“Honestly, it hasn’t been any worse than usual for me. How has your day been going Fluttershy?”

“It’s been ok so far Silver. It’s been far nicer now that I’m not being bullied all the time. Oh dear, I’m sorry Sunset. I didn’t mean to bring that up.”

“No, it’s alright, I deserved it. I don't know if I can ever apologize enough for what I've done” replied Sunset sadly.

“It still wasn’t nice of me to point it out. We know you're sorry Sunset.”

Sunset, Fluttershy, and I had taken refuge on the upper floor of the library to eat our lunch. The last day and a half had been tiring for us and the other girls. The heroic status of the girls wasn't even enough to change the opinions of other students in spite of their best efforts. Somehow that weird incident with my eyes while defending Sunset had inextricably tied my reputation to hers. As far as most of the school was concerned now I was just as bad as Sunset and the very rumors she had started were as strong as ever. Ironically her real collaborators, Snips and Snails were treated far better since they were perceived as victims of her mind control.

Strangely enough, even under the current circumstances things were a bit better. I hadn't been attacked since I stood up for Sunset. I had seen Gilda and Lightning Dust around but they hadn’t made another attempt at attacking Sunset or me. I had a bad feeling they weren’t going to leave it alone though. Verbal abuse and minor physical attacks on Sunset and I had picked right up. An unnecessary bump in the hallway, a foot in my path, and the occasional paper ball bouncing off my head. The Demon’s Familiar seemed to be the favored name for me these days but other nasty things were being whispered in the background.

Sunset was working on make amends as best she could. The unfortunately large stock of secrets and blackmail material she had accumulated during her time here was slowly being recovered from its hiding spots. From there it was being shredded or returned to its owners. Her decision to have me deliver some of the items to their owners was an overt attempt to help me which was a kind gesture on her part. On a brighter note, she had volunteered to help with a few things around the school so she wouldn't have to sit idle in detention. We were both happy to be sitting in the quiet of the library away from the abuse.

Fluttershy shrank in on herself a bit. “Oh, ok. I wanted to ask you two for a favor. I help out at the animal shelter after school some days. They really need some more help. I was wondering if either of you might want to help out someday. I was just wondering; don’t feel like you have to or anything.”

I thought about it for a minute. “Sure, that sounds fun. How about we start next week? Just let me know what day you need some extra help and I'll keep it clear.”

“Sure why not,” said Sunset. “I'll just have to schedule around my detention times.”

Fluttershy’s face broke out into a huge smile and she just squeaked out a quiet thank you.

Sunset shook her head at Fluttershy’s response and then looked over at me. “Have you been sleeping better Silver? You’re looking much more alert today.”

At that comment, Fluttershy looked at my face and then smiled. “Oh, I can’t believe I didn’t notice! You don’t have those dark circles under your eyes anymore Silver. You looked so worn out when I met you just a week ago.”

I nodded. “I haven’t slept this well in a long time. The best part is the recurring nightmares aren’t waking me up anymore. They’re just collapsing like soap bubbles and I’m waking up calm and clear-headed.”

It's a shame the rest of me is so horrifying.

Sunset's expression became curious. “I don't remember you mentioning recurring nightmares. Do you think they were caused by the curse or the trauma?”

“. . . an issue of trust or trauma?”
Twilight?

My head snapped up, startled by the familiar turn of phrase. Twilight's voice echoed briefly in my head and I looked around quickly for her, forgetting the truth. A brief pang of sadness hit me as I remembered Twilight was gone. Sunset was watching me with some concern. I quickly picked up the conversation again.

“Sorry, I thought I heard someone Sunset. I really wish there was a way to know for sure, but considering how they're collapsing now I'm beginning to suspect the recurring nightmares were more from the curse than anything. Either way, I'm glad I'm sleeping again. My appetite has come back as well.”

Sunset snickered at that. “I can tell. That’s quite the lunch you have there.”

My lunch was a heavily loaded foot long sub and a bottle of natural apple juice from Sweet Apple Acres. I had already eaten a solid breakfast and a snack at morning break.

“Yeah. I looked back over the past six months and realized I was actually getting severely malnourished. Last week I barely ate anything at all. Now it's more like I can't get enough. Hopefully, my appetite will stabilize before I start overeating instead.”

Fluttershy stared at me sternly, making me squirm uncomfortably. “You were starving yourself Silver? That's awful.”

It's a shame we can't fix the other problems.

“I was doing a lot of things wrong Fluttershy and I'm not sure I was even able to realize it considering my mental state. It’s frustrating trying to decide if I was depressed or if it was just another thing the curse used to try and destroy me. So what about your lunch Sunset, did you forget it?”

Sunset wouldn’t meet my eye when she responded. “I’m not hungry right now. I’m going to eat later. Do you have any idea what Rarity has planned for you after school?”

Fluttershy and I exchanged a worried look. This wasn’t the first time she had deflected questions. I decided to let her have her privacy for now since it wasn’t my business but I was getting worried. I know Fluttershy had come to the same conclusion but I would have to talk to her about it later. I just moved on and answered the question.

“Not a clue Sunset. I'm surprised she wants to spend any time with me in the first place.”

Fluttershy’s teal eyes filled with confusion. “Why would you be surprised?”

I hesitated for a moment before responding but I decided to be honest. “She never really tried to hide her dislike for me right from the start. Honestly, she made me feel small and worthless even as she was apologizing. Even though she acts accepting now, I feel like the other shoe is going to drop if I’m not careful.”

“Rarity is a dear friend but she does tend to jump to conclusions about people more quickly than she should. Please try not to hold it against her.”

Sunset wrapped her arms around herself and looked at the floor with a frown. “I know how you feel Silver. It's my fault they didn't give you a chance. Sorry.”

She really wants to take the blame for everything.
It makes it really hard to be angry at her.

“You might have set the stage Sunset but I didn't bother trying to do anything to counter it. Don't carry all the blame.”

“He's right Sunset,” said Fluttershy. “The other girls and I are as much at fault for simply accepting the rumors as fact for so long. We used to be so much better at welcoming new students. As for you Silver, please give Rarity a chance. I really think she’s being honest in her desire to help you.”

Rarity and I briefly exchanged pleasantries when we met up and walked to my car after school. There was a barrier of tension between us that I don't think we had noticed while we were with everyone else. After we got in and I started the car I looked over at her to ask what the plan was. She was looking out the car window.

Rarity glanced over at me. “Oh yes, I suspect that would help. We must make our way to the Crystal Mall on the other side of town.”

I put the car in gear and started driving. Once we were out of the parking lot I glanced over at her again. She was looking out the window again, watching the scenery.

Something is on her mind.
She’s probably just uncomfortable with being around us.

She sighed sadly as she kept looking out the window. “I honestly barely know you Silver and that leaves me struggling to choose the words to explain my goals for today. Alas, I have realized I do not know where to start considering our mutual history. My atrocious behavior hasn’t given you a reason to trust me. I fear you will take offense at my views due to my abysmal lack of common courtesy.”

She's just as uncomfortable as me?
Maybe we need to break the ice this time.
You think speaking like that might help?
It wouldn’t hurt. See if we can remember how.

It was true that Rarity and I didn't know each other but that was pretty much the case with all the girls at this point. The one thing I had observed was her slightly more formal style of speaking when compared with our other friends. It was a risk to push it as far as I was considering, but the worst case I could see was she would laugh at me. I cleared my throat again and carefully chose my words. I hadn’t spoken using this style in over a year. I spoke at a slow dignified pace.

I was watching the road but I saw her head turn sharply in my direction out of the corner of my eye. She didn't respond for a moment and I began to worry that I might have offended her. Then she spoke in an equally careful voice.

There we go.
I think it worked.

“I wouldst never deliver such an insult. Trust is a commodity I am willing to share with thee milady.”

I glanced over and saw she had a small smile on her face. “Thou wouldst speak with such care to improve mine comfort?”

“Verily, 'twas my purpose milady, though mine skill with such language is limited.”

“I thank you for thine kindness but methinks thou shouldst return to the less formal language.”

I chuckled and relaxed my tone and word choice. I decided to keep the honorific just to make her smile. “Thank you, Lady Belle. My skill with the style of the Bard is limited and I believe I would have lost my way in a few more sentences.”

“That was an impressive effort none the less Silver. You are full of surprises. Where did you learn to speak like that? You weren’t directly quoting Shakespeare were you.”

We pulled off the main road and into the parking lot. I began looking for a space close to the main mall building while I spoke.

“My father attended Renaissance fairs and conventions on a regular basis. I was his assistant and Shakespeare’s style is an easy way to stay in character. Actually, the works of Shakespeare are the only part of English class I actually enjoy. So Lady Belle, if you please, speak of our purpose here?”

She sighed and the worry came back. “Silver, I have been at loss regarding how to phrase this politely. Sadly, I must be blunt. I absolutely loath your choices of clothing. Sweats might be appropriate for some occasions and people but they do not suit you at all. If you intend to change how you are perceived by the bulk of the student body, you must look the part. Oh fie, I'm prattling on and lecturing you now. I apologize for any offense I have caused; my only intent is to help!”

Rarity’s voice trailed off and her face creased with worry. I looked out the front of the car at the mall and pondered her words for a moment.

We aren’t dressed like this for appearance.
True. They’re mostly just easy to hide in.
We used to only wear this for exercise.

“Lady Belle, thine assessment was blunt but that doesn’t make you wrong. I must assume that you have more in mind beyond stern criticism that could have been delivered without enduring my company.”

She finally smiled properly. “I do indeed Silver! I believe we can find you something far more appropriate than sweats to wear. Tomorrow I will be asking Sunset to join us for part two if you have no objections.”

I hopped out of the car and walked around to open the passenger door for her. “No objections at all Lady Belle.”

Still smiling, she stepped out of the car. “Thank you, Silver. Let us begin then.”

Shopping with Rarity was an interesting and challenging experience. Even after breaking the ice, we still didn't know much about each other. Rarity selected a variety of items almost at random for me to try while she tried to get a feel for what would suit me and my lifestyle.

“Rarity, these tight jeans are just not going to work.”
“Why ever not Darling?”
“I can’t bend my knees in these. I'm afraid mobility is a necessity.”
“I understand. Still, it's terribly unfortunate.”
“Why?”
“They do show off your physique nicely.”
“If you say so. I’m changing out of these now.”

In the beginning, I think we were both getting worried that this was going to end in tears. We had a few disagreements about form and function.

“No way. I am not wearing a tie unless it’s a special occasion.”
“But Silver . . .”
“No buts Rarity. I’m sorry, but that’s non-negotiable. The last thing I need is to wear a noose.”
“. . . Fine Darling. But I think you’d look smashing.”
“I can try a suit on before we call it a night.”
“That would be lovely darling. I may be able to find a style that doesn’t need a tie.”

There were also a few uncomfortable moments when certain clothing types came up. My insecurity about my body was still a significant problem.

“The clothes will have to be long sleeves and pants Lady Belle.”
“What about summer Silver? Surely you'll want shorts and a t-shirt eventually.”
“Not if I can help it. I'm not inflicting my appearance on anyone.”
“What about swimming Silver?”
“I don't think I'll be going to a beach or pool again. Let's move on.”
“Very well darling. I apologize for bringing it up.”

In spite of the challenges, we managed to stay polite with each other. Through our debates about clothing options, we began to find common ground. Only on little things but it was enough to start something. As we moved from item to item and store to store the uncomfortable silences began to wane and turned into a conversation and even some gentle teasing.

“Silver, as useful as they might seem do you really think you’ll use all those extra pockets.”
“I’d think you’d be a fan considering how often women’s clothes have fake pockets.”
“Argh! Don’t get me started on that Silver. That idiocy makes me so mad.”
“It seems like false advertising to me. What good are false pockets Rarity?”
“Utterly useless. Now could you please put the cargo pants back?”
“By your command Lady Belle.”
“Oh shush.”

By the time we dropped off the bags at my car we had firmed up a solid foundation for what would have been considered an impossible friendship a week earlier. I was still nervous about messing things up but things had gone far better than I feared it might. We had decided to have dinner together at the food court and our discussions had drifted to her work on fashion design.

“I’ve been meaning to ask Rarity. Did you make all the dresses for the girls at the Fall Formal?”

“I got a glimpse from the gym entrance when Twilight received her crown the first time. You have quite the talent Rarity.”

“Why thank you. Did you at least get a better look afterward? Even with the damage, I feel like they were still fine work.”

I wasn't really thinking when I gave my answer. “I didn’t really look too hard at them.”

Rarity frowned at my statement. “I’ve noticed you tend to avoid looking at me and my friends much at all. Your eyes are all over the place but rarely on us. Do we make you uncomfortable?”

I looked at the ground and winced at the question. “It's not that simple Lady Belle. The worst rumors I’ve overheard make it sound like I attacked and harmed women in the past. If I don’t look at anybody it’s less likely that rumor will persist. If I show no interest, I’m not a predator, right? I can be happy with your company without looking at you.”

I continued walking towards the food court, but I stopped short when I heard Rarity call to me in her formal tone.

“Sir Spark, I pray thee turn around and face me. The floor is poor sustenance for thine eyes.”

I hesitated. My heart began to race and my hands started to shake. The ground wasn't moving but it seemed to flow across my vision as dizziness threatened to drop me to the floor. But her words had power and I was beginning to trust her. I turned around to face her.

Rarity was standing about ten paces away, posing in a slightly sexy way with one hand on her hip. She was wearing her usual purple skirt and a pale blue blouse but now I looked over the details of the person. Rarity had a figure you would normally see on a model. Her skin was immaculate and she had a very light layer of makeup on her face. Her clothing accentuated every curve in her body. I looked into her deep blue eyes for the first time since we had truly connected and marveled at how rich the color was.

Rarity just smiled as she watched my face turn red but didn't speak. She just held the pose while I looked, trapped in that moment of time. Finally, I broke my gaze and looked back towards the floor. I could feel moisture gathering in my eyes.

I could hear Rarity’s boots clicking on the tile as she walked over to me. Then her hand touched my cheek and gently lifted my chin up to meet those deep blue eyes again, this time up close. Instead of bringing a chill, her eyes warmed me for the first time since we met.

“That is why you are not a predator Silver Spark. I can’t imagine how hard it is to fear even glancing at the people around you. Fashion isn’t just for the wearer. It’s meaningless if it is not shared with the people around us. The worst hypocrite is a beautifully dressed person who takes offense when their appearance draws eyes. The expression on your face when you looked at me was not that of someone to be feared. It makes me sad to see the terror in your eyes simply from admiring a friend.”

My god, my heart wants to explode.
We can't look away, she won't let us.

“Are you sure Rarity” I whimpered. I felt terribly self-conscious at that moment, trapped by a pair of eyes. Rarity wiped a tear off my face and sighed.

“Of course I am Silver. Sadly, I have been subject to the eyes of predatory men on occasion. It is the price of fashion but one I am willing to pay. I believe I speak for all the girls in saying you can look at us without fear. In fact, I would like to get your opinion on a few things later if you are willing.”

I stepped back and looked her over once more. My heart was still racing as I tried to control my fear and I was at a loss for words. Finally, I stepped back to the formal style.

“If that is your desire Lady Belle, I would be pleased to help even though my fears say I am a fool. I would prefer assurance from our friends before I assume permission. Rumors do run deep in our school and cannot be banished easily.”

