makes over the barn.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your head rises and falls slightly with your husbands sleeping breaths. &gt; Savoring your last few moments, you snuggle into him a little more, nuzzling your face into his chest.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even something like his light snores that used to annoy you are comforting as you embrace and take in the familiarity of it.</span><br />&quot;Oh, my love...&quot; you begin to choke back up when you try speaking quietly. &quot; I wish I could take this all away. I..&quot; your yawn cuts your sentence off.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You haven't slept in some time now, and this is the closest thing you had to comfort since the whole... incident.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The weight of your exhaustion closes in on you quickly and unexpectedly.</span><br />&quot;I...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes become to heavy to hold open anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The gentle rising and falling of his chest combined with his hold on you and realization of complete exhaustion leaves you with one last thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ' maybe just a quick nap...'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You rub your face into his chest a little finding your final comfort spot, which caused his arm to instinctively run his hand up your side, his fingers grazing your coat liggtly, in response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A small pained yet genuine smile crosses your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are lost in the most bitter sweet happiness you could imagine...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Until sleep takes you, while in the embrace of the only place you want to be in all of Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The arms of your love..</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;The hat is picking the apple, I repeat,� the HAT is PICKING. THE. AAAPPPPLLLEE&quot;� a loud frustrated whisper comes from the outside of the barn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your lookout, Pinkie is trying to alert you.</span><br />---<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Pinkie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This was the code phrase you discussed!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why isn't she answering!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lay low in your black stealth sneak suit observing someone coming from the Apples main house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You knock the wall quietly but quickly.</span><br />&quot;The hat is picking the APPLE!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; No response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'You're going to have to make entry Pinkie!' You think to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Slinking among the shadows cast by the barn in the moonlight you make your way to a window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Placing your hooves on it quietly you slide it open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'easy now.. eeaassyy' you think as you begin to climb in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After you get your head and front hooves through you begin to teeter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You fall foward into the barn with a loud thud as some farm tools fall to the side making a clanking noise to accompany your 'OOF'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After a second you spring up as your head stays still but your eyes dart left and right with a serious face inspecting the area for any pony who may have seen you.</span><br />&quot; Structure has been infiltrated&quot; you whisper to no one, stuck in your special ops stealth mind set.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You trot silently to the middle of the barn as you accidentally knock over more equipment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You drop and roll under a table that's wet with Apple Jackdaniels and cider.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Checking left and right over dramatically yet stealthily,� you tuck and roll out from under the table towards Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She's in Anons arms sleeping?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But she and Big Mac just told you what really happened, that Anon and Twilight were fighting because he threw out Smarty Pants, Twilight's favorite study partner rag doll.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; I mean really!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You know how much she loved that thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She told you she needed to see Anon to apologize for the things she said to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And how bad she felt for the decision she made in yelling at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But why are they sleeping in a pile of hay?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why not just go home, and why have you as a look out?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Something isn't adding up hheerree...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hear hoof steps along the side of the barn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ' And that something can wait&#160;! I don't like math anyway!' You think as you begin to poke Twilight.</span><br />&quot;Twi wake uppp. Some ponies coming! &quot; you whisper urgently.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She waves a hoof at you &quot;5 more minu...&quot; she trails off exhausted.</span><br />&quot; Twi..llliigghhtt wake up!&quot; You smack her flank with your hoof.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She twitches as she rouses from her sleep. , &quot;Pinkie what the hay!? &quot; She whispers confused and groggy.</span><br />&quot;We have to go nnooww!&quot; Panic clearly your face.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The front door begins to creek open sending in a cool breeze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight's eyes open widely in shock realizing she's about to get caught in a difficult to explain situation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look to the front door then back to Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She is reaching her head up to Anon's, her cheek to his with her eyes closed whispering something, maybe saying goodbye?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She kisses his cheek softly.</span><br /><br />&quot;Twi!&quot; Your ducking low now.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She turns to you as her horn glows.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a signature -snap- you are both teleported out of the barn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon's arm falls to the hay limp, and after a moment, it out of habit, pats and searches the empty hay pile next to him, Unconsciously looking for what it was so accustomed to.</span><br />-----<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The familiar -snap- rings in your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; While your eyes remain closed your arm pats where your comfortable warmth once was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There's a small moist spot on your chest, and a cold feeling on your side where the cuddly warmth just was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The cool breeze hits you once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A figure stands in the doorway. &quot;A..anon? Sugarcube?.. you awake? &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say nothing still pretending to sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hear Apple Jack grumbling to her self, &quot;... Big Mac can't even give Anon ah blanket, ah swear sometimes that pony.. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The feeling of a blanket being draped over you distracts you from the grumbling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The caring touches of you being tucked in on your makeshift hay bed brings you a different kind of warmth. &gt; &quot;Night sugar cube...&quot; she whispers after setting you up in the blanket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When she exits the barn quietly,� the draft doesn't faze you as the blanket shields you now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After hearing the door close, your eyes open slightly and stare at the spot Twilight was laying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her tears still moist on your shirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were awake when she was here...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You let her climb into your arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But no one has to know that except for you...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You barely sleep a wink that night as you assault your own thought process.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why did you let her do that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe you actually wanted her to?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Did you drink to much?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Or were you looking for some familiar comfort.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Deep down it nags you that it was more than likely your last safe way to say goodbye...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your blood shot eyes stare out of the barn window as the morning sun begins to invade it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'This is going to be a long day...' your exhausted mind thinks to itself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Stretching in your hay bed you let out a yawn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You usually sleep so well on this too, shame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After neatly folding the blanket on your makeshift bed you begin to straighten out the mess you left in the barn and table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After you are done you make your way to the house praying they have coffee or some type of caffeine to fight this exhaustion.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Reaching the front door your nose confirms your wishes, and then some.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The smell of ground brewing coffee, pancakes and fruit dances with your sense of smell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You knock a little before entering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Who is it?&quot; The elderly slightly shaky voice calls out from the kitchen.</span><br />&quot;It's me Granny Smith&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Ohh Anon my boy! You don't have to knock this is your home you know that.&quot; She says poking her head out from the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her face drops seeing that you look like you slept in, well, a hay bin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Ahn, ya know you're not steppin one hoof into this kitchen until you clean your self up sonny. &quot; she says pointing a hoof upstairs to the bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You give yourself a look over.</span><br />&quot;B..but I'm hungryyy&quot; you pout at her, playing around.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Well then ya better hurry up then huh!&quot; She gives you her stern Granny stare.</span><br />&quot;Yes ma'am.&quot; You say making your way to the shower.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You enter the bathroom and lock the door behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Tossing your shirt on the floor, you notice some fine purple hairs on your once tear stained shirt and can't help but stare at it for a moment as a mix of emotion begins to creep into you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sighing,� you do what you do best, and ignore it</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&gt;22692831 #</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The shower is nice and hot as you feel the grime of the day before rinse off of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You let the hot water run against your sore back for a while relaxing a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A knock at the door startles you some. &quot;Anon, &quot; AJ hollers on the other side &quot; I have some clean clothes fer ya, hopefully you still fit in them!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They must of been from when you worked here.</span><br />&quot;O..okay thanks!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking a moment of relaxation and clarity you begin to think what to do next.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Stay working on the farm for a while to distract yourself, go to Canterlot and figure out if a divorce is possible, find Twil... nah you definitely don't want to do that right now...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your stomach grumbles, guess that's your first step, your starving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take a look at your calf where a fresh scar remains while washing yourself off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking it over you're impressed on how strangely quick it healed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Stepping out of the shower refreshed, you reach outside keeping behind the door in a towel, to see what the clothes left for you were.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Oh boy...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A pair of overalls... and a white t shirt.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look back to your dirty clothes wondering &quot;how bad are they really.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pick up your dirty shirt and sniff it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Making a 'nope' face you drop it as the smell of un washed day stink, and Twil...er.. alcohol violated your nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sighing you suit up in your overalls and white t shirt.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Leaving the bathroom you approach the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Turning the corner into it, the conversation stops as Granny Smith,� Apple Jack and Apple Bloom stare at you in your fresh new threads.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They all hold back a chuckle.</span><br />&quot;Eeyup.. let it out.&quot; You brace your self.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Bloom loses it first leaning back in her chair pointing a hoof at you laughing.</span><br />&quot;Uh huh.. &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack hides her laughter behind her hoof while Granny Smith smiles widely with a chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take a seat at the table.</span><br />&quot;I take it Big Mac is still out cold?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;eyup, ah can hear him snorin in the hallway.&quot; Apple Bloom responds coming down from her laughter beginning to stuff her face with pancakes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Granny Smith slides some pancakes onto a plate infront of you, &quot;Here ya go my little farmer boy! &quot;</span><br />&quot;Thanks Granny Smith. .&quot; You blush a little.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You enjoy your breakfast with only a mild amount of teasing harassment from your loving mares.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Once more Apple Bloom ends up wearing and dropping more food on herself and the table than eating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Ah swear Apple Bloom... Do you even taste what your eating? Or do you shove it straight into yer stomach.&quot; Her big sister gives her mother like speech.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Bloom turns to her while rubbing her full belly satisfied from a filling breakfast and let's out a long burp. &quot;Buuuuuuurp.. ahhhh&quot; she smiles wide.</span><br />&quot;Nniiccee&quot; you say laughing, still picking at your food.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; AJ looks frustrated with her &quot;really?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She hops from her chair, but Apple Bloom already has the jump on her taking off out of the kitchen giggling and laughing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;C'Mere ya little silly filly!&quot; AJ chases her out of the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile warmly watching them run out holding your hot coffee to your face taking a sip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Those girls, ah'll tell ya Anon. Out of their minds.&quot; She says humoring herself.</span><br />&quot;Yea.&quot; You hear Apple Bloom squeal with laughter as you assume Apple Jack caught her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Mind helping me with the dishes dearie?&quot; She says while standing</span><br />&quot;Anything for you Granny Smith&quot; you join her standing and collecting some plates bringing them over<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You clean up the table in relative silence until she breaks it. &quot; So sonny, how's Twilight?� It's unlike the both of you to be apart like this.&quot; She says while her attention is on cleaning the dishes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her question sends a lump in your throat as you try to scramble a story together.</span><br />&quot;Well uh.. Ya know.. she's just.. doing Princess stuff and all. &quot; you stammer<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Uh huh. Son do you think ah was born yesterday?&quot; She stops washing the dishes and turns to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She always had the stare that made you know whatever lie or story you had, is now over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And quite honestly still put a scare in you.</span><br />&quot; No ma'am I dont.&quot; You sit back down at the table looking at a place mat.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She glances to the entry way to the kitchen to make sure no pony was there then looks back to you. &quot;Ah won't say what ah know or why ah know but ah do know. Now let me start by sayin, yer welcome here no matter what you ever decide to do.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You simply nod, waiting for the lecture.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Now Anon. Ah can't tell you what to do... yer an adult. And you've grown to be a fine young man if ah do say so myself. But it's clear as red on an Apple prime fer pickin, that yer avoiding somethin that's eatin ya alive. Whatever the something is, I suggest you decide how to tackle it and set yerself straight. That make sense son?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She can read you like an open book.</span><br />&quot;Yes Granny..&quot; you say nodding lightly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She drops her dish washing and walks over to you giving you a big Granny kiss on your cheek followed by a big Granny hug rocking you in it slightly. &quot; I just want to see you happy my boy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You return her hug the motherly embrace of it gives you comfort. &quot;Thank you..I just need some time is all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Well you got a place to stay here. Just promise me you you'll address it is all.&quot; She rubs your arm a little and returns to her dishes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nod and get up to get some chores done around the house and farm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You'll take care of Big Mac's jobs for the day, it's the least you can do.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The day passes uneventful,� and you love it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The silence is relaxing, and the labor keeps you in shape and occupied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Stacking full wood barrels is alot harder than Big Mac makes it look, but alot easier than you remember from when you first started.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You enjoy the sweat you work up doing it though.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before you know it the day passes you by, and it was wonderful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The nature, the outdoors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not a care in the world besides for the physical tasks infront of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe you'll stay in the barn again tonight.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hay bed wasn't too awful afterall, and now you have that blanket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You decide to turn in a little early since you got no sleep the night before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Without telling any pony, you plop down on your makeshift bed and throw the blanket over yourself with a long sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your tense muscles, sore from the day of labor begin to relax.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You squirm a bit under the blanket trying to find just the right spot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking in a long inhale of cool air, you hold it for a second or two and let out a long exhale finding your comfortable spot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes are heavy, you didn't even realize how exhausted you were from keeping yourself busy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before you can fully finish that thought sleep has snatched you from reality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your over exerted body welcoming the relaxation for a chance to rest and rebuild.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Welcome my dear Anonymous,� we have been waiting for you. &quot; a familiar voice states.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It takes a moment for you to focus your eye sight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When your vision clears you find your self standing on a small wooden bridge that crosses a little babbling brook.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of the water running over the small rocks, creating small white bubbles in the stirring current,� is incredibly relaxing, washing any tension you were carrying away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Small fish swim up against the gentle current not making much progress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It complements the perfect night scenery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A mostly full moon hangs high in the night sky again, dramatically large.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; An occasional shooting star streak decorates the midnight atmosphere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Leaning your forearms on the railing you notice Luna standing next to you admiring the flowing water and enjoying the relaxation it offers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; For a while you both sit in silence, appreciating the moment and scenery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We missed your company the prior night Anon. We hope that all is well with you.&quot; She breaks the silence, her gentle sparkling teal eyes still out on the moving water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You turn to her noticing them, &quot;... Ya.. I just.. I just have alot on my mind is all.&quot; You stammer, captivated by her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your gaze turns to the wood planks under your feet then out to the deep purple and dark blue horizon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We can only imagine, and once again apologize if we complicated anything for you. &quot; Her voice has a sense of sadness in it with genuine apology.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The tone plays on your heart strings feeling guilt, knowing very well that you wanted the same things as her in the moment you shared.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...but it was for the best that restraint was shown. Right?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Without fully thinking you end up replying.</span><br />&quot;There's nothing to apologize for, if it's something we both wanted.&quot; This time you kept your gaze to the purple and deep blue mix horizon as you spoke.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Internally to yourself you think, 'why did you say that Anon...'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes turn to you at the end of your sentence,� her cheeks flushed with a little pink hue.</span><br />&quot;I just want things... I don't even know... I don't want to hurt you or anyone else. I don't want to hurt anymore either though... i..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon...&quot; she cuts you off,� which makes you lower your gaze, still not facing her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We are perfectly aware of the... lines we may have crossed sharing that&quot; she clears her throat &quot;dance... and we expect nothing in return from you that you do not want. We know perfectly well of your current.. marital status.&quot; She seems to get that last sentence out a bit uncomfortably.� &quot;But like we said, we do what we can to protect you. If that means being an ear to listen, we are happy with that. If that means we are to be a shoulder to cry on.. again we are happy to be it. If that means something more... well&quot; Her blush deepens a little. &quot; than..we would be even more.. happy with that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;The point being my dear Anonymous, whether it be keeping disturbing dreams from you, to dancing with you, we are more than pleased to do it for you..&quot; Her gaze stays upon you for a moment before turning onto the fish fighting up stream.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; So there it is, more or less laid out for you.</span><br /><br />&quot; Luna&#160;?..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her ears perk slightly as she turns to your general direction.</span><br />&quot; Why is it... What I mean is... Why me? why do I matter so much..&quot; you turn to her &quot; I know I was with you mainly when I first arrived and you were able to see into my mind and past and all that.. which I have yet to fully remember..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You rub the back of your head as her teal eyes try to comprehend what it is exactly your asking.</span><br />&quot;I guess my point is, you probably don't visit anyone else like you do me, in this type of way anyway. &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She nods a little, &quot;This is true, we do not.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Or.. dance the way we did...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Not for a.. very long time, no Anon..&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well.. why me? Why now?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She takes a moment to word her response,� once again always looking for the correct articulation. &quot;We told you a partial version of the truth already. But if it is the full truth you seek from us, my dear Anonymous... it... It's because we have cared for you a great deal, before Twilight began studying you...&quot; she looks down to the planks. &quot;As shameful as it is, she simply beat us to the.. &quot;punch&quot; as you would say? The same defense that kept every pony at bay, for our safety was the same that kept us from pursuing an opportunity to try to be with you, outside of the settings that we were in..&quot; Luna almost looks humiliated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her response was a bit much to take in, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't feel anything at all in return.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She always intrigued you.</span><br />&quot;So what your saying is you always had a crush on me.&quot; you smile, always trying to lighten things up with a little humor.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She gives you an embarassed, slightly indignant look trying to remain poised, &quot; Why Anon, the way you put it makes it sound so crass&quot; Her cheeks hued red.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; But... We suppose, it wouldn't be incorrect.� So yes Anon, it is true.&quot; She attempts to keep her posture proud though visibly anxious.</span><br />&quot;Oh it is huh?..&quot; your smile turns warm, as even you become slightly embarrassed at the admission.<br /><br />&quot; Look Luna..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She cuts you off once again sounding flustered, &quot; We understand Anon. Y-You owe us no explanation, we do not need to be let down in any special manner, just..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her tone of defeat and nervousness is breaking your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With out thinking once more,� you direction her face to yours gently by her chin,� with your fingers halting her speech.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She stops speaking with a slight gasp, as she looks into your eyes with her glistening pools of teal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes halt even your train of thought even further, as her eyebrows raise suggesting her guard is completely down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The simple want for you is clear as day in her gaze, &quot;a..anon?..&quot; her voice barely above a whisper.</span><br />&quot;Luna.... i.. need to straighten out my affairs with.. well you know. I can't promise you anything. I'm not saying I don't want to, I'm just saying...&quot; those eyes are simply melting your will away.<br />&quot;Oh hell&quot; you mumble quietly &quot;It's just a dream right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; A tiny smile of hope crosses her mouth seeing that you are about to cave.</span><br />&quot;...Don't hold this against me..&quot; you say almost out of breath as you hold her chin facing you.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Passion takes control over your body as the last few words leave your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The distance between your faces close once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her deep breathing can be felt against your face while her eyes close mostly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your fingers trail from her chin to the side of her face causing her to exhale in pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your foreheads press lightly against one another as both your eyes meet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your fingers trace lightly from the side of her face down her neck resting on her withers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This causes her eyes to close and draw a shallow inhale leaning into you more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Oh Anon~..&quot; she whispers after her inhale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your head pulls back a little as you reposition it shifting to the side of hers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her blush is warm against your cheek and her breathing is heavier as you wrap your other arm around her, facing her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You plant a small, gentle, prolonged passionate kiss on her cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Then another, your head backing up to face her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She exhales as she raises her chin slightly, her breath hot across your cheek and ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pull back so you are now nose to nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your lips graze each other's, as you feel hers puckering lightly to meet your embrace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Tilting your head a little your lips finally meet hers as she let's out a light melting &quot;mmm~~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your kiss is soft, but finally a kiss none the less.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna's shoulders drop a little as she begins to lose her self in your embrace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her hooves find their way around your neck as you pull back from the kiss nose to nose, both breathing heavier now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nothing is said as you both just look into eachother others eyes for a moment.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With that the distance is zero again, as you both begin to lose control in a burning passionate kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her hoof runs from your neck to the back of your head, while the other pulls you in snugly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your own free hand runs it's fingers up and down her neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Both your tongues run along each other's in your passionate embrace, exploring the new areas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna let's out another &quot;mm~~&quot; as her chest pushes into you a little more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You both separate with only a small space to catch each other's breath for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;i..we.-pant- .I. . W-we were not expecting that&quot; she says breathing heavily.</span><br />&quot;I wasn't either..&quot; breathing just as heavily.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She let's out an adorable giggle with a genuine wide smile, as she presses several small kisses to your lips holding onto you tightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ..Just a dream.. just a dream.. your mind repeats.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You both end up sitting on the soft grass infront of the small stream.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna is sitting against you with her head leaned on your shoulder wearing the cutest, most content of smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her expression says it all, she seems more relaxed than you have ever seen her, than you have ever thought possible from her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She closes her eyes and simply sighs, still wearing her smile savoring the moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We have waited quite some time for that my dear Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A small pang of guilt radiates throughout your body though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You aren't sorry for what happened just now, in fact your were pretty happy about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you really wanted to settle your issues before doing anything like this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Things were moving so fast, it was frightening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not even a week ago you were blindly in love with a mare that was... well.. unfaithful..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Which you were unfortunate enough to discover in what you think is the worst way possible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Who, now you think probably saw you as nothing more than something to study..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You loved her so... stop it..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not only a few weeks ago did Luna speak to you no more than a few polite sentences.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Now here you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was comforting to have someone care for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Was it right though? At this moment you tried not to care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But it's just a dream you keep telling yourself...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well you're here now, might as well try to enjoy it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A small sigh unknowingly escapes you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try to cast out your busy thinking as your hand runs behind Luna's ear down her neck, past her withers,� settling around her mid back where you hold her leaning against you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her small approving sigh is heard as she leans into your body under your arm.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes look up to you as you try clearing your thoughts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Silently she raises her head so her lips lightly press against your jaw in a gentle kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Feeling this fully snaps you out of your muddled thinking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You seem lost in thought Anonymous, is all not well?&quot; Her eyes display concern.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Those eyes, those sparkling teal eyes.</span><br />&quot;All is well. I-i mean, I'm fine.&quot; You stuttered.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;That was most unconvincing, what is it?&quot; She seems nervous now assuming the worst, her head pulls back slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She really must not like having her guard down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I - it's to fast isn't it. That must be it. &quot; She says mildly panicked</span><br />&quot;No!.. well I mean yea but.. uh maybe?&quot; you sound unsure of yourself.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She attempts to put some space between the both of you, but you hold her with the arm you had around her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks confused and a little embarrassed, &quot;Anonymous... we haven't felt like this towards any pony in a very long time. And we apologize if our... 'advances' were hasty. We have a difficult time letting others this close, and it's what kept us from you initially. We.. we didn't want to lose that opportunity again.. We understand if you need time..&quot; her tone saddens towards the end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There she goes with the nervous apology.</span><br />&quot;Luna, relax. Remember it takes two to dance.&quot; You put on a smile trying to calm her, you boop her nose lightly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She goes a little cross-eyed when you do this as she tried to follow the direction of your finger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's painfully adorable, as it confuses her momentarily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You let out a chuckle still holding her as she looks back up to you with a bashful smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She hides her face in your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No wonder she keeps every pony at bay..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She really is sensitive when her guard is down.</span><br /><br />&quot;Oh come onn.&quot; You run your fingers through her mane and trace your fingers down her spine.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks back up with a pink hue on her cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You continue doing this as you speak.</span><br />&quot; As long as you understand I have.. issues and matters I need to take care of, and you understand I'm not in a position to promise anything...everything is fine for now. I just want to make sure you understand that is all&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your petting limits her answer to a small nod of understanding as her eyes still look up at you taking in your words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; God you can not resist those eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lean down, and she meets you half way raising her head to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your lips meet in a gentle comforting kiss that lasts a few seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After you separate she stays in the position with her eyes closed for a moment before exhaling quietly and returning her head to your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You are going to be bad news for us my dear Anonymous,� we can tell.&quot; She says smiling and nuzzling into your shoulder once more.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Time passes without a word, the distant echos of crickets and the flowing water are the only sounds that fill the the mild midnight air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In the silence your mind wanders as you hold Luna to your side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You keep revisiting an inconsistency in her speech, that she is always so careful with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It wasn't a very big deal, but you did notice it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You caught her a few times saying I instead of we.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'even the ones &quot;i&quot; keep from you..'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'I - we weren't expecting that'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her voice sounds in your head as you remember.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; To your understanding her referring to herself as &quot;we&quot; was her thing, though not fully sure why.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was one of her many quirky mannerisms that you enjoyed.</span><br />&quot;Can.. I ask you something Luna?&quot; Your voice is quiet as you both relaxed.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;hmm?&quot; She looks up a little in response.</span><br />&quot;If it's too personal or rude I apologize in advance.. But why is it that you refer to yourself as 'we' all the time?<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her look up lowers back to the water as she takes a moment as she always does to properly phrase her answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It.. It's the Royal Canterlot way to refer to one's self, the 'Royal We' if you will. Though admittedly it is a dated practice... We suppose we have become.. accustomed to using it over time..&quot; her eyes focus on the current</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take notice in her demeanor change.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That didn't feel like the entire truth to you.</span><br />&quot; Oh I see.. well just before, I noticed you were back and fourth with it. You said both 'i' and 'we'. I've also noticed it once or twice before is all. &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She doesn't respond as she appears to become a little conflicted with an answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe you'll lay off of the question for now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hopefully it didn't upset her.</span><br />&quot;I..it's no big deal I was just curious is all.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes remain on the fish attempting to swim up stream, making no progress.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Luna</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why did he ask you this?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Did you make a mistake with your speech?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Of course you did, he's going to realize the monster that we are now. You'll frighten Prince Anonymous as you do every pony else, and drive him away as well.' A voice whispers in your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You close your eyes for a moment facing the water, letting the sounds of its current relax you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Could you tell him?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Would he understand?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Or would he be frightened like many before him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Scared away by your darkness that has become a piece of who you forever will be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You already feel heavy with guilt from pursuing him so soon after his problems occured.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you don't want to lose him, not again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In the depths of your mind you understood that being here for him like this, in a time of pain and vulnerability could work in your favor, as much as you didn't want to admit it yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You did not want to add any more issues to his already mounting ones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feared adding to his already growing stress could push him further into his darkness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The very darkness you tried to warn him of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The same that once consumed you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This was truly what you wanted to protect him from.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Perhaps this was the reason of his question?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Perhaps he's noticing it within himself as well?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Or perhaps he thinks we are just strange, like the others.' The voice nags causing you to inhale slowly as you begin to over think as you always do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The breath helps to keep you composed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You cared for Anonymous greatly, and would do what you could to keep anything from happening to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your train of thought is disrupted by a violent cough from Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Turning to him you see he is clearing his throat.</span><br />&quot;Anonymous? Are you alr-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Another violent cough, this time he arcs foward gasping for air between coughs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to feel his dream state weaken, he is beginning to wake from an outside stimulus.</span><br />-----<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The smell of smoke is beginning to fill your nose, though you see no source of it in the area.</span><br />&quot;Luna? What's happening? &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; A violent cough shakes you as you feel yourself slipping from your dream.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna appears to be very concerned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She speaks but you can't hear what she's saying as your dream begins to crash around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The bridge you once stood on is burning brightly and violently, crumbling into the water, as smoke begins to fill the midnight sky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A pounding sound echos throughout your head repeatedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;The beast is trapped, do it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Beast??</span><br />---<br /><span class="co4">&gt; A crash sound jolts you from your sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's hot. Why is it so hot?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You cough some more as smoke is more apparent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your vision clears as you try to peer through thickening black smoke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Flickers of flame can be seen on the walls and celing.</span><br />&quot;What the...&quot; you say wide eyed<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pull your shirt over your mouth and nose as the smoke makes it harder to breathe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;� The front door can hardly be seen� but you do your best to make your way to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Reaching it, you attempt to push it open, the doors hot to the touch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's locked?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pushing it several times ignoring the heat confirms this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to ram it with your shoulder in a panic.</span><br />&quot;Hey! I'm in here open the door!&quot; You slam your shoulder into it several more times.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking a step back, you notice nails driven in, points facing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The door is boarded up...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Ha ya hear that? The beast is awake. &quot; some laughing is accompanied the unknown voice.</span><br /><br />&quot;Let me out!&quot; You yell angrily while looking around for another exit.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Oh hoho! The beast is making demands. You should be asking for your final requests instead. After all you have to pay for what you did you Beast!.&quot; More laughter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Shit...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to walk along the perimeter of the barn looking for a window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Finally you reach one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Throwing the glass up you realize that it's boarded up as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your stomach drops as you look around almost becoming frantic.</span><br />&quot; SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE! BIG MAC, APPLE JACK ANYONE! &quot;.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The smoke, with no where to vent becomes thick causing you to crawl just to get some air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take a breath and stand banging the boarded window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try punches,� kicks, shoulder rams.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All it leaves you with is bloodied knuckles, and spending up precious air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Despair begins to grip you as you can no longer see more than a few feet infront of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The flames are more visible on the inside of the barn now as it makes long loud creaks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You drop back down and lean your back on something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This is where you're going to die?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You went from Prince of Ponyville, to burning to death in a barn while being called a beast in days...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The lack of air begins to disorient you a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe it's better this way...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You find a strange peace overcome you when the idea of accepting this fate comes into mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wouldn't hurt anymore, or be a burden.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wouldn't be able to hurt Luna,� not that you would ever intend to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The pain and humiliation of what Twilight did to you would be gone...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't want to face it anyway, after all you were really are good at avoiding the problems.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What better way to than this...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Ironically enough you realize your back is to the barrels of Apple Jackdaniels.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You laugh a little to your self, followed by violent coughs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Blindly you reach up to a table for a glass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The heat just from reaching up a few feet is immense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel around for a glass, and actually find one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's hot to the touch, almost burning your hand, but you grab it anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some small pieces of the roof begin to fall down as red and orange embers around you, as you pour your drink un phased.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Finishing the pour, you look into the glass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your reflection looks back at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your ok with this...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's better for everyone...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The town thinks your a beast now for whatever reason, your wife made a fool out of everything you were, your sleeping on piles of hay, from a giant bed in a castle..</span><br />&quot; It's ok...&quot; you nod to yourself in reassurance a little as a larger support beam falls inwards towards the middle of the barn swirling the heavy smoke and sending more embers flying.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some graze your arms burning you a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Closing your eyes you only flinch slightly feeling the hot embers bounce from your skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Forcing them back open you hold your glass tightly.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sweat begins to soak your overalls and t shirt that the Apple family generously gave to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hold your glass up towards the Apple's home, or what you think is its general direction anyway.</span><br />&quot;Thank you all. Big Mac,� Apple Bloom, Granny Smith, Apple Jack... thanks...for absolutely everything, my family.&quot; your eyes burn and tear a little... must be the smoke...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You toss back the drink savoring it in your mouth before you drink it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sweet sting flows down your throat into your stomach.