//------------------------------// // 2nd Movement // Story: Symphony of Life // by CrackedInkWell //------------------------------// “Just a little bit more yellow over here and... all done kiddo.” Color said as his paintbrush touched up on Princess Flurry Heart’s first portrait for her eighth birthday. To Color’s surprise, the young alicorn was able to hold still in one place. The eight-year-old jumped off the chair she was sitting in for almost an hour to walk up to finally see the painting. There she saw herself on a freshly painted canvas. The portrait had the right colors from her light pink coat to her purple and aqua blue mane and tail. Her uncle even got the right shade of blue for her eyes and even the pink tips on her wings. “I love it!” she squeaked. “Thank you uncle Color!” She hugged one of her uncle’s fore legs. Color smiled in satisfaction from the compliment. His niece looked at the portrait again, only this time, her smile dropped. “Is something wrong?” Color asked. “No, you did a really good job, it’s just…” Flurry trailed off, her uncle looked at the portrait again and realized what she was looking at. “Still want a cutie mark Flur?” She nodded, “It’s not fair. I should have already gotten one by now. I mean, everypony I know already has one; even Thunder Struck has gotten him, and he’s a year younger than me! So how come I didn’t get one?” “Now now, it takes time.” “I know that everypony always keep saying it to me. Even mom and dad keep saying that.” “We keep saying that because it’s true. You want to know how you’ll get a cutie mark.” “How?” “The trick isn’t so much as looking for it or finding out what you’re good at. Oh no. The trick is to find something that you’d actually enjoy doing, something that you have to be passionate about. Wouldn’t you believe me that when I got my cutie mark that I was a terrible painter?” “You were!?” Color chuckled, “To tell ya the truth, my early work was so bad that I threw them away because I was so embarrassed by them. But do you know why I kept painting? I did so not because I was a natural master at it, but because it was something I liked doing, even if I wasn’t good from the start.” “But you did get good.” “That’s true,” Color nodded. “When I got mine, I undertook myself to find out what I can do with what I liked. I tried some things. Sometimes they worked, other times I ended up throwing them away. Eventually I learned more as time went on. The same I suppose will happen to you when you’ll get your cutie mark.” Flurry Heart thought for a moment, then she asked: “Uncle Color, how did Uncle Harmonic get his cutie mark?” “Oh? Harmonic? Well, from what he told me, he’d got it when he was very young; at around the age of four I think.” “He was four when he got his!?” “Hey, who’s telling the story here?” “Okay fine,” Flurry pouted. “Anyway, he said that at the time, his dad was testing out a few of his violins that he’d recently finished. He said he liked the sound that those violins made so much that he took one of them behind his dad’s back, picked up a bow and started playing. He said that he doesn’t remember how well he played on his very first try, but he told me that he remembers his dad’s reaction. He thought his dad would be mad at him, but he wasn’t. Actually, he was transfixed when he was playing. And suddenly his dad told him to stop playing because something just appeared on his flank. And sure enough, there it was. He saw his cutie mark.” “What about cutie marks now?” This time the question came from Princess Cadence who just walked into the room. “Oh my! Color, it’s beautiful.” “Why thank you kindly.” “Flurry dear, can you please run along, I want to talk with Uncle Color for a moment.” “Okay mom,” and with that, she trotted out of the room to run off and do whatever fillies do these days. “Thank you so much for coming out to the Crystal Empire for this,” Cadence said while stepping forward to the painting. “Hey we’re family aren’t we?” “True,” Cadence nodded, “How’s Harmonic doing?” “Well, both of us are trying to keep ourselves busy.” Color said, “And being married for four years we try to keep ourselves and each other occupied. Harm writing his sonata, my paintings, and us trying to keep each other sane.” “I see,” Cadence said nodding, “So tell me, are you two planning on having foals of your own?” Color was taken aback, “W-What do you mean?” “I mean that are you two ever going to start a family? Look, I know you weren’t exactly inviting to the idea four years ago. But what about now? Are you going to do anything about it?” “I… Well… I don’t know really. My husband has been thinking about it lately, but me? I’m not sure.” “Not sure on what?” Color looked right into Cadence’s eyes and asked: “Do you think I would make a good dad?” Cadence put a hoof to her chin, “I think so. You, your husband and Flurry seemed to get along fine.” “Well yeah, but that’s because we don’t exactly see each other every single day. I mean sure, most of the time she can be nice and all, but that doesn’t mean she’s always an angel all the time is she?” Cadence giggled, “Oh trust me, there have been days when she was anything but. Yet I think you and Harmonic would make great fathers. I mean, look at the facts, as