She smiled. “Fair enough. This is a good first step towards controlling your fear.”

Of course, she sat across from me at dinner. Granted it was far less frightening to look at her since I could just focus on her face and eyes. She had a light salad and I had a pasta dish loaded with meat. The contrasts between our meals were quite amusing to the two of us. We were just starting to eat when Rarity's phone started buzzing. She turned it on, revealing a text from Rainbow Dash which she let me read.

“We may have to postpone the second part of our evening Sir Spark. It appears we are about to be invaded.”

She laughed with a sparkle in her eyes. “I do enjoy this little game of ours Silver Spark. Fluttershy is the only one who is really interested in Shakespeare but she won't use the language casually like you do.”

“Years of practice Milady. I am pleased such a simple choice of words could lead us to common ground.”

Rarity and I were walking side by side through the mall towards the music shop when we heard Pinkie Pie calling us. I was glad the bags were up in the car already. We looked over and saw Rainbow Dash walking with the other girls from the other entrance. We turned and went over to walk with them. Rainbow raised her eyebrow at me.

I was feeling unusually upbeat so I decided to prod Rainbow with the game of words Rarity and I had been playing. “Lady Belle has been a most entertaining companion this evening Ms. Dash.”

Rainbow’s eyes widened. “OH NO! What has she done to you Silver? Mind control is for demons, not fashion designers. Ummm, no offense.”

“Be kind dear Rainbow Dash” replied Rarity evenly with a small smile. “Silver Spark here has been a perfect gentleman since we arrived here. He was in desperate need of a wardrobe change and it was my responsibility to ensure his choices were appropriate. I couldn’t in good conscience allow him to continue spending time with us in sweats.”

I laughed and dropped character. “At least I admitted that they were an awful choice Rarity. Just a couple more days of this. So, what brings you down here this evening? Rarity said you mentioned something about a guitar.”

Rainbow grimaced and continued walking. “Well yeah. Originally I was going to pull out my guitar to see if I still had the touch to prepare for the music competition. Unfortunately, I need to replace it. Here we are.”

She swung into the music shop. A girl with two-toned blue hair was standing at the checkout counter. I had seen her at school, but I had never caught her name. Rarity put words to our confusion about why she was here.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just play the guitar you have Rainbow Dash.”

Rainbow placed her guitar case on the counter and opened it. Inside was an old beat-up electric guitar that had seen better days. It had broken strings, stains and worst of all, the neck was almost snapped. As if to make a point, another string snapped right there.

“I think that might be the problem Rarity," I said. "It’s in worse shape than my sense of style. What on earth happened to it?”

Rainbow sighed. “I discovered I forgot to put it away last time I used it. A box fell on it when I was trying to get at the case. It was pretty beat up already though. Normally I practice on an acoustic guitar, but my rock band needs a proper electric guitar.”

We looked around the store which had a wide variety of options. Pinkie started bouncing around the store poking all the guitars. Applejack looked over at Rainbow.

“I need to find something that looks as awesome as I’m going to make it sound!”

Then she let out a gasp as a guitar caught her eye. It was a red double-necked guitar sitting in a frame in the middle of the wall. Almost in a daze Rainbow Dash walked over and grabbed it by the neck. At the same time, another blue hand grabbed the other neck. Apparently, none of us had noticed the self-styled ‘Great and Powerful Trixie’ was also in the store.

The rest of us watched the argument with increasing dismay. Fluttershy looked nervous and while Sunset and I just tried to stay out of sight in the background. Applejack finally offered a solution.

Pinkie handed a simple baby blue guitar to Dash who quickly tuned it and started playing. Trixie grabbed another and started playing her response. They exchanged chords and rock scales with impressive skill. Rainbow really did know how to play but so did Trixie. Dash actually took a couple of steps back as Trixie unleashed her best riff yet.

Then things got weird. Rainbow Dash abruptly straightened up and began playing an incredibly fast and complex series of chords and notes. The skill needed to play a riff like that was incredible. Suddenly her eyes went wide and began glowing white. Her body and guitar were both engulfed sparks of electricity as human ears were replaced by pony ears. She floated into the air as a pair of wings grew out of her shoulders and her hair doubled in length, almost reaching her ankles.

What is this? The very air is pulsing with energy.
We have felt this before. It's magic.
There's still magic in this world?
Apparently.
But what does it mean?
Not a clue.

While my brain was reeling at the sight, Rainbow Dash finished her guitar solo as she slammed back into the ground unleashing a rainbow shockwave that actually sent Trixie flying across the store. I felt a familiar warmth as the energy passed through me. It brought back memories of the peace I felt when I was dying. Rarity, Fluttershy, Pinkie, and Applejack stared in disbelief but then started cheering since it was pretty obvious Rainbow had won. Rainbow stood up with a huge grin on her face.

Where did Sunset go?
She disappeared when Dash started to transform.

The blue-haired girl walked over and offered Rainbow the double-necked guitar. Rainbow was about to take it but then looked down at the guitar she had just been playing. The guitar had been polished to a mirror shine by her magic and it was now a deep blue color. You could actually see her reflection in it. Rainbow came to a decision.

“Meh, Trixie can have that one. Turns out this is the guitar that speaks to me.”

While she walked towards the front to pay, I went looking for Sunset. She had disappeared during Rainbow's performance. I noticed the door to the back stockroom was ajar. I pushed it open. Sunset was curled up in a corner and hyperventilating. I hurried over and knelt down next to her. Her body jerked in a panic when I put my hand on her shoulder and she let out a terrified sob. In spite of her startled reaction, her hand grabbed mine, almost involuntarily.

We sat for a moment as she slowly calmed down. Finally, she coughed and began to whisper. “I could feel the magic building in Rainbow Dash. Felt just like the moments before I was purged. I was afraid it would hurt me again.”

Her voice was becoming more hysterical. “It wasn't physical pain Silver. I don't know if I can describe it. It was like my soul caught on fire. I put on the crown and suddenly I was consumed by darkness. I remember what I did like I was watching a movie but I was just a candle in dense fog. Then when the rainbow hit me all my mistakes were made clear and slammed into my face. Then the darkness was pulled out of me by force like it was shredding my very essence fighting the light. It felt like the wings and tail were . . were torn off of meeee . . . ”

Her voice broke as she trailed off into sobs and started to shake and again. It felt like she was getting ready to speak through her sobs so I interrupted her by starting to rub her back, gently massaging her through her coat.

She sobbed and shook for a few minutes more. I simply continued to stroke her back as she slowly uncurled. Once she sat up I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into a hug. She leaned on me and continued to talk.

“I was sure I was about to die from the pain Silver. There are no marks but it feels like something alien was driven into me and then pulled out forcefully. It feels like there's something missing inside of me and sometimes my back feels like it's burning again.”

“No. Thank Celestia it isn't. Every time I check there's nothing wrong. Wait, why are you even here again? You keep on finding me and comforting me even though I hurt you more than any of those girls. Why are you always the one?”

“It is a bit odd, isn't it? I suppose it's because my past has tormented me as well. I know what it's like to have another entity in my mind and a torn soul. Fear and anxiety over past choices still hover over me like a fog that won't lift. I can't afford to look back at my past with anger and regret anymore. What happened was in the past and I want to give you an honest chance. If part of that is helping you heal, then here I am. Did the magic from Rainbow Dash actually cause any pain?”

“Good, if this is repeatable we might have to try to get you comfortable with magic again. Come on, let's go find the girls.”

I stood up and pulled her to her feet. Sunset was still shaky so I held out my elbow and let her use me for support. Together we walked out of the storeroom. The store was empty except for Trixie and Vinyl. When we came out, Trixie let out a disgusted snort.

“Trixie is disappointed this store caters to the demon and her familiar. She will shop again when the stench of evil has cleared out.”

She put down the guitar she had been examining and flounced out the door. I'm not sure Vinyl even heard since she still had her headphones on. Sunset had stiffened at Trixie's accusation. She leaned against the door frame and covered her face with her arm.

“I'm sorry helping me has put you in this position Silver. You should be treated like a hero for what you did at the fall formal.”

“I won't say it doesn't hurt but I take solace in the fact that the most important people in my life know the truth.”

“Like me!” Pinkie popped her head back around the corner. She tapped her hand on the corner of the door in a steady beat as she started her mile a minute talk.

“There you two are! Dash bought the awesome guitar and then we all left. Her wings just faded away after we left the store. Then Rarity said, 'Wait, where did Sunset and Silver go?’ Then I said, 'I'll bet they're back at the store.' Then I came to find you and here you are! Come on, let's go!”

We caught back up with the rest of the girls. Rarity put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at me.

“It's a shame we won't have time to try you out in a suit today. Perhaps another time Silver.”

Rainbow Dash was talking to the other girls about the band. “So you’re going to find your base guitar Applejack?”

Rainbow looked over at her. “It's not exactly the most transportable instrument, Rarity. How are you going to bring it in or to the concert site?”

“If you say so Rarity. Our first practice will be Friday if I can find a drummer.”

I watched the floor carefully and did my best to ignore the whispers as I made my way towards the music room. I had to weave through the crowds of students who were inside taking refuge from the rain. Discord had been pleased to see me and I promised he could watch me practice in the gym after school on Monday. Rainbow had been racking her brain all day trying to find a drummer but Rarity’s text suggested she’d found a candidate. I weaved over towards the lockers to go around a particularly large crowd.

The mental shout forced my body into action before I fully realized what had been said. I dropped down and rolled to the side without looking. There was a loud bang and then a piercing scream of pain. I looked up and saw Lightning Dust collapsing to the ground with her right hand cradled in her left. Her knuckles were bleeding and her hand seemed limp. The locker had a fist-shaped dent in it at the height where my head had been.

The color drained out of Lightning Dust’s face as she trailed off and she keeled over in a dead faint. I quickly checked my surroundings but I didn’t see Gilda or any other potential attackers in the mob of students surrounding us. I got up on my knees and checked her breathing. It was irregular but still there. Her face was quite pale and she was unconscious.

Oh for Luna’s sake. Seriously?
Well done.
How did we dodge that?
We heard her coming right?
First thing I heard was the shout to duck.
What do we do? She would have dumped us in a corner to rot.
I'm not her.