</span><br />&quot; Ahhh... now this stuff.. I'll miss most. &quot; you force a smile on your face as the fire crackles on the old wood nearing you.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You notice from the corner or your eyes that the fire has spread towards your direction faster than you thought.</span><br />&quot; This ol' barn is made of some dry wood huh..&quot; you say to no one.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your smile stays forced on your face as embers shower the floor behind you with a bright yellow and orange flare as they land.</span><br />&quot;Well old friend&quot; you say refilling your glass talking to the barrel still leaning back on it, &quot; It's been real, thanks for the nights I don't remember clearly, and for the good memories that I do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pat the barrel sipping from the glass as you are now sweating heavily from the increasing heat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The roof makes a deep groaning sound that causes even you to look up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The cascade of burning roof tiles and embers falling lazily is actually quite a gorgeous sight as they illuminated everything with its flickering reds oranges and yellows.</span><br />&quot;Beautiful... &quot; you whisper to yourself, now lacking air and hydration.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Who ever was outside must have left because they stopped with their smart ass comments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Anon?! ANON?!&quot; a higher pitch voice rings through the roar and crackling of the fire.</span><br />&quot;Who?&quot; you cough some, your throat being dried out by the smoke and fire. <span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon! Hang in there! Helps comin!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Bloom?� N..no!</span><br />&quot; Apple Bloom, &quot; You try to rasp out &quot; Get away from the barn!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;What!? &quot; you hear frustration in her voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The next sounds make your heart drop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hear her tiny hooves trying to kick in a part of the wall that's not burning.</span><br />&quot;Apple Bloom NO!&quot; your voice more of a roar than a yell at this point, you try crawling in the direction of the thumps.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her kicks are followed by her high pitch grunts as she gives every thing her tiny body can give into the bucking rear kick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But she is no Apple Jack yet, and definitely no Big Mac.�</span><br />&quot;Apple Bloom, sugar cube. PLEASE get away! It's too dangerous!.. it's ok, I can't have you getting hurt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon no!&quot; another high pitch grunt followed by a light knock onto the wall.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's breaking your heart to pieces hearing her try her absolute very hardest to save you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She kicks away with her innocent, naive determination, as every knock breaks your heart a little more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You make it to the wall she's kicking and place your hand against it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon! Talk to me!&quot; You feel the light knock on the wall with your hand as you can picture her wailing as hard as she possibly could.</span><br />&quot;Apple Bloom, if there's ever anytime you listened to me, please do it now.. PLEASE... GET AWAY FROM THE BARN!&quot; You choke up feeling her futile kicks on the wall as you yelled.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Holyyy.. Apple Bloom?� What in the HAY are ya doin here!?&quot; Apple Jacks voice is furious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anons inside!&quot; Apple Bloom shouts exhausted from her attempts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jacks gasp can be heard through the wall, &quot;Anon ya in there?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your voice isn't carrying anymore so you slap the wall a few times, your energy draining.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Big Mac! &quot; Apple Jack shouts panicked. &quot; BIG MAC! C'MERE! ANON'S TRAPPED!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her voice softens, &quot;Apple Bloom I need ya to get away from the barn ok sugar cube?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;b..but I wanna help!&quot; Apple Bloom pleads.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You'll help by doin that, now git!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The more powerful kicks of Apple Jack are now heard wailing on the wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The boards give and flex slightly splintering.�</span><br />&quot;Apple Jack&quot; you rasp. &quot; just go!&quot; You couldn't live with yourself if one of them got hurt because of you.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even on the brink of unconsciousness you knew this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; -slam-&quot;Ung!&quot; Apple Jack further splinters the wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Hang in there sugar cube, it's givin in&quot; she tries to reassure you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At the end of the sentence another support beam creaks loudly and snaps from place falling across the first large beam.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This causes the barn to release a deep growl as the entire roof shifts losing its support.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Wooaahh, &quot; You hear Apple Jack say in fear.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The heavier thumps of hoof steps of your best friend enters your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Big Mac,� can you take out that wall? Anon is stuck and this barn is gonna to drop!&quot; Apple Jack explained quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Eeyup!!&quot; He energetically says while he runs up to the wall planting his front hooves sturdily into the earth.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His rear legs lift up and back, followed by a large deep grunt from his powerful rear kick into the wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Splinters fly off the wall onto you as you begin to move back a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hear him rear up again for another kick with his grunting -rrah!-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This time the wall cracks open giving the smoke somewhere to escape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Thick black clouds billow from the cracks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He rears up again and with a mighty crash most of the wall breaks open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He goes to rush in for you, not knowing exactly where you are, but the smoke makes him back up as you hear him choking on it with heavy coughs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're barely able to stay awake at this point as you raise your hand to the giant open spot in the wall your vision blurred.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac takes a deep breath after backing up and charges in after you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His heavy hoof thumps approach your direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your feelings of joy are short lived as the sound of another support beam crackling and giving way enter your ears, this time it's above the both of you.</span><br />&quot;B..Big Mac&quot; you dryly rasp &quot;get out!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He hears your sounds and looks in your direction.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A look of relief overcomes him as he trots over to you quickly.</span><br />&quot; No!&quot; The cracking worsens.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He opens his mouth to speak but hears the same cracking and stressed wood sound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He looks up in time to see the wood support begin to collapse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It swings away a little away from you as it releases from the celing, but strikes the table and barrels you were leaning on before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That would have been it for you if Apple Bloom didn't come...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He looks back over to you from the crashing beam, concern now on his face, as he makes his way over sweating heavily from the heat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His teeth clamp around your collar as he begins to drag you towards the pony made entrance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He let's out a snorting exhale every few seconds as he drags you, maneuvering around the burning debris.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe you'll be fine after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking up with your blurred vision, you notice the look of sheer determination on Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking past him, you see the inside roof is almost completely engulfed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; New debris now blocks the straight path.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His eyes shoot left and right looking for the best route to get you out, as his grunts of effort echo in your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He is ignoring the imminent danger to drag your pathetic self out of this fire pit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Because of you, the last few ponies in all of Equestria that you cared about were in danger.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As you get closer the air rushing in brings some life back into your body.</span><br />&quot;H..hey. don't get these overalls dirty, I gotta give them back.&quot; You say with a rasp still disoriented.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He let's out a deep chuckle as he continued to drag you step by step.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hot glowing embers shower the area you both are passing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You see some roll from his back and neck, as he snorts and winces with his eyes closed tightly, but keeps his grip on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A loud crack catches both your ears as you hear Apple Jack scream, &quot;The roof! Look out!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At the end of that sentence you both looked up in time to see a large section of the roof coming down ontop of the both of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Using what little bit of energy you had you tried to push Big Mac away, twisting and planting your own feet into the earth, hands to his shoulder, shoving as hard as you could.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But he was just to big, and you, so weak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't know how far you were able to push him as charred and some still burning ply boards and two by fours came down on the both of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Darkness surrounds you as you are covered completly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The weight is heavy, and the wood hot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Is it over?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can hear your own heart pump hard in your chest after a few moments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There is some screaming outside but your ringing ears don't allow you to comprehend it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You think you're still breathing... are you?. did you die?...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'You're thinking and breathing right now aren't you.. The question you should be asking now is... are you going to let it end like this...' a voice deeper than your own echos in your thoughts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What the...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pain and heat begin to radiate throughout your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You must be coming to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The thought of Big Mac pushes his way into your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Now are we going to save your friend.. or are you to weak for that as well...'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ... n..no.. you have to save Big Mac, you think as your breathing becomes heavier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's not a question, you have to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This isn't how it ends, at the very least, not for him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not like this.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A surge of adrenaline causes your heart to pound heavily as you push upwards on the debris on top of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It begins to give as you slide it up and away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The smoldering wood burns your hands a little but you need to push through,� you need to save your friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Once your top half is free, you begin trying to pull your legs out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You spot Big Mac half covered from the ribs down, knocked out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He's bleeding from his head..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You suppose the push did work because any closer and he would have been completely under.</span><br />&quot;Big Mac! &quot; you scream while grunting trying to free yourself.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon!? Big Mac!&#160;?&quot; Apple Jack cried out from outside approaching the barn.</span><br />&quot;Stay outside! We got it!&quot; Your voice sounded..off. probably from the smoke and screaming.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your body writhes as you try to contort your way free.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The debris is beginning to burn you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were able to slip one leg out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of more wood crackling and buckling enters your ears.</span><br />&quot;I guess we don't get a break today do we&quot; you growl looking at Big Mac.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Placing your hands under the planks and debris trapping your last leg you pull up while pulling your leg out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Success.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It cost you some visible burns and cuts but your free now.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You quickly make your way over to Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Reaching him,� you begin to remove the debris away from him with relative ease, which begins to confuse you since you were barely able to walk a few moments ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Adrenaline you suppose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lift a charred two by four off of his leg and noticed he is burned on the�mid rear leg under his cutie mark.</span><br />&quot;Big Mac?&quot; You pat his cheek a little trying to wake him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking back up to the inferno surrounding you now, you realize you are in borrowed time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You grab him around the horse collar he is wearing and begin to drag him slowly but surely towards the pony made exit.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't get very far though as the sound of the barn giving way groans loudly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The higher part of the walls where the roof collapsed is now falling down in you direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your pupils narrow seeing this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There is no pushing out of the way for this one..</span><br />&quot; Sorry bud...&quot; you say before throwing yourself over Big Mac in a futile effort to protect him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You close your eyes waiting for the impending crushing burning pain, you do hear a snap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ... but, no pain? Nothing?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You open your eyes slowly as time seems to have halted to a crawl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The first thing you notice as your eyes adjust is the air you breathe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's fresh.. for the most part.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some thick black clouds still waft your way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes affix to your unconscious friend beneath you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His bright red fur is matted in his own� blood across the side of his face, as strands of blond from his mane cover his eyes and parts of his face as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You felt nausea in the depths of your stomach as you watch his crimson blood trickle across the matted fur.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sitting up from laying across his upper body another sight makes your heart sink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sit back in shock staring at a broken shard of wood jutting from Big Mac's side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Time seems to speed back up to normal as shock grips your body staring at the piece of splintered burnt wood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A midnight blue aura that bubbled the both of you fades as you hear multiple voices of panic approaching you.</span><br />&quot; B...Big..M?...&quot; you are unable to speak for the moment as you helplessly stare, his chest still rises and falls with his large breaths.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You rub his shoulder a little with a gentle shake.</span><br />&quot;C..C'mon bud, it's time to wake up. We made it..&quot; your voice is shaky as you keep a flood of emotion at bay, fear, guilt, anger all swirl inside of you.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; But there was time for those feelings later, right now your friend needed you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After a moment you spy the reason you're outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna is a short distance away leaning against a tree, her nose bleeds slightly from over exertion of her magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You've seen it happen to... Twilight.. a few times when she over did it on trying spells.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna seems to be catching her breath looking tired.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look towards the ba... where the barn was...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's now leveled in a heaping pile of flames.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The inferno devouring what was once a beautiful structure.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are unable to leave Big Mac's side for the time being.</span><br />&quot;Let's go Big Mac!� Wake up damnit!&quot; Your voice screams in anger yet concern.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look him over once more, not knowing what to do after he doesn't even flinch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're not even sure if you should move him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Would it worsen his injuries?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack, Apple Bloom,� and even Granny Smith are dashing your way, Granny Smith a little further back unable to keep up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack reaches you first, &quot;Sweet Celestia... Big Mac! &quot; She let's out a panicked scream.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Noo, no no no&quot; she closes the distance between you both.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her hooves hover over him not knowing if she should touch him or not.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks to you with wide eyes, tears beginning to spill. &quot;Anon. . Why? W..what happened? &quot;</span><br />&quot;He... &quot; you clear your throat trying to stay composed,� &quot;He tried to save me.. he did save me, all of you did.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She turns her attention back to him &quot;C'mon Big Mac! Yer the biggest baddest stallion this here part of Equestria. Ya can't let a little fire do this to ya!&quot; She tries speaking to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He doesn't respond.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Bloom darts up but stops abruptly when Big Mac comes into her vision.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She stands in shock, her mouth hangs open and her eyes are wide with her big red bow disheveled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She falls back to her flank, trying to mouth some words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Granny Smith wasn't far behind her and was ready to do to same until she noticed Apple Bloom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She walked up behind her and covered her eyes with one hoof and spun her around with the other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;C'Mere you, let Anon and your big sister help Big Mac dear. I'm sure he'll be fineee.&quot; Her elderly voice comforting Apple Bloom makes your heart ache.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't know yourself if he's going to be fine.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon, we need to get him to a hospital.&quot; Apple Jack begins to think out loud.</span><br />&quot;Yea, but your closest wagons were in there...&quot; you gesture towards the smoldering ashes that once was the barn.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Well we gotta figure somethin out!!&quot; She tries to move some of his mane out of his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna catches your attention as she slowly walks your direction looking drained, some crimson still coming from her nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack looks confused as she looks from Princess Luna to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Perhaps we can help once more?...&quot; Luna says tiredly.</span><br />&quot;Luna we need to get him to a hospital&quot; your expression is pleading.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She nods in agreement looking Big Mac over. &quot;We may be able to send two of you close enough..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not letting a split second pass Apple Jack shouts, &quot;Well Whaddya waitin on Princess? Send us already!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She really must be panicked to speak to Luna like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna looks to you for approval.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As much as you want to go, it's probably better for Apple Jack to for now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You could meet them there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking over to Luna,� you nod.</span><br />&quot;I'll be there soon AJ...&quot; you say reassuringly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're sure she heard you, but her attention never left Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna's horn begins to glow with an expanding midnight blue aura surrounding it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes scrunch while closed as she appears to be focusing hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The hospital was far after all, and from what you remember the farther the distance the more it took out of them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The small midnight blue aura surrounds Apple Jack and Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack looks over to you, her eyes watery and full of fear, for a moment before� -SNAP-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some grass and lose dirt spin up from where they were.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They were gone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A cough shakes your chest, as the remnants of smoke that stain your lungs try to clear its self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It causes you to arch forward and use your hands for support.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take a few deep breaths and look to Luna.</span><br />&quot;Did they make it?&quot; You question through labored breathing.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She holds her foreleg to her bleeding nose looking simply exhausted and nods. &quot;Yes my dear Anon... They did.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nod back to her and stare at the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your body is becoming heavy to support as your adrenaline begins to wear and your own injuries become more apparent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Two Lunar Guards land quickly but lightly and almost silently next to Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; One of them speaks concerned,� &quot;My Princess, are you injured??&quot; Taking notice to her bloody nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We are fine Night Tide... just tired is all.. Thank You&quot; she lowers her foreleg from her nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Tired.. you guess you are as well as your arms finally give out and your chest and face land on the cool grass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The adrenaline has faded and one more cough rocks your body, attempting to expel the soot you were breathing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your stare is out on the burning barn as your face lies on the grass, watching it barely even feed the fire anymore as it sends its black and gray smoke into the night sky.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your vision and hearing are blurred and muffled as the time passing becomes indistinguishable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel like you're moving but you can't really tell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The cool feeling of the night chilled grass that was once on your soot smeared face is replaced by something warm as voices come and go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Only being able to hear bits and pieces, it's difficult to put the conversations together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You breathe but it's as if the oxygen isn't getting into your lungs enough to satiate your body's need of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Help him!&quot; A recognizable voice rings clearly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A pony with a white jacket and glasses momentarily enters your vision as it blurs back out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We dont....&quot; more mumbling, &quot; different anatomy...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A booming voice rumbles your body, tensing your chest bringing you back to semi consciousness, &quot;WE DO NOT CARE ABOUT THAT, YOU WILL HELP HIM OR YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE INSIDE OF A HOSPITAL AGAIN!&quot; Her wings are flared as he cowers, his glasses tilt almost off his face as he stares wide eyed..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You glance to the poor pony who seems to have the soul scared out of him, then to Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can only see the side of her as she breaks out her 'Canterlot Voice'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A deep chested cough brings her attention to you as she turns her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Those teal eyes that simply melt you no matter what you were feeling, weren't there anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The whites of her eyes were filled with a lighter teal, her pupils long narrow slits, and points to her teeth can be seen as she gasps noticing you're somewhat awake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some black, almost stripe like lines,� can be seen around her coat, now receding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes, alien to you, lock with your half lidded semi conscious ones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She hides her face, almost in shame as she takes a few steps away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The doctor seeing an opportunity to escape calls out, &quot;Ok let's get some oxygen going, somepony get me an I.V a....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You fade back out.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You get wheeled out towards a room while several ponies attempt to figure out how to help you.</span><br />----<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Princess Luna</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart sinks at the scene Anon just saw you create.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The face you preferred unseen made its self very well known to everypony around, including the one you wanted to hide it from the most, Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He looked at you like he's never seen you before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Like you were a monster..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't help but to hide your face under your mane and turn away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes close as your emotional overload calms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel your features return to.. 'Normal' as the darkness on your coat fades.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Myy ohh myy.. We remember that look don't we?.. The look of fear. He's not going to want to be near us now. Just like everypony else.' The whispering internal voice seems almost amused by this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Tears bead at the corner of your closed eyes, as you feel these words to be true.</span><br />&quot; We... apologize. &quot; you say stepping back, no one listens as your dear Anonymous gets wheeled away with a busy crowd of medical staff scurrying around him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your trusted guard, Night Tide approaches your side face stoic as ever, &quot;Princess Luna, perhaps we should find a place for you to rest. You have over exerted yourself enough for this night.&quot; He cautiously advises.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nod as you find a waiting room to rest at until Anon is ready.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Over exertion wasn't the words, thinking back you can't recall the last time the over use of magic caused your nose to bleed, or had you so weak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You understood you weren't at your strongest but still..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sitting in the dark waiting room you can only replay the events in your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What you should have done, what you could have done better..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How you frantically tried to track his location from his dream.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The taxing repetitive teleportation spells of you and others during your search, sending everypony to the hospital with it again all so soon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The guilt of not being there another five seconds sooner to help his closest friend.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The whole scene he observed you make.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The way he looked at you pains your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After a while of silent mental self abuse you call out to your guard who faithfully stands post at the door.</span><br />&quot;Night Tide, if you would be so kind, can you determine what room Anonymous will be staying in?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Of course Princess Luna. &quot; he gives a quiet sharp salute and does as you request.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The least you could do is be there when he wakes.</span><br />-----<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sunlight beams through the window highlighting your closed eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Squeezing them tighter to block the sun, you shield them with your right hand and look away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How long were you out for?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You notice an I.V in your arm and some type of improvised oxygen mask over your nose and mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After sliding the uncomfortable mask off you go to� massage your temples when you realize your left arm is weighed down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking down through squinted eyes you notice a chair is pulled up next to your bed with a sleeping midnight blue mare sitting, leaning over onto your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her hooves wrap around your arm and head rests on your lower stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She snores lightly every few seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She's still here, for real this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; By her snores it appears she never left..</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Doing nothing for a moment you just watch her, before taking your free hand and running it lightly over the top of her head and behind her ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her ear twitches lightly in her sleep as you do this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;hmm~..&quot; she nuzzles into your stomach a little more followed by another light snore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hand rests on the side of her neck, your thumb stroking it gently, as you reflect the inferno you just escaped.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were ready to accept death.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Ready to let it go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If Apple Bloom didn't come when� she did... well you saw the burning beam with your name on it crash..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Also if Big Mac didnt...</span><br />&quot; Big Mac! &quot; you accidentally yell as your mind begins to race.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna raises her head in a frantic wake up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her mane falls sloppily over her face as she jerks up &quot;Wha, who?? Anon?? A-are you alright??� &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks to you, mane disheveled over her face placing a hoof to your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your concern is still high but seeing her like this takes you down a few pegs, you want to smile at it but your mind is focused on Big Mac's well being at the moment.</span><br />&quot; I'm sorry Luna.&quot; You carefully remove some of her mane from her face.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; It's quite alright Anonymous.. &quot; She yawns and squints at the daylight.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Big Mac you said correct? &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I informed the doctors that he is to receive special attention,� and to notify us immediately of any changes to his condition. &quot;</span><br />&quot;So he's still...&quot; your dry voice trails.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;... Resting, yes.&quot; She said trying to word it more comforting.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Try to relax my dear Anonymous.&quot; She strokes your arm while speaking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Somehow it soothes you as you feel your body relax into the hospital bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She scoots her head under your arm putting her head back to her original sleeping position.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She speaks while laying on you, not facing you, &quot;We also want to apologize for the way we.. presented ourselfs to you. I understand if you were frightened by..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You close your eyes as your fingers gently scratch her withers cutting her uncomfortable apologies off, &quot;We don't need to talk about it now..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A small smile crosses her tired face as she nuzzles into you letting out a small approving sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;If you say so my dear Anonymous..&quot; clearly enjoying your attention</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A few hoof taps can be heard outside the door as it begins to open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The door pushes open, a few more hoof clack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Then a pause.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon?...&quot; The voice, confused, shaking, painfully familiar, like nails on a chalk board to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel Luna tense up on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There's no need to look towards the entrance, you know who stands there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight...</span><br />[Rewind (lel)]<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You carried a small breakfast platter of scrambled eggs pancakes and fruits with a little foil lidded cup of orange juice from the hospital in your aura of magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It been only a few hours,� if that, since the news of a fire at Sweet Apple Acres was broken to you by your Guards who heard Apple Jack came in with an injured Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You recall while you walk to Anon's room down an empty hall.</span><br />~~~~<br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's been a few days since you dared to close your eyes longer than a few moments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You couldn't take the nightmares that plagued you when you rested enough to dream.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The disgust you felt at the memories you used to find to be exhilarating, and exciting made you physically feel dirty when you woke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The weight of guilt was heavy in your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The images in your head of the tears you saw Anon fight back, were like daggers in your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The lack of sleep made it difficult to think straight and your body cried for rest, as your mind terrorized you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stare out of the open balcony doors, small breezes wave the sheer decorative curtains.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart is heavy, There was no reason for him to...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A knock at the door startled you causing your nerves to tense your body, losing your train of thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Who would be disturbing you this early?</span><br />&quot; Who is it?.. &quot; you ask tiredly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Shield Oath,� my Princess. A thousand apologies, but I have very important news you'll want to hear.&quot; He says through solid ornate wood doors.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Shield Oath must have a good reason for this, he would never inform you of anything in this manor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At the soonest he would wait to fill you in with any manor of information after you have established yourself for the morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With this in mind you hop to your hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A chilly breeze sweeps the room as the curtains gust in your direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You make a slightly pained expression towards the opened doors as your gaze averts to the closed wooden doors..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pushing them open, he takes a step back standing tall at attention.</span><br />&quot;Shield, it's to early and I'm way to tired for formalities. What's the news?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;O..of course. I apologize again, but we have received word that there has been a devastating fire at Sweet Apple Acres. A pony by the name of Big Mac is being treated for significant injures. He's there with a mare, your friend Princess,... Apple Jack. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes are wide in disbelief as your ears drop.</span><br />&quot;Is everypony ok?? Are his injuries bad? Was there any..pony else?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We dont know Princess. We have readied an escort for you to go if you decide to.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Of... of course. I'll be ready in a moment. &quot; you gently close the doors.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You know Anon was at the farm, but they didn't make any mention of him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He would have been the first to be mentioned right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well at the very least he would be there eventually, that's his family.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The idea of running into him at the hospital with things. .. unresolved leaves you both excited and anxious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But this isn't about you now, it's for Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That's what matters.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You shake off your selfish thoughts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Splashing your face off with water attempting to wash away the exhaustion,� you prepare yourself for the trip, mentally and physically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It wasn't terribly far from the castle and you hated to have an escort with you, but you realized it came with the territory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The trip was short and the sun was just rising.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Entering through the doors you meet with a receptionist who gives you a look of shock, followed by a generic smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Good morning Princess, how may I help you? &quot; She asks gingerly</span><br />&quot;I'm here to see a patient I heard is here, by the name of Big Mac?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Let's seeeee...&quot; her voice trails as she shuffles some papers trying to see if it's filed with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; While she searches for papers a pony in a white coat and glasses with exhausted eyes speaks with a nurse. &quot;I should be home with my wife by now, she's never going to let me hear the end of it.... -sigh- We have that Big Red or whatever his name is, in stable condition for now. But that Anonemoose... his anatomy is difficult. Hell a vet would have probably been a better choice than here. His anatomy is probably closer to a damn monkey than a pony.�He appears to be alright but his smoke inhalation was pretty severe. Make sure they keep up with his oxygen and keep his fluids going.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your ears point up as a chill of fear runs down your spine.</span><br />&quot;Excuse me!&quot; You run towards the doctor frantically.<br />&quot;Hey!&quot; You grab his attention by yelling unintentionally loud.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; For whatever reason he shrinks back as you swear he says something like ,'not again'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What the?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What's that supposed to mean?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You raise an eyebrow but he's not your concern now.</span><br />&quot;Did you say you had an individual by the name of Anonymous here?&quot; Your voice is again unintentionally panicked and loud.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Y - yes Princess Twilight. &quot; he looks scared.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why does HE look scared?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're the one who's scared, no one told you your husband is hospitalized!</span><br />&quot; Is he ok!? What's wrong with him!? Where is he!? Can I see him?!&quot; You accidentally begin to ramble.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He coughs a bit behind his hoof getting you to slow down. &quot;As far as we can tell he is stable, he will need some rest. He appears to have suffered from pretty bad smoke inhalation, and treatable cuts bruises and burns. Visiting hours will begin shortly..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It must have been bad for him to come to a hospital,� you know how much he hates them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;If you want to bring him food, I recommend he eat well and rest alot. We have him on oxygen and an I.V for hydration.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nod turning to your Guards, it'll be a good excuse to get them off your back.</span><br />&quot;Both of you, can you take a trip back to the castle and have the chef prepare Prince Anonymous a breakfast platter?&quot; Haste was in your voice.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; They both look at eachother, &quot;B..But Princess. &quot;</span><br />&quot; I'll be just fine in a hospital thank you. The faster you get this done the faster you'll be back correct?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Yes Princess..&quot; they reluctantly agree and about face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As they leave you continue your questioning on the doctor.</span><br />&quot;What is the condition on the other stallion, Big Mac.&quot; Your tone inquisitive.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His exhausted features face a table for a moment, &quot;For now, Stable. Some broken bones, lacerations, evidence of blunt force trauma to his head. Our concern is the puncture wound and what kind of internal damage it may have caused. We will need to run tests soon as he's only recently stable. But please, take a seat and give us an opportunity to make rounds before we open up visitors hours.&quot;</span><br />&quot;o..okay&quot; you reluctantly agree, but aren't going to let him off with what you over heard. &quot;Oh and doctor? &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He looks back up facing you.</span><br />&quot; Let me hear you say my husband should be at a veterinarian instead of in the hooves of medical professionals again, and I'll make sure that you're out of here so fast that you'll be wishing that you could even be a veterinarian after I make sure you never practice medicine again.&quot; Your tired face is stern.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;o..of course. My sincerest apologies Princess. &quot; his face bright red.</span><br />&quot;Make sure they're both well treated. They are both incredibly important to me and I will have nothing but the best care for them.&quot; Your own tired yet serious eyes could burn a hole through him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He nods walking off trying to look busy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The nerve...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You make your way to the waiting area as your mixed emotions flood you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fear was at the fore front wondering what in the world happened to Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Relief that he was at least ok, even a bit of happiness that you would be able to see him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; An opportunity to sit one on one, it's not like he can avoid you now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's an opportunity to help him get better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nurse him back to health so to speak, he'll have to see how much you still care then.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This breakfast will be your first step towards a new beginning, you're sure of it..</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A short amount of time passes as you spy your Guards returning with box.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They approach you, &quot;Here you are Princess,� as ordered.&quot; They happily release the box into your aura grip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You magic open the box and see it contains a silver platter with a matching dome lid to cover it's contents.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Still hot, great!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Digging through the box you notice there's nothing else, no drink.</span><br />&quot; Ummm there's no drink in here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Their faces drop a little as you over hear them scuffle an back and fourth in argument &quot;I told you to get...&quot; -� &quot;I thought you....&quot;� - &quot; I got the box how could i&quot; - &quot;How was I supposed to get a full glass of... &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They both notice you staring at the same time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Apologies Princess&quot; they lower their heads. &quot;We must have..forgot it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Guess you'll grab a drink from the cafeteria before you go in.</span><br />&quot;Ok.. thank you anyway. You can stay here&quot; you are annoyed but try not to show it.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; They acknowledged you with a salute, their golden armor cranked as they did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Normally nothing like this ever bothered you, but the lack of sleep and the stress seem to be adding up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You make a quick stop at the cafeteria for some orange juice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You had a light pep in your step, internally secretly happy that you'll be able to help Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You end up settling for a small cup of orange juice with one of those foil lids.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hospital food, bleh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You approach a desk.</span><br />&quot;Excuse me I'm look for an Anonymous? &quot; you say with the food tray and drink in your auras grasp.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Of course! &quot; the nurse happily responded</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Down at the end of this hall to the right.� First door to the right.&quot; She gestured with a hoof.</span><br />&quot; Thank you. &quot; you turned and made your way down the long empty cold hall.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Random beeps from heart monitors caught your ears as you pass by some rooms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Coughs and sneezes are heard from un determined locations.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No wonder he hates hospitals so much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They're sickly and depressing...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You accidentally spy an elderly colt in a room alone on his hospital bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sight is enough for you to decide to keep your head straight and make it to the end of the hall to the one thing that you know will make you feel better, your Prince,� your love.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hopefully he'll be receptive to your help.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wash out the depressing surroundings as the idea of you feeding him his breakfast in bed and him thanking you makes a little giddy smile cross your face.</span><br />~~~~<br />[Back to (caught up to) present]<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Reaching the end of the long cold hall, you make your right as your hooves clack in the barren hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You examine the door and notice a clipboard with a 'patient's name: Anonemoose' on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It annoys you, but you found the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pushing the door open you think you'll need to contain your excitement so it doesn't come off as weird...You were still concerned though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take a few steps in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's not like he wont need the help...?</span><br />&quot;A...Anon?...&quot; Without meaning to, your voice is full of shaking uncertainty.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stand there frozen, as you watch Princess Luna raise her head from his stomach, her hooves still wrapped around his arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Was she nuzzling into him?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And Anon... his hand rubbing her withers...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The way he would, with you when you cuddled into him...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The way you loved...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your aura loses its grip on the breakfast tray you were carrying in your confusion,� and lands in the floor with a loud crash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The metal clanks and glass shatters , as the food flys across the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All you can do is stare in disbelief.</span><br />&quot;W..whaaa.. what...&quot; you stammer.<br />&quot;Anon? What's this about?...