Chapter 4
Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight-
Spike and I left my parents’ house at around 1 AM. We flew through the sky for a while as I tried to contemplate what was going on before going home. Spike was asleep. I knew he was as concerned as me, but he needed his sleep. I knew I needed to get some rest as well, but as I laid there on my bed thinking about the situation, all I could do was stare up at the ceiling in unrest. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for me to this. Many a night I would stay up with nothing to do but stare at my ceiling; My mind racing around at speeds my body couldn’t handle, and reflecting on the daily stress I have become so accustomed to. Tonight, however, was a different night of restless thought.
Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine-
I count the seconds that go by in a low whisper to calm my nerve. I was sure that all this was nothing but a big misunderstanding. Though, why Mom lashed out earlier was a bit concerning. And that weird Guard in the photos was still a big mystery. Hopefully Spike will be able to find something out on the type of armor he was wearing. I was going to meet up with Shining Armor tomorrow to check and see if he knew anything on traditional Equestrian National Guard attire. He’ll be the most likely to tell me what the importance of his clothing is. Perhaps I could also ask him if he has any pictures of me as a foal. I’m sure he would have at least one photo of me and him back when we were younger. He just loves to bring up old memories of how “Little Twiley” used to do this or used to do that. He was more of a reminiscing parent then our actual parents. It was embarrassing, but at least I could say he had fond memories of our past. I’m sure he’ll be surprised about the visit.
Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty, sixty-one-
Before I go to meet with Shining I should probably go back to Mom and Dad’s and see if everything’s alright. I’m still uncertain as to what could’ve made my mother raise her voice. She’s usually so calm and collected. Maybe a bit on the flustered side if provoked too much, but never like that, especially at me. It didn’t make it any less worrying when I could see the tears form in eyes. All we were doing was going through old photos, and then in the blink of an eye she’s telling me and Spike to leave. She didn’t even say goodbye either. Something was wrong, and tomorrow I’m going to find out what it is, even if I have to force it out of her.
Seventy-three, seventy-four, seventy-five, seventy-six-
There’s so much going on. So much that I need to look into. I just don’t know how to handle it all. I guess that’s why I’m up. Too much excitement to handle in just a day. Though, I’ve handled worse. Much, much worse. I shouldn’t be too worried. I’m sure it’s all just a big misunderstanding or sequence of convenient events. Things will go back to normal and we’ll all look back at this and laugh. It’ll be another story to add to our lives.
Eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three, eighty-four-
I hear Spike next to me in a sound slumber. Perhaps it was time for me to do the same. I insert myself between the covers and lay my head on the pillow. I’m turned to the side with the open window and I look out at the glistening stars surrounding the white glow of the crescent moon. My eyes began to droop as I let out a big yawn from exhaustion.
“Things will be better.” I say softly, closing my eye’s. “Better…tomorrow…”
Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred.