Chapter One: Fight and Flight
You open your eyes again and behold the sight before you, you can see all of your new hometown of Appleloosa from your perch in the sky. You can see a train pulling into the station, the sheriff's office, and apple orchard. But right now you're more concerned about one small house at the south side of town, near the apple trees. And more specifically the golden colored colt inside. With his amber mane and oh-so-dreamy green eyes, Braeburn Apple, your coltfriend, your special somepony. No matter how many times you say it you'll always have doubt about whether that amazing stallion is really yours.
As you near the edge of town you begin to angle your wings downward as you begin your descent into town, after a few moments you can begin to see some of the finer details of the town. You can see some of the horse drawn carriages and the wild and mild west dancing.
You continue your journey into town for about two more minutes and at that point your fold your wings and drop onto the dusty Appleloosan soil. You close your eyes a moment while you wait for the dust to settle. After the dust settles you turn and walk into Braeburn's house, taking care to get the dust off your hooves before walking in. After opening the door you walk up a flight of steps and then towards the living room.
"Brae, I'm home", you exclaim not wanting to stay away from him any longer. As you enter the living room your see his beautiful face, but with an almost angered look. "What's wrong", you ask.
"An old friend of yours showed up today, we talked for a while", he says rather nonchalantly. The statement perplexes you, what could have happened with one of your friends that would have made him upset.
"Who was it, was it? Was it...", you manage to say before Braeburn interrupts you.
"It was Caramel", he says rather abruptly, "and he gave me quite a story about what you did to him." You feel blood rushing to you face as you realize what he could have and might have said. Embarrassment and anger wash over you in a wave higher than Canterlot Castle. Caramel, that little piece of crap, coming to your house and telling Braeburn Celestia knows what.
"Don't listen to him, he's, he's just trying to make me look bad", you stutter while your mind is trying to think of explanations for anything he might have said. There was so much he could have said.
"So you're trying to tell me that you didn't lead him along for months, that you didn't dump him like a garbage can at the curb", he says sarcastically, with a bitter sting, something you've never heard in his voice before. You remember Caramel, nice kid, but too gullible for his own good. Sure you lead him on, but that when you were young and stupid colt, it's the past and that's over, so why is it changing your life now.
"So how long were you going to lead me on for?". You can see that he's starting to cry, tears are starting to well up in the corners of his eyes. His voice still has that bitter tone in it. Right now you don't know what to do, you could try and explain or you could leave.
"That was before, when I was young and stupid, I really love you, and and", you stutter out," I actually love you". You're starting to cry as well, the combination of anger and sadness is starting to get to you.
"You know what, don't even try to explain. I've heard enough from Caramel to know. Just go the buck away, LEAVE!", he now shouts at you. The words are like bullets.
"You know what, I'll just leave then!", you shout returning fire. You then run out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front door. You can barely see now, but you dont stop. You flap your wings a few times and take off without any real destination in mind. But any place in Equestria is better than being next to Braeburn. His heart is probably broken and he probably doesn't want to even see you right now.
After about five minutes you crash into a rock, and fall to the ground, but the physical pain your feeling can't compare to the emotional turmoil going inside you right now. Fear, anger, sadness, embarrassment, and love. All of which are mixing inside you into a stew of depression and hate. No, you don't hate Braeburn he has the right to be mad about what he thinks, you hate Caramel. The earth pony had to come waltzing into your life again to ruin it. The tears are starting to roll down you face and dripping onto the dusty ground below.
You go over the basics in your head, my name is Feasttalon, my coltfriend was Braeburn, I just had a terrible argument with him, he will never want to see me again. The last line just makes you sadder and your cry even more. You just sit there for another few minutes and keep sobbing. Then you wipe the tears from your eyes and calm yourself down.
You try and stand up, but your legs feel like jelly and you just fall back down. After a few minutes you manage to get back up on all four and start to flutter your wings. After a few flaps you take off, not wanting to spend any more time in Appleloosa. You're not just flying away from Appleloosa, but the pain of having to face Braeburn. The stallion who you love, the pony who you've screwed up on your tailspin down from the high perch in your life.