&quot; Your heart physically hurts at the sight of him doing something you loved to somepony else, even if it is Princess Luna.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; His hand retracts to his side as Luna now moves to stand, not scared,� but visibly uncomfortable.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon won't look at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why won't he look at you??</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're his WIFE!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sure you made a mistake.. ...mistakes, your exhaustion and heavy heart makes sure you remember that every second of every day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel like your guilt is a constant weight you carry on your shoulders, a burden you will never rid yourself of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But he's been purposely avoiding you now for a while.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You need a chance to speak with him... even if he doesn't want to.</span><br />&quot; Anon...&quot; you try saying gently as he still doesn't face you, an anger seeps through your tone.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; His eyes are closed and his head angles down a bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your exhaustion isn't helping your rational thinking as your attention turns to Luna.</span><br />&quot;And why exactly are you here with my husband Luna? Why were you informed of his arrival here before I, HIS WIFE, was...&quot; Your tired blood shot eyes stare, an air of accusation in your tone.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Why young Twilight, we are the bringer of the moon and rulers of the night. How would we not have know first?..&quot;Luna attempts to sound innocent.</span><br />&quot;It's morning Luna...&quot; her eyes narrow at her. &quot;And what does being ruler of the night have to do with your head on my husband,� with your hooves around him...&quot; A venom is injected into your words.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Young Twilight... We believe this is neither the time nor place for this discussion. Prince Anonymous is quite weak at the moment and needs his rest. This stress will be of no help to him.&quot; Her tone and posture, even and composed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She's telling you what YOUR husband needs?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Without noticing,� your own composure begins to deteriorate.</span><br />&quot; I'm quite aware of what my husband needs Luna.&quot; Your eye twitches.<br />&quot; But you have avoided my question... Why are you here?.. Also for that matter why were you at the show with him? You were 'dancing' awfully close.&quot; Your tone is increasingly aggressive as your rant continues.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna raises an eyebrow at you. &quot;Why young Twilight, if we didn't know any better we would say you were spying on us..&quot;</span><br />&quot;PRINCESS...Twilight... &quot; your voice unexpectedly loud correcting her condescending title. &quot;And MY PRINCE Anonymous...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna seems to become upset at the second half of your retort, &quot;Well, Young Twilight. &quot; she puts emphasis on the title you just corrected.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Perhaps you should have focused more on 'your Prince' rather than your own selfishness. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes narrow once more at her as your body becomes hot with anger and embarrassment.</span><br />&quot;What are you saying Luna..&quot; your voice low as the last bit of restraint can be heard leaving your voice.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We think you know exactly what we are saying, Twilight...&quot; The way she looks at you, she knows your secret..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How? You've barely slept, and have lied to your own closest friends about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon.... did you?</span><br /><br />---<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your chest is tight with stress, making the already difficult task of getting full breaths of air, even more difficult.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The feeling of Luna tensing up on your arm doesn't help.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon?.. &quot; Twilight tries to get your attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Everything you have been trying to avoid is finally catching up with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Crashing down on you like the roof of the inferno you just escaped.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart thumps hard as you close your eyes and look down a little both trying to control your breathing and calm yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Well... isn't this quite the situation... your new infatuation in the same room as your unfaithful wife...' The sentence echos in your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You inhale deeply trying to calm your nerves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I'm quite aware of what MY husband needs&quot; enters your ears, causing your heart to ache more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why is she talking like this? Like she didn't do anything,� like you're rightfully hers..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ' &quot;My husband&quot; hm?.. convenient timing of titles no?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Even more amusing... The difficulty you're having right now Anonymous...' The voice seeming entertained now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;MY Prince&quot; Twilight's voice enters your hearing again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You almost wince.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'heh heh.. I know you're hearing this..'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Without noticing your eyes shut tighter and hands made into fists.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't tell if these are your thoughts or if you're going crazy, you think to your self , 'am I losing it?...'</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Losing it? Heh heh. We are fine, &quot;your wife&quot; on the other hand... well maybe we should be paying attention. '</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;What are you saying Luna...&quot; Her voice still strikes pain into your heart to hear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A conflicting feeling plagues your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight's voice, the voice that used to bring you comfort and happiness, is tainted by her lies and deceit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A very small part of you still feels that comfort.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The distant piece of you that wishes none of her... mistakes ever happened, so you both could have lived out a happy marriage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Why Anon... Why is this so difficult for you. She broke your heart... Betrayed your trust.. Lied and cheated... Took advantage of you...You beat a stallion nearly to death because of HER.. Slept in piles of hay because of HER. What is this I'm still sensing in you??.. You, you still-'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes shut tightly and your brow furrows.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to argue internally. 'Stop it! What are you!? I don't want you in my head!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Why, how could you say such a thing?..&quot; The voice mockingly indignant &quot; With out me, you would have never made it out of that barn... Big Mac wouldn't have stood a chance. I am exactly what you need Anonymous... I am the strength you lack to get anything done.. I'm only here to... help.&quot; The voice deep as it grips your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna speaks up, &quot;We think you know exactly what we are saying... Perhaps, your attention should have been on your Prince, rather than Flash, 'Princess Twilight' &quot; her voice becomes dryly sarcastic when she says her name with the title.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;How, Dare You!&quot; Twilights voice accents every word as her purple aura grips the silver tray on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna appears to be humored by her loss of control as she wears a smug smirk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a grunt Twilight launches the ornate silver tray towards Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna doesn't even flinch as she keeps her grin, the tray reflects off a deep blue glowing half sphere sending it away towards the wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of the metal crashing to the floor snaps your internal conflict as your surroundings slowly set back to reality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The name Flash burns in your ears and puts fury in your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's his fault... all of this..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight's horn glows wildly highlighting the room with her deep magenta aura.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;He is MY HUSBAND! STAY AWAY FROM HIM!&quot; Twilight's voice cracks as she begins to sound frantic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna takes a slow stride standing infront of your bed, from beside it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her grin fades a little.</span><br />----<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You must stand between, whatever young Twilight is about to do, and Prince Anonymous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She appears to have lost control, and you don't want him to get hurt because of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Deflecting a laughable piece of debris was one thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you have hardly recovered from the over exertion from the day before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The mass frantic teleportations of yourself and others, maintaining your dream interception with Anon, still setting the moon for Celestia to raise the sun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have barely slept a wink as well, the daylight uncomfortable on your tired eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Now you have a very upset, and talented new Alicorn, standing furiously infront of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Well look at this... We know you'll definitely be needing... help, with this one..' you scowl at both the voice and the show of force Twilight threatens against you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; A very unwise decision young Twilight...&quot; you try to warn her before she strikes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She doesn't seem to register anything as she appears to be preparing to blast you with some concentrated magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hate to do this...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Honestly you do.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You think to your self 'I suppose you are correct... I have not the strength at this time' the voice of your thoughts dejected.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Laugher echos in your mind as you respond with your thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your wings flare out as your eyes open wide and your open mouth smile bares sharpened teeth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It is painful, you feel your eyes ache as your pupils narrow to slits and a paler teal fills the whites of your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Darkness envelopes your coat as you now stare at Twilight with an aggressive smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As much as you hate it, you feel much stronger than before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; More... in control of the situation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight seems to have lost some of her fighting spirit staring at you with wide eyes, her magic faded.</span><br />&quot; Do not blame us, for your own irresponsibility Twilight. You chose Flash Sentry even though Prince Anonymous was Loyal to you. You have done this to yourself! You have hurt a good husband, and someone very dear to us for selfish reasons.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She tries to stare angrily at you acting unintimidated, but the beads of tears that begin to well causes you to bare a sharp toothed smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I love Anonymous!&quot; Tears begin to stream down her cheeks as she maintains her angry stare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Stay away from him, you MONSTER!&quot; Her voice cracks again appearing to have lost her own sanity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Quickly at the end of her sentence Twilight takes a step back with her rear hoof bracing herself for a blast from her horn which flickers wildly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes go from wide to angry at the name monster..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'See Luna, the truth comes out... You know they're afraid of you... You're simply a monster to them.' You snort out loud after the thoughts fill your head.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight's horn concentrates it's aura to the end of it, before it comes at you with a crack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Ready for it, you send back your own, now more teal colored magic, to meet hers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Both collide at the half way point between the both of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The difference being Twilight looks like she's putting alot more effort into hers with her face scrunched and her teeth grit hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You simply lower your eyebrows slightly still meeting her stressed gaze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Colorful sparks fly and bounce from the floor from where both magics meet as you hold hers in place with relative ease.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'She can't defeat us alone, it took all of her friends last time' your voice echos, entertained.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have had enough as your force your own magic closer to Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The look in your narrow slit pupil eyes hungry for victory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hungry for her pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You want her to suffer for hurting Anonymous,� for threatening you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can almost taste it as your magic overpowers hers, coming closer and closer to her horn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She doesn't deserve him... She DOESN'T. ..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to lose yourself in the fight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight is struggling to no avail, as her eyes closed tightly still fighting back, now sweating, letting out grunts of effort.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She will learn... And you will be the one to teach the mighty Princess Tw..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;ENOUGH..&quot; a two toned voice of Anonymous and one deeper, rings out behind you almost in Canterlot style.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Simontaneously, both your attacks end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She drops her head taking deep breaths trying to recover.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You turn back to... your dear Anonymous?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His eyes open, and for a brief moment you observe a purple mist emit from the corners of his eyes,.. his eyes...they also appeared green, with red irises? ...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As quickly as you noticed it, it was gone.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were being selfish...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You realize this now as you glance over to Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Giving her one last snort, you return to his bedside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Between then and when you turned back to Twilight, your features returned to a familiar sight to him.</span><br />&quot; We apologize my dear Anonymous.&quot; You place a hoof on his hand with your back blocking the sight from Twilight.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a long drawn inhale composure finds its way back to you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart skips a beat as you realize that your dear Anonymous doesn't look very happy.</span><br />&quot;A..Anonymous?&quot; Concern on your face.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You realize you might have gone a little far, but he must realize you were defending yourself along�with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Luna.. I can never repay you for saving Big Mac and myself, and I sincerely thank you... But I should talk to Twilight for a moment..&quot; his tone was even.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It looked like he had difficulty saying this none the less.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This... was not what you were expecting, or at all what you wanted to hear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A lump forms in your throat as you try to tell him it's ok.</span><br />&quot;Our dearest Anonymous... You will never have to thank us... We recall what you said, and as promised... we understand..&quot; you visibly look upset as you choke back your pride.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Thank you...&quot; his hand turned and gently stroked your hoof and foreleg causing you to smile slightly, all blocked from her vision.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His touch softens your mood as it sends a small chill up your leg.</span><br />&quot;You know where we'll be.&quot; You resist the want of a kiss from him after catching your self moving towards him momentarily, settling for his caress on your foreleg.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; After he nods, you turn to Twilight with a look that cries out that your biting your tongue, as you do your very best to remain outwardly composed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Unfortunately, and very much against your wishes, you take your leave as requested by your dear Anonymous...</span><br /><br />---<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't want to ask Luna to leave but nothing would have been accomplished had she stayed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They would have continued fighting until somepony... by the looks of it Twilight... would have gotten hurt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You watch as the disheveled Twilight stares harshly at her departure, still catching her breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight turns to you, but the look on her face is hard to read.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Is she upset with you because Luna was here?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's not like you wanted Twilight here, she should have know that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Obviously you have been doing everything you could to avoid her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You notice the food across the floor, a small cup of orange juice rocked near the floor of your bed, the little foil top still holding it's contents inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some eggs... and fruits, all scattered about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her slightly saddened eyes scan the mess as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; W...was she just bringing you food?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But why..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hated her so much for putting you in this position.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She takes a few steps towards your bed, her expression blank for the most part.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Tension rises in you over the simple movement and not being able to read the look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's still difficult to even look at her, the shell of the one you once loved.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You swear... if she tries to blame you for...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A sudden squeeze around your upper body stops your thought process.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What the?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A familiar, comforting scent relaxes you slightly, causing your shoulders to drop somewhat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't even notice... she's, she's hugging you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Burying her face into your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sobbing..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sniffling..</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel an emotional split rip you to pieces inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It hurts you that she's crying,� a throbbing ache grips your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sounds of her light sobs absolutely tears down your defense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But at the same time it angers you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Who does she think she is to just walk in here like she still owns you after ruining you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'She is the very reason you almost died Anonymous... twice... She is also the reason Big Mac is in here as well.. And this relaxes you?.. If I didn't know any better it's like she wants us dead..' The deep voice chimes in again, bringing you back to &quot;reality&quot;.</span><br />&quot;Stop it..&quot; you say accidentally out loud,� your eyes closed.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight looks up from your shoulder, her purple fur is slightly matted wet with tears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;J-just let me have at least this... just for a little..&quot; her voice quiet but full of a sense of pleading.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say nothing,� your expression relatively blank.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She accepts your no response as an ok to continue as she pushes the side of her face into your shoulder lightly again, her hooves squeeze you back into a hug firmly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A hand rises to place itself onto it's familiar resting place... her withers...as her scent invades your sense of smell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Dont.. you.. dare.. Anonymous.. This is what she wants... And your going to eat it up like this? She HUMILIATED YOU. Have you forgotten so soon?! She is going to say and do whatever it takes to make you believe she is sorry. And you know what? I bet you she is sorry Anonymous... Sorry she got CAUGHT... I guarantee if you didn't catch her, her boy toy would be balls deep-..' Your hand drops back to the bed loudly stopping the rant, as you stare angrily at the wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's right... She would...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The only reason she stopped was she was caught,� nothing else...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She's staring back up at you again, her eyes concerned and watery, &quot;Anon? Are you alright?� S-should I get a nurse or-&quot;</span><br />&quot;I cant do this...&quot; You say dryly<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She shrinks back still holding on to you, &quot; What?..&quot; she looks down at your chest, feeling your heart pound heavily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Maybe I'll get a nurse or a doctor, I don't think you're feeling well...&quot; She tries diverting the topic desperately.</span><br />&quot;Twilight..&quot; you say sternly looking at her now.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Just, just let me take care of you now. You don't have to worry about a-&quot; Her hooves keep busy momentarily adjusting your blanket, fixing up your shirt, and running across your cheek gently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your voice rings a little more sternly.</span><br />&quot;Twilight... &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her expression drops slightly.</span><br />&quot;You were going to walk into this room today expecting what?.. To bring me food, me forgot everything you put me though... Magically forget the pain and humiliation you made me feel?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I just... wanted to help you.. You haven't given me much of a chance to say or do much..&quot; she replied quietly withholding her plan.</span><br />&quot;Say or do what? Explain your colt friend to me? Your little boy toy is the reason Big Mac and me are here to begin with. The reason I almost died twice now.. And you were going to fix that... with food.. which by the looks of it, the castle chefs made?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She replied quickly,� &quot; Don't call him that.. I never want to see or hear of him again...What do you mean twice?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Once right after I caught you....WITH...him... and when he set the Apple's barn on fire with me in it.<br />I owe them and Luna my life. &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; An angry expression crosses her face at the mention of Luna, &quot;You don't owe her anything, Flash couldn't have set that barn on fire!&quot;</span><br />&quot;And why exactly is that, Detective Twilight...&quot; you shoot back with an angry sarcastic tone.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a full angry reflexive response,� she fires back, &quot;BECAUSE,� he came to the cas....&quot; She bites her tongue catching what she was about to admit, even if it cleared him being at the barn.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fire ignites in your body as you stare at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Heh heh... and you were feeling sorry for her.. comforted by her.. still thinking that you loved her... ' The voice that speaks echos broadly with a slower pacing in an almost mocking victorious tone.</span><br />&quot;Well Twilight...&quot; a piece of you begins to die while you answer. &quot;When you're right you're right.. He couldn't have possibly burnt down the Apple's barn, almost killing me and Big Mac. Sounds like he was to busy Fucking you again...&quot; a dead eyed stared lands on her as you begin to sit up.<br />&quot;Get off of me...&quot; your tone is low barely a whisper holding back a flood gate of emotions.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her face is in shock at your accusation, &quot;That's not it at all Anon!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Get off..of me...&quot; your eyes close, as you attempt to hold your composure.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon, that's not what happened!&quot; She's pleading now. &quot;It.. that just came out bad is all!&quot;</span><br />&quot;There is no good way to say you did it again Twilight... You're defending the colt that ruined our 'marriage' and my life. I know what I heard, I was THERE... Accepting the fact that I was about to be dead, and being ok with it because I wouldn't have to face you and what you did. What I never thought I would have to face though,� is you actually defending him... They said I had to pay for what I did to Flash... What &quot;I&quot;.. did to Flash...&quot; You angrily gesture to your chest. &quot; As if he didn't come into my life and absolutely devastate it. I.. the 'Beast' have to pay even more now. Now Big Mac. ..&quot; You catch yourself rambling as you cut yourself off looking away, your heart pounds.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You inhale sharply trying to feed your body the oxygen you find it lacking, ending your rant.</span><br />&quot;Now Twilight... get. off. of. me&quot; your voice almost a growl accenting each word.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks at you in shock and disbelief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes water as she stares into yours looking for someone she can't seem to find.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are very fully aware that you hurt Anon, but to hear this rant..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The way he said it to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The unfiltered hurt and anger that spilled from his language and tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His body language.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hearing him admit he was ready to accept death because of you...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You want to make it better, but you have not the slightest idea how at this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anything you say he won't believe anyway, and rightfully so you suppose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Now Twilight... get. off. of. me&quot; he growls at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't recognize this side of him, but still hold him none the less.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You love him and nothing he does can change that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It wouldn't be that easy to get rid of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you suppose you should start with the truth..</span><br />&quot;No Anon..I wont.. just listen to me please.&quot; You almost beg, as you feel his breaths draw deep.<br />&quot;I.. I did see Flash when the fire was happening I suppose.. I don't know the exact times.. and had I know I would have been there. Anon, he came to the castle to apologize. I told him--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your sentence is ended as a pressure around your neck prevents you from speaking or breathing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look frantically to Anon, to see his arms extended to you, hands around your throat with a look of unfamiliar rage in his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I. don't.� CARE!&quot; he says in a voice almost unrecognizable to you as he shoves you off the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You fall back off the bed landing and sliding back a bit on your flank as you gasp for a breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; W..what's wrong with his eyes??</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He notices your stare and covers his face with his hands quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He begins to bury his face into his own hands and... is talking to himself?</span><br />&quot; A..anon?..&quot; you rub your own neck in shock as you observe him for a moment.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Get out..&quot; he grunts through his hands.</span><br />&quot;No.. Anon I came here to help you, that's what I'm going to do.&quot; You attempt a stern response despite his act against you.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't like it but you understood it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your love and concern out weighing the shock.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I don't want your help Twilight. I don't want anything from you!&quot; His hands still over his face leaning foward.</span><br />&quot;We need to talk at some point Anon!&quot; The frustration pent up inside you from his avoidance makes it's way out in your response.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;There's nothing to talk about! I hate you, I'm obviously not enough for you! I never was! I was nothing but something for you to study!&quot; His knees draw up towards his head as he leans foward hands still covering his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Leave.&quot; He grunts once more.</span><br />&quot;Th-thats not true Anon! Let's just talk..&quot; you hesitate not sure what to make of what he's doing.�<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try closing the distance slowly towards him again.</span><br />&quot;I know I made a mistake, trust me I know&quot; your voice shakes with painful honesty, &quot; And I am soo sorry, Anon.. I'll never be able to say it enough. I do love you though, honestly and truly.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He makes some sort of strange pained whimper sound and appears to have cringed at your words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His shoulders heave up and down from his deep breathing.</span><br />&quot;Do you hear me Anon? I love you. &quot; you could say it all day to him and mean it each and every time.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He seems to relax a bit as he sits up straight, removing his hands from his face head towards the celing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wait a moment for him to reply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He inhales after he appears to think for a moment. &quot; Twilight...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes Anon? &quot; a tone of hope in your voice.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;i...&quot; he pauses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't help but widen your eyes a bit finally getting a response from him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;For now, I want you to leave....&quot; his voice was abnormally calm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Another short silence fills the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He turns to face you, his face red with exhaustion and cheeks lightly damp. &quot;The next conversation we have, will be about our divorce..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel as if the air is ripped from your lungs and your heart physically is breaking.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Inhaling shakily, with your mouth agape and eyes showing sheer shock, you try to digest that sentence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Divorce?... You feel the pieces of your life fall apart around you.</span><br /><br />&quot;No... no.. nonono...Anon... you.. you can't mean that...&quot; you say aloud in denial. &quot;I love you, don't you get it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anger flares back up in his expression as his eyebrows drop obviously upset. &quot;Stop saying that.&quot; He almost growls.</span><br />&quot;NO Anon! It's true!&quot; Desperation clear in your rebuttal.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He let's out a growling exhale before responding, &quot;What's TRUE Twilight... is the fact that, had I NOT found out.. you would probably still be FUCKING HIM THIS VERY SECOND!&quot; Saliva flys from his mouth as a strange tones tie into his scream.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It causes you to freeze, a forelegs distance away, wide teary eyed, you can only stare into his reddening eyes.</span><br />&quot; That... i.. thats.. not true..&quot; you quietly stammer knowing very well it could be.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He's noticing you closed the distance from the both of you, &quot;I'm telling you for the last time Twilight... leave me be... You've done enough...&quot; his stare intense.</span><br />&quot;I dont.. want to let you go Anon.. &quot; her hoof reaches out to his arm as as the last bit of distance closes.<br />----<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you are an internal disaster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pain rakes at your eyes and head in general that caused you to buckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It is still difficult to breathe making thinking straight all the more taxing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'She's lying to you Anon! She's LYING. If she never wanted to let you go she wouldn't have fucked Flash Sentry to begin with!' The name causes your heart to tense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'There it is.. that feeling... That's where your strength is... Flash Sentry took your wife and you were helpless to do anything remember Anon? REMEMBER!? The way she cried out for it, the way she begged for more. She &quot;loves you!?&quot; HA!' The voice passionate in its explanation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart is pounding to the point where you can hear it in your ears accompanied by a light ringing, as you become slightly light headed.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You vaguely notice Twilight back next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Do NOT let her do this to you again Anon! You Fool! I'll protect us!' Energy and confidence enthrall its speech.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't help but to find a level of comfort and correctness to its words... it's hypnotizing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'That's right Anon, let me protect us..They all fear us.. call us Beast. They don't understand us.. how could they.' It's tone coaxing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They do call you beast...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You thought they all understood you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Liked you...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Accepted you..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel a warm embrace of a foreleg on your arm. &quot;Anon? Did you hear me? I don't want to let you go.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Something snaps inside of you 'She already hhaass.... ' The whispers swirls around your very consciousness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your arm reaches back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before Twilight has a chance to react, your open hand flys across her cheek creating an echoing 'smack'.</span><br />&quot;Don't touch ME!&quot; Your voice almost a dual toned roar, your breathing in heavy gasping breaths as you begin to sweat a little.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She falls back to the floor with a hoof to her cheek, looking down and away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her mane covers her expression.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A brief purple mist hazed from the corner of your flashed red eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Heh heh.. That's better...' a victorious tone rings in your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your ears are hissing and ringing as its difficult to see straight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What.. what did you just do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sure you hated her right now but... but you would never, purposely lay a hand on any mare like that...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She turns back up to you, hoof to now red cheek, sniffling, tears running down her cheek with her disheveled mane..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart feels like it's going to stop beating as you stare.</span><br />&quot; W..w.. we are sorry..&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; We?..</span><br />&quot;W.. I'm.. sorry&quot; you deflate.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sight of her crumpled on the floor,� in some very small primal sense is satisfying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She did wrong you in the worst way after all..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Deliverance of justice, of vengeance,� by our own hand.. There is no sweeter-' the satisfied voice cut short by your own hands slapping quickly back over your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You rub your own forehead,� then temples trying to clear your thoughts. &gt; Twilight stares up at you still, just observing as she sits back, broken looking on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't take her stare..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You still can barely stand being in the room with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your slight calm begins to leave you.</span><br />&quot; Twilight,� w.- I really am sorry for that.&quot; You correct yourself not knowing why you keep saying it<br />&quot;But if your not going to leave, then I will.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to sit up, bracing your palms on the side frame of the hospital bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I want to. . Stay here with you.. Anon.. &quot; barely a squeak sounds from the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It freezes you in place.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking advantage of the momentary freedom of clear thinking you respond.</span><br />&quot;I don't want that right now... Maybe we can talk sometime, maybe I'll let you say what you have to someday, but I do mean what I said. I can't trust you, I can barely look at you... I don't believe much of anything you have to say. I do believe you are sorry. But I believe it's sorry that you got caught...&quot; you sound more like you for the short moment.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She remains where she is, broken looking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pivot off the bed and plant your feet on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heel lands on some of the fruit, cut bananas, that was once part of an ornate display of breakfast to be served.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The plastic cup of orange juice slowly drip leaks through the compromised foil seal, slowly losing its contents onto the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Keeping your eyes towards the exit door, you think to yourself it's best you leave if she wont.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wanted to find Big Mac anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rocking your body up from the bed you stand uneasily using the bed for support</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After a moment you steady your balance fighting off your light headed feeling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon... I won't give up on you.&quot; She says unmoving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her words cause your heart to squeeze tight as retorts to her statement flood your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Once again she doesn't appear to be moving so you'll have to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You glare down at her opting to hold your tongue as your hand comes to your opposite forearm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of ripping tape that held your I.V in place can be heard tearing from your skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your stare says everything you need to say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The &quot;you already have&quot; can be read plain as day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a small grunt, you pull the I.V from your arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A small blood squirt shoots from the broken skin, landing in a crimson droplet line near Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She winces slightly at it, eyes moving from the wet droplets back up to you, full of defeat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You drop the hallow needle attached to the small fluid feeding hose, as the few droplets of blood still on it drip with the still flowing I.V.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Saying nothing you begin your walk to the exit, leaving the slightly burnt, disaster, mess of a room behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your steps are over all slow as you fight off your dizziness, eyes fixed to the florescent lit hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your plodding foot almost lands on one of Twilight's feathers she must have shed during her scuffle with Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A pang of guilt quickly and shortly rings through you, but you continue regardless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As you exit into the hallway you hear shuffling</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Out of the corner of your eyes you see Twilight clumsily climb into the bed you laid in, burying her face in your pillow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ... You allow your self one second to see this as you continue with your slow steps to find Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Random nurses gawk at you as you shoelessly pold down the hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Droplets of blood continue to drip off your fingers from your unbandaged puncture.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; One tries speaking to you as you mindlessly move down the hall, her voice muffled in your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your thoughts muddle together as you drag your feet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What was Twilight expecting, what is happening inside your mind, how could you feel so angry and so sympathetic still, why couldn't you just be left alone and avoid all of this. Why did the Apples have to get dragged in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You approach a desk with a mare wearing a nurses outfit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She has a small red cross on the hat that she wears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You ask bluntly.</span><br />&quot;Big Mac.. what room is he in.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She raises an eyebrow looking you over, &quot;Sir.. Are you. . supposed to be out of your bed right now..&quot; she eyes your arm dripping blood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say nothing continuing to stare at her, making her shift in her seat uncomfortably.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;He's uh... two doors down on your right.. probably sleeping..&quot; she shrinks in her seat a little.</span><br />&quot;Thanks&quot; you say dryly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Continuing on your slow paced journey, mumbles from the hall fill your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Is.. that him? I heard he set a barn on fire.&quot; - &quot;No way, why would he..&quot; - &quot;I don't know, why would he beat a pony senseless either&quot; - &quot;what a beast..&quot; - &quot;tell me about it.. He used to be such a good...&quot; the mumbles fade off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel a stabbing pain in your heart and your footsteps stop for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You'll teach them to..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No... You need to check on Big Mac..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The weight in your heart makes walking just that more difficult.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Here we are...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pushing the door open slowly the first thing you hear are the rhythmic beeps of a heart monitor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even more slowly, you make your way in.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sight of Big Mac sleeping connected to the heart monitors and I.Vs fills your sight as a weight adds to your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack is sleeping in the chair next to him leaned back moth open, her hat at the foot of his bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You drag an extra chair next to the other side, and just watch for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His chest heaves with large breaths and his eyes that used to shine with life remain gently closed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your garbled thinking stops watching your friend lay unconscious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Beeps fill your ears as the hiss of the flowing oxygen he has connected to his nose remains steady.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His mane is messy, and you can spot the beginning of bandaging across his midsection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His muzzle is cleaned of the blood you once saw, patched by several butterfly bandages on his forhead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You place a hand atop of his head gently as you begin to speak quietly unfiltered and undistracted.</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry Bud... &quot; you look to him as if he's awake with his eyes open , only you stared to his closed eyelids. &quot;This is all my fault, you should have just left me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You fix his blanket a little.</span><br />&quot;I was ready.. I didn't want any of this.. and now.. it's cost me this.. it's cost you, this.. My life ain't worth this bud.. You all mean so much more..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You breathe in shakily.</span><br />&quot;I wish I was stronger, so I could have at least got you out safe..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel something roll down your cheek..</span><br />&quot;shit... &quot; you begin to rub your eyes.. air must be dry in these hospitals...<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack has her mouth closed and head turned to you now, eyes barely open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; '...I will be the strength we need Anonymous...' The solem voice says.</span><br />&quot;Shut up...&quot; you whisper sharply in a grunt to yourself.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon?&quot; Apple Jack says quietly, causing you to jump a little.</span><br />&quot;Oh!.. uh.. I'm sorry if I woke you up. &quot; you stammer quickly hoping she didn't hear you.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;What in the hay are ya doin here?? you should be restin!&quot; She says in a disapproving whisper.</span><br /><br />&quot;We're,&quot; you clear your throat, &quot;.. I'm fine. You know me.. I hate these places.. How's Big Mac? What did they say?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She stares angrily at you for a moment before responding, &quot;Of course ah know you don't like it here.. But ya need rest!.. He's fine for now Anon.. He's doin what he should be. .. Restin..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sigh.</span><br />&quot;You know what I mean..&quot; you pry.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She sighs in return. &quot;I don't know Sugarcube.. They said he's stable, but they need to wait until he's stronger or whatever the hay, to do anything.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Bunch of hacks..&quot; you say anoyed.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The steady beeps of the heart monitor fill the silence you share in the room as you study the tile floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They're ugly floors...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You really do hate hospitals, the smell.. the sounds.</span><br />&quot; Where's Granny Smith and Apple Bloom?..&quot; you ask filling the silence.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; At the house, she didn't want Apple Bloom to worry about Big Mac by seein him like this..&quot; She says while looking over him, fixing up his unkempt mane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Guilt further grips you as you rub the back of your neck.</span><br />&quot; This is all my fault AJ... &quot; you say still staring at the floor.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks up at you saying nothing.</span><br />&quot;My problems followed me home.. and look what it's caused.&quot; You say dejectedly glancing up to her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Anon. You're safe now because of him. Don't minimize what he did because ya feel guilty. We both know very well you'da done the same for him in a heart beat.. That's what family does. You above all should know that..&quot; Her earnest voice and stare grab you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She's right, you would have done the same without thinking twice, for any of them, but it doesn't help the guilt of him being here now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your mood begins to darken at the thought of any of them getting hurt as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Vengeance Anonymous... Vengeance, for your friend.. your, family...your self.. We are going to make who did this pay..' The voice still deep and solemn.</span><br />&quot;I'm going to make who did this pay AJ..&quot; you say staring at the floor for a moment then to her, your voice unexpectedly raspy.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Y..Ya know who did this?.&quot; she asked confused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look over to her, a display of anger paints your face just thinking about the name of the pony that took your very life from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your wife, Your best friend, your very self worth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Flash... Sentry...' The bass voice echos as it broadly states the name.</span><br />&quot;Flash Sentry...&quot; Your eyes meet Apple Jacks as you quietly growl his name.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The rhythmic heart beat monitor beeps ring in your ears.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some time passes as you and Apple Jack sit in silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't know if she's processing what you just said or is simply in shock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Either way,� she appears to be in deep in thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stare down at the hospital tile floor again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You really can't stand these places.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sight of the sickly and lonely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The scent of cleaner and sanitizer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of coughs, sneezes and sniffles, random cries.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack breaks the silence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Ah know you're still worked up Anon.. But bein like this right now ain't gonna fix anything, ya need to rest. We got plenty of time to figure out what we do next.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say nothing as you continue to stare at the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon, what would Granny Smith say if she seen ya walking around right now.&quot; She tries to get in your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Damnit that's not fair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart warms at the mention of your grandmotherly figure acting concerned, effectively disarming you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A small smile crosses your lips as you imagine it.</span><br />&quot;Heh.. Probably something along the lines of, &quot;Anon what in tha hay are ya doin walkin around!� Now git yer self back in bed before I make ya!&quot; You imitate her intimidating Granny squinty stare while pretending to brandish a wooden spoon, your voice speaking in an elderly shaky tone.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack let's out a chuckle at your impersonation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A warm cheeky smile finds its self on your face after your impersonation, and Apple Jacks laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You really did love them all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That's what made this whole ordeal so much more difficult.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What made it hurt that much more.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sigh and lean back in the seat which reclines slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At least these damn things were comfortable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wish you could have your bed back, but you don't want to go to see if Twilight is still there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Also, you know you can't stay too long because it's only a matter of time before she shows up here as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But your exhaustion is really catching up with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Reaching foward to the front of the bed, you grab Apple Jacks hat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You place it low on your forhead so the brim of it hangs far down enough to block the invading sun.</span><br />&quot;You don't mind, do you? &quot; You don't care, you were going to use the damn thing anyway.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You adjust it slightly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Nnnope..&quot; She gets comfortable herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The familiar scent of Sweet Apple Acres, of Apple Jack, of home, relax your nerves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sleep begins to grab at you from the combination of calming nerves, and shading from the sun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are no longer able to fight it off as sleep takes you while you lay beside Big Mac and Apple Jack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her hat tilted over your face with your arms crossed as you drift off.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lie in Anons hospital bed, face buried into his pillow both holding back tears and taking in his scent finding the smallest comfort in it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The hollowness you felt was unbearable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It wasn't your intention to defend Flash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In fact it was the last thing in Equestria you wanted to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't think before jumping to an answer, and the price of that was telling Anon that while he was almost burned to death, Flash flew into the bedroom you and your husband used to share.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apparently they temporarily fixed his wing that you thought for sure was destroyed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A reddish aura was stuck surrounding his broken wing, you suppose allowing it to be used and moved.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It didn't matter that he came to apologize to you.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It didn't matter that you kicked him out faster than he came in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Or that you told him that if he ever came near the both of you again, you wouldn't stop Anon from killing him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Once again you find yourself wanting to be mad at Anon, that he was with Luna once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In another more than friendly... contact..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Does he not see you're trying?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You scan the contents of the breakfast you brought, scattered across the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This was you chance..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You could have been his crutch, the one to help him through recovery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All ruined by Luna..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But that is overshadowed by the behavior they both displayed which concerned you even more.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The last time you saw Luna like that was when you saw her as Nightmare Moon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She wasn't transformed to that extent, but her eyes.. her teeth.. even her coat color..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't stand a chance without your friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even in her weakened state she was strong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you'll never back down when it comes to Anon..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But speaking of him..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even Anon..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He spoke in a voice you never heard come from him before.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He seemed out of control, but not like you saw him with Flash..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was something different.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You also caught him talking to himself and acting overall strangely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You guess you can dismiss most of his strange behavior to anger, exhaustion, and smoke inhalation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But Luna.. She was more than likely the problem.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She has to be..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She had to be trying to influence him away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That has to be it...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; W..why else wouldn't Anon come back?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why else would he be avoiding you so much..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He is yours after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; YOUR husband,� YOUR love...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hoof touches the ring still on your horn as you lie in the bed that was temporarily your husbands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She can't have your husband...</span><br />---<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You start to become aware of your surroundings in the middle of a commotion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why is everything so hectic right now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The scene is hazy as you try to focus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Medical staff run in and out of the room levitating random medical instruments in a hurry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Purpose and haste in their movements.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hear Apple Jack frantically cry out, &quot;Do something,� hurry!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This sends you into a panic since all of her fears and saddeness are usually internalized.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As Pinkie always said, she cries on the inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; To hear her panic out loud like that sends chills up your spine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; An even tone pierces your hearing making your heart drop and your stomach turn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Things become more clear as the steady tone of a flat line from the heart rate monitor brings your attention to the sobering situation infront of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hear the panic behind the word &quot;Clear!&quot; as a bright white flash of magic illuminates the celing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are unable to see what is going on since they so tightly surround him working diligently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The defeated look of the doctor taking charge makes your body freeze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He looks up to Apple Jack,� then to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a sigh he says, &quot;once more... Clear!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hear Big Mac's large body convulse as the light illuminated the celing again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Several short beeps from the monitor can be heard..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Followed by a sickening flat line tone.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The group of ponies around him seem to deflate at the sound as they look left and right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Big Mac?! BIG MAC!!&quot; Apple Jack begins to act hysterical.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I'm sorry... there's nothing we can do&quot; the flat line still rings warping in sound slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;If only he.. was out of there a little sooner.. He might have stood a chance..&quot; the doctors voice grim</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All the ponies turn to face you staring blankly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack hysterically yells &quot;Anon why couldn't you~!!&quot; She chokes on her own hysteria coughing and crying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You turn from her to the doctors and assistants who's dead eyes stare through you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The assistants who block your view of Big Mac move aside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can now see Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His bright red coat, pale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His mouth slightly agape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The words &quot;you did this&quot; begin to echo in the room soon joined by &quot;monster&quot; and &quot;beast&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All the words begin to puddle into incoherent whispers, accompanied by Apple Jacks hysterics,� as all the ponies stare with only their mouths moving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't move, why can't you move?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The blend of whispers and voices begin to overload your sense of hearing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes turn to Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His own eye lids shoot open, they seem to have lost their luster as they stare at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A loud whisper in Big Mac's voice that silences the rest of the sounds enters your ears , &quot;Anon!..&quot; his hoof reaching to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sit up from the reclining chair and lean foward roughly with a large shaky gasp that you hold for a minute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jacks hat, that you used for shade,� falls from your head, to the hospital floor in a silent contact as you watch it fall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The steady hiss of oxygen flowing and rhythmic beeps echo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sweat slightly still taking deep breaths.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A dream?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'A nightmare Anonymous... A vision.. of what may be.. because of Flash. A feeling, a memory that may forever haunt you.' The unwanted voice calmly explains, its deep voice shaking your unsettled heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart races still as you look to the sleeping Big Mac and Apple Jack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your anxiety is like an anchor in your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Leaning foward you grab Apple Jacks hat and stand, placing it on the chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You need to move, You need to leave, you need air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why is there no air in here??</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Beginning your escape you make your way to the exit looking back once more before you go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With that you put you head down and begin your trek towards the exit of the hospital.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; s..sir? You shouldn't be leaving yet, the doctor said..&quot; you ignore the random nurse speaking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your steps are moderately paced down the hall with your hands shoved into your pockets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The doctor, sitting behind a counter, looking rather exhausted him self adjusts his glasses as he sees you on your exit mission.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;S..Sir Anonymous! &quot; he calls out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You continue on ignoring him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Sir Anonymous!&quot; He trots after you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Catching up beside you he begins to plead' &quot;Sir Anonymous, you aren't well yet. you can't go!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm fine&quot; you grunt, followed by a deep chested cough.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Sir Anonymous please! We have tests to run, results to get back.. a.. and Luna will have my head if you leave here in your condition.&quot; He looks scared at the thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking down to him while you walk, you reply.</span><br />&quot;From what I can recall you didn't even want me in here to begin with.. I hate these places.&quot; You say plainly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You halt leaning down to him.</span><br />&quot; But I will say this.. Luna will be the least of your worries if anything happens to Big Mac.. got it?... &quot;Doc&quot;..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You firmly slap his shoulder with a faux friendly gesture and continue on your way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He stands there mouth agape and eyes wide watching you walk out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You though you heard him whimper on the way out.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Walking out the front door is liberating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The smell of clean outside air fills your nose and the sounds of birds and normal commerce, your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking a few deep breaths you clear your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Where do you go?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What do you do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's been a while since you laid down in your own bed, with your own pillow,� cuddled up warm next to...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well, your own bed anyway..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A distraction would be nice right about now..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to just walk aimlessly trying to exercise off your stress and anxiety.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe you'll pick up a new set of clothes, get something to eat...keep busy and distracted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Keep... avoiding..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Running away some more are we Anonymous..' The voice, disappointed sounding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You actually have gotten pretty good at that lately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Did you just entertain that thought?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You rub your face roughly.</span><br />&quot;What the hell...&quot; you sound drained talking into your palms.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; At some point you'd like to go see Luna as well, to apologize and thank her without distraction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The guilt from asking her to leave after saving both you and Big Mac lingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Plus, you do feel better when you're around her..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your sore, anxiety ridden body begins it's aimless adventure.</span><br />---<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Luna</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You really did over do yourself this past 24 hours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Laying in your bed you try to catch up on some rest, only mildly successful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Day time was your midnight, your chance to recharge with precious sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heavy decorative curtains block the majority of the sun light from entering your grand� bedroom to assist you with this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The bed you lay in is large and somewhat lonely, but it is yours and you have been long accustomed to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Though you sleep, you move restlessly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your mind is distracted by Anon, and his well being.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What you'll do you that pompous arrogant doctor if Anonymous does not improve...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your mind also admittedly bothered by Twilight and her... interruptions...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She made her decisions already. .</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have become accustomed to Anonymous being around as of late, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't already miss him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Letting out a frustrated sigh you magic your blanket towards the foot of the bed, staring at the peering sunlight fighting it's way through the bottom of the curtains, you only stare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'You realize he asked US to leave so the brat Twilight could stay' Your own voice, your Nightmare,� chimes in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your tired eyes stay on the same spot staring at the invading light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Of course you do.. Perhaps you have advanced on Prince Anonymous to abruptly' The voice seems entertained.</span><br />&quot;He needed our help... He appreciates it..&quot; you speak to no one, your voice echos lightly in the decorative yet largely barren room.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'He did.. he did..' The voice seems to agree. 'Did he need us to visit his every dream since? Or have him up in our seating area... to &quot;dance&quot; with.. For us to.. embrace him.. so soon?..'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Once again you say nothing only staring tiredly, your lids lower a little at the retort.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A small pang of guilt rings inside you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In the back of your mind you knew you moved a little quick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But like you already admitted, you lost him once by being slow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't want it to happen again..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'He's still married you know.. What does that make ..us..' The tone now turns condescending.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your brow drops slightly in annoyance.</span><br />&quot;We...I..am perfectly aware of his marital status a reminder is not needed.&quot; Your own tone seems to be losing composure as frustration seeps in.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'It makes you ... us... The other mare.. The home wreck~&quot; the tone very &quot;matter of fact&quot; cut off by your own outburst.</span><br />&quot; You are wrong! He cares about us! &quot; your voice almost reaching the old Royal Canterlot level.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The blinds against the windows wave from the pressure of your outburst causing them to open slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A beam of sunlight cracks� through the now slightly open blinds, highlighting your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You place a hoof to your face and sigh once more.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A quiet knock can be heard at your front door as it cracks open letting in yet more light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Luna?.. are you alright my dear sister?..&quot; the� concerned gentle voice of your elder sister, Celestia, enters your room as she pokes her head in.</span><br />&quot;Yes sister... We are fine.&quot; You try to sell her the lie, but she always knows better.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh I see.&quot; She enters your room slowly closing the door with her magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her longer horn highlights with a lighter gold aura.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In doing so it casts it's goldish hue lightly around the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She stretches her superior wings as well while she approaches the side of your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Reaching her longer wing span across you she rocks you slightly with her snow white wing.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You always were silently jealous of her beauty, and her natural gifts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She was your beloved sister, but opposite in many ways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Where she was widely loved, you were hardly accepted and mostly feared.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; While you did not turn from conflict, she was quick to the use of words instead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Why don't you tell me what's going on. You look upset.. Well more than usual anyway..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You turn to her and shoot her a &quot;what is that supposed to mean&quot; face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She meets your glance with a warm smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Why don't we start with Prince Anonymous.. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You tense slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What about him?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Did somepony say something?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I heard you saved him and another from a terrible fire.. Most unfortunate, but at least my little ponies were saved. Barns can always be rebuilt,� lives on the other hoof.&quot; She maintains her warmth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your shoulders relax, but at the same time wonder if there's a double meaning behind that statement.</span><br />&quot;Yes sister.. most unfortunate indeed. The pony named Big Mac was quite injured though..&quot; you reply with a tired voice rolling towards her direction to converse.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; You speak of the Element of Honesty's brother?&quot; She asks concerned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nod not facing her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Celestia's face saddens. &quot;I'll send word that he is to be well taken care of.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;We have made that message very clear already&quot; you say unintentionally annoyed.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She always has to one up you..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It gets old.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Celestia nods to you sensing your change of attitude.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;So.. I heard you say he cares for you. Is that right?� Did you find a special some pony?&quot; Her smile is warm and eyes excited as she teasingly rocks you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She is accustomed to hearing you fire back from time to time to the thoughts you have.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She does not question what you think, rather what she heard.</span><br />&quot;We..&quot; your cheeks begin to hue pink.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are unsure how to respond, not knowing if she knows the answer to this or not.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You would love to pour your heart out to your sister but it's registering in your mind that your happiness may be at the cost of her beloved pupils misery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't feel bad for Twilight, rather, you feel angry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That she would betray such a wonderful pon...person..</span><br />&quot; Our interests, have been piqued... yes..&quot; you decide to be vague for now.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She seems... excited?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her face lights up as she smiles widely placing a hoof to your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Why my dear sister, that's wonderful! Do I know the lucky Stallion? &quot; She awaits an answer eagerly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Ha ha! Does she!' Your amused voice echos.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel your face warming at the idea of thinking about Prince Anonymous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The moments you shared.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His warmth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His scent..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His embrace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A smile unknowingly escapes.</span><br />&quot;We are sure you have seen him.&quot; You keep avoiding the details.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Well I'm happy for you Luna. I'd love to meet him at some point.&quot; She appears to be genuinely happy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nod slightly in response wishing things were simpler so you could share this joy unhindered.</span><br /><br />&quot;Speaking of special some ponies... We were wondering if you have heard anything about Twilight's.. ordeal..with Prince Anonymous..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Celestia's face loses some of its displayed happiness. &quot;So I take it you have heard of my faithful student's indiscretions... I suppose she isn't my pupil anymore. I should stop referring to her as that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say nothing looking towards your sister.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She wasn't clad in her golden partial armor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She was as you always remember her, no politics, no front, no show.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Just your sister.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; It is quite the shame if rumor is to be believed. But she has said nothing to me. I don't imagine it would be something she would want known though.. Poor Twilight..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Poor Twilight??</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What about poor Anonymous?!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A small fire lights in you from her opinion</span><br />&quot; Sister, don't you mean poor Anonymous? She... we mean .. if rumors are to be believed.. she betrayed him. A vow of marriage, a promise of trust and loyalty.&quot; You accidentally respond with a mild sense of protection.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I suppose.. You are correct &quot; she responds caught off guard. &quot;Have you heard anything I havent sister?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart thumps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're being to protective at the moment.</span><br /><br />&quot; N..no we have not.� We don't think anyway..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Are you sure?..&quot; she stares at you like you're hiding something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel your face heat slightly as she questions you.</span><br />&quot; What else could we have heard dear sister.&quot; You try playing ignorant.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I suppose you are right..&quot; she says suspiciously,� not pressing any further her eyebrow arched a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;.. I'll leave you to your rest Luna. You seem..cranky. Perhaps we can set up some time so I can meet your special some pony. I haven't seen you blush like that in some time! He must be quite the stallion.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes dear sister, he is. Perhaps sometime soon.. &quot; A small saddeness enters you knowing that should that day come, she would probably not be happy.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She rubs your shoulder with her hoof a little bit with a smile before turning and exiting toward the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her hoof steps quiet after the sound of the closing door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You return to you unsuccessful rest of staring out the slightly open blinds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With your half lidded gaze,� you wish Anonymous was here with you so you could rest your head on his shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was the safest, most relaxed you have felt in a very long time.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your wandering seems to have helped somewhat as some of your anxiety has melted away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You end up on the outskirts of town near Fluttershy's house and decide to stop by.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The arc of a tiny bridge, crossing a small body of water in front of her house, creaks as you cross it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It probably wasn't designed for your weight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take in the nature around her home also taking note of the many hanging bird houses in the near by trees as you hear the random chirps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Raising your hand to knock you pause before your knuckles meet the wood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A gentle, soothing singing can be heard coming from inside, with some birds sounding like they are doing a harmony to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile outside the door and listen as the harmonies flow through highs lows, crescendo to decrecendo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She actually was a very talented singer but her social anxiety kept her from letting many others see that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's a shame really.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You could listen for hours entranced by it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You listen for a few more moments inadvertently being creepy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Something begins to make its presence known behind you, distracting you from your eavesdropping appreciation of her voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel foot steps coming from behind you and can hear heavy breathing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Turning your head slightly to see exactly what it is sneaking up behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You freeze.�</span><br />&quot;Oh.....&quot; your voice in shock.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's large shadow casts over you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before you have any chance to react you are swept up in its powerful grasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pulled back like a rag doll.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your struggling is to no avail as its powerful squeeze swings you left at right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your legs kick over some potted plants as you grunt from the pressure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This isn't what you had in mind right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The growling is right over your head and its bass is deep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your feet still flail as you struggle for breaths, finding it difficult to make anything but a grunting sound as your head smacks into a hanging birdhouse or two.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Fluttershy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You dust away with your feather duster while singing your melodies with your bird friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They were so precious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a few flaps of your wings you gently dust off the hard to reach places in your home, not missing a beat with your birds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your dusting lightens up as your joy of singing begins to come to the forefront.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Landing back on your hooves, light as a feather, you sing away using the handle of the duster as your pretend microphone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A sound of a crashing potted plant outside makes you gasp and drop your 'microphone'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take a step away from the door shrinking down a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your birds scatter as well.</span><br />&quot;I..is somepony~&quot; you ask quietly as your cut off from the sounds of a struggle.<br />&quot;Ohh my.. &quot; you begin to slink towards the door scared of what possibly could be the source of comotion.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Reaching it, you crack it open just slightly enough to peek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sight of dirt from broken pots and kicked up earth spilled across the front of your house fills your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Followed by?</span><br />&quot; Anon!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He rolls across the floor with a large brown bear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;oof! Grrr!&quot; He's struggling jumping on the bears back.</span><br />&quot; A..Anon, are you!?&quot; You are cut off once more as they both fall to the floor.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;haHAA!&quot; He shouts as he wraps his legs around the bears upper mid section, surrounding his arms around the bears head in a sleeper hold fashion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The bear flails trying to reach Anon to no avail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You raise a hoof towards him, mouth agape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Aanndd, rreellaaxx&quot; Anon's voice is oddly gentle as he cranks the bears head to the left pretty violently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of cracks can be heard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He then cranks it back to the right, more cracks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The great brown bear goes limp to the floor on its belly with a loud grunt and sigh.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon sits on the bears back now, kneading the shoulders and mid section of his back with his diligent hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The bear lays with a tired smile and it's tongue lolled out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Have you stopped working on Harry? His back and shoulder are worse than ever.&quot; He glances up at you with his bright smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You respond with a blushed smile of your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Harry the bear, let's out a groan of relief with a now relaxed smile as Anon works his magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fingers were much more beneficial for things like this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And poor poor Harry has been suffering since Anon left to live with Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You did what you could but his fingers and hand strength were what did the trick.</span><br />&quot;Harry prefers your work Anon. Don't you hhaarrrryy. Yyeess you dooo.&quot; you say as you mush Harrys cheeks together baby speaking him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He let's out another confirming groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh is that right Harry?� I guess I can charge you extra then.&quot; Anon gives him a friendly slap to the rib cage and hops off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Harry snorts at the comment and sits up scooping Anon in for a big bear hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;uuhhhgggGG, ok.. alright buddy.&quot; His voice sounding depleted of air while he tries to tap out of the hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After Harry let's him go, he goes about his way looking more relaxed than ever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You then fly up to shoulder level to Anon, placing your own hug around his neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Heh, hello to you too, Flutter butter.&quot; he hugs you back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You release him looking up with a big smile and land back on all four hooves.</span><br />&quot;Come in Anon, are you hungry? &quot; you ask happily, moving some of your pink mane from your face.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were getting ready to feed Angel, your rabbit anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He nods to you, &quot;Ya sure I'll join you if you don't mind&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He begins to follow you inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He doesn't look so well on second glance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You knew he was in the hospital and planned to visit later that day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How did he get out so soon?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe you'll fix him up an extra large plate.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The uncomfortable thought of what happened to him and Twilight enters your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; For once though, you don't feel bad about telling him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He needed to know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You loved Twilight and all, but what she was doing...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well it was just wrong!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon deserved much better than that..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wash your train of thought away as you enter the house.</span><br />----<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you are a little beat from your.. session with Harry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't need or expect that,� but still you're at least a little happy to help him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He was such a big misunderstood mush, but he was still big none the less.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Playing with him while he was agitated over his misaligned shoulder and back was exhausting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He doesn't understand his own strength, but always is much happier when you work your magic on him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; These hands have given you alot of reputation here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Speaking of, you use them to scratch behind Fluttershy's ear before she splits off to her kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She smiles sighing, leaning into your leg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She's such a cat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sit down at a table while she moves around in the kitchen making food for you and Angel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Probably some kind of salad contraption.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Man, eggs would have been nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You recall the breakfast tray Twilight brought in for you, mouth salivating slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Shaking your head you think to yourself that whatever Fluttershy makes is fine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't need bribery food...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Snapping out of it you notice an angry looking little white rabbit sitting at the other end of the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Angel...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's arms are crossed and it's expression upset as you hear it tap it's foot.</span><br />&quot;Hi Angel!&quot; You try to sound happy.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; That rabbit is such a spoiled jerk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Definitely not your favorite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Angel responds with a &quot;hmmph&quot; turning it's head towards the kitchen waiting for Fluttershy to serve him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It probably thinks it's going to get less food because of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't care... rabbit jerk..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A plate gets slid onto the table infront of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Salad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Great.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well its a big hearty one at least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Angel shoots you a glare since you got the bigger plate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You shoot him a big smile.</span><br />&quot; Thank you Flutters,� it looks great.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She slides her own plate and Angels on the table and responds with a slight signature blush. &quot;O-oh, it's no problem.� Really. Thank you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Angel slyly made his way across the table and stole as many carrots off your plate as he could while you spoke to Fluttershy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You... bastard..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Angel no! That's rude!&quot; She says in her whisper authoritative voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Angel simply stuffs his face with the hijacked carrots.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You force a smile.</span><br />&quot;It's alright,� don't worry about it I have plenty more.&quot; You try to put her at ease.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The rest of the meal goes without a hitch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Besides for the conflicting glares you and Angel sneak in at each other while� she eats.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was actually very good, mixed with different veggies and some fruits to sweeten it up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to help her clean up bringing plates into the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon? &quot; She doesn't face you as she does some dishes.</span><br />&quot;What's up?&quot; You ask while bringing over some more.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Y..you don't think I'm a bad friend.. Do you? &quot; She asks genuinely curious sounding.</span><br />&quot;After a meal like that? No ma'am&quot; hello old dry sarcastic humor.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She turns to you with a shy smile.&quot;Thanks, b-but that's not what I mean. I heard what happened.&quot; She turns back away. &quot;With you.. Flash.. Twilight.. The show, the fire.. I-i don't feel bad for telling you the truth. You didn't deserve what she was doing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your smile faded at this point as you listen, waiting to hear what the question really is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I guess, Twilight found out.. That I told you. She said that's not something a friend does. And in her own choice of words said I was a bad friend... I'm not sorry.. I'm not Anon.&quot; she turns to look at you obviously upset but wears a smile anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How could Twilight take anything out on Fluttershy...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're beyond stunned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You scoop her up in a hug, and feel her forelegs and wings wrap around you. &quot;I'm so sorry this happened to you Anon, you don't deserve any of it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Small sniffles can be heard as she leans the side of her face into your chest.</span><br />&quot;You're not a bad friend Fluttershy...&quot; you say while holding her snug.<br />&quot;If you didn't tell me I would have been living a lie, a disgusting lie. It was very brave of you to make the decision to tell me, so, Thank You..And she is wrong. Sometimes you need a friend to let you know you're wrong instead of just going along with everything. You did the right thing, she's probably just upset. Looking to pass blame or...something. Who knows anymore with her..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; t-thanks&quot; she says pulling away from you chest her eyes a little misty as she smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You boop her nose.</span><br />&quot;Hey, anytime.&quot; You give her a wide grin.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She scrunches her nose and pushes her face back into you for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Seeing her upset really gets to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Who would ever take anything out on Fluttershy.. really...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You run your hand through her mane and give her a scratch behind the ear again looking down with a reassuring smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a few ear twitches she looks up and reciprocates the smile.</span><br /><br />&quot; Try not to worry to much about it, alright? For what it's worth I'll always appreciate it..&quot; you let her go as a few flaps from her wings keeps her eye level with you as you speak.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Ok..&quot; she says quietly. &quot;D..do you know what's going to happen between the both of you yet?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This was a question you weren't exactly ready for..</span><br />&quot; Well.. I uh.. I have an idea..&quot; you look somewhat uncomfortable.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh dear, that was a rude question wasn't it, I'm sorry.&quot; She shys away.</span><br />&quot;No.. no. I guess if any pony should know it's you. You did tell me first after all.. &quot; you rub the back of your head trying to figure out how much to divulge and how to word it.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks to you, her eyes a little saddened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She can read your body language pretty well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Your going to get a divorce aren't you.&quot; She says plainly saving you the explanation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sigh a little as your hands drop to your sides.</span><br />&quot;Yeah Flutters, probably.&quot; You say in a defeated tone.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her frown drops a little deeper which confused you because she was the one to tell you all of this, why would this upset her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What did she think you were going to do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I..is there anything she can do to make it up to you? She did seem reeeeeally reeeeeally sorry..&quot; she again shyly asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't help to be a bit taken back and confused by this.</span><br />&quot;Fluttershy... what could she possibly do to make me forgot what she did. I'm sure she's sorry, because now she's caught..&quot; your voice becomes stern.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She shrinks a little at that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinching the bridge of your nose with your finger and thumb you take a breath trying to relax so you don't end up frightening her.</span><br /><br />&quot; Look.. I can't think of anything she could possibly do to make me forget. She came to me in the hospital to bring me food like she did nothing wrong. I know what she was trying to do. I know she was trying to move past it to show me she cares and wants to try. But the very sight of her both still breaks my heart and gets me angry. I don't believe a word she has to say, and I do believe she'll say whatever she can, true or not to try to fix this. AND, ontop of that had the nerve to get mad that Luna was there visiting me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fluttershy tilts her head at the mention of Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...Maybe you should have left that last part out for the time being..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She tilts her head &quot;Princess... Luna?..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sigh.</span><br />&quot;Yes.. Princess Luna...&quot; you quietly confirm.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You really do have a knack for putting your foot in your mouth.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Why was she there Anon?&quot; She seems confused.</span><br />&quot;She.. was visiting.. she saved me and Big Mac from that fire.&quot; You're selective with details once more.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Ohh.. Well.. I guess that makes sence..&quot; she seems to have believed your selective truth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Still you feel guilty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She was an outstanding friend, who put an older friendship on the line to help you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If any pony should know the truth it's probably her.</span><br />&quot;Ya.. &quot; fuck it... &quot;She was laying on my stomach when Twilight came in with her.. stupid breakfast... they got into an.. argument.. &quot; your heart both felt liberated by telling the full truth and fearful of her reaction.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She raises an eyebrow, &quot;Oh.. uh.. it was THAT kind of visit?.. Are you and Princess Luna.. umm&quot; she hoofs at the floor nervously trying to be delicate with her wording.</span><br />&quot;It's not like that.. well.. not.. then.. anyway.&quot; You stuttered out, cheeks reddening.<br />&quot;She, uh.. she's been helping me out through this situation.. I think she understands me in some ways others won't be able to.&quot; Once again putting it delicately.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I understand Anon. It must be very difficult..&quot; she actually sounds pretty.. understanding?</span><br />&quot; You have no idea.&quot; You begin to relax letting out a sigh becoming more comfortable with the conversation.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;So do you like her?&quot; She blurts out once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your relaxing moment abruptly ends as tension grips your entire body.</span><br />&quot;Fluttershy.. w-what kind of.. Why would you ask me that.&quot; You are genuinely confused and caught off guard.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I can see the way you're avoiding details, and your look when you mentioned her. Plus ponies are talking about the dances you both shared at the Vinyl Scratch show.&quot; She smiles innocently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Also Twilight wouldn't get into an argument or anything like that unless she saw some sort of affection going on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stare at her mouth agape as she dissects everything.</span><br /><br />&quot;I... uh...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You did used to tell her everything when you helped around with the animals and the adoption clinic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She just broke down your story and mannerisms in a few seconds.</span><br />&quot;D..dont say anything Fluttershy...&quot; you quietly admit defeat.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Ah ha! You DO like her&quot; she smiles triumphantly.</span><br />&quot;It's. .not like that.. But I will admit she's growing on me.. everything is just, too fast right now. She's really been helping me out alot.