“You there, run to the office and make sure Nurse Redheart is there. Quickly!”

The girl with blue and pink hair took a frightened step back but nodded and ran off in the direction of the main office. I carefully scooped up Lightning Dust into my arms, making sure her hand was secure in her lap so it wouldn’t bump anything. The crowd parted as I walked down the stairs towards the office. Surprisingly, another girl with pale teal hair and orange-gold eyes lead the way, holding the doors open for me. Lightning Dust moaned once or twice but was otherwise silent. Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna were watching me as I carried Lightning past the main office. The girl with pink and blue hair was holding the medical room door open for me.

I looked over at the two girls who I had drafted on the spot. “Thank you, both for your help.”

They nodded without speaking and walked off. I sighed and looked at the irritated face of Nurse Redheart.

Ruby shook her head and gestured at the back room. I took Lightning in and gently put her down on the bed.

“She attempted to hit me and punched a locker hard enough to leave a dent. I think the pain caused her to faint. Scraped knuckles are the visible injury but I’ll be surprised if she hasn’t broken something given how quickly she collapsed.”

Ruby frowned. “I will have to call an ambulance if there’s any possibility of a break. I will take care of her from here. You need to go speak with Vice Principal Luna. Thank you, Silver.”

I walked out the door and back to the office. The girl with pink and blue hair watched me go to the office. Her expression was clearly puzzled but I didn't pay any real attention. Luna was waiting for me as I walked in. She gestured for me to follow her into her dimly lit office. I walked in and took a seat. She sat down at her desk and pulled out a file with my name on it. The biggest difference from her counterpart was the absence of the ethereal hair but the two-toned blue coloring of her hair was reminiscent of the night sky look.

She raised her eyebrow at my stutter from almost calling her by her first name as her pony had requested.

“I’m not entirely sure what to make of you," she replied. "You are an enigma, to say the least. An unassuming loner with far more visits to the nurse's office than I like to see but no reports of any wrongdoing. Since the events of the Fall Formal, everyone seems to have an opinion. Six people swear up and down that you’re a hero. Another group insists you’re a horrible monster that should be expelled. Discord and Redheart both think you’re a gentleman and they never agree on anything.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose before continuing. My phone started buzzing in my pocket.

“About the only thing I can get a clear answer on is that nobody has ever seen you fight anyone until this past Monday. The reasons I've heard vary widely but Nurse Redheart swears you were defending Sunset and I’m inclined to believe her. Now you walk to the nurse carrying an unconscious student. I await Nurse Redheart’s report first but I must ask: Which one are you Silver Spark?”

I was floored listening to her. The voice was so familiar and she even had some of the same tone shifts as Princess Luna. The only difference was Princess Luna’s use of archaic language. I thought for a moment and then spoke.

“I don’t know ma’am. Up until the Fall Formal, I simply existed. If it hadn't been for Twilight, I probably wouldn't be here talking to you. Instead, I’ve been given a second chance. I intend to take it if I am able. What the other students believe I am is their business. I just want to enjoy time with my friends in peace and try to pull myself back together.”

“What do you intend to do about the other students? While the staff of CHS does not condone fighting and will intervene, we are not omniscient.”

“If they leave me alone, I have no reason to bother them. If I’m attacked I’ll defend myself just like any sane human should. I’m just glad I have a few friends now.”

“Yes, ma’am. I will do my best though I can't control the actions of others.”

I walked out of the office and pulled my phone out. A chain of texts had come in from the girls.

I didn’t waste time replying, instead I just jogged over to the music room. I pushed the door opened and found all the girls except Sunset inside. I wondered where she was and then recalled she was helping in the cafeteria cleaning dishes today. They seemed to be chatting and watching their phones.

The girls all looked up when I walked in. Pinkie bounded over to me and wrapped me in a bear hug squeezing all the air out of me.

Pinkie released her grip and let me take a breath so I could explain what happened. Their looks of concern grew as I spoke. Rainbow Dash jumped to her feet with a look of fury on her face.

“Seriously! I told them to leave you alone. Now we might be down a soccer player.”

Rarity cleared her throat. “And of course, we're all quite glad Lightning didn't manage to injure our friend, right Rainbow Dash?”

“I wish there was something I could have done to stop her. I was just lucky to be able to dodge in time. Now, what was the cool thing you wanted to show me?”

Luck had nothing to do with it.

The girls grinned at each other. Fluttershy started playing the tambourine and Pinkie started playing a beat on the drums. I watched as they sprouted pony ears, tails, and wings while they played just like Rainbow Dash. My jaw dropped.

Well that’s three of them with magic now.
But why? What has changed?
I don't know, but I shouldn't be this surprised.

“Well, that was certainly worth rushing here for. Do you think the same will happen when you two play?” I asked Rarity and Applejack.

“Ah don't know. I need to find my bass guitar first. I couldn't find it last night and I don't know where it got to.”

“Time will tell darling. I need to figure out how to deal with my piano problem. Will I still be seeing you after school again?”