far as I know: you two listen to each other; when either of you are right, you tell each other you’re right; when either of you are wrong, you tell each other you’re wrong, even if it’s something neither of you want to hear. Your both concern for the others well being. And even if you have your bad days, you still worked them out anyway. So really, why do you think you wouldn’t make such a good dad?” “Because, even if we do have a foal to take care of, I don’t know if either of us knows what we’re doing.” “Ha. Neither did Shining and I, but that didn’t stop us.” “Yeah. So what made you two to have Flur anyway?” “Well… I think it was because we just felt that we were ready. Now does that mean that we knew what we were in for? Probably not. I can tell you, Color, is that you become a good parent because you learn from past mistakes and promise that you’ll get better at it. Now I may not exactly be the perfect parent, then again, nopony really is. You can only become a good one if you try.” _*_ Nopony wants to be away from home for the holidays, especially if that holiday was Hearths Warming; and especially when that Hearths Warming was spent inside of a suite at the Golden Horseshoe Hotel in Vanhoover. The violinist and the artist were caught (along with the entire city) in an ice storm for the past two days that slowed everypony down. And since today was one of those holidays that most stores are closed where they sold basic necessities, it made things a little more difficult for everyone. But that didn’t stop a few ponies going into the streets. There might have been a few reasons why these ponies and carriage drivers were still out, but for one, he knew exactly the reason why he was out. The reason why Harmonic was out in the streets with the bitter wind in his face was that he was trying to cool down from an argument. An argument with his husband over the stress and circumstances of why they were at this particular city at this particular time, to begin with; it was an argument over the opening of an art gallery from a few days prior. A gallery that held his husband’s paintings where they thought that they can just drop by say their hellos, and be back home in Canterlot on time. It was a plan that would have worked out smoothly, if it wasn’t for a storm that dumped a few rocks into their mechanical plans. First it was a delay, and then an inaccurate forecast, then the weather team staged a protest (something about the team not getting enough vacation time), then they were forced to stay one night after another, then the worries of their families not seeing them for the holidays kicked in, and then the argument on whose fault it was that everything went wrong. “Worst. Hearths Warming. Ever.” Harmonic muttered through his teeth. Of course, he knew better that he had days that were far worse than these last few days. He’d been through torture and starvation, but when one gets angry, it’s rather difficult to use one's reason and logic correctly. All he needed was to calm down, something to take his mind off of to collect his thoughts. Of course, he’s going to have to apologize for the things he said, but at the moment, he didn’t feel like forgiving him just yet. With the wind flapping his heavy cloak as well as the scarf that’s wrapped around his head, the alicorn walked through the icy streets; trying his best to ignore everyone and everything. However, the curious side of him made him stop for a moment. He wasn’t quite sure at first, for a second there, he thought he heard something. It seemed to him that he heard something coming from an alleyway. It was the whimper that confirmed what he heard. Somepony was crying. Harmonic cautiously stepped out of the wind and into the frosty alley where the crying was getting louder. “H-Hello?” Other than the crying, there was no response. He followed the sound and pinpointed that it was coming from a few soaked cardboard boxes. “Hello?” “G-G-Go a-a-a-aw-way,” said a voice that came from one particular box. Harmonic lit up his horn to lift the sideways lid open to peek inside. He had to blink and do a second take at what he was seeing because, for a brief moment, he thought he saw the colt with a string instrument was himself. There inside the cold soaked box was a young earth pony colt with no cutie mark. The blue coated, red mane and the tail colt was holding onto a viola close to his shivering body. A viola which it and the colt had frost that covered them, as well as the bow laying beside him. On the colt’s cheeks were the trails of tears that in some places have turned into trails of ice. “L-Leave m-m-me al-l-lone,” the colt said. Harmonic was taken aback by this. And sadly realized that he’d seen this before, from the night that his parents died that he slept alone in the snow. His horn aglow, he lifted the colt out of the box despite his protests along with his instrument. Putting his scarf around the shivering foal, he made a gallop a few blocks down to one of the few places that were never closed, a hospital. “Somepony! Get a doctor!” Harmonic cried out when he burst into the hospital doors with the foal in his aura. About an hour later, Color trotted into the hospital asking if anypony knew where his husband