&quot; You scratch your own head nervously.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She nods, &quot;I can imagine...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't imagine this going as smoothly if Twilight didn't try to blame Fluttershy for all of her mistakes.</span><br />&quot;Look I really don't want any pony else knowing about this right now. And it's really not.. much.. to know..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I won't say a word Anon, I promise&quot; she smiles once more.</span><br />&quot;Thanks..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You both finish straightening up while you catch her up about the fire, Luna saving you both, and the reason Twilight wasn't there instead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She mostly listened in shock and slight disbelief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh, my.. That sounds so terrible..It's good she came when she did. I didn't know that Fl.. um. .. he went back to Twilight..&quot; you say nothing as a small uncomfortable silence begins to fill the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks down, her longer pink mane hangs over her eyes &quot;I need to visit Big Mac. Do you want to come with me Anon?&quot; Her voice, her usual whisper talk.</span><br />&quot;I just came from there.. I hate it there. If Big Mac is ok and doesn't need anything at the moment I'd rather relax away from there...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You and your irrational fears of hospitals.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh.. okay then. You can stay here and rest if you'd like while I go.&quot; She offers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Normally you would politely turn something like that down, but you're running out of places to go lately..</span><br />&quot; If you wouldn't mind terribly.. That would be great.&quot; You humbly accept.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Of course I don't mind. You can stay as long as you need Anon, you know that.&quot; She replied warmly stepping into the other room.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sit on the couch,� it beats the hell out of hay.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When she returns she passes you a small dozen roses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take them a little confused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I was going to bring these to you today, but since you're out early.. well here.&quot; She smiles with a blush.</span><br />&quot;Aw.. Thanks Flutters.. &quot; The gesture warms your heart.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I'm glad you're doing better Anon. I'll tell AJ that you're ok over here. I'm sure she's worried as well. And don't worry, I won't mention a word about Princess Luna until your ready for it.&quot; She says heading to the front door.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nod.</span><br />&quot; Thanks a bunch, for everything. Really.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a smile she leaves the house.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You spent quite a bit of time with her and wandering around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sun has already made its beginning decent casting it's clash of purples, deep blues, reds and oranges across the horizon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lay back on the couch a little hesitat to sleep wondering if Luna will visit you this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Or will your voice... Your Nightmare... show you more..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You really just wanted to sleep, you didn't get a chance to the night before, hell, you were barely given an� opportunity to even recover fully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you actually have recovered remarkably well over all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Starnge...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Laying across the couch you stare out of the window watching the colors of the day and night dance with one another.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sunset was breath taking,� you never got tired of watching it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The room cooled as the light faded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your head became heavier and your body more relaxed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your staring eyes are half lidded as they look out of the window, fighting off what feels like the weight of the world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The familiar feeling of sleep begins to flow through your relaxed sore body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fight as you may, the weight of your eye lids are to great as they close lightly with your brow relaxing as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Luna?&quot; You mostly mouth hoping for a response.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You open your eyes slightly to a familiar nights sky once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But.. something is different about this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There's smoke?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sit up from the warm earth, the normal terrain you see while with Luna is battle scarred.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Dirt is over turned in distinct straight trenching lines.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some trees burn sending up thick gray smoke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Random ones are even knocked over splintered at the break.</span><br />&quot;W..what?... Luna??&quot; You begin to look left and right in a panic.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Without warning you hear the unmistakable sound of an Alicorn horn charging followed by the sound of it blasting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A &quot;Ooomf&quot; is heard above you.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look up in time to see a midnight blue mare falling from the sky with a slight smoke trail streaming from her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes widen as you try to comprehend what you're seeing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She lands creating a very audible thud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She rolls over after she lands harshly to the earth facing away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She appears to be attempting to roll back to her hooves to stand back up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But.. is unable to as you see her body roll back to her side looking away, chest rising and falling heavily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her cutie mark visible as she faces the other way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's Luna..</span><br />&quot;L...Luna!&quot; You yell as you scatter to your feet and make your way over to her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sliding on your knees as you approach her you notice her taking deep breaths as if she's been going at it for a while.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You place you hands on her side causing her to wince.</span><br />&quot;Oh.. oh shit...n-no no.. what happened Luna?&quot; You sound panicked.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She doesn't answer as she appears to be catching her breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You turn her head to face you to try to get a response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon.. &quot; as faces you.. her Slit pupils stare up at you, her sharpened teeth visibly as she gasps for air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her nose bleeds profusely causing some droplets to spray from her heavy breathing.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking her over you see she has evidence of burns from both magics and sears from fire.</span><br />&quot; Its.. it's going to be ok Luna.. &quot; you have no idea what's happening but you try to relax and reassure her moving her mane out of her face and stroking her cheek with your free hand.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It'll be ok... When you're both dead..&quot; a voice you never wanted to hear again rings from behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hear it's hoofs hit the earth with metal clanks while you continue to look at Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She reaches a hoof up to your cheek looking defeated and exhausted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hold it for a moment to your cheek as you watch her eyes begin to fade back to the teal ones you once couldn't resist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They looked so tired..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Forcing your self to look away, you turn to the sight behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Flash... Sentry... ' The voice, deep, said hungrily</span><br />&quot;Flash...&quot; you stand turning to face him<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He stands tall with a wide grin, fully clad in his golden armor spear in hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He opens his wing span wide, displaying the use of the one wing you were sure you destroyed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A red aura surrounds it... doing what you're unsure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh Anon... how I've been waiting for this.&quot; He says confidently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your brow drops as your own face displays fury towards him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart pounds against your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He did this to Luna.. To you.. to Big Mac..</span><br />&quot;Flash when I'm done with you&quot; You take a stressed breath &quot;You'll be wishing all I broke was your wing.&quot; Your voice a growl.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He begins to laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hands are in tight fists.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't have a weapon to counter his spear but your are to blinded by fury to care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His laughing calms &quot;Don't you understand Anon?� You have already lost..&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try to make sence of what he means, but before it registers,� he had began to sprint using his wings to gain speed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The distance between you both closed quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His spear lunged towards you catching your rib cage as you tried to side step his forceful attack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It broke skin but it wasn't life threatening as the sharp metal dragged across your soft flesh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Reaching foward you were able to grab his tail as he went past you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Using your momentum you lean to his side spinning him back around to the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His armor clanks as he lands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He attempts to roll away but your fury begins to take over causing you to pounce on him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hasty decision allows him to roll you over as he now sits upon your chest with a savage wide eyed smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try swinging up at him but he's out of your reach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And it happens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His cinder block like hoof comes down into your cheek bone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your head slams back into the floor. &gt; Dazed you look back up only to be met by another.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And another.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His blows land with such force you fight off darkness in your vision with every hit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fucking hooves..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'This is what you'll allow him to do to us Anon?...' The voice sounded both angry and disappointed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Allow?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have your elbows up forearms protecting your head from another devastating blow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It works for parrying a few punches but you need to figure something out quick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Your wife... Your friend... Your dignity... Now Luna.. You allowed him to do this all...'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You growl as you feel your eye begin to swell blocking some of your vision.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Fight Anonymous...' The voice calm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; More blows come down on your defensive forearms</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Fight... Anonymous' the tone increasingly frustrated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A damaging hoof slips your guard turning your head to the right, where you see Luna laid out on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes are open... facing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She doesn't move, the Sparkle in her eyes gone as she lays limp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Chest no longer rising for breaths.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart squeezes tightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Another damaging hook turns your head violently the other direction.. where you see Big Mac with his fore leg extended towards you laying across the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His coat paled, and his eyes dim.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart squeezes tighter as it beats against your chest heavily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; One more blow to your head sends you into a daze, your own hearing becomes a static hiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You picture Twilight...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The Twilight you remember and loved.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The one you would have done anything for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The images of her begin to become corrupted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Images of her and.. Flash begin to sear your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Memories of you walking into the room where he took your wife flood your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sounds of her begging for more, the smell of sex and betrayal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The feeling of lies and secrets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Everything runs through you like it is fresh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Like it's just happening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel as if your heart stops beating all together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You notice him wind up for a punch straight down to your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When it comes down your able to buck your hips up causing him to drop both his hooves on the floor near your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Reaching up with your arms you tuck them tightly to your rib cage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With your leg you isolate his hind leg so he's unable to sprawl out for support.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With another turning upward buck you hold his limbs close to you as you turn your hips over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He falls under you as you turn unable to stop your momentum.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You drive your forehead down into his chest as he lands with a taken back grunt.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When your head rises to meet his shocked expression,� a purple mist trails from the corners of your eyes which are now green where the whites once were and your red irises stare down on him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He seems to fear for his life, causing you to smile wide with your angry stare, bearing your own sharpened teeth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He forces composure as you drip blood from your own damaged eyes and nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your breathing in deep heavy grunts as he begins to force a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Ha...Hahahahaaa.. There's the beast.. The one every pony is afraid of.. The one ill.. 'save' every pony from. Whether I win or lose Anonymous....&quot;he leans his head up towards you &quot; Thanks for making me right..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your face doesn't give the satisfaction of a reaction as you maintain your stare and sharp tooth smile, blood dripping onto him.</span><br />You simply raise your rage filled fist up to bring down into his face.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Turning your upper body into the punch the crack of your fist connecting with his face sends a sickening wave of satisfaction through you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He exhales with the hit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You raise your other fist to do the same.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; and you connect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; over and over you connect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His grunts squirms and whimpers feeding the sickest of satisfactions you have ever felt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'More, hurt him MORE,' The bloodthirsty voice encouraged</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You let out a dual toned sentence inches from his face.</span><br />&quot;Twilight isn't here to save you now Flash. You.. are all.. ours...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He responds with a pained laughter.</span><br />&quot;I am? Heh -cough- You think I was the one who took down Luna?&quot; He coughs more followed by a strange victorious laughing.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I win Anon.. I always do&quot; he leans his head back to the earth with a wide smile still laughing through obvious pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't comprehend what he means which begins to further anger you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sit up to land another rage filled punch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The distinctive sound of magic fills your ears along with something cutting through the wind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to turn your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Did you miss some pony?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Before you can fully turn, a sharp pain pierces you chest taking the breath out of your lungs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your ears ring as you try to inhale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look out to the horizon for a moment to watch the landscape you used to love for its calming effects, burning and destroyed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your gaze lowers a little more to Luna slumped over on her side unmoving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Then even lower to Flash's spear, pierced through your own chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's covered mostly with your blood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And a glowing purple aura.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I always win Anon..&quot; Laughter echos in you head as you feel your heart struggling to beat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anonymous??&quot; A familiar voice echos.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon?? Can you hear me&quot; something is shaking you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You fall to your side, the spear still pierces you chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sight of purple legs armored in gold fills your fading vision.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You gulp hard.. T..Twilight.</span><br />---<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anonymous!&quot; You gasp heavily, your body begging for air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A midnight blue mare stares at you very concerned looking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes.. her beautiful teal eyes..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Anonymous are you~&quot;� she is cut off by you putting both hands on her cheeks unintentionally mushing them together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say out of breath.</span><br />&quot;L...Luna. .are.. You're alright? &quot; you examine the left and right sides of her head turning it, looking for any signs of injury.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She let's you inspect her looking completely lost and confused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; We are quite.. umm. Alright. .. Anonymous.&quot; She speaks through mushed cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You throw your arms around her squeezing her tightly.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart still raced, and she must feel it because she begins to comfort you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her hoof rubs you back and she begins to &quot;shhhh&quot; you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You push your face into her neck firmly starting to come down from your own hysteria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why was it so real..</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pull back and stare into her concerned gorgeous sparkling teal eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Bringing a hand up to her cheek your thumb gently crosses it, the vision of her lifeless on the floor pulls heavy on your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She instinctively leans her face into your hand still keeping her concerned eyes on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It's alright now Anonymous.. &quot; she strokes your arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You were having a nightmare, it's ok now.&quot; her voice is soothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'We know better than that.. It was no nightmare Anonymous..' The voice seems to fade off as it finished it's sentence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You seem distanced, considering what it just told you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was all to painfully real.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And at the rate it was going, you and the last few things and ponies that mattered to you weren't faring very well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Noticing you getting lost in thought,� Luna closes the gap between the both of you, placing her lightly puckered lips gently to yours for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This brings you back to reality... dream.. non nightmare?� You're not even sure anymore,� but you do know is Luna is here and is making it better. &gt; You return her kiss leaning a little foward into her.</span><br />&quot;we.. uh..sorry. It was so real.. &quot; you say quietly<br />&quot; Are we dreaming? &quot; Your voice the same tone as you begin to look around noticing the familiar settings of your midnight open field un disrupted.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; ..'You' are, Anonymous.. Yes.. &quot; she still looks concerned.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking a moment, you reflect on the events in your dream as you sigh,� settling your nerves.</span><br />&quot; Glad that's over... Too real..&quot; you say mostly to yourself trying to implant in your brain that it was in fact,� only a dream.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You just about calm down, rubbing your own neck when your eyes meet Luna's, her look of concern never left.</span><br />---<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And Anon just scared you to death.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Whatever his nightmare was you were unable to see into it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Judging by the way he was reacting it wasn't very good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He has almost fully calmed down from some sort of hysteria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His nightmare must have really shook him deeply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't understand why he was holding your face and inspecting you the way he was but you also don't want to prod at the moment or rekindle the terrible memory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was with great difficulty you removed him from the state he was in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's as if he was fighting you for control of his dream state which concerned you significantly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What exactly was he seeing?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't help but wonder if it was even a dream since you couldn't peek into it like you have for so long.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have never encountered something like that before causing questions to flood your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Also the way he has been speaking..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;What's wrong Luna&quot; his body language suggests discomfort.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He rubs his neck still looking to you for some sort of answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The train of thought you were lost in must have made him nervous.</span><br />&quot;N-nothing my dear Anonymous. We are glad you are feeling better now.&quot; You forced calmness into your voice and begin to walk towards a tree a short distance away.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon follows you not saying a word appearing now to be lost in his own thoughts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You both sit under the tree, Anon leans his back to it while you sit next to him.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He stretches his arms outward getting comfortable while looking up at the moon that you carefully hung in the sky for him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He always seems to enjoy your artwork of the night.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The full moon casts a silverish light across the field and the ever so slight breeze gives extra life to your already flowing mane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Random sparce fluffy clouds grayed by the lack of sun decorated the sky along with the shimmering stars.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The light of the moon highlights his features as he takes in the scenery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He seems to be deep in thought as he does so.</span><br />&quot; You appear to want to say something Anonymous. Are you sure you're okay? &quot; you ask wondering if the nightmare still affects him, yet also not wanting to prod to hard at the moment.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He turns to you with a half reassuring smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It seems forced as if he's not ready to talk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He reaches his arm up and begins to trail his finger tips from your neck down your folded wings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You let out a small involuntary sigh, his touch like nothing you have felt before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes close as a relaxed smile finds it's way on your expression.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It sends an exciting chill through your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I just wanted to apologize is all..&quot; he says quietly continuing to trace the turns and bends of your wing with his fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; By the moon and stars,� that feels amazing..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You attempt to keep your composure as you respond.</span><br />&quot;Apologize for what, my dear Anonymous. &quot; another sigh of approval escapes you as he continues.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your wings unconsciously open slightly providing him ease of access to his caressing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Well, for asking you to leave. I guess I owe you my life, and my friends.&quot; His voice a little hesitat as his fingers trail to the base of your wing and trace up your back.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your mind is clouded from the ecstacy that is his hands tracing your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's been ages since any pony has touched you in this way, and never as gentle as his hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your cheeks must be glowing at this point as your face and most of your body warms at his caress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You notice him waiting for some sort of response as you catch yourself lost in his touch not quite hearing his last sentence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Oh no..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You actually didn't hear it at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your brain begins to scramble back to 'reality' from the cloud of bliss you were floating on.</span><br />&quot;We.. dont.. um.. we.. are sorry what was that?&quot; You catch yourself stammering trying to hide your embarrassment lowering your head a bit.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Oh.. no.. he's staring at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon's hand withdrawals from your back as he looks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You give an involuntary pout at this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Are you alright? &quot; he raises an eyebrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You respond with a quick,</span><br />&quot;Mhmm!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'mhmm? Pull it together!' You think to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon cracks a smile at you deepening your humiliation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You really did just lose yourself in his touch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After a small chuckle he repeats &quot;I just wanted to apologize for asking you to leave after you helped the both of us. I didn't want either of you to continue to fight.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh.&quot; That sobers your mood a little as you clear your throat &quot;We understand Anonymous. We are also sorry if we over reacted as well..&quot; you hoof lightly at the floor still slightly embarrassed.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Eh.. you only defended yourself I can't be mad at that can I&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Defended ourself?� We could have destroyed that brat where she stood.' You try to ignore the voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't want it to spoil your moment.</span><br />&quot;We suppose not..&quot; you say while scooting closer to him, hoping he continues his caress.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Much to your approval his hand finds its way back to your withers as he watches the moon in the sky peacefully.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lean into him a little with your sheepish smile returned on your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He places his arm around you followed by his fingers lightly dragging across the length of your neck.</span><br />&quot;Mmm~...&quot; you lightly rest your head on his shoulder nuzzling a little in unrivaled bliss.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes look up to him as his head leans back onto the tree taking in the scenery you made for him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your problems and worries seem to simply dissolve while your head rests on his shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There's no place in Equestria you could imagine you'd rather be than right here with him, with his hands caressing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your smile widens warmly thinking this.</span><br />&quot; That feels amazing Anon..&quot; you say through a sigh.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He looks down to you with a warm smile and pulls you into him gently with his arm around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your head finds itself nuzzling into the top of his shoulder and neck, your body pulled snugly into his.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Thank you Luna.&quot; His voice comes out almost a whisper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take a moment inhaling though your nose taking in his scent, almost intoxicated by it.</span><br />&quot;For what my dear Anonymous.&quot; You respond with your eyes now closed, your voice almost a whisper as well speaking through the most content of smiles.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He continues to gently stroke from your neck to your withers, his hands like magic on you, &quot;For this.. for being there for me.. for saving us.. for everything..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say nothing again for a moment as you cherish his embrace.</span><br /><br />&quot;We are sorry.&quot; You say opening your eyes half lidded staring out to the horizon, lifting your head from his shoulder.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was a reflex response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Something that has been bothering you in the depths of your mind and weighed heavily on your heart since your own Nightmare pointed it out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were just so caught up in finally having him acknowledge you, that you never really got to say it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He seems confused, &quot;For what exactly?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes drift from the horizon to him for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Then back out to the horizon finding the courage to say what you want.</span><br />&quot; That.. It took us this long... that it took us this situation for us to make our feelings known to you. We are sorry that it was under these conditions. Had we not been so scared..~&quot; his finger shushes your sentence as it gently met your lips.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your speaking halts as your eyes mildly sadden.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With the same hand that he shushed you with, he turns your face to meet his.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We're here now aren't we. Remember Luna.. It takes two to dance.&quot; he finishes the sentence with a small smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With your eyes already locked, a mildly embarassed smile crosses your lips as well with the reference to your dance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His hands work their magic as they run up your cheek and drag lightly behind your ear back down your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your own eyes close as it causes your body to warm immensely.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were falling in love with Anonymous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you can't help it even if you wanted to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You did, and will continue doing what it takes to keep him safe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; To keep him happy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to lean towards him with closed eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He meets you half way with a soft, gentle kiss that you both hold for a few moments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lean into it more, softly,� releasing a longing quiet moan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Separating the embrace with only a small space, your teal eyes open half lidded staring into his.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It has to be one of your favorite feelings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Care.. Safety.. Acceptance.. with any luck,�Love..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You find yourself once again leaning into his caress, your guard completely down savoring the moment with him.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You and your friends sit in painful silence tightly fit in Big Mac's hospital room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fluttershy's vase of roses decorated with scattered white baby's breath sit atop a small stand next to his bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A colorful knit quilt with an apple theme lies across his mid section from Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A small assortment of cupcakes and sugary treats remain untouched on a plate next to the flowers, from Pinkie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Several colorful balloons with ranbow designs and 'get better soon' sayings float, anchored to the headboard of his bed brought by Rainbow Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack simply sits faithfully by her big brothers bed having stayed the entire time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes serve as a reminder of how tired she is with heavy dark eyelids.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And then there's you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was bad enough that you weren't able to bring anything since you came straight from what was Anon's hospital bed, but you were also the last one here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The feeling of coming empty hoofed bothers you slightly,� but at least your here.. right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Unintentionally your over analytical mind begins to kick into motion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're here.. showing support for Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Who's life may be on the line from a terrible fire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Who got injured saving the life of your love..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Who if is to be believed... was started by Flash Sentry some how, because of Anon..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Who beat Flash within an inch of his life.. because of you..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your face pales a little as you put pieces of the puzzle together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac is in here.. Anon really did almost died because of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As your brain begins to go into logistical overdrive your eyes look up and to your friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It feels as if their eyes are purposely avoiding your direction despite the tight quarters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Suddenly the room full of support is incredibly uncomfortable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Are they thinking the same thing?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Do they even know?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have been lying and twisting truths for a while now trying to save face.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The room is becoming uncomfortably warm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel like you catch side glancing from most of them when you try to fan off your face with your hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The steady beeping of the heart rate monitor assaults your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Now each short tone is a reminder that this could all be your fault.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It makes your own heart squeeze with guilt every time it beeps now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking over at Apple Jack, you wonder why she's not wearing her hat as she sits next to the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You spy it on the chair on the other side of the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack finally is the first to stop her avoiding gaze noticing you're staring at her hat on the seat and your over all display of anxiety.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;What's wrong Twi..&quot; she asks plainly with a slight air of annoyance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel a lump form in your throat as if she caught you off guard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She spoke plainly but since it was the first words to break silence it made your head snap to her nervously.</span><br />&quot;Oh umm. N-nothing. I was just wondering why your hat is on the other seat... it is kind of tight in here.&quot; You nervously smile and laugh.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; looking left and right you don't seem to get much of a reaction out of your friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fluttershy and Rarity even seem to look more away from you as their eyes closed lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was as if they almost disapproved of your observation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't understand why.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's a valid point.</span><br />&quot;Umm.. b-but it's no big deal..&quot; you force a smile through your discomfort.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack continues to stare at you with her exhausted eyes, face overall void of emotion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;That seat is for Anon, Twilight. It'll be ready for him to park his flank in it whenever he decides ta come here..&quot;</span><br />She delivered her reasoning with the force of a swift jab.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You notice even Rainbow and Pinkie giving you a &quot;really?&quot; Look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Were you so self absorbed and detached that you couldn't figure that out?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Big Mac was his best friend after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe it's part of the same thought process that allowed you to desecrate your marriage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A temporary inability to think of others,� only focusing on your self, your wants and needs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You find yourself standing there embarrassed, and the words begin to once again come out before you process them.</span><br />&quot;Well why isn't he here now then?&quot; Your tone suggesting frustration<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why did you say that, you immediately begin to internally chastise yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack sits up from a slouch and straightens her back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking a moment before responding she leans foward a little bit staring you down with exhausted eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rarity puts a hoof to Apple Jacks shoulder, &quot;Relax darling. You're tired.&quot; She says trying to calm her from a response she can see brewing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fluttershy glances between the both of you hiding nervousness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Do ya really want an answer to that... Twi..&quot; her eyes red from lack of sleep now squint at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look down rubbing your hoof to your foreleg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rarity continues to try to calm Apple Jack rubbing her shoulder,� &quot;Ok� that's enough now darling.. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; No its not! Anon was here before you were Twilight. Walkin around hurt, even though he shouldn't have been. Ah wonder why. What right do ya have anymore to question what he does or where he is.&quot;� Apple Jack shrugs off Rarity's hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Why don't ya go find Flash, Twilight. Heck, Anon ain't here right now. Ain't it a perfect time to go behind his back again? I'm surpri~&quot; a light blue aura squeezes her muzzle shut.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rarity has silenced her rant as you piece some words together while she angrily mumbles into Apple Jacks ear. &quot;-----quite enough!&quot;���� &quot;---time or place to...-&quot;���� &quot;---Anon..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can only stare with an expression of shock and utter humiliation as you shrink down at the outburst.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your very body feels frozen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes shift to your friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fluttershy is looking down appearing to be completely unsurprised.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rainbow Dash looks away from you uncomfortably.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie is the only one looking confused, &quot;Go behind his back to what? You told me that you only had an argument Twilight.&quot; she gives you an innocent inquisitive look, her voice sounding genuinely confused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It breaks your heart to see she doesn't quite understand that you lied to her, and somewhat used her to an extent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Tears begin to brim in your eyes as you look to Pinkie.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;And Flash? Your ex? What does he have to do with...&quot; Her eyes open wide as she jumps with a great gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It appears she fit the pieces of your infidelity together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to step backwards towards the exit.</span><br />&quot;I...i...&quot; your brain fails to come up with any defense or response.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie watches with watery eyes as you try to slink away, &quot;Twilight.. How could you do that to Anonymous?..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She sounds truly heart broken as her posture deflates.</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry Pinkie... I. Ummm. I need to go.&quot; Your voice trembles, everything about you begins to falter<br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a great crack you teleported yourself away in a hurry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Tension still hangs in the room now fully aware of Twilight's secrets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The beeps of the heart rate monitor on Big Mac sound some what quicker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack reaches her hoof to his shoulder noticing it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She speaks to her resting brother, &quot;Sorry ya had to hear that Big Mac...&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Rarara</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This whole situation has taken a violent shove into discomfort as you feel like the tension in the room can be cut with a knife.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nopony says a word while Apple Jack speaks to the resting gentle giant that is Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You glance from her to Pinkie who still has tears in her eyes and a quivering lip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her shoulders are slouched as she seems utterly deflated by the discovery she made.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She is being comforted by Fluttershy at the moment, &quot;There there Pinkie... Don't be upset...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fluttershy tries to calm her by bringing her in for a hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rainbow Dash walks beside her as well extending a hoof of comfort to her back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yet Apple Jack remains almost removed from the scene as she adjusts Big Mac's pillow and blanket that you made for him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie sniffles as she begins to ask aloud to no pony in particular, &quot;How could she do this to Anonymous?..&quot; the end of her sentence accompanied by another sniffle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;How could she lie to me too? I thought I was helping her because they got into an argument.&quot; She wipes her eyes with a foreleg.</span><br />&quot;Oh darling please don't be so upset.. We all are just as surprised as you.&quot; You try to make her feel less isolated in her discovery even though she was basically the last to find out.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Poor Nonny&quot; she sniffles again &quot;I should throw him a .. uh.. ummm.. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT KIND OF PARTY THAT WOULD BE!&quot; She buries her face into Fluttershy's shoulder and sobs after releasing her Pinkie scream.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rainbow Dash continues to rub her back as she looks to you with a &quot;what do we do?&quot; face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fluttershy let's Pinkie sob into her, &quot;Oh you poor poor thing... it's ok Pinkie.. Let it out, you'll feel better..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You bite your lip as you watch Rainbow and Fluttershy try to consul her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking up to Apple Jack you had to ask, &quot;Apple Jack,� dear, did you really think this was the appropriate time or place to say such things? &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Eeyup..&quot; she replies, her tone once again even and stoic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkies sobs enter your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It truly breaks your heart to hear her like this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sounds of her saddeness cut extra deep from the normally beyond energetic happy pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yet Apple Jack seems over all unfazed.</span><br />&quot;You have nothing else to say Apple Jack?&quot; You ask trying to get some sort of response.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Ah've got plenty ta say Rarity. But it ain't gonna change nothing right now. Besides it don't sound like none of ya'll wanna hear it anyway.&quot; She slouches back into her chair. &quot;Besides, that's the truth. Ah was just being honest. Ya'll forgot that Anon is like family to me 'n Mac. No. Not like,� he is family. And what she did to him ain't ok..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You slightly cringe at her retort, you understand she's upset though.</span><br />&quot;I understand darling, I really do. I'm sorry if that came out the wrong way. All I meant was maybe it could have been done in a better atmosphere than this hospital room. But what is done, is done I suppose.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Eeyup..&quot; She crosses her front forelegs across her body as she closes her exhausted eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You quietly sigh as the beeps from the heart rate monitor once again fills the silence in the room.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You snap into the open space of your bedroom, collapsing to the cold floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Unable to move your body for a moment from the debilitating humiliation and isolation you feel, you simply lay still staring at the bed wishing with every fiber of your existence that Anonymous was here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That you never made the decisions you did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That you could take it all back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel the weight of your own selfish choices crushing you still.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's costing you much more than a rocky relationship.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's costing you a husband you still love dearly, a relationship with your friends that held you together at times, and your very sanity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wish you knew where Anonymous was, but as you do that Apple Jack's words ring in your head 'What right do you have anymore to question what he does or where he is'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As much as you wanted to wave them off as a venting fit, you realized them to be true.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You simply had no right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yes you were still married on paper, but as far as the actual bond, the love, commitment...trust... all that was destroyed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you have none to blame but yourself..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes sting as you remain staring at the bed, unblinking, unmoving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Memories that were once exhilarating... exciting.. risqu�.. now revolt you.</span><br /><br />---<br />(Cue memory snippet)<br />&quot;Ungh, Flash...&quot; you whisper in your castle library.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He is ontop of you breathing heavily silencing your whispers in a deep kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You throw your forelegs up around his neck fully wanting and accepting his embrace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His tongue forcefully explores your mouth, his overpowering body weight holding you down, almost completely pinned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel helpless by it and it excites you more than anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When the kiss breaks you whisper up to him short of breath.