Sunset and I followed Rarity into Carousel Boutique. She closed the door behind her and locked it. She clapped her hands together and walked us into her back workroom. The room could only be described as organized chaos. In one corner there was a smaller version of the modeling mirrors out front. A kettle and some teacups were in one corner. She came back out with a notepad and a tape measure over her shoulder and flicked on the kettle on the way past.

Sunset let out a half-laugh, half snort at my words. “You’re still playing that game Silver?”

I smiled at her. “My dear Lady Shimmer, a game that solidified a friendship is a game worth continuing.”

Rarity cleared her throat. "I need the two of you to put on the clothes I left in these two rooms for you.”

Rarity guided me through a door into the neighboring walk-in closet and closed the door behind me. Dozens of dresses and gowns were hanging there, covered in protective bags. I looked down on the bench but I was confused by what was sitting there.

“Ummm, did you forget something Rarity? There's only a pair of shorts in here.”

“Silver Spark, I simply cannot take your measurements through clothing. All those items we bought are close to the right fit, but they will need tweaking. I'll be taking care of that but I need your measurements to get the modifications right. I've also been considering trying out men's formal wear and who better than a friend to try the prototypes out?”

I heard her walk off and speak quietly to Sunset before going to another room. Of course, I still started to have a panic attack at the thought. It was only Rarity and Sunset but then again Twilight seeing the scars was extremely uncomfortable. Had the girls even gotten a good look at what happened to me? I didn't want to inflict this on them but I slowly pushed onward. Shaking like a leaf I began to take off my clothes.

We aren't actually going to do this are we?
I don't know if there's any way out of it.
We could decline and just leave.
Rarity put a fair amount of effort in yesterday. I think I have to do this.

I pulled on the shorts and tied them off tight. At least they had a loose fit so I wouldn't be showing off anything unfortunate. I looked down at my scarred body and shuddered at the thought of going out there like this. Then there was a knock on the door.

“Not really Rarity. I'm honestly feeling horribly self-conscious about this. It's not a pretty sight.”

“I would quickly become a poor and broke designer if I judged people by their appearance dear.”

I took a deep breath and slowly pushed the changing room door open. I forced my feet to move one step at a time but it was agony. My eyes traced the lines of the tiles on the floor as I slowly walked out into the silent room and waited for the inevitable gasps of horror and demands to put my clothing back on. The silence was frightening but the expected horror and insults never came. All I heard was Sunset mutter to herself before Rarity spoke.

“Silver darling please step over here and stop hiding your eyes. I can't measure you in such an awkward position.”

I looked up and stopped frozen with my eyes darting from Sunset to Rarity and back again. Instead of their street clothes, they were both dressed in modest one-piece swimsuits. Rarity was dressed in dark blue and Sunset was wearing a greenish-blue suit. The two of them looked quite lovely and part of me hoped we would still be friends when summer rolled around.

Oh my.
Self control. We need to have control.
I'm mostly still worried about being exposed. We should be ok.

They were both watching me with unreadable expressions. I managed to suppress any overt physical reaction simply due to my discomfort with being exposed. Rarity handed Sunset a notepad and walked over to me holding her tape measure.

“Could you please write the numbers down as I call them out Sunset? Arms up please Silver.”

Sunset nodded, sat down at the table, and picked up a pen. Rarity began taking my measurements, calling them out to Sunset one by one. Her hands occasionally brushed my skin as she moved the tape measure around making me shiver. Between measurements, she started to talk.

"I look horrifying; like I've been stitched back together. I can't imagine why anyone could even stomach seeing this. Inflicting my appearance on you and your friends is the last thing I want to do.”

Sunset looked up from what she was writing. “Are you kidding? I would have done things differently when you arrived if I had seen this first. Wow.”

“It's for the best you didn't isn't it?" I said bitterly. "I know the scars would just be more fodder for the rumor mill. I can hear it now. 'Frankenstein's monster was better looking.'”

Sunset didn't reply, she just focused on making the next notes for Rarity, leaving me feeling like a heel. Rarity chuckled much to my dismay thinking she was laughing at me. Then poked me in my stomach, hitting hard muscles since my whole body was tense.

“Silver darling, you have a body that will quickly draw attention away from those marks. Obviously athletic with broad shoulders. Muscular but not insanely so. I'll admit you're a bit underweight but I heard you were eating better to that should even out in a month or two.”

Sunset shook her head. “Seriously Silver, you really don't. Relax and let me enjoy the view.”

Are they just being nice?
We thought Twilight was as well.
They can't be right. Can they?

I tried to relax but it was difficult. I felt incredibly exposed as Rarity measured every inch of my body. She was professional for every step of the process though. When she finished up my measurements she asked me to switch with Sunset and take the same notes before I had time to think about going to throw a t-shirt on. Rarity started calling out numbers for me to write as she took Sunset's measurements.

Remembering Rarity's request the day before, at the mall, I glanced over to watch every once in a while, admiring how they looked. Rarity seemed to notice and smiled at me when our eyes met. Rarity stood slightly taller than Sunset while Sunset was a bit bustier. They both filled out their swimsuits beautifully and I enjoyed every moment, amazingly without any unfortunate physical reactions. After Rarity finished her measurements we sat down at the table to chat and she poured us each a cup of tea.

“So did you both bring items that are meaningful to you like I asked? It helps me with color choice and also I can add little details to make the clothes truly yours. Like . . . like my blue diamonds,” she said, gesturing at her hair.