was. Eventually he found him in one of the waiting rooms; still wearing his cloak with a string instrument in his hooves. Harmonic looked in surprise, “What are you doing here?” “Ha. Funny, I was gonna ask you the same thing,” Color took a seat next to Harmonic. “I was just getting some ice when I was told that you were at the hospital, so I panicked and came over here. But you look fine to me, so why are you here?” “Well, to make a long story short, I found a little colt in an alleyway that was almost dying of hypothermia. He was all by himself, crying, and had nothing to keep him warm at all. So I brought him here.” Color didn’t say anything for a while. But eventually, he asked: “Where did the violin come from?” “Viola,” Harmonic corrected him. “It’s a viola. I can tell because it’s a little bigger than a violin,” he shrugs and smirks, “and it has the label inside that says it’s a viola.” Looking at the instrument again, Color didn’t have to be an expert to say that the viola was in really bad condition. It was missing a string and it looked like it was glued back together at some point. It didn’t take a genius to tell the couple that the owner had to be extremely poor. There was another moment of silence for the couple. The only sounds they heard was the intercom playing a loop of carols, hoofsteps from doctors, nurses and patients going to and fro while talking about something. “Harm,” Color broke the silence, “About what happened, look, I’m sorry I said that.” “No, I should be the one apologizing.” Harmonic leaned over and gave his love a quick kiss. “You on the other hoof are always forgiven. I should be one apologizing here. I’m sorry for snapping at you like that, I should’ve known better.” “Hey, it’s Hearths Warming, and we’re not exactly where we’re supposed to be, anypony would be stressed out. I was just foolish about taking it out on you like that. You had every right to be angry at me.” Harmonic shook his head, “I wouldn’t say that. Anger is a very dangerous beast you know.” There was the sound of someone clearing their throat, and they looked up to see a doctor. “Excuse me for interrupting your Majesties,” she said, “The little colt you brought in should be fine by now. He just needs some time to get his body temperature back to normal, but I recommend that he stays here overnight to see if everything is fine. But tell me, where have you found him?” Harmonic told the story to the Doctor about how he came across the colt. “I see,” she said, “The poor fellow must have been out there for quite some time. Probably by a few hours or so. Tell me, did you learn what the boy’s name is?” The alicorn told her that he’d didn’t ask, he just acted, “He’s still awake, perhaps we should go over and ask him,” the doctor said as she led them down the stale green and white hallways. When the door to where the little colt was resting in opened, they found him at the bed closest to the window, watching the snow dancing furiously outside. The colt turned his head to them when the door opened. “Hey there,” Harmonic said, instead of replying, the colt turned back towards the window. The three of them stepped into the room, approaching the bed, Harmonic asked: “I know I didn’t ask this to begin with, but what’s your name?” “Script,” he said, “And why did you save me?” The two princes and the doctor were taken aback at the question. But Script continued, “I mean, you had no reason for bringing me in here anyway.” “You were dying. Isn’t that a reason?” Harmonic asked. Script didn’t say anything. Harmonic asked: “Do you know who I am?” The colt looked at him, “Um, I think. Maybe… Okay, I don’t know.” Harmonic lit up his horn to take off the cloak off and him and unfolded his wings. “How about now?” The alicorn asked. Script’s eyes widen, “Wait! You’re that Prince guy! The one with the violin.” “Hm… Yep.” “And you,” Script pointed at Color, “I’ve seen your face hanging up before. Uh, Color, wasn’t it?” Color nodded. Script looked back at the alicorn. “Hm… You know, I always thought you might be taller in real life.” Both Harmonic and Color laughed. “J-Just give me a few years kid,” Harmonic said, calming down from his laughter. “But in all seriousness though, why were you in a cardboard box anyway? I recall that there are a few shelters around this city, so why not go to them?” “Well…” Script trailed off, both Color and Harmonic could tell that something was clearly bothering him. They saw his ears folded back and his eyes never made contact with any of them. “Something tragic happened didn’t it?” Color asked. Script seemed surprised, “How did-” “I’ve seen that look before. And trust us, we know what tragedy looks like on ponies.” “….It’s dad,” Script admitted at last. “Dad is… he’s… g-gone.” Tears filled his eye once more. And with that, their worst suspicions were confirmed. _*_ “His name is Script Freeverse,” said Vanhoover’s Sheriff. Harmonic had already set forth an investigation over who Script was and his background. The Sheriff was at the suite, reporting his findings. “He’s nine years of age and has no cutie mark as of yet. He and his father lived in poverty for the previous seven years. His education is very basic, nothing above elementary level but has been