</span><br />&quot; We can't do this, Anon might be back soon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Since when has that stopped you. You were mine first afterall.&quot; He says equally out of breath forcing his kiss back onto you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You moan quietly back into it.</span><br />---<br />(End memory snippet)<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel your stomach turn and swear you're about to be sick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You force your self up to get into your own bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Still, out of habit you lay on 'your side' of the bed leaving Anon's open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stare at the open space longing for his warmth beside you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; For his fingers to trace your body the way you loved.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; For his thumb to caress your cheek, and his lips to push softly against yours, to let you know everything was going to be ok.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Staring at his pillow, where his head would rest and you would have many of morning and night conversation,� you speak.</span><br />&quot;Anon, my love.. My life is falling apart. Tell me it's going to be ok..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pause staring at his pillow as if he was there to respond with something comforting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Or at least with one of his horrible humor retorts that you thought were incredibly cheesy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...But always did make you laugh and feel better none the less.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile almost painfully over watery eyes, imagining what he would say. &quot;Falling apart? Let me get some glue and tape and I'll see what I can do..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He would wait until you puffed your cheeks at him acting upset, until he smiled wide and ran his fingers through you mane down to your withers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It always did the trick against your pseudo fits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Only now, there is no response... no 'cheesy humor' come back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No comforting hand through your mane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Only you, your memories,� and the silence in the room that makes your own ears ring.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Apul Hat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The world around you is almost a daze as your own concentration is on your family...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Which right now means Anon and Big Mac are the very center of your Apple Family universe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're surprised Anon stayed as long as he did and even tried to sleep here, very well aware of his hatred for these places.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Never the less, your hat stays upon the seat next to the bed, reserved for when he should decide to return.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't know why Rarity was pestering you the way she was, but it was staring to annoy you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Who's side was she on anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All you did was mention the obvious,� the truth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were being honest..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That's kind of your thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie has started to compose herself as the sounds of her sobs lessened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You remain as stoic as possible with your forelegs crossed and eyes lightly closed slouched in your chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Because that's what you do, that's how they know you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Apple Jack.. You're not emotional.. you cry on the inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Unlike that selfish Twilight,�this moment isn't about you or your feelings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's about Big Mac and his healing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You find your brow furrowed slightly as your mind made the comparison.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie sniffs now mostly composed, &quot;AJ?.. are you okay?..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes remained closed, as her question and tone seem to stir you internally..emotionally..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But.. no, you don't do that...</span><br />&quot; Eeeyup&quot; you evenly reply.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie frowns slightly dissecting your body language.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You try to keep at bay the sight of your baby sisters hind legs kicking away at the barn wall, desperately trying to save Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her squeaky grunts of effort.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her tiny knocks against the towering wood barn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her absolute frustration.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Also your own feelings of powerlessness during your own efforts to break it down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You would have had it eventually, but probably not in time, you admit to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The thought of Big Mac...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His face of determination.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His deep bass grunts as he wailed against the wall with every bit of strength he had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The way he charged in without regard for him self to save his friend, his brother as thick smoke poured out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And the way he laid motionless,� much like now after Luna teleported him out in time before the barn collapsed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You knew she tried her hardest, remembering how blood dripped from her nose uncontrollably.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You watch Big Mac's chest rise and fall with large breaths only a big stallion like him could make.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Only your brother could make...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He was your hero, and you wouldn't leave his side until he walked out of this place with you by it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes close a little tighter as an unexpected sting enters them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Tiny beads of liquid form at the outsides of your closed eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Stoic... calm.. collected Apple Jack.. get it toget~</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your thought process is interrupted by a warm hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Then another, then two more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your friends all have you in a comforting hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You open your eyes slightly to see the top of Pinkies vibrant pink mane infront of you, Fluttershy and Rarity to the left and right of her and Rainbow to the side of you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You realize in the moment that you didn't have to be strong all alone for them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You could all be strong together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A shaky inhale escapes you as the warmth of their embrace breaks your defenses down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pinkie hearing this holds you just slightly tighter saying nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your exhale is just as shaky as the beads of salty liquid that build of the corner of your eyes begin to roll away from your eyes down your cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't do this, the feeling is so unfamiliar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Regardless, the tears fall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Leaving a wet streak across your reddened cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were afraid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you were finally able to acknowledge it with their silent warm support.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The heart rate monitor beeps flow through your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your brothers heart rhythm both comforting because it still sounds, and devastating because the sound reminds you that he's hooked up to machines and medicines, gravely injured.</span><br />&quot;Big Mac...&quot; you say aloud to every pony and no pony. &quot;All our friends are here, Anon was here, it'll be okay now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Perhaps unconsciously you spoke to yourself instead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your composure slips as your breathing becomes heavily shaky now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Tears begin to follow the path of the first ones, down your cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Further staining your fur.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yet you do not break down... only falter slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Because you are Apple Jack...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't do that, you're not selfish like Twilight...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take in a deep breath repeating that to your self as your four friends still held you tight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This moment isn't about you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The last time you cried was when you lost your parents, and you'll be dammed if you lose Big Mac too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anonymous</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes half open, staring straight ahead to a wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The golden morning light fills the room causing pain to your eyes as you squint lazily raising a hand to block the unwelcome illumination.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You let out an extended sigh placing your own palms into your eyes rubbing the morning out of them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A small smile creeps it's way across your lips recalling the night you had with Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It starts to dawn on you that you would like to see her outside of a dream, or tragic circumstance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You suppose it's about time to pay her a visit instead of her coming to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're sure she would like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Plus you would be in the right place to get your divor... affairs in order...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your shoulders signal deflation at the thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Cue distraction thinking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This couch sure beats the hay, out of the hay though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your own cheesy thought amuses yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Five more minutes.. who knows where you'll even stay the night tonight anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Might as well enjoy it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Shifting slightly on the couch, you let out a relaxed comfortable sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As you continue your fusion to the couch, a thought enters your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't hear anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fluttershy was usually out and about pretty early.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Did she even come home?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't want to overstay your welcome.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Letting out a whine like sigh you pivot your body up and rest your elbows on your thighs for a moment trying to force yourself up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your stomach makes its needs known with an audible grumble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Salads don't really cut it for you as a dinner, no matter how good they were.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Granny Smith really did spoil you after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The meals she prepared for you after a long days work made the labor worth it each and every day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Memories of her voice fill your head, &quot;Eat up sonny, ah can't have ya gettin skinny on us now.&quot; As she shoveled seconds onto your plate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There's nothing you would like more than to go back home to Sweet Apple Acres,� but you don't know if it's a good idea right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If anything else happened to them..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't even want to think about it.</span><br />&quot;Breakfast it isss...&quot; you say to your self as you push against your thighs and stand stretching your arms up over your head.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; After a few cracks from your back,� you begin to head out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You would thank Fluttershy later, maybe help out with some of the animals and what not like you used to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Following the path out you spy Harry the bear with his front paws up on a tree swatting towards a honeybee hive.</span><br />&quot;Harry watch the house while I'm gone!&quot; You call out to him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He looks back over his shoulder and let's out an affirmative grunt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wave as you begin your trek but notice the hive falls onto his head as he turned back around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At first he gave a &quot;ouch what the hell face&quot; before a swarm of bees exited the hive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He takes off away from the cloud of bees holding his honey prize like a football.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You shake your head and laugh a little bit at the display.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It reminds you of the time Big Mac accidentally kicked the hive from the tree as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He does hate hornets..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The memory sobers your mood as you look to the floor and begin to head into town.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Some breakfast should help your sore body and mood..</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you have once again barely slept a wink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The words of your hurt friends,� their faces of discovered betrayal, your lies, and the thought of your inappropriate decisions keep your mind to busy to rest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your sleep deprived eyes burn with every blink as you stare blankly at your night stand to a framed picture of you and your love Anonymous on your honeymoon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He's holding you up wearing his bathing suit and open button white shirt with your forelegs around his neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There are loving warm smiles on both your faces with your foreheads lightly touching, looking into each others eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The bed seems noticeably colder laying alone while reminiscing the times that made your heart soar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You want so badly to make it right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You want to fix things in the worst way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And to be fair, you think to yourself if the tables were flipped you would have an incredibly hard time coming back as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The word divorce, in Anon's voice, rings in your head as well causing your heart to simply ache.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Where was Anonymous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Was he with Luna again?...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The thought sends a spike of agony through your heart as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Have you really driven him to somepony else?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You weakly push yourself out of bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hooves clack as they land on the cold stone floor, echoing lightly in the emptiness of your room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Followed by a grumbling that your stomach releases.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was difficult to eat much from the torment yourself and others put you through, but you needed food.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why not continue being the sadist that you already are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a lazy light of your horn and a slight hover lifting your hooves from the floor, a sharp crack takes you to the restaurant Anonymous took you to on your first... &quot;interview/date&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You land somewhat close to the restaurant, and a little higher than normal as your drop a small distance.</span><br />&quot;Unf..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You land on your belly tiredly with a defeated expression.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your exhaustion must be playing into your ability to focus correctly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Oh Princess Twilight! &quot; You hear a few random ponies say out loud as several come to help you up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You almost cringe as a male Earth pony puts his hoof on you to help you up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't know him, &quot;Princess allow me to~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You shrug him off and lean away quickly, your stomach tensing at his touch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It takes just a moment to realize that he only meant to help.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Seeing his taken back expression, you decide to try come up with something to say.</span><br />&quot;I.. &quot; you look left and right noticing the small crowd gathering seeming confused at your rudeness. &quot;I'm sorry, I'm quite alright. Thank you anyway ...sir.. &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He gives you a small nod as he backs off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You rise to your hooves and dust yourself off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The small crowd one by one begins to disperse mumbling amongst themselves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Get it together Twilight' you think to yourself as you begin your walk to the restaurant.</span><br />------<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you are seated next to the window at a table for two in the Little Piece of Cloudsdale restaurant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The same restaurant you took Twilight to,� and the same one you almost died infront of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But it was the closest thing to you, and you were hungry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Plus the food was actually very good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It looks different on the inside though from the last time you were here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A little over themed for your liking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The wall you sit near is decorated up to give the appearance of being in the sky and clouds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Cheesy...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your head was buried in the menu.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It looks like it changed as well, they used to have fish dishes at least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Meats were so hard to come by around here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At least it looks like they still have eggs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You supposed you should be grateful for that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Good Morning! My name is Amethyst Star. Are we waiting for one more?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You peek over the top of your menu and spy a pink coated unicorn mare with a violet and magenta streaked mane and tail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You glance to the empty seat infront of you then back to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Welp you're now that guy eating in a busy restaurant alone.' You think to yourself.</span><br />&quot;No, it's just me&quot; you accidentally sound depressed about it.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;ohh.. Alright then, what can I get for you?&quot; She paints on a wide smile which reads 'I better not get screwed out of my tip'.</span><br />&quot;Just an orange juice, scrambled eggs and a short stack of pancakes please.&quot; You return the smile.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She jots it down with her aura scribbling it onto a pad, &quot;eggs pancakes and oj, got it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She turns to check on the rest of her tables as you look around the busy restaurant vibrant with color and conversation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Why are there unicorns working in a Cloudsdale themed restaurant' you wonder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Was that bad to think?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You shrug it off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Families and couples fill most of the tables laughing and conversing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And then there's you sitting amongst it all, alone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You catch a few glances, unsure if it's being the weird guy eating alone, or the weird guy... period.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Beast was it?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wonder if they think that of you as well here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You find yourself fiddling with your silverware to keep distracted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They all used to love you..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If not at least be accepting of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How did this happen?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were a damn model for Rarity's lines, you used to have to avoid crowds of fans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Now here you are eating alone, getting strange glances.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you are trying to hold yourself together physically, mentally and emotionally as you approach Little Piece of Cloudsdale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't really hate or love the food, but you did love coming with Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was more of a sentimental attachment than actual enjoyment of the place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Passing the closed off outside eating area, you recall the first time you sat there with Anonymous.</span><br />[Cue memory]<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You just leaned across the table and kissed Anon on the cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He just outsmarted you into admitting that you liked him, which made you fall for him even more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Someone who could outsmart even you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sure your nerves were already sky high about being on this interview. ..date.. whatever it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He played it to his advantage though, very crafty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; You got a hooficure didn't you&quot;, he says with a smile while holding your shiny pampered hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You blush a little,� he noticed!</span><br />&quot;Maybe I did Anon&quot; you say trying to sound calm, with a smile.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;And here you are saying you didn't do anything special. You really do look great&quot; his smile is genuine as he leans foward with his elbows on the table.</span><br />&quot; Oh Anon,&quot; you wave your hoof at him blushing even more.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Flash never complimented you as genuinely as Anon has.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well at least it never made you feel as pretty the way Anon did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The way he just looks at you now makes your heart skip a beat and butterflies flap in your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His thumb runs over your polished hoof and grazes your lower foreleg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The feeling of his soft hands sends a shiver down your spine.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You watch his hands move, examining them, studying them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Wondering how they work, what benefits and draw backs they have.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...What .. else they could do to you.. for yo~</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; You alright?&quot; He looks concerned</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Oh Celestia,� you were staring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;And um, ya Goin somewhere? &quot; he let's go of your hoofs, staring at your half perked open wings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Oh my... you let out a nervous laugh as you tuck your wings back to your sides tightly and shift uncomfortably.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You notice a female pegasus glancing at you, then to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her glance goes back to you with a sly wink of understanding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can feel the heat come from your flushed humiliated face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He doesn't understand though.</span><br />&quot;Oh y-ya I was just stretching all! &quot; You shoot your wings open to try to sell the lie.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Only you end up striking a tray from a servers hoof sending the contents of it flying to the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes shoot open and mouth drops.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You.. could.. die right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The server looks to the floor frustrated then to you to say something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Are you!?... &quot; He notices you're Princess Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;A..are you alright Princess?? Is .. what I mean..to say.. I'm terribly sorry&quot; he looks scared noticing your guard Shield Oath not far off watching very intently.</span><br />&quot;N-no no. It's my fault I apologize. . Really. &quot; you seem flustered.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon simply stares in disbelief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He puts his hands over his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Oh sweet Celestia you're embarrassing him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You internally panic as the mess gets cleaned up and they leave.</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry Anon... I understand if..&quot; you sound dejected ready to offer to leave.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But mid sentence he removes his hands from his face, which is now red from.... laughter?&#160;?</span><br />&quot; W-what?&quot; A look of shock is plastered on your face.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Through his chuckles he gets out, &quot;You are too much Twilight.&quot; He continues to laugh. &quot;You're so adorable when you get flustered&quot;</span><br />&quot;Excuse me??&quot; You almost sound indignant as your cheeks puff in embarrassed frustration.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You're excused. &quot; He smiles wide at his own cheesy joke, and reaches across the table booping your nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You go cross eyed for a moment, your facial features scrunch a little, as he does it, he then briefly runs his fingers through through the top of your mane.</span><br />&quot;You... yyoouu... Big jerk!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking at his expression of confidence and happiness causes your angry come back to sound empty, and before you knew it you were laughing together at the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Neither of you cared in that moment who was around or what was going on as you shared one of your first memories together.</span><br />[End memory]<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A small pained smile found its self onto your lips as you stared at the closed off section.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You would take that moment of giddy humiliation any day as long as it was with Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Shaking your head slightly you bring yourself back to your sobering reality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Weakness, exhaustion,� hunger.. Anon..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon?!.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your tired eyes widen as you peer through a window to see his unmistakable form sitting at a small table alone fiddling with his cutlery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He pushed the points of his for down to make the handle of it raise repeatedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was something he used to do that� annoyed you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But now all you could do is smile watching him poke away at his fork... like a child..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well maybe it does annoy you still, but you are happy to see him none the less.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You walk towards the entrance figuring out how you want to play this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's crowded now, so he can't really make much of a scene without having attention drawn to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe you'll finally get to talk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have no idea what to say but you know you need to try.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Poking your head through the entrance you try to see if he can spot you from there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His back is mostly to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Hi welcome to A Little Piece of Cloudsdale. We have a 25 minute wait as of&quot; The light lavender coated blond toned mane female pegasus looks up from her papers and sees it's you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;o-oh! My apologies Princess! &quot; She seems nervous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hated using your title like this but it was extenuating circumstances.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Well have something for you right away!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Actually..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You catch her attention before she jets off.</span><br />&quot;I'm here to accompany Prince Anonymous&quot; you point with your hoof in his direction.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Very well I'll walk you over~&quot; you cut her off.</span><br />&quot;I was hoping to surprise him actually.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The pegasus raised an eyebrow,� &quot; And um. How... would you like to do that?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your finger is now pushing down the flat of the fork on the table making it make a 'boing' sound.</span><br />&quot;Heh..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are a child sometimes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Right about now Twilight would have scolded you to stop playing with the silverware they're not toys blah blah... whatever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your stomach lets out another growl, only noticed by you since the noise is to loud around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sigh and begin to bury your head in a menu to distract you mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With...more food.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; God you're starving..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well keep your mind busy at least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The glances were beginning to annoy you anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hay burgers..bleh..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hoof steps approach your table as your head stays buried in the menu.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of your plate being dropped on the table, with a magic release clanks in your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nothing is said as you speak through your menu.</span><br />&quot;Umm. Thanks.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Dafuq you drop my plate for...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You raise your menu to look at your food hoping it's as good as it smells.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Oh yes, juice, eggs pancakes...what the hell happened to the pancakes&#160;!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You drop the menu as you stare into a bite mark that took a chunk of your short stack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The melting butter and syrup still flow to the crater in your delecious nourishment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't know who did this, but you will find them and you will kill them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The evidence suggests that this is a fresh wound to your beloved pancakes as the toppings still flow towards it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You raise your head looking straight ahead for a server.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When you turn to look behind you, you come face to face with an unexpected painfully familiar face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A face with.. full cheeks.. messy with syrup butter and powdered sugar...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;ei unon!&quot; Twilight says with a mouth full of your savory meal and excited eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stare dumbfounded as she chews away with a content smile and full cheeks.</span><br />&quot;W...why..&quot; you could only continue to stare as she walked over to the empty seat infront of you.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The only thing your body reactively did was pull your plate closer to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You would not let this travesty committed against your breakfast happen once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You resist the urge to yell as you look left and right noticing the crowd doesn't say a word.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They don't know...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They're used to seeing the both of you together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She... she had to of planned this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She gets to talk without you making a scene now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stare back at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She seems to be wearing a giddy victorious smile, &quot;Hello my love&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The words send a sting into your chest.</span><br />&quot;What... are you doing..&quot; your words come out even but still confused sounding.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Having breakfast with you silly.&quot; She smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Amethyst Star comes over with a plate of fresh mixed fruits and her own stack of pancakes. &quot;Here you go Princess!� Do let me know if there's anything else I can get for the both of you. Oh and how are your pancakes sir?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I..i..dont know.&quot; You continue to stare at Twilight.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh...okay then!&quot; She trots off with a forced smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight raises a strawberry up to her mouth in her aura, eating it hungrily &quot;mmm, It's fresh! You want some Anon?� She levatates one to your mouth&quot;</span><br />&quot;N-no... no I dont.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She does look exhausted and still pretty disheveled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Darker bags can be seen forming under her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her normally straight bangs, uneven and pokey.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why does she think she can just come in here and act like nothing has happened though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's baffling you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You watch as she eats away at the bowl of fruit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You decide to slowly and almost suspiciously cut into your own pancakes before they get too cold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Cutting from the bite out on an angle you try YOUR first bite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Ecstacy... They were still warm and fluffy, the butter the syrup the powdered sugar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All of it, on point.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The bite didn't bother you,� you used to share food all the time anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It did catch you off guard though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'How could it not bother you Anon... We know where her mouth... has been..' The unwanted voice rings in your mind, the bass of it echos like the inside of an empty auditorium.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stop mid chew and almost begin to choke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Twilight looks up at you concerned,� &quot; Anon are you alright? &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You force a hard swallow that has a rough time going down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Grabbing your juice you take a drink to help.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You cough a little into your hand but do not respond.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Spinning the plate so the bite faces away from you now, you have some eggs instead.</span><br />-----<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You always used to do the little bite into his food when you made him a sandwich or whatever else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You would tell him it's to make sure it's not poisoned, with your full mouth, when it was just you being hungry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He would roll his eyes every time with a sigh and eat it from where you left off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Usually run his hand through your mane and say something like 'do you like seafood?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Which you always said no to, but he would always open his mouth with his chewed food still inside with a 'ahhhh, get it? See food?'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was one of the many little things that you used to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smiled up at him while remembering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;What?...&quot; he seems annoyed...</span><br />&quot; N-nothing just remembering things..&quot; you sound almost apologetic putting a few pieces of pancakes in your own mouth.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You ask while chewing.</span><br />&quot;Do they still have seafood here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He shakes his head actually responding, &quot;no doesn't look like it. Shame. I liked it. &quot;</span><br />&quot;S-so, you like seafood then? &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;� You ask still chewing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Yea you know that...&quot; still seeming annoyed.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Screw it you're going for it, it's not like he can get more upset with you anyway.</span><br />&quot; Ahhhhh, See ffooooood&quot; your open your mouth displaying your chewed foods still in your mouth.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He stares with a straight face, his fork and knife frozen in position inside his pancakes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You notice some other customers gawking at your childish display and mumbling amongst themselves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Quickly you close your mouth as your cheeks redden.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Humiliation grips you as you politely wipe your face with a napkin.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You just finished drinking your juice after choking on your delecious warm golden breakfast delight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Clearing your throat with a grunt, you take a few more sips of your oj.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That comment actually bothered you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Alot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As ..cleanly vulgar.. the sentence was, it was right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Mixed emotions stir within you as you look down to Twilight who seems to be starting up at you lost in thought with wishful, tired eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She thinks she can come in here and act like it's any normal day...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Even if you wanted it to be, even if you admittedly thought her full cheeks caked in syrup and powered sugar was adorable, how could you escape thoughts like that again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Something as trivial as sharing the same bite of food revolted you with tainted memories..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As semi comforting as her efforts were, something always reminds you of her hidden secrets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your humiliation and Inadequacy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She's staring at you..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She's smiling at you..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why is she smiling at you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The frustration of it begins to burn with a thorough outward annoyance.</span><br />&quot;What?...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You question sharply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; N-nothing just remembering things&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The apologetic tone in her voice is almost defeating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sigh internally glancing left and right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This crowd is going to keep your outbursts in check, but at the same time you almost feel bad for snapping at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She begins to eat her own food... i..is that a stick in her hair?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You want to ask but at the same time you dont and opt instead to enjoy the comfort that only one thing in Equestria can provide you right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your warm syrup-e pancakes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; So much yes..</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With her bite mark now facing away you begin to cut yourself another piece.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Do they still have seafood here? &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What the hell kind of question is that?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And why is she talking with her mouth full..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pause before deciding to entertain a response.</span><br />&quot;No it doesn't look like it. Shame. I liked it&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was more of a polite, feel bad, banter reply with your voice even and low.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;S-so you like seafood then? &quot; Her voice both shy and excited as he appears to be holding back a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What in the seven hells is wrong with this mare right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With the seafood questions really...</span><br />&quot; Yea you know that..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Of course she knew that..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Unless she was really that~...�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Aaahhhh, see fooood&quot; she holds her mouth wide open, full of chewed pancakes at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You freeze mid cut into your own pancakes... staring with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You catch her glancing left and right with her mouth still held open as her cheeks begin to light up red.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As abruptly as she did it she closes her mouth clearly embarrassed dipping a napkin in water and cleaning off her cheeks hastily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks flustered staring down into her plate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Almost as flustered as when she smacked the full tray out of a servers hoof here on your first date.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's so adorable that it makes your heart ache for something it already missed, but can never have back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Feeling a tickle form in your stomach at her display, you look down covering your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Don't let her have this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Do not.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel your shoulder begin to go up and down as you do your best to stifle your growing laugh.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes lower in defeat as the humiliation of your normalcy attempt begins to wash over you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; All the eyes in the room feel like they're on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Their Princess... doing a 'see food' joke.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How juvenile..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why did you think that would work, he looks so embarrassed he's covering his face.</span><br />&quot;I'll just..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You go to hop out of your seat to leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But as you scoot your chair back you feel it abruptly stop on something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Followed by a &quot;Woah!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And... a loud crash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You simply close your eyes and grit your teeth visibly while inhaling through your nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You did not... do this again...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;What the.. are you!?&quot; Amethyst Star,� your server has just dropped her tray of some ponies breakfast on the floor from hitting your chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But, like the last time, realizes it was you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Are you. .. are you okay???&quot; She follows with a very forced smile as she approaches your side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If everypony wasn't staring before they sure are now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel how red your face is now as small tears of embarrassment begin to well in your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't do anything right...</span><br />&quot;I... I'm sorry... it's all my fault.&quot; You look at Anon while speaking to her.<br />&quot;I.. didn't think before I did that, and now I've caused a huge mess...&quot; you still face Anon.. watching the ambiguity of your apology evade him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It's quite alright Princess,� I'll have this cleaned in no time.&quot; The end of her sentence is forced through her teeth from a pained smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He must really be embarrassed..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He's still hiding behind his... wait</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You notice his shoulders are moving, and his cheeks are red from the parts not covered by his hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He let's out a small inhaling snort from behind his hands.</span><br />&quot;Anon?&quot; Your eyes curiously on him now.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;What is wrong with you Twilight? &quot; his voice a little higher than normal, asking still behind his hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ..is he?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You reach across the table and try to move his hands away from his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He offers minimal resistance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His face is... you gasp at him.</span><br />&quot; Anon!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He's laughing at you!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The nerve!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How dare he!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're absolutely embarrassed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Humiliated even!</span><br />&quot; It's not funny!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your cheeks puff as you cross your forelegs in tantrum style.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He's leaning back in his chair letting out a deep laugh at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How absolutely rude.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your levatate a strawberry and send it as your little fruit projectile to his chest staining his shirt a little from the juicy impact.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It makes him look back down to you with tears in his eyes and a wide smile on his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His lovely face, that you missed so bad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His laugh, his smile...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; n..no! You're mad at him this is embarrassing!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He lifts your projectile strawberry from the table still chuckling to him self and takes a bite.</span><br />&quot;It's not funny Anon!&quot; You re puff your cheeks and tighten your crossed forelegs in disapproval.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Your right Twilight.. it's not funny.&quot; He calms a little.</span><br />&quot; That's right its~&quot; you get cut off.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It's hilarious!&quot; He begins laughing again.</span><br />&quot;hmmph..&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Oh stop&quot; He reaches across the table extending a finger,� which he uses to boop your nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't help but to go cross eyed following it, and your natural reaction of nose scrunching occurs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He let's out another chuckle at that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you can't help it anymore either as you feel your tantrum face crack and a smile overtake it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At first you look down not wanting to concede defeat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But your eyes look back up to his.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His cheeks still raised in a smile, his eyes sparkling still moist from tears of laughter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If this is what just a moment of 'normalcy' with your love cost, you would pay it any time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile wide looking up at him, not caring how many others stare at your clumsy antics.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You say nothing just smiling savoring the moment...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's almost... natural.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your laughter is bitter sweet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Painful almost.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The tears you shed that would have normally been from humor and enjoyment, are from another source.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They spilled from the feeling of loss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Of heart ache.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; An agony, knowing full well, that no matter how normal this moment felt, or how much you actually enjoyed it, that things could never be the same again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your cheeks still remain raised in what actually was a genuine laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She is so awkward sometimes and it plays on your heart strings like a cello.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You suppose the least you could do is sit for a few moments and eat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe let her say what she has to while your feelings of revolt and anger are down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As much as you hate her for doing what she did, a piece of you will always love her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's why you kept you procrastinating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What kept you from running to Canterlot when you were actually able to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Also, what made the hurt so much more deep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You loved her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And this is how she repaid it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her smile distracts your train of thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...Maybe you can pretend.. just for a little bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her blush remains as she smiles, her eyes still watching you with a sence of desperation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Neither of you speak for a moment, in a silent understanding of the very temporary moment you both share and savor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sip your juice maintaining eye contact.</span><br />&quot;...You look like.. well... crap&quot; you break the silence<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her smile turns to an embarassed one again as she looks down to the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Gee. Thanks? ..&quot; she fiddles with the utensils on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ... It is a stick in her hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ..How..</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stare at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;w.what..&quot; she begins to comb at her knotted disheveled mane with her hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Feeling it she begins to pull at it first with her hooves,� then with her magic, almost panicking, further embarrassed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; umm...&quot; she looks to you with almost desperate eyes again and a posture of defeat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; little help?&quot; She let's out a nervous laugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You raise an eyebrow.</span><br />&quot;I.. uh.. ok I guess&quot; you scan the busy restaurant.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She scoots her chair next to you with a pout.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a small sigh you begin to part some of her mane gently away with your fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She let's out a small sigh as your fingers graze her head and neck as you attempt to de tangle the woodland remains from her mane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Almost got it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You glance down and notice Twilight was absolutely loving that you were doing this for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her goofy smile.. closed eyes..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well these last few hairs are completely knotted..</span><br />&quot;So how did you get this stuck again?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmm.. what? Oh you know what I don't even kn~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You yank the twig pulling several strands of hair with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;YYEEEOUCH!&quot; She spins to you in shocked anger</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She meets your smiling face while you hold the liberated twig with several stands of purple and pink hanging from it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; While rubbing her head with one hoof, she jabs your ribs with another.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Jerk&quot;</span><br />&quot;You wanted it out didn't you, it's out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She replies with her angry front, squinting at you while gripping the twig in her aura flicking it into your chest again.</span><br /><br />&quot;That's not how we say thank you&quot; You reply sarcastically focusing back on your plate.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She let's out a short huff, &quot;Thanks.. it was nice until you gave me a bald spot.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then next time get Rarity to do it.&quot; there was some unintentional sharpness in your retort.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She seems to shrink back a bit at that while she scoots back to her plate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't think you responded that harshly as you wait to see if she's going to explain the reason of her reaction</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I.. I don't think that she or any of them are going to want to talk to me for a little while...&quot; her body language and tone suggest saddeness and defeat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can safely assume why, but decide to say nothing as you take a bite of your pancakes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Damnit... they're cold..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Somehow the idea of your pancakes getting cold upsets you more than her friends being angry with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She was being evasive with the truth with all of them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; More or less lied to them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She brought it upon her self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What did your breakfast ever do?... &gt; What have your glorious pancakes ever done to deserve cold loneliness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pick at it regardless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I went to go see Big Mac yesterday&quot; she pauses appearing to have an internal struggle deciding whether to tell you or not.</span><br />&quot;...And...&quot; you say trying to keep your cool after pausing for a second.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She's treading some dangerous waters right now,� you think to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;And.. Well... They all seem to know I made a... terrible... awful mistake. &quot; she can't seem to face you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can't bring yourself to say anything,� mostly because you don't have a shred of sympathy for her in this matter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; None the less, you still attempt to keep your composure as it becomes substantially more difficult to do so.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Apple Jack yelled at me... Pinkie cried.. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack yelled at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Protective family is protective.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It was humiliating..&quot; she trails off saying that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You rest your elbows on the table holding your fist in your hand wondering what type of sympathy she expected from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Or even where she was going with this for that matter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Humiliation?� She doesn't know the meaning...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks up at you as if she wants you to partake in the conversation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After a moment of seeing that chances are you're not going to, she continues as you keep a stare upon her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I haven't slept in days Anon. I keep myself awake at night wishing I could take back my mistakes. My.. lies to my friends and to you... How I took such a beautiful... wonderful thing we had for granted. I am sorry. More than you could possibly know. I really am.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well, Pancakes.. my dear faithful friend, it looks like you will not be enjoyed today...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She again looks to you for any sign of response,� but your gaze remains unchanged.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hands let lose from eachother and you gently slide your plate away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Crossing your arms you lean back slightly and watch her again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I.. I know I am wrong Anon. And I know it's selfish of me to ask this. But, just tell me what I can do to make it better. Please.. I want you back Anon. I want US back.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The background noises become louder, a mumbled mix of noise in your ears as the anger begins to build inside of you at her words.</span><br />&quot;Why.&quot; You ask low still trying to control yourself, beginning to fail.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The question seems to catch her off gaurd, &quot;Why.. what?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why did you do it... Why should I believe you.. Why should I give you another chance...Why...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks down appearing to not have an answer, or to embarrassed to say.</span><br /><br />&quot; Right...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You put your hands on the table getting ready to stand and leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I was lonely Anon..&quot; she barely whispers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You freeze with your hands on the table.</span><br />&quot;..What...&quot; you say almost taken back.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She still can't seem to face you as she takes another minute to maintain her own composure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her plan of cornering you in public seeming to backfire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a shaky inhale she continues, &quot;I was lonely..Anon... I always had something with traveling and Royal affairs, and you were always either modeling for Rarity,� helping the Apples, running Fluttershy's adoption clinic or helping Pinkie with deliveries and parties. And if none of that,� working out with Rainbow. I'm not saying I was right in doing what I did.. or saying it's an excuse... But that is why... &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stare at her, your mouth open in awe at her 'reasoning'</span><br />&quot;You're joking...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She shakes her head after a moment, and you spy a tear drop from her muzzle as she faces down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look left and right before you lean in resting your forearms on the table.</span><br />&quot;How... dare you.. try to put fault on me, because I helped your friends like I ALWAYS..&quot; you catch yourself getting loud &quot;... like I always have. They're my friends as well don't forget... How many times have you invited me to join you on your 'Royal Duties' Twilight... I can count on one hand. Now I know why.. Because your Royal Duties apparently include being a fuck toy to Flash, your little ex coltfriend.. You threw a marriage away.. for a fling with an ex...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;N..no! It wasn't like that Anon! Please!&quot; She sounds hushed and desperate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not like that?</span><br />&quot; THEN WHAT WAS IT LIKE THEN?!&quot; You accidentally let out a throaty yell as your fists pound into the table rattling the glass and silverware on it.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The restaurant falls silent, you don't even notice as your fists squeeze tight staring at her through furious eyes waiting for her to say something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks humiliated and terrified as she glances left and right then back to you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon.. M-maybe we should talk outside?..&quot; Her eyes shift uncomfortably to the staring crowd, as your own eyes stay on her.</span><br />&quot;No Twilight, this is what you wanted wasn't it? To talk, so let's talk. Tell me HOW it wasn't like that. Go on!&quot; You ignore the stares at this point.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I uhh..&quot; she shifts in her seat looking from the crowd back to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Amethyst Star hesitantly approaches the table, &quot;Y..your bill is going to be on the house today.. I hope everything was to your liking. I-if you would please~&quot; her uncomfortable smile and speach waver when you glance to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're getting kicked out?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look back to your food that you barely touched, the bite she took from your pancakes still facing away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Then back to Twilight after you feel your stomach turn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Doing your best to salvage your deteriorated composure,� you reach into your pocket calmly and leave a hand full of bits on the table that covers the bill and a nice tip as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Amethyst Star's eyes lock on the generous tip, &quot;T-thank you sir.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't need their charity..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was just a &quot;polite&quot; way to kick you out anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Standing, you don't head for the exit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rather the back door, where the outside eating area would be if it were open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As you walk away you hear the normal conversation and flow begin to pick back up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Along with some key words that inevitably enter your reddened ringing ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Beast... Animal.. that was a new one...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon?..&quot; You hear a meek voice trailing behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hand grips the cold metal handle to the door that leads you outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pushing your way through the door you stand in a patio area.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This place used to mean something to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hands find their way into your pockets as you take a deep inhale of the cold day air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The slight overcast of gray clouds drop flurries that begin to lightly dust the cold stone floor.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of the door you came through opening and closing can be heard behind you, yet you pay it no mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nothing is said as you look up letting the cold air lower your heightened body temperature, following the flurries that drop down from the clouds with your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Letting out a deep exhale, a small white cloud leaves your mouth, fading to nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hear the familiar sound of magic ring as metal shuffled behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Glancing back over your shoulder, you notice Twilight has set up some stored tables and chairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She flaps her wings a little awkwardly to sit upon the heightened bar table type seat and awaits you patiently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I'm still willing to talk if you are Anon..&quot; Her body reads hesitancy and her tone nervousness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You turn back away unmoving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Racking your own mind, undisturbed by any... voice.. any influence, or crowds, you take advantage of the clarity you have for the time allowed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It is difficult to even face her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The small moment you had inside deteriorated so fast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Is there anything she can actually say.. anything she can actually do to make you forget everything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's not as simple as an 'ok I forgive you'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You loved her, you always will just as you promised on your wedding day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The day you promised your undying devotion and love to eachother..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But she has violated those very vows, secretly behind everyone's back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She violated your trust, your every bit of self worth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Of course she's sorry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Because now there's consequences...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heavy feet turn your body around to face the very embodiment of your pain and sorrows.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking a couple of steps towards the table you decide to sit and at least listen before making any final decisions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can only procrastinate for so long, run for so long before life catches up with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The metal legs of the chair drag across the concrete as you pull it out and sit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The silence becomes thick as small puffs of white exit your nose and mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With another shaky inhale Twilight speaks up looking at the table, &quot;Flash was my.. is my ex... When we sat out here &quot; she gestures to the patio area &quot; for the first time.. he wasn't..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; An ache radiates in your chest.</span><br />&quot; Meaning..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Meaning Anon... I was still, I guess you could say.. dating him on our own first date..&quot; she sounds like she's in pain forcing these words out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your fists get tighter and she notices.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;B-but we weren't really talking though! It just kinda faded off! He didn't like that I was so invested in you, that I spent so much time with you. I guess he noticed how much you grew on me and.. was getting jealous.. He was never able to make me feel as important as you have, or as pretty and smart and.. loved.. &quot; her sentence fades as she begins to sniffle, the weight of her decisions becoming more clear.</span><br />&quot;... And.. then you.. just what.. &quot; you threw your hands up in defeat of logic &quot;fucked him?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her gaze stays upon the table top, &quot;He got him self assigned to my guard detail... &quot; her voice quiet and somber &quot;He was there on my longer trips and close by when you were so busy... H-he.. made me feel guilty.. ending things the way I did and getting married to you.. like I owed him.. like I stole his chance at 'Royalty' away. It was nothing at first... I figured I would let him down easy and entertain his complaints. But he was there.. when I was so lonely.. When I was busy or you were.. he was there.. thats.. all it was..&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel your stomach turn at her explanation.. her reasoning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She's being honest, at least you think, you'll give her that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I don't love him Anon.. I love you.� And I made a terrible terrible mistake..&quot; her red eyes look up to you, watery, clearly holding back her full fledged tears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yet, you feel nothing but anger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not a shred of sympathy, not an ounce of empathy.</span><br />&quot;So.. you want me to forgive you.. For... 'being lonely' with your ex coltfriend.. Twilight.. I'm giving &quot; your voice turns to almost a growl &quot;aalloott, of effort.. trying to let you speak and understand what you're saying here... &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She deflates, &quot;I'm not going to make excuses Anon. It was that,� and I know it's wrong.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A fire burns in your chest at her reasoning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She just sat here and told you that she was lonely and let her ex make advances on her until it led to what it was, in less words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Yet she let it happen regardless.. Howww, oh how, can we possibly forgive her..'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not now...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You rub your temples trying to calm yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Seeing you're having some apparent difficulty she speaks, &quot;I love you Anonymous.. If there's anything you will believe.. Please believe that..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your ears begin to ring as words that should disarm you, further anger you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If that were true, none of this would be happening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If that were true she wouldn't have risked a marriage for temporary excitement.</span><br />&quot;Don't say that...&quot; your voice is low looking at the table yourself now.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pain is visible in her eyes as you speak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;It's true Anon, I love you.� And no matter how angry you get or how much you try to avoid it, it will always be true.&quot; Desperation grips her voice.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her words fall like hot embers on your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Had they been true, none of this would have occured Anonymous...' The voice seeps back into your own mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; T-That's right..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'She has an image to uphold Anonymous... How could her ponies trust her if she can't even be trusted by you..' The tone calm and convincing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That's... also true..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'We don't want to be her pawn.. Now do we..'</span><br />&quot;N-no..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Anon?.. &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have been staring pretty wide eyed at the table for a moment lightly mouthing words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;w-whats.. going on? Are you alright? &quot; She sounds worried.</span><br />&quot;....&quot; you look up at her &quot;We're.. just fine&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her worried expression deepens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;w..we? &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You close your eyes and take a deep breath.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Leaning towards her on the table you say quietly.</span><br />&quot; Twilight... I'll always love you like I promised I would... even though you couldn't live up to your half of the vow...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her eyes widen a bit, hopeful at your words as they begin to fill with tears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon i~&quot;</span><br />&quot;But.. I don't see how I could ever trust you again.&quot; You say plainly<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She blinks taken back by the sudden change in direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She moves back as if you just struck her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A tear rolls from her cheek as her mouth remains open mid sentence, in pained shock.</span><br />&quot;You betrayed everything I am. Everything I ever promised to be for you... Because you were 'lonely'... &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon, n-no..&quot; her voice cracks.</span><br />&quot;Yes.. &quot; your voice is stern.<br />&quot;You chose to... entertain Flash.. instead of being faithful to me... Your husband..&quot; your voice unusually calm.<br />&quot;You seem to forget that when you were gone... on your &quot;business&quot;.. I was still here lonely as well.. and not once ever did the idea of being unfaithful to you ever cross my mind. Why? Because I loved you...&quot; you reach across the table straightening out some of her disheveled mane.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She sits still in disbelief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hand runs from her mane across her cheek wiping away a tear before retracting back to you.</span><br />&quot;I think It's time for a divorce..&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Twilight Sparkle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your entire life seems to be crumbling before you because of your.. lack of self control.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon's touch was heaven sent, his fingers gave you chills as they caressed your mane and cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You took in the feeling of his contact like air you were deprived of for too long.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But the cold slap of reality from his last sentence, that was something you were not prepared for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You dismissed his outbursts at the hospital as being on medication or unknown side effects of magic pain relief spells.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Divorce?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He can't possibly be serious.</span><br />&quot;Anon, you can't mean that..&quot; your denial is abundantly apparent.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;How could I not...&quot; he stares at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Unable to maintain eye contact you look away briefly considering alternatives and reasons.</span><br />&quot;Be....because you said it yourself. You still love me.&quot; You attempt to sound logical, but end up sounding more desperate than anything.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Anon almost cringes at that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I did say that.&quot; He concedes</span><br />&quot;So how could you wan~&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Every time I look at you now Twilight, it is painful to me. It's like looking at a memory that I can never get back. Something so close infront of me that will never return, just out of my grasp. What I see now is a liar. A sorry liar who's apologies I believe are real only because of the consequences delivered. Other wise it would have never happened. And sure as hell wouldn't have continued happening..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He looks to be fighting for his own composure holding back saddeness, anger.. pain..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Perhaps all of those emotions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His reasoning sends an icy chill into your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...You are the source of everything wrong with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The reason he can't look at you and not feel pain.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As much as you don't want to admit it out loud, you think to yourself that he is right..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Had he not found out, had he not discovered your secret, you probably would have continued.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe not forever but at least a little longer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The shame you used to feel before... engaging... in the acts were quickly overpowered by the excitement,� the attention, the mind numbing taboo and ecstacy of it all combined.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were lonely.. in the beginning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Towards the end, you were selfish.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...Regardless you don't want to give up on Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;� You look up to meet his eyes again, to beg to plead, but notice he is facing down again, almost seeming to mouth words.</span><br />&quot;We did... i.. no.� .&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You just watch for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What is getting into him?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't want to prod the already crumbling situation, but he is acting incredibly strange.</span><br />&quot;A-Anon... &quot; you whisper.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He stops what he's doing and looks to your hooves on the table saying nothing.</span><br />&quot;Are you sure you're okay. I-i know that you're... upset with me now but is there anything I can help you with? You seem bothered by something else...&quot; you actually are being sincere.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He seems to be trying to concentrate &quot;...I'm fine..&quot;</span><br />&quot;Anon you don't seem... fine.. You were talking to yourself hun... &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; His eyes shoot up to yours while his head remains angled down. &quot;Don't.. call me that..&quot; he grunts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't even mean to, it was just part of your language when you were concerned about him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His snappy come back caused you to flinch slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;... I'm leaving.. At some point I'll be heading to Canterlot to get this divorce going. Then you can see your little Flash and not have to sneak around. Just like you always wanted in the first place.&quot; His voice was a little deeper than usual, perhaps trying to keep his emotions in check.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Stoic.. very unlike your goofy, terrible joke delivering husband.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His words cut like a sharp knife into your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't want this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't want Flash.</span><br />&quot;Anon please, I don't want to be with Flash. I don't want to be with any pony else but you. We don't have to do this!&quot; Your body tight with desperation and panic.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I'm leaving...&quot; he begins to stand with his hands on the table top.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You reach your forelegs across the table placing your hooves onto his hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your misty eyes stare to him.</span><br />&quot;I love you Anonymous.. Please don't do this.&quot; You say through sniffles<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He looks from your hooves to you, visibly conflicted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He reaches over, with his finger placed onto your chest and trails it up the length of your neck lightly until it reaches under your jaw.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He lifts your face up from under your chin gently, his touch melting you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You notice him closing the distance as your heart throbs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your face heats and legs become weak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He comes even closer as your eyes begin to close and head lifts slightly towards him with lips gently pursed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sure enough he closes the distance completly placing a soft gentle kiss onto your awaiting lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He runs his finger tips from your chin up your cheek to behind your ear and down the side your neck.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sigh into the gentle embrace wishing it would never end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When he begins to pull back, you lean forward more stealing another second or two from him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You know what this is..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's not an I forgive you...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's not a let's work this out, or even an I'll think about it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's a goodbye...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A goodbye that makes your very existence ache with regret.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A few tears roll from your already closed eyes as you do your best to take in and prolong this moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Savor his hand on your withers..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His lips on your own..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His scent..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His warmth and very company..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You do not even notice the cold air or the accumulating flurries around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Much to your dismay, he finally pulls away, his own eyes remain closed as he takes a small breath after separating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I didn't do this Twi.. You did..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He opens his eyes to meet your overflowing ones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;...You took me away from you.. no one else...Good bye..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He begins to turn and walk away.</span><br />&quot;No..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; His head lowers as he continues.</span><br />&quot;Anon!&quot; You hop down from your chair awkwardly flapping your wings after him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You never did get very good using them.</span><br />&quot; Anon answer me!&quot; You demand full of frustration.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; There has to be more to this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He's acting so strange.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Since.. Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Luna! This has to be her fault!</span><br />&quot; Luna is behind this isn't she?!&quot; You blurt out feeling as if you put the pieces of the puzzle together.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He stops abruptly causing you to crash into his back and fall back onto your flank.</span><br />&quot;Oomf.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He glares down at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You have no clue what your talking about Twilight. Don't begin to blame others for your mistakes like you already tried on Fluttershy..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Like you what?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; S.she told him...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You were just upset at the time you didn't mean to blame her..</span><br />&quot; I'm not blind Anon! I can see how she looked at you! She can't have you, you're MY husband! &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He leans down to you for a moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Not for much longer Twilight..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart tenses at this.</span><br />&quot; Not if I can help it Anon!&quot; You try being assertive.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He leans down closer to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His eyes.. his pupils.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They're.. so narrow.. slit like?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; You can't.. Twi... We're leaving..&quot; he responds in a strange voice and a smirk.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The only sounds that register into your ringing ears are the crunches that emit from the newly frozen earth under your feet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A fresh dusting of flurries lightly paint the area as you walk aimlessly away from your treacherous wife Twilight, her figure shrinking in the distance as you travel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There is a sharp pain in your head and eyes, accompanied by an ache in your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It begins to register in your mind that some of the words that left your mouth weren't necessarily... your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They were things you definitely thought, and over all agreed with, but were not spoken out of your mouth of your own will.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not of your own thought process and decision making.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You need to figure out what's happening to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're almost convinced you're starting to lose it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A voice?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Not fully controlling your own speech?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Black outs during stress?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How could you bring this up to anyone without sounding absolutely insane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After exhaling into your own hands while covering your face, you drop your arms to your side with a slap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't even know where you were walking to..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You want to get to Canterlot at some point, but as much as you don't want to go back to that hospital,� you do want to check in on Big Mac and Apple Jack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a sigh your feet begin to head towards that direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The towering structure, not terribly far off in the distance.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; During your walk you were able to clear your mind for the most part.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was something that you could be concerned with and focus on later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In true procrastination fashion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Walking through the entrance you are met with the familiar and unwelcome sight and smells of hospital.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Busy staff write away at desks as white coated ponies can be seen going from room to room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Coughs and sneezes can also be heard sporadically from different areas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It appeared to be alot busier than the last time you were here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Probably a bunch of ponies with colds or whatever it is they get here...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As long as Big Mac was well taken care of, it was of no importance to you at the moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You continue down the familiar route towards his room getting an occasional glance from the staff as they pass whispers among eachother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't even care anymore, as you keep your head straight and walk with purpose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Here it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After waiting a few seconds outside the door collecting yourself,� you enter the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack is planted right where you left her being the faithful little sister she is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And Big Mac.. much to your own dismay is as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Asleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack turns her head to you with tired eyes, but a soft genuine smile crosses her lips as she recognizes you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Howdy Anon&quot; she says in almost a whisper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nod with your own forced smile, eyes still on Big Mac.</span><br />&quot;Hey AJ..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; There is a short silence in the room accompanied by the quiet hiss of flowing oxygen from the hose rigged to Big Mac's nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;..Ah saved ya a seat.&quot; She motions to the chair with her hat on it.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You still stand a few steps in from the doorway looking to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hands fiddle almost uncomfortably not knowing what to do with them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Fucking Hospitals..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Ya gonna have a seat?..&quot; she asks as she scans your apparent discomfort.</span><br />&quot;Y-ya. &quot; you make your way to his bedside, lifting her hat from the chair and placing it on your own lap.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your fingers uncomfortably play with the brim of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sitting with a quiet sigh you look your friend over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Besides for some fresh bandaging and simple grooming he looks the same.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It chips away at your resolve to see him like this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking around the room to distract yourself, you take note of the different gifts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Colorful balloons, a quilt, flowers, cupcakes...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Cupcakes.. You may have to partake in some of the those since you were robbed of your dependable breakfast bestie, Pancakes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You will be missed Pancakes...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Ah'm surprised you came back so soon Anon.. Ah know how ya feel about these places.&quot; She attempts to strike up some dialog.</span><br />&quot;Wha?.. oh ya. How could I not.&quot; You look over to her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She gives you a warm smile that you try to return.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;What's wrong sugar cube, ya seem off.&quot; She asks confidently, clearly being able to dissect your mannerisms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As good if not better than.. well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Her bluntness makes you hesitate to answer.</span><br />&quot;I, nothing just.. I don't like these place is~&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;That's not it. Ah may be a bad liar, but you're not much better mister.&quot; She interjects with her brutal honesty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your look of shock quickly fades to a fate accepting smirk as you flick her hat over the bed at her.�</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She catches her hat slightly awkwardly in her hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You swear you hear her sigh in relief as she places and angles the hat on her own head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It brings a small smile to your face as she gets comfortable in her chair once more.</span><br />&quot; Ya you're right..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Spill it, sugar..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You begin to rub your head as you determine how far you want to go into details and how much is appropriate for now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She raises an eyebrow at you waiting for a response.</span><br />&quot; It's Twilight. &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Figured as much..&quot; She says unsurprised with a small eye roll.</span><br />&quot;She keeps trying to... Act like nothing is wrong and normal around me.. She tried bringing me food here at the hospital. She almost lost her mind when she saw Luna was still here.� She popped into the restaurant I was at and tried to just sit down and eat with me. She desecrated my pancakes!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;She what now?..&quot; You seem to have lost her on the last part.</span><br />&quot;N..never mind that.. She told me you yelled at her too. Like she wants sympathy from me. Scary part is she almost got it from me, until she started to tell me about Flash, and what happened here...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Probably because that's what ah.. 'spoke' to her about. Every pony knows she's wrong but Nopony wants to say nothin. What kind of friends would any of us be to either of you if we didnt. And as far as ah'm concerned, she lied to you she cheated on you. I care as much as if were to happen to Mac.. it ain't okay..&quot; She seems frustrated as she speaks, but her passion dies down at the mention of Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Both of you remain quiet for a moment the steady hiss of oxygen filling the silence.</span><br />&quot;I appreciate the concern. But your energy should be focused here&quot; you pat the hospital bed.<br />&quot;I can handle this.&quot; You say both trying to convince her and yourself.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I suppose.. &quot; some defeat in her tone. &quot;What are ya gonna do?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hands rub your thighs a little uncomfortably before answering.</span><br />&quot;Probably.. go to Canterlot and get a divorce AJ..&quot; you force your tone to remain even.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As much as she must have been expecting the answer, she still seems a little shocked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Ah see..&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ya.. anyway.. enough about all that. What did they say about Mac?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She draws in a long inhale visibly annoyed by the thought and trying to change conversation gears, &quot;The same as before. Rest. Time patience.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A wave of defeat hits you hoping for better news.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At least he is stable though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your glance turns to Apple Jack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks so tired.</span><br />&quot;How are you holding up AJ?&quot; You asked concerned.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She looks almost confused at the question, if not surprised.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Well Anon, you're the first one to ask me that. Ah don't know how to even answer that. Ah been keeping my mind busy on him. It ain't no time to worry about me.&quot; She tries to brush off the question.</span><br />&quot;Someone's gotta&quot; you offer her a small smile which she reciprocates.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Ah suppose.. Ah'm just tired is all.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why don't you sleep and do what you gotta and let me stay here for a little.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; You know ah'm not goin anywhere Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well at least try to sleep a little more.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lean foward and snatch a cupcake from the small table.</span><br />&quot; Mind if I uh.. have.. one? &quot; you ask as you already bring it towards your mouth.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; By all means.&quot; She extends a foreleg in a 'go ahead' manner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stuff the bite sized cupcake into your mouth like a starving beggar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Good god that's delecious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Chocolate, frosting, sprinkles..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You decide to take one more since the plate overflows with them anyway, but when you turn to face Apple Jack with icing and crumbs on your face, you notice she is beginning to nod off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You quiet your movements and settle back into the chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She was so exhausted the poor thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can stay awake until she's up again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She deserves at least that much.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack snores lightly while you take a moment trying to relax your anxiety from being in this hospital.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hands continously fidget without your knowledge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Reaching out to the cupcakes, you decide to steal a third.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Settling back into the comfort of your chair you savor the tasty treat quietly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How did she do this for so long?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It would drive you insane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You watch Big Mac for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His restful face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Relaxed, as if he was just normally sleeping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The large breaths he takes causes his chest to rise and fall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The new clean white bandaging..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He was going to be okay.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Simply because he had to be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; If there was any good left in what you thought was supposed to be a utopian world,� he would make it through this fine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You all would be back on the farm working the busy season, having big dinners set by Granny Smith.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Selling out of barrels upon barrels of cider.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Swimming lake side with the family, enjoying a day off with a glass of Apple Jackdaniels..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking up to Apple Jack, you think of how much this must be affecting her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She hasn't left since he has been here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You know she's worried and obviously stressed, but she keeps so much of it inside which worries you as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was probably the reason she went off on Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As much as you appreciate her support and defensiveness, you also don't want to be part of the reason a long standing friendship gets wedged apart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You watch the poor exhausted pony sleep for a moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It will all be okay..</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sounds of hooves on the unsightly hospital floor begin to echo louder an louder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Followed by a familiar voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Where's my Big Mac at dearie?&quot; You hear in a shaky elderly voice from the hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You glance back to Apple Jack,� who is out cold at this point letting out short random snores.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Silently you stand and make your way to the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Peeking your head out you notice Granny Smith and Apple Bloom speaking with a nurse at the desk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Quietly making your way from the room to them you make your presence known</span><br />&quot;Hello ladies.&quot; You say barely above a whisper.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Granny Smith and Apple Bloom turn at the same time, both their voices are loud and excited, &quot;Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You give a small wave as you approach with mild smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Bloom closes the distance quickly and clings to your leg with a short hop. &quot;You're alright!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I'm fine.&quot; You pat her on her tiny head messing up the angle of her oversized light red bow that sat just behind her ears.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Get down offa him Apple Bloom, he's not fine he SHOULD be restin!&quot; She emphasizes the 'should' while she tries her best to give you an authoritative stare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You continue to reassure Apple Bloom while looking to Granny Smith with a warm smile knowing full well that those would be her exact words.� &gt; Her stare begins to falter as her emotions begin to show.