Sunset nodded and picked up her t-shirt and pointed at the red and gold sun in the middle. “This symbol was my cutie mark back in Equestria. For ponies, the cutie mark is supposed to be a representation of who we are and what our special talent is. I thought I knew what it meant when I came here but I'm not sure anymore.”

“That makes two of us,” I said as I pulled my bracers out of my backpack. Sunset's eyes widened as she looked at them. “This symbol with the shield, hammer, and sword was my cutie mark and the one at the top is Princess Luna's. It felt perfectly right even though I'd never seen it before. I have a few ideas about the meaning but nothing concrete.”

“Can I see one of those Silver?” asked Sunset. I handed one over to her and passed the other into Rarity's eager hand. Sunset tapped it a couple of times with her knuckle, ran her finger over the symbol, and then stared at me.

“This is impossible. How did you get Lunar Iron armor shaped for the human body with your cutie mark on them?”

“I was wearing them when I returned through the portal from Equestria. They never existed before then which is why they are so important to me. They almost feel like they're a part of me when I wear them. What is Lunar Iron?”

“Lunar Iron was a special metal used to make the ancient Lunar Guard Armour. The method of making it was one of many arts lost when Princess Luna fell into the Nightmare. The metal is extraordinarily tough and it can't be scratched after it is enchanted nor can it be melted for reuse. It simply melts into normal iron."

“The members of the Lunar Guard last wore it a thousand years ago. They were Luna's personal guards much like the Solar Guard watches over Celestia. Several intact suits were stored in the vaults. Celestia showed them to me when I was her student.”

Rarity cleared her throat. “Well, that is quite something you two. I hate to interrupt but are you feeling any better Silver?”

I sighed, feeling a bit exposed again, and wrapped my arms around myself. “A little bit Rarity. I wish I could absolutely believe that you weren't just being polite to me but a part of me is unconvinced. Still, your kindness is appreciated. By the way, was this strictly necessary or was this just a conspiracy to get my shirt off Lady Belle?”

“You wound me, Sir Spark. Shorts or tight-fitting clothes are ideal for getting good measurements while preserving modesty. Confirming what I suspected about your body was merely a bonus. The scars are there, I cannot deny it but they are a small part of a striking picture.”

“Rarity is right Silver,” said Sunset. Then she smiled. “I hope you enjoyed watching us as well. Rarity took me aside and told me about your fears earlier. Every time I find out more about the consequences of my actions I want to throttle my past self. Both of us being in swimsuits at the same time was a ploy to make you feel more comfortable.”

“I had to tell Sunset because she was going to be here today,” Rarity added. "I won't mention your issues with your body or your concerns about looking at us to our other friends without your permission."

I shook my head with a smile. “I must admit seeing two beautiful women in swimsuits like this has been a sight for sore eyes and was a welcome distraction. Actually, having thought about it, I'd prefer it if you spoke to the others rather than me. Saying anything myself feels self-serving and I'd hate to put anyone on the spot. I'll stick with averting my eyes unless I hear something different.”

Rarity and Sunset blushed a bit at my compliment. “Always the gentleman Sir Spark” Rarity replied. “I'm certain the girls will be fine, but I'll see to speak to them on your behalf. As much as I would like to continue this conversation, I must get to work. These clothes won't adjust themselves and I'd like to have you in your new clothes by Monday.”

I got up and gave Rarity a half bow. “Thank you, Lady Belle, you're a treasure. I'm glad you're my friend.”

I got dressed and said my goodbyes to both girls. Sunset had driven over on her motorcycle so we went our separate ways. As I drove along the country roads I couldn't help but shake my head at the lengths they had gone to make me feel comfortable and welcome.

Still can't believe they think I'm good-looking.
Is friendship blind?
No, friendship is kind perhaps?
Perhaps. We will find out I suppose.

I pulled into the driveway at my house and actually got some assignments done before falling into bed. I enjoyed the memory of two lovely ladies who dressed in swimsuits just to make me feel less self-conscious as I curled up under my blankets. The memory brought a smile to my face as I drifted off to sleep.

I was running across the courtyard of Canterlot High as fast as I could. The fireball had already left Demon Shimmer’s hands. I knew I just had to move a bit faster and I could stop it. The weeks I had spent mistreating my body and getting beaten had taken their toll and I wasn’t even close when the fireball hit the girls. I saw the burning bodies of the girls flying through the air. The Demon was laughing maniacally as I fell to my knees in front of the portal knowing that I failed.

I paused to think and the world paused with me. I had successfully made the run and taken the hit. The girls were fine. Even Sunset Shimmer had been saved.

The courtyard, the bodies, and the demon shimmered and then dissolved into a familiar starfield. Standing where the portal used to be was a pony. It wasn’t just any pony; it was a Thestral that had been my reflection one time. He stretched his wings and trotted over to me. On all fours, he stood about a foot and a half shorter than me and every detail was a match from the streak of gray in his brown mane and tail to the web of scars covering both of our bodies. He grinned at me.

“It’s about time we got out of that mess. Now we can have a proper talk.”

Finding a Place

by Battlecat

Chapter 11 - To Grow