Of Bats and Sparrows

by Silver Inkwell


Eleven

1000 Years Ago,

It was the day of the Fall Festival, and Ash was just waiting around for something to happen hoping that he would see somepony else that he would like.

His brother, however reasoned that one must talk and not judge on the outward appearances. “Come on,” he said, “It’ll be fun, just try it out, you’ll see.”

But Ash felt very nervous, in fact, he actually felt terrified.

“But I’m nervous,” he said.

Silver laughed, “Come on, mares aren't hard to talk to, here let me show you,” he said walking over to a mare. “Well hello there, my name is Silver and you are?”

“Get lost,” she said and then walked away.

“See? Talking isn't that hard…”

“But keeping them interested is?”

“See? Now you’ve got it.”

“I hate you.”

“I’m your brother, I thought that you’re supposed to love me.”

“I do, but sometimes I just really want to kill you.”

“I know, now then I can only help you so much,”

“Go figure,”

“The rest of it you’ll just have to figure it out by yourself, understand?”

“Got that, but thanks for the little help that you did provide,” Ash said as he looked around hoping to see somepony else.

“Don't worry, I believe in you brother, you’ve got this.”

“That’s what you say, but anyhow, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Ash slowly wandered off away from his brother while he waved and smiled trying to get hitched for one night only, he sighed, he loved his brother, but sometimes he just couldn’t stand him. He wandered around looking at all the mares, there were bat ponies and non-bat-ponies alike, this one of the very few nights that the regular ponies would even dare tolerate the bat ponies since they were still technically citizens of Equestria and therefore had the rights and respect of one.

He continued to wander around hoping to see something else, something new, anything at all actually, but then suddenly he saw her.

She was like an angel.

Her hair was black as the night, her eyes were like the color of butterscotch caramel. She had all the regular number of normal parts that a bat pony was supposed to have of course. But somehow, she managed to catch his eye.

Sweet Celestia have mercy on me, please, he thought to himself.

He gulped very nervously. Okay, you can do this, you’ve got this.