No, don't think about it, just get the buck away from here as fast as you can. You flap your wings as fast as you can so that you can get as far away from your memories as fast possible. Memories, the bane of your existence, the one thing you can't get rid of, the only thing that can make you just want to drop out of the sky and die. Focus, just keep flying, don't go back, Braeburn will probably just kick you out if you do.
Trying to salvage the situation is useless, there's nothing you can do now. So it seems your only option is to go to Cloudsdale. Sure why not, why not go back to Cloudsdale and get wasted, nothing could really make this day any worse. So let's see, which club should I go to, Cloud 9, no, everyone's way too happy there. The Cuddler Club, no, getting raped isn't high on your To-Do List. The Plot Hole, let's see a place where I can get wasted, and possibly get bucked by a random pony, sounds good. Just the thing to cheer you up, drunken sex with random stallions.
With a now renewed vigor, due to the promise of inebriation waiting for you in Cloudsdale, you begin to flap faster, the feeling of cutting through the air helps to cheer you up. Why the buck do I need him, I'll just go back to what I did before. Yah, your life was good enough before and it'll be fine without him. But deep inside you, you still know that you're still in love with, but right now you can just repress it and go on to your drunken heaven. Within a few minutes you can start to see Cloudsdale, the arches and architecture amazes you every time.
You now slow down your flapping and keep a steady pace, even from here you can see the huge neon sign with the large glowing words The Plot Hole. You glide into Cloudsdale, treading carefully near the edges as ponies have been known to fall off when a portion of the cloud just breaks off of Cloudsdale. Trotting forwards you can almost smell the alcohol radiating from the building, just the thing you needed today. So you continue along your path to the club and you start to mingle into the crowd of other ponies walking in.
Now with your mind no longer occupied by flying it begins to wander back to Braeburn and what had happened today. Why the buck did he have to come and ruin your life, what was his thinking, that because he couldn't have you he was going to ruin your life. Why, why the hell did he have to ruin this, Caramel had turned your special somepony into your enemy. Braeburn was your special somepony and now you just had a terrible arguement with him. You just made him sad, that's something you just can't deal with. Making him cry, that was something that was just terrible. And this had happened because of that one choice you made years ago.
Was that one mistake going to ruin your life, was Caramel going to come and haunt you for the rest of your life. You can begin to feel the blood rushing to your face and tears beginning to well up in your eyes. Calm down, calm down you can't do anything if you're all emotional like this. But it's no use, you'll never be able to be able to have the same relationship with him again. The one pony that you love will end up hating you for the rest of his life.
Just thinking about it makes you want to kill yourself, life without Braeburn. No a life where he won't even talk to you, a life where even the thought of you having a relationship with him would just be a foolish dream. No, don't even think about it, just get the buck away from here, anywhere is better than here. You wipe the tears from your eyes and give your self a little bit to stop crying. Though you can still hear Braeburn sobbing from inside his house, goddess you hate yourself right now. Not just for screwing this up, but for screwing up Braeburn.
A tap on your shoulder knocks you back to reality, you look back and you see a stallion, with dark blue hair, very pale blue coat, and a lighting blot with wings for a cutie mark. "Are you alright?", he asks, "You've been standing in the middle of the street for at least a minute". He looks familiar, too familiar, then it hits you
"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh, you're, you're", you manage to stutter out. A smile appears on his face and he opens his mouth to speak.
"Yes, yes I am", he calmly replies. You're still starstruck, your hooves are glued to the floor and all you can do is stand there. After a few seconds he say," Are you coming in, or are you just going to stare at me all day?".
You follow him into the club without making a sound, first walking through the large double doors and then down a dark hallway. At the end is the club: two bars, a dance floor, and music loud enough to be heard in Canterlot. He takes a seat at the bar and order two shots, you follow suit and walk towards the bar.
He then hands you one as you take your seat next to him. "Bottoms up", he says. You clink the shot glass with his, then bring it to your muzzle and tilt it back. Nothing's better than alcohol when you're sad.
"Two more", you scream trying to get the bartender to hear over the deafening music. You can already tell that you're going to be having a bad morning tomorrow.