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She's worried sick, and it chips away at your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hold out your free hand to her signaling to come over.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She does, still trying to maintain her proud appearance.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When she gets close enough you take a knee to get to her height.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She begins to crack with a trembling voice, &quot;Oh my boy...&quot; she puts her face into your chest and a foreleg around your back as Apple Bloom does the same on the other side.</span><br />&quot;It's alright..&quot; you re assure them while hugging them both.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Granny Smith pulls back collecting her self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're sure you heard a few sniffles from her while she hugged you.</span><br />&quot;I'm fine.. really&quot; you try to re assure her still.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You should be layin down not walkin around boy..&quot; The fire that's usually behind a sentence like that is replaced by a concerned tone.</span><br />&quot;I promise I'll relax when I get a chance to. I.. Just can't right now. But I feel perfectly fine&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Bloom joins in, &quot;Anon, ah knocked ya out with ah snowball, and ya just got out of a bad fire. Maybe she's right.&quot; Her southernish accent mixed with her innocence melts your heart.</span><br />&quot;Well.. that just means you can throw harder than an entire burning barn falling onto me, now doesn't it.&quot; You adjust the bow on her head with exaggerated care.<br />&quot;Maybe you'll get a snowball cutie mark?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She rolls her eyes at you with a sigh and a 'really?' expression.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;How's Big Mac?&quot; Apple Bloom jumps straight to the point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel like something is caught in your throat as you attempt to keep your gentle smile.</span><br />&quot; Well, he's resting. Probably because he knows you're going to come here and tell him to anyway. And he's alot smarter than me so he decided to do it before you make him.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;He's sleepin then?&quot; She asks curiously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You notice Granny Smith watching your answers very closely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Probably because she hasn't told her much to keep her from worrying.</span><br />&quot;Mhmm. That's why if we go in we need to be quiet so he can rest. Alright? He'll be fine though don't worry your self. &quot; you downplay the severity of the situation.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;oh.. okay then&quot; she keeps her brave face on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You glance to Granny Smith who gives you a small nod.</span><br />&quot;Ok. Let's go then.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stand with a small grunt of effort and begin to head back to the room as they follow you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The thee of you quietly enter the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Blooms face drops slightly at the sight of Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You offer your seat to Granny Smith as she removes the saddle bags she was carrying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You help her take the contents out and place them on the table.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple pie which by some defiance of physics, time and space, was still in perfect shape and still warm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Fritters as well, your favorite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You scratch your head for a second realizing what's on the table is bigger than the size of the bag they came out of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'magic'... you shrug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Bloom digs into her own small Apple branded saddle bag removing a small dark gray button eyed raggity doll.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Mr Smarty Pants..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Rearing up on her hind legs, she places the doll next to her older brother, proped up on the pillow next to him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; While you pretend to organize the the table you watch, the sight painfully warming your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You used to poke fun at him for the child's doll, but the whole innocence of the situation now changes everything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After she silently finished she scurried to the other side of the bed and crawled into the chair her sister was sleeping in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It woke Apple Jack a little, but she quickly noticed who it was and allowed her to sit, cuddled against her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Blooms head rested on her sister facing Big Mac.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; For a moment nothing is said as you all face him as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Granny Smith reaches a hoof out adjusting his blanket tucking him in slightly with a long inhale, &quot;We're all here now Mac. Wake up soon and say hello wontcha?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes fix on Granny Smith who seems to be doing her best to hold herself together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder while offering a gentle smile and she does her best to return it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This was now a room of family to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You will make this all right..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Those responsible will pay..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But right now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's about being here with them.</span><br /><br />---<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Next train to Canterlot will be departing in five minutes. Please make sure to have your tickets ready!&quot; A pony bellows out over the noise of the small crowd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stand on a semi crowded train platform awaiting the Canterlot bound train.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You left the hospital a short while ago after spending a few hours with your family.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was emotionally draining but comforting at the same time to be surrounded by ones you loved.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Apple Jack knew where you were going,� but you had decided to with hold that information from Granny Smith and Apple Bloom for the time being.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Holding your first class ticket, and a small bag of Apple treats Granny Smith packed for you, you scan the crowd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There seems to be a diverse group here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Obvious business types.. Average locals.. even some snobby upper class who appear to have their 'help' tending to their luggage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No pony you immediately recognize..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The stares and whispers that you inadvertently catch are beginning to not even phase you anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yet you still don't understand why you get them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I told you.. That's him..&quot;�� -�� &quot;That's the 'beast?' He doesn't seem so ..bad&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Doesn't seem so bad?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You suppose that's the least insulting insult you have heard so far...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Attention,� the train is approaching,� Please stand back from the edge of the platform!&quot; The voice carries over the noise again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With heavy chugs and puffs, the train can be seen pulling in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The metal wheels on metal rails let out a squeal through out the area as the train slowed and halts with a loud exhaust release.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; All aboard the Northbound train to Canterlot! &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Several of the train crew neatly dressed in uniform step from the train and begin to check for tickets.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You follow the line, ticket in hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Ticket please, very good, thank you&quot; they repeat mechanically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When you approach, you hand the ticket with a pseudo smile.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Thank you sir, Looks likes you'll be riding in a private cabin. Please make your way to the front of the train. Staff will be with you to check in on you shortly.&quot; The little pony looks up to you with a painfully plastered smile.</span><br />&quot;Thanks&quot; you return your own generic smile.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Making your way to the front proves to be somewhat of a pain as you cautiously step foward, trying not to step on any limbs luggage or tails.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a few bumps and 'excuse me's' you finally make it to your private cabin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sliding the thin door open you make your way in to the empty tiny lounge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sit back on the padded seat and let out a stress releasing sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hopefully they had booze for this ride.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It would be a few hours and your nerves were sky high.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You turn your head to stare out of the glass window, looking over the section of Ponyville.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A place you thought used to be your own little 'Kingdom' though you never acted like it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A place where you thought you had a town full of friends and acceptance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A place that will always be tainted to you now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The only real home you had left was at Sweet Apple Acres.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With any luck every pony would be back there soon.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a lurch of your cabin accompanied by a prolonged mid toned whistle, the train began to move.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your journey was beginning.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Swaying with the initial movement your eyes remain out the window fixed on the scenery of Ponyville.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With in moments the scenery began to shrink, the town becoming further yet more completly visible as a whole in your window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have to let it go you think to yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Leaning your head back against the pillowed head rest, you draw a nerve calming inhale that you hold for a moment before letting out a long sighing exhale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Where's the booze in this thing?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You flip open near by compartments and drawers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Blankets.. pillows.. nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A knock on your thin sliding door startles you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Food and drink service! &quot; the voice sounds from the other side of the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...Yes and yes!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Standing you walk over to the door, somewhat excited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're still hungry and in dire need of a drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a gentle slide of the door, you come face to face with an orange coated brown maned pegasus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sight of him is painfully... familiar, yet different, invoking memories you would rather not have.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yet it is not the one you recall.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Good day Sir! I will be your server for the remainder of your travels. Is there anything I can interest you in? Food, drink, reading material? &quot; he politely asks.</span><br />&quot;Ya, you got any booze on that cart of yours?&quot; You ask bluntly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Uhh.. W-we have a small variety of wines?..&quot; The pegasus seems taken back by the crassness of your request.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sigh dejectedly.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Wine wasn't your thing unless you had a nice dinner, preferably a steak to accompany it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Steak.. How you miss it.</span><br />&quot; I'll take the red.. please.&quot; You add in the please realizing you were being unintentionally rude from your anxiety.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; We have a Cantorlet Sauvignon... A Pinot Neighor.� A ~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You raise your hand before he can get down the list of ponified wine types.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It doesn't matter to you anyway.</span><br />&quot; I'll just take the first one..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He appears to be biting the inside of his cheek holding his comments.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; None the less he retrieved your bottle of Cantorlet Sauvignon, pristine white napkin wrapped holding it out to you for presentation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Berry Estates' labeled the bottle in an old English style script and simple sketch of what appeared to be a vineyard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hmm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You didn't know that alcoholic pony had an 'estate' never the less a vineyard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You should have got to known her a little better!</span><br />&quot;That's fine..&quot; you say wondering why he wouldn't just give you the damn bottle already.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;s-sir.. would you care to inspect the bottle and sample the~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Etiquette was never your strong point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your goofy personality and jokes usually kept you out of trouble, but lately you just weren't in the mood.</span><br />&quot;It's fine.. Thank you..&quot; you say trying to inject a sence of personality with a small polite smile.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;o-okay. Very good sir&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Success!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He turns possession of the bottle to your hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a quick scan of his inventory, you spy some sandwiches as well.</span><br />&quot; I'll take one of those as well.&quot; You gesture to what appears to be a mostly vegetable sandwich.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Of course Prince Anonymous.&quot; He removes it from the cart.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart squeezes tighter at the title.</span><br />&quot;Anon is fine, friend..&quot; your polite smile remained.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The little orange pegasus almost flinched at that, &quot;Sir I would feel most uncomfortable referring to you in such a manner.&quot;</span><br />&quot;It's alright, to be honest I don't like the title anyway. I'm still just regular old Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You offer a friendly pat to his shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why did you ride first class?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You forget how stuffy and arrogant they can be up here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The poor pegasus probably thought this was a set up or test.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;As you wish sir.&quot; He offers a slight smile at your disarming words and gesture.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sir.. you suppose you'll have to settle for that.</span><br />&quot;What's the damage friend? &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He seemed confused at your choice of words, but after a second understood you refer to payment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Prin... er.. Sir... You are on the first class section of this train. There is no charge.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Oh..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Wait free booze?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe this will be a good trip afterall!</span><br />&quot; Outstanding. &quot; You offer a happier smile.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Indeed. Will that be all for now Sir?.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Reaching into your pocket you drop a hand full of bits onto the tray, far exceeding what would be a customary tip.</span><br />&quot;For now yes. I'll be working on this&quot; you tap the bottle with a finger nail as you take a step back into your cabin.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The pegasus was staring at the tip you left him as if you just preformed a miracle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Thank you sir! I'll be sure to check on you shortly!&quot; He gives you a shiny eyed smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The rich must be prude with the tips here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It doesn't really surprise you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; With a nod you retreat into your cabin with your food and drink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Falling back heavily into your seat, you land with an audible sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking over the sandwich you catch yourself grimacing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Vegetables and bread.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Uhg.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You wanted to save the treats you got from Granny Smith for later, so... Veggie sandwich it is.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You eat your sandwich while the train sways lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The rhythmic pounding of the steel wheels coming across imperfections on the rail smoothness sounds continously throughout the car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking in the scenery as you speed along while choking down your dry sandwich proves to be distracting, yet making time pass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But jeez is this thing dry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Good thing you have your friend Mr. Wine here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking it into your hand you look the bottle over once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Cabernet Sauvignon... Cantorlet Sauvignon...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You learn a new ponyism everyday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Now to open this bad boy!.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ... with...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You don't possess the means to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Perhaps you shouldn't have rushed the poor pegasus, it has come full circle to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Gripping the bottle in your hand you stand, frustrated with yourself slapping your thigh with your free hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You guess you'll have to find him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Peeking your head out of the frail door you look left and right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No sign of the server.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Adventure time, you won't be going on this train ride sober if you could help it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well his cart was facing to the right when he was at your door, so let's start that way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It is just just a train after all, he couldn't have gotten far.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your walking sways with the train as you use use a hand to the wall to guide your steps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You probably should have gotten his name...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The idea of yelling &quot;hey server&quot; to get his attention didn't seem very polite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pass from train car to train car in search of him or something to at least open this damn bottle.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Finally you come across a door that simply says 'supplies'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Glancing left and right semi suspiciously,� you give the handle a twist and open the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Forks, knives, dinner plates, napkins... Jack pot!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have obtained:'Cork Screw'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Taking that and a small sharp dinner knife to peel off the cover on the cork, you make your way back to your cabin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After passing through several train cars you return to yours and notice another service cart, unattended by your door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Huh.. maybe you should have waited a little for him to come back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You really aren't good with this first class thing..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As you approach your door, a loud crash of what sounds like glass freezes you in place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of shuffling and hushed voices pass through the frail door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Where is that ape, Anonymous... servant..&quot; an angered whisper can be heard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I don't know!&quot; The familiar voice responds, panic evident in its tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Another loud crash and deep thud comes through the wall accompanied by a whimper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Sirs! Please I do not know! He was here earlier I came to check up on him and he was gone!&quot; Desperation clear in his voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Sirs.. there's more than one in there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Where did that beast go then?&quot; The unfamiliar voice growls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I..I don't know! I was only in here but two seconds before you crashed through the window! &quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You can hear the server drag him self towards the door while he speaks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have to do something...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;N-no please!&quot; His voice begs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A loud thud and grunt can be heard, right before the server is thrown into the frail door, which gives way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His head and forelegs land inches away from you as you stand beside the door.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You grip your bottle looking down to him ready to charge in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking up and taking a step foward, you feel a hoof stop you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's the server...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He quickly shakes his head and mouths 'run'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The act makes you freeze in place once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why would he protect you like this?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Hoof steps coming closer towards you enter your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There's definitely a few in there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You take a step back and kneel low, then mouth the quietest of whispers. &quot;Yell that I went that way&quot; you point away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; More fear fills the already horrified pony's face.</span><br />&quot;Do it!&quot; You whisper urgently.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The idea of leaving him didn't sit well with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He closes his eyes for a moment drawing a calming breath.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Prince Anonymous!&quot; He points away from you with a hoof as you hug the wall kneeling behind his cart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hear the hoof steps halt with some metal clanks, &quot;You.. outside several cars up.. block him in.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Several wing flaps can be heard over the air that rushes in through a what you assume to be broken window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You with me...&quot; the same voice commands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Corporal Sentry will reward us handsomely if we capture this ape...&quot; there is some thrill behind his voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...Flash..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The server abruptly gets yanked back into the room by what you assume was a magic grip by the sound and violence of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Please! He's the way I pointed. Leave me be now!&quot; The server begs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Shut up you sniveling.... You, go scout the next train car while I deal with this loose end...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Shit..</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Pushing your luck you impatiently wait and listen intently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Without fail, a cloaked pony trots down the direction your server friend pointed, not even glancing in your direction.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's type, gender and features unable to be identified.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Waiting until it's out of sight,� you slowly peek into your train car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; An armored unicorn...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A golden armored unicorn...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He wears a full face helmet and has light armored plates covering his cutie marks..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But no mistake, that was Royal Canterlot armor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It would be difficult to fight him head on with him in that armor and you without a proper weapon...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He holds a spear in his sky blue aura pointed to the server, &quot;You knew where he was this entire time didn't you. You tired to buy him time..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;N..No sir!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Creeping in quietly, you silently place the bottle you carried on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heel rolls your weight foward to the ball of your foot not making a sound as you stalk your way behind the unknown unicorn.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sound of air rushing in from the broken train car window masking any slight sound you did make.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Please sir, I'm begging you!&quot; He must be acting, there was no way he didn't see you yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; You beg the wrong one. You have become a lose end that needs to be... tied UUURK~~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His sentence is cut off as your arm slipped around his long neck that lacked armor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your forearm and bicep tucked and squeezed tightly under his jaw while yanking back, denying the ability to make sound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Extending your leg, you push his weight foward and trip him to the floor, his armor clanks as he begins to desperately flail while you hold tight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel his attempts of magic grip on you as it fails continously.</span><br />&quot;Now now, we know that's not going to work don't we?&quot; You growl with your whisper.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The unicorn attempts a few more frantic bucks and spastic movements desperately trying to free himself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He is able to strike your back a few times, but nothing damaging.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After a few more seconds you feel his body begin to relax and eyes stare at one point on the wall unblinking or moving half lidded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; For some insurance you held tight for another several seconds watching intently bearing a sharp toothed smile.</span><br />&quot;That's it.. go to sleep little pony...&quot; You say low and deep, almost amused.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Adrenaline and strength flowed through your body as you released your victim to the floor with a rag doll like thud.�</span><br />&quot;Piece of...&quot;you grunt to yourself not finishing the sentence as you stand and prod at the body at the floor with a foot.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He was not dead.. but would be out for a little while.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You notice your server friend cowered in the corner at the display of violence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A spear laid on the floor between you that was meant for his death.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You catch him looking at it then you, fear painted on his face.</span><br />&quot;Are.. you alright? ..&quot; He wasn't going to do what you think he was..<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Was he?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You JUST saved him!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As your adrenaline began to calm with growing concern, the familiar ache in your head, mostly your eyes became more apparent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The poor pony seems to be shaking doing his best to hide it, &quot;I-its true then?&quot; His sentence barely whole as his composure falters.</span><br />&quot;What's true my friend?&quot; You're so lost but decide to keep calm and friendly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He must have been scared to death by those guards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You suppose you owe him what might have been your life had he not forgotten to provide you with the corkscrew in your back pocket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Also for offering to have you escape for the trade of his own safety.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; That.. you are, a beast..&quot; His eyes remain glued to you, full of question and uncertainty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You deflate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...Dick..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; After saving him, he's referring to you as that as well?</span><br />&quot; I...uh.. have been referred to that mostly in bed.&quot; A cheesy grin crosses your mouth<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Heh... wait</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No reaction...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Swing and a miss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You rub the bridge of your nose with your finger and thumb with frustrated closed eyes.</span><br />&quot;Recently, I guess I've been getting called that. Yea.. Though I'm completely unsure as to why exactly.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Unsure?.. You do.. well .. that&quot; he motions to the unconscious pony on the floor riddled with anxiety himself &quot; to unsuspecting ponies&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He remains back pressed to the corner in fear of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Unsuspecting?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;And also.. well.. Your features...sir..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You raise an eyebrow running your fingers over the details of your face.</span><br />&quot; Im.. not sure exactly what it is you mean.. Because I'm a human?&quot; You inquire trying to make sence.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He shakes his head nervously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You offer a kind smile trying to be comforting and understanding.</span><br /><br />&quot;Well enlighten me friend.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He seems to back up harder into the wall when you do though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Confused,� you raise your hands showing you mean no harm as you back up slightly.</span><br />&quot;I obviously mean you no harm, or I wouldn't have come in to help you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Well... umm.. its.. well look&quot; The pony reaches for a polished silver tray next to him on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Raising the reflective bottom of it up to your face, you stare at the tray absolutely lost at what he's trying to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But when the angle is right, and your own face reflects back to you from it you wince backwards raising a hand in an almost defensive posture.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What in the god damn world..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The face that you just glanced at..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was hardly your own.</span><br />&quot;What kind of magic is this? Is this a trick??&quot; You're the scared sounding one now.<br />'Heh heh.. calm yourself.. &quot;friend&quot; ' the unwelcome bass enters your mind.<br />&quot;Stop..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You drop to your knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;s...sir?.. it's a reflection. Nothing more. P - please,� I apologize if I offended you, do not harm me.&quot; He seems to be begging you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You grab the tray from his hooves and stare into the imperfect reflection.�</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It adds a mis shapen wave to your head, but offers some detail... that you were not ready for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The eyes that stared back to you, they were a strangers...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Ones of a monster... a beast's</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Green where the whites of yours were.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Intense red irises..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Narrow cat like pupils..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A purple light mist even seemed to be trailing from the corner of your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your mouth began to drop from shock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&#160;!!!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your chest further tightens at the sight of your teeth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They're sharp!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your tongue traces the shape of them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yet as confusion further grips you the very features that put you in this state of bewilderment begin to fade.</span><br />&quot;What in the...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hands runs over your face once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Is this what the pain was?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You lower the tray from your face in an absolute loss of reasoning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your friend seems to be just as confused.</span><br />&quot; T..this is why? This is the reason they call me a beast?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He slowly nods.</span><br />&quot;Please, tell me. I promise you, you have nothing to fear from me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;W..well.. like I said. It's uh.. what you did look like.. and your attacking of innocent ponies to feed your power. I heard you attacked innocent Guards..&quot;</span><br />&quot; Feed my what now? &quot; The humor of� that explanation brings you out of your shock and confusion.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He seems embarrassed by your retort, &quot;It's what I've heard sir...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well I promise you that's a load of horse sh... a load of crap. I have only hurt ponies that tried to hurt me, my friends or family...Where have you heard this garbage? &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; From the Royal Guards, business and Noble ponies... Sir..&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; From the guards...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Why are you not surprised..</span><br />&quot;Did one happen to be Flash Sentry?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; No sir... b-but... I did hear them mention that name.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You snort at the idea of him.</span><br />&quot;He is a pony I hurt. For reasons I'd rather not share with a new friend. He is a pony that hurt me in immeasurable ways. But trust me when I say.. He deserved worse...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; He gulps audibly at the seriousness in your tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look down for a moment before rising and stare through the broken glass window for a moment.</span><br />&quot; Before I don't have a chance to ask again.. What is your name, friend?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I..it's Eminent Toiler... Sir...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Wut?..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;My... friends just call me Toil..&quot; he looks incredibly uncomfortable.</span><br />&quot;Toil it is then.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You raise the tray back to your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It looks normal now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your tired yet handsome self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It still doesn't make sense to you. ..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Maybe if you ask Luna, she can...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Wait... Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She was.. is.. Nightmare Moon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She has the ability to change features when she gets into her.. moods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Holy.. is this what she was warning you about??</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A shuffling distracted your revelations as you lowered the tray that blocked your vision of your new friend 'Toil'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Who at some point seems to have lifted the spear you forgot about on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He had it in hoof, reared back as if he were about to chuck it at you.</span><br />&quot;Woah Toil! What the hell!&quot; You raise the metal tray hopefully to use it as a shield.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Get away! &quot; he shouts panicked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He released it with a violent sloppy throw foward in your direction.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was such a bad throw that you barely had to lean out of the way at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He seems frozen in fear failing to mouth any words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; An inaudible stuttering is all he's capable of.</span><br />&quot;I thought I said I wasn't going to~~&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; A glass clink of a bottle falling over perks your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The bottle you placed on the floor by the entrance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Looking closer at Toils eyes you notice he's not looking directly at you, but just past you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Shit, you forgot about the other two. &gt; You grip the tray in hand tightly as you take a deep inhale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Spinning quickly trying to use your tray in hand as a weapon, you are struck mid turn by a powerful hind leg buck to your mid section.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The force of it sends you flying back to the broken glass on the floor by the window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The tray you held seems to have luckily taken the brunt of the impact as you see its now contorted shape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But Damnit did that still hurt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You sit, back to the wall clutching your damaged tray looking towards your hooded attacker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The shine of what you assume to be a blade reflects from under its hood.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Toil chucked the spear at the stalking pony... not you.</span><br />&quot;You do realize who you're attacking don't you?&quot; You ask angrily.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hooded opponent slowly nods in response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Standing cautiously you continue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The deep oranges of the setting sun provides less light into the cabin than before as the wind gusts in from your back.</span><br />&quot; Then that narrows you down to the ones responsible for burning my family's barn down.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; A chuckle is heard but no words are spoken.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...You'll take that as a yes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'They are the reason we almost died.. Why Big Mac is in the hospital...Fighting even now for his very life...' The voice rocks through your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart squeezes painfully, as you control your growing fury.</span><br />&quot;Then you realize,&quot; your eyes widen a little in excitement for a taste of sweet revenge as a strange tooth baring grin crosses your mouth, &quot;That you're not leaving here alive.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your excitement is cut short as the sound of air moving changes behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Suddenly there is an incredibly heavy pressure around your neck that pulls you back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Raising your hands to it instinctively,� you feel a rope or something of the sort being pulled back around it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; Easy now Beastie.&quot; A voice from behind you teases in your desperate situation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The pegasus..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You thought he left for the front of the train.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His rear hooves brace against the window edge as he leans back outside of the train with a rope around his front hooves that sinks into your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Trying your hardest you attempt to slip your fingers under the rope that squeezes your windpipe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Growls and grunts are the only thing escaping your mouth as you frantically move and grip at it to no avail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The hooded pony methodically approaches as you struggle, the blade becoming more apparent.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You raise a foot to prepare to kick the pony infront of you away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But when you do the pegasus yanks harder back causing you to lose balance, almost pulling you through the window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; One of your hands reaches to the inside wall to prevent you from being pulled outside of the moving train.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yet it also allows the rope to sink further into the soft flesh of your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Well well. We are in no shortage of predicaments are we?..'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The voice angers you as you begin to feel the urgency of your situation sink in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your breathing is heavily struggling as you work off of your last full breath of air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No fury or power can help you if air isn't delivered into your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'We will prevail Anonymous, just like I always make us... Just surrender yourself to my power...'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Despite your dire situation, you still knew that sounded like a bad idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hands grip and begin to try to pull the rope away from your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You're desperate for even the slightest slack.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; For even the smallest gasp, as your chest pounds wildly, and vision begins to darken.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;L...Leave him alone! He didn't do anything to you!&quot; Your new friend Toil pleads for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Strangely enough this stops your hooded nemesis in his tracks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His shadowed features turn to face the now cowering pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nothing is said as he continues to stare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; You defend the beast? Killer of the innocent, attacker of your protectors? Menace to all?...&quot; a male, so you assume, voice asks full of shocked curiosity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;He is n-n-no beast!&quot; The horrified pony offers his best to retort.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A brief yank of your hands on the rope affords you a slight gasp of air that carries you a little longer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Feeling this the pegasus pulls back ever harder, using his angle of leaning out of the train to his advantage.</span><br />&quot;Urrrrk!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your face begins to redden even more from the lack of oxygen.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No matter which way you struggle you can't move without giving him the opportunity to pull you out of the train completely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Despite your desperate and wild struggle you begin to feel your consciousness leave you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your hearing becomes muddled as sounds seem to run together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your strength begins to fade as your posture begins to deteriorate as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Toil notices this as he shakily stands to his hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot; I won't let you do this to Prince Anonymous!&quot; He does his best to sound aggressive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He dashes into the gap between you and the hooded one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It is the last thing you notice before your vision blacks over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Let me save us Anonymous...'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The sentence burns in your mind as you lose grasp on the world around you.</span><br />----<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The world around you is all black.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Utter lonely darkness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Silent..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Cold..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yet you are aware, on some level of consciousness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But not quite awake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Do you fear me... Anonymous..' that voice.. It echos as if you stood infront of it in a large empty room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; How you're coming to hate it.</span><br />&quot;I don't even know what you are...&quot;� You say plainly staring into darkness.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'I am you, my dear friend..' The voice sounds humored.</span><br />&quot;Oh you're me?.. calling myself Anonymous?.. Trying to convince me to 'surrender myself' to...my own power?&quot; You respond annoyed into the surrounding abyss.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The voice let's out a booming bass laugh, obviously humored by this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'You may be closer than you think boy..'</span><br />&quot;I don't know who you are or if I am going crazy but I want this to end!&quot; You shout.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'And end it will. Very soon in fact if we do not wake up and end this... Threat... It will be the very end of us both..'</span><br />&quot;We?! Us!?&quot; Frustration becomes more apparent in you.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Yes Anonymous.. We. Like I said I am now you... And you, I.. We...Us..' it convincingly explains.</span><br />&quot;What.. are you...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The silence begins to make your ears ring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your head begins to throb, and eyes ache.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; In the darkness there is a strange green glow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; No.. two..</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; They're eyes... green.. and red with purple mist beside them...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Narrowed they stare at you.. through you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The eyes truly of a beast...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Will a name comfort you so? Will it convince you to let us be victorious? Will you willingly let me... help? ..'</span><br />&quot;It's.. a start...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The eyes are closer to you as you feel fear begin to grip you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The bright crimson irises lock to your own eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'What comfort could it possibly offer..' The voice curiously asks.</span><br />&quot; The comfort of understanding what is exactly in MY head!&quot; You shout, demanding recognition of your independence of it.<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Silence continues for a moment '...If you insist on naming me Anonymous.. You may call me, Sombra...Perhaps I may explain more at a less pressing time..Or perhaps that's all you need to know..'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel heat as if his breath were right on you, his invisible presence dominant to yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; His bass voice rattling your entire body with his last sentence shaking you to your core.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Now, let us wake...'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The eyes in front of you close as you feel an intense pain in your own.</span><br />---<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your heart beats slow and heavy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But it's still difficult to breathe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your eyes open to see your friend, Toil, being tossed aside offering the resistance of a filly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This pony was no fighter..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The tension around your neck is still there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; 'Get free and they will not be able to stop us...'</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Shit if it were that simple you wouldn't have been in this situation to begin with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As luck would have it, you hear the air disturbing outside the window once more, &quot;Unhoof Prince Anonymous immediately!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You heard this voice before..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But where...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Quick memories enter your head as you recall who the voice belongs to, &quot;Nothing Sir Anonymous, You're just different. Sometimes that's all it takes...&quot;� ~~&quot;Prince Anonymous of Ponyville as requested... &quot; ~~~ &quot;My Princess! Are you injured??&quot;</span><br /><br />****Continued:http://pastebin.com/qdN0mAxX<br />Twilight's Secret <span class="nu0">2</span>.</div></div>




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