reported missing by the school about a month ago. Let’s see… Has been charged with minor theft, mostly food. Even though he lived in an abandoned building with his father, the colt has been spotted sleeping in several other places such as a playground or in the library’s basement once. “His mother has been incarcerated at the White Spruce Penitentiary for selling illegal medications, robbery, four accounts of foal neglect and resisting arrest. His father on the other hoof, he couldn’t hold down a job and forced himself to leave Script by himself on several occasions. Other than neglect, there seems to be no report of foal abuse as far as we know.” “What about the dad?” Color asked, “What happened to him?” “We found him at the building, freshly dead. From what we can tell, he died of an overdose of antidepressants. And as of now, Script is an orphan.” “But wait,” Harmonic chimed in, “What about the mother? I know you said she’s in jail, but she’s still alive isn’t she?” “She had already disowned him years ago.” The Sheriff said coldly. “As soon as he recovers, we’ll take him over to the orphanage. Oh, and Your Grace,” he turned to Harmonic and gave a respectable bow, “Consider yourself as a hero, you ended up saving that kid’s life. So will there be anything else Sires?” The couple shook their heads and the Sheriff excused himself. “So, your thoughts?” Harmonic asked. “I kinda feel sorry for the kid.” Color said, “I mean sheesh! I haven’t heard a pony’s life story this sad since-” “Mine?” Harmonic interrupted. “Well, yeah. I mean, I think he’d probably had it worse than either of us.” This caught Harmonic completely off guard. “Worse? What do ya mean by worse?” “I mean think about it, even when my mother and your parents died, at least we knew they loved us right?” Harmonic nodded. “But for this colt, being disowned by even one of your parents has to be downright heart breaking don’t you think?” “Oh… You have a point there.” “What about you?” Harmonic sat in thought, “Let me be really honest with you here. When I saw him freezing in that box, it reminded me how I felt on the night mom and dad died. Which I did exactly as this kid did, I tried killing myself by freezing in the snow because I thought that nothing in life would ever get better. But things did get better for me because I can die a million times and still come back; for I learned that night that I couldn’t die. And yet for that kid, he’s still mortal, he could have died never knowing if his life would get better.” “So you really felt for him have ya?” Color’s husband nodded, “Color, can I ask you something and promise me to hear me out.” “Of course.” “Color, since Script is now an official orphan, what would you think of maybe, well… Should we adopt him?” “WHAT?!” “Wait! Just hear me out! Look, I know we’ve just met this kid, but maybe we can actually help him.” “Sure, by somepony more qualified than us. Harmonic, we don’t know very much about this kid.” “And your point?” “What if we adopt someone who turns out to be a very bad pony? And even if he isn’t, how do we know we can take care of him?” “I’ve heard a wise pony who once said to me: ‘that the greatest gift in life is to be able to care for another pony, no matter what issues they have. But the first step to show that you love them is to show that you do care.’ Now, who was it that said that?” Color went silent for a moment. “Oh, that’s just playin’ dirty.” _*_ There was a knock on the door while Script was eating breakfast. He looked up to see the princes in the doorway. “You two again?” Script asked. They nodded, “We wanna come by to see if you’re alright,” Harmonic said. “Yeah, I’m alright I guess,” Script said apathetically, “Just having some breakfast.” “We can see that. Look, we’ve actually come by to give you a late Hearths Warming present.” This got the colt’s attention, “A present? For me? What is it?” “That depends,” Color said. Script tilts his head to the side. “What does that mean?” he asked. “First of all,” Harmonic chimed in, “can ya tell us a little bit about you? I mean, we didn’t hear much from yesterday.” “Am I in trouble?” The couple tried their best to withhold their laughter. “N-No. Not really.” Color said, “Actually we’re kind of curious. I mean, all we know is a name but not the pony. So, won’t you tell us who you are?” Script paused from eating his cereal. “It’s not really a happy story.” Harmonic lifted an eyebrow, “Try me,” he said. “Um. Alright,” and thus, Script began saying, “I’m nine years old, and I’ve never been outside of the city before. Like ever. I was born here in Vanhoover, probably in this hospital somewhere. My mom isn’t what you’d might call a good pony. It’s not like she spanks me or anything, it’s just that she wasn’t there for me or dad. I can’t even remember what she even looks like. So all that I know about her came from dad. “My dad isn’t really a bad pony. He’s not at all. It’s just that he can get uh, what’s that word? Forgetful? Uh yeah! That’s it! He can get forgetful at times. It’s not his fault; he says that he has a short memory that’s all. And sometimes he would get sad so he would take something. But when he does, I had to leave the house.” “Why?” Color asked. “Well – you see, the things he takes at times, it changes him. It’s not like he turns bad, but not good either, it’s just when he changes, I don’t want to be around him. So I leave the house for a few hours – maybe more.” “Okay, so do you go to school?” Harmonic asked. “Well, sometimes. You see, when your family isn’t exactly normal, you tend not to go to school that often.” “Why not?” “Because ponies will start poking their snouts in, asking questions about dad and all. And it’s also why I don’t have any real friends either. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t like school. Actually, there’s something other than the food that I do like.” “What’s that?” Color asked. “Well, once a month, our teacher Kind Word would make us write a little story where one of us starts and another keeps it going. I love doing that! Just as much as we read something in class. Most foals hate it but I like it.” Color and Harmonic looked at each other for a moment before turning their attention back towards Script. “Okay, that’s good. But what about the viola?” Script blinked, “The what now?” Harmonic rolled his eyes, “The violin that’s a little bit bigger?” “Oh! That, I found that in a trashcan months ago. It was already in pieces and nopony wanted it, so I took it. I was able to find some glue and put the thing back together again. I also knew a guy who plays the violin so I took it over to him for tuning. And I’ve played on that thing, just making up songs as I go.” “Oh? And how are you on it?” Harmonic asked. “Um… I don’t know. I think I’m okay I guess, but at least I get some bits to eat... You know, I wish I was like you two.” “How’s that?” they both asked in unison. “Well, more like you really,” he pointed at Harmonic. “I know you were adopted, but at least you get to eat something every day. And you get to sleep in a big bed with all the books you want because you don’t need to buy a library card to get books. And you get to go anywhere in the world. And-” “Stop,” Harmonic said firmly, “Just stop, right, there. Do you really think that I was always like this?” “Well, you’re an alicorn. So, of course, you would.” There was a moment of silence amongst the three of them. “What if I told you that I wasn’t always that lucky?” the alicorn asked. “Huh? You mean you weren’t?” Harmonic shook his head. “Script, can I tell you a story?” “It’s not a happy story too, isn’t it?” “Well, yeah, but it does have a happy ending.” “Fine,” Script sighed. “Well, I-” “No! Not like that!” Harmonic blinked, “Huh?” “You didn’t start right,” the colt complained, “You always start a story with ‘once upon a time’.” The two stallions rolled their eyes. So Harmonic started again, “Alright. Once upon a time in the icy north, there was once a forest of spruce, willows, maples and pines. And in this forest, there laid a town called Cremona. A place where it rained for three months and snows for the rest of the year. But in this town, there lived a musical instrument maker and his wife. There have been many instrument makers in that town before mind you, but this one was special. You see, he specialized in making violins, whose sound is so pure, so sharp, and so well pronounced, that ponies throughout the world, even Equestria, wanted one of his instruments. “But for a long while, the maker and his wife wished for a foal of their own. Someone who can pass their craft down to, who would love the sounds that the father had carved out. And one day, that wish came true. For one day in the rainy season of late summer, the wife gave birth to an alicorn.” “So the alicorn in this story is you?” Script asked and Harmonic nodded. “Yes. That little foal was me. But as I was saying, the two of them loved their son with all of their hearts, but at the same time, they were frightened.” “Frighten? Over what? Shouldn’t they be glad that they have an alicorn as their kid? That’s like, winning the lottery or something.” “Not quite so.” “Huh?” “You see, in that town, they all thought that alicorns were nothing but a myth. As they saw it, alicorns were tricksters that were meant to frighten foals like you from getting yourself killed, like staying away from rivers if you can’t swim or wandering in the forest alone. Things like that. But the thing was, nopony there really believe that alicorns exist at all because they’ve never seen one before. “But when they did see the alicorn in the maker’s shop, they were frightened. So the first thing they did was to make their children afraid as well. “From that day onward, the foals of the town would pick on the young alicorn while the adults ignored what their children did to him. They called him terrible names, they pulled on his wings, try to tear out his mane and tail, and beat him until it became hard to walk. “But no matter how bad things got for him, he was able to turn to his parents for they were the only kind ponies that he’d ever known. They bound up his wounds, whispered kind words in his ears and played sweet music until he’d calmed down. They were so kind, that the maker had him test out his instruments, where the colt got his cutie mark. “The maker wanted to show his son that he and his wife loved him so much, that he’d worked day and night for months to make for his son the perfect violin. On his son’s fifth birthday, he gave his son the violin and told him that he could have sold it, which would make them very, very rich. But he didn’t because he wanted his son to have that violin to remind him that no matter what anypony says, he will always be his masterpiece. “But then, one night, something really sad happened. And I think it was around your age when it happened. On a cold night while playing with the family cat, a fire broke out in the family’s workshop and home. The colt called out for help for his parents to put the flames out, but even they couldn’t extinguish them. His father told his son to take his violin and get out of the house, so he did. But once outside, he saw his mother and father burn right before him and the town. “Immediately, the town blamed the alicorn for starting the fire. So what could he do? He ran. With the violin on his back, he ran away from the town crying. He ran until his hooves couldn’t take it anymore. So he collapsed to the ground and cried in the snow. He didn’t care if he would freeze there, he didn’t want to live much longer.” “But, what happened?” Script asked with his eyes filled with curiosity, “Did he freeze?” “Actually, no. Much to his surprise, even though he felt being really, really, really cold, he didn’t die at all. In fact, it was the day that he’d learn that he couldn’t die. Or at least, not truly, for he could die in any way, but each time, he would wake up in a different place. Having no idea how he got there at all. “Anyway, one day, the colt was founded by a caravan of gypsies who took pity on him. But the colt was so afraid of them that he put on a cloak over his wings. And for ten long years, he traveled from place to place to place with them. All the while, he tried his best to make sure his pair of wings were kept a secret from them. “But all wasn’t exactly well with him though, during those years, he would at times be discovered by a village and they would go after him. Each time when they captured him, they would do horrible things to him, so horrible that if I told you, you’d get nightmares for years.” Script gulped at the last statement. “And during those years, he found out that he was different from everypony in another way. But it was because of this also, that gave the mobs another reason to go after him. You see, he’d found out that he secretly liked colts more than fillies. And it was also because of this, the alicorn was always afraid of everyone he’d ever come in contact with. This means he couldn’t go to anyone to teach him how to read, or write, or even tell them why he’s always sad. “But I did say that this story had a happy ending, didn’t I? Well, those gypsies came into a particular city called Canterlot. While he was trying to get some money for food, he accidently lets his cloak come undone for eveypony to see his wings. At first, he was terrified of letting those ponies seeing them, but then it turned into confusion when those ponies were treating him with real kindness. “And so, he was taken to Celestia and Luna, where they took him under their wings. They found the means so that he can read, write and to learn more about the violin than he’d ever thought possible. They taught him that there’s no shame in liking a particular gender or another, as long as you love them. And one day, that alicorn met the love of his life.” Here, Harmonic gave his husband a nuzzle, “And even though his love had problems, he’d managed to work them out with him as he did with his. So he’d married him, and they were blessed with happiness. But that was not the end of the story.” “It’s not?” Script asked. “Not quite. Tell me Script, if we could grant you one wish that would make you happy, what would it be?” Script put a hoof under his chin and thought awhile. Finally, he said, “I wish that I would have a family that cares about me, that would make sure that I would have something to eat, a place to sleep, somepony who I can tell them what happened to me today and listens. I wish that I would have a family that would make me happy.” Harmonic turned to his husband, “Well Color, what’d ya think?” “He does seem like a nice kid…” Color trailed off. “I, I guess we can.” “Can what?” Script asked. His answer came when Harmonic opened his wings and his horn glowed to make some pieces of paper appear. “So you wish it, so shall it be,” said the alicorn as he levitated the paper over to him. “Script, do you want us to adopt you?” Script let his spoon fall into the bowl. “You- what?” “Do you want us to be your family?” Color asked, taking a few steps forward. Script picked up the papers and saw that they were, indeed, adoption papers. “I don’t know,” he said, “Wouldn’t it be weird though? I mean, I never had two dads before. Heck, I don’t know anyone in my class who has two dads.” “And what’s wrong with weird?” Color asked with a raised eyebrow. “Well…” Script trailed off, “I don’t know. I just had only one dad around. With two? I... I guess it might be okay, just promise me that I get to have my own room though, ‘kay?” The couple looked at each other, “I think we can arrange that can we?” Harmonic asked. “Of course we can. And you know what Harm; I think I might wanna try this out after all.”