//------------------------------// // Meeting the Family // Story: Brand New Powers // by Peridork //------------------------------// With those words the six baby ponies projected themselves into the dreams of their parents. Everypony was sleeping in their beds blissfully dreaming of their day. Inside the head of Fluttershy A little pegasus filly with a long multi-hued mane walked through the dreamscape. She was searching for her parents asleep in their own dream beds. She found the only building in the wasteland- a cottage. She gently tapped a hoof on the door, and with no answer she barged right into a scene that brought a blush to her yellow face. Fluttershy was having a dream of Rainbow Dash at that moment. Ok, never barge into a dream ever again- especially when my moms are involved. She cleared her throat and said, Umm... can you stop doing that...I need to talk to you. Fluttershy jumped out of her bed. “Who are you and why are you in my dreams?” I am your daughter and I hope to warn you about Samael. He plans to attack here in Ponyville soon and you need to be prepared. Fluttershy frowned. “Now, relax. Why don’t you stay a while and have some tea? I haven’t even learned your name.” It’s Chroma...and, uh, I gotta go. I really don’t like all that girly stuff. You know...I like racing and stuff. Totally dislike tea parties. She tried to fly off as fast as she could. “Oh really? I can tell you're lying from over here. It’s ok to like them...you are a girl. Anyway, I’ve always wanted a foal of my own. I take care of most of the pets in Ponyville, yet I never had somepony to love until Dash...” Fluttershy continued to ramble on and she left few details out of her story. Oh Celestia please save me. Inside the head of AJ Sweet Apple Acres appeared over the horizon as a unicorn filly appeared. She had a light orange coat and a curly yellow mane. She noticed AJ bucking apples on the family farm. She teleported in front of the farm pony. Hello, mother would you like some help with those apples? Although I may look like a lady; I understand the importance of hard work. “Uh, hay there...why ya speaking all fancy. If you actually are related to me ya must have some sort of accent. It kinda runs in the family.” Applejack smirked. Uh...ok I’ll show you my accent. The filly groaned and cleared her throat. Hay there mother, how may ah be of assistance. If you don’t get help ya know what yer stubbornness gets you to do. ‘Cause such a travesty would be the Worst Possible Thang. As Celestia as mah witness, I shall be helpin’ ya pick these-a here apples or mah name ain’t Zap Apple. Applejack stared blankly. She always wondered what Rarity would sound like with her accent and it was wonderful. Rarity’s ideas of fashion and all things fancy turned off AJ when speaking to her marefriend, but it was cute when she got all dramatic. So, seeing their kid got the personality from Rarity and her own work ethic and accent...it was adorable. “So Zap Apple’s your name. Ah guess that’s a decent name and I don’t believe its taken by any relatives. Would ya like ta help me in this here dream? ‘Cause I want to finish early so I can spend some time with ya.” Would ah ever! Inside the head of Pinkie Pie A small unicorn colt with purple hair and a flat pink mane walked through the never ending party that was Pinkie Pie’s brain. Few ponies could survive the onslaught of parties and desserts, except this was not a normal pony. He was part of her bloodline- a bloodline of courageous party ponies that stretched back into antiquity. Or, at least that’s what his books said and books were never wrong...except when they had to be revised. He trotted happily towards Sugarcube Corner. When he arrived he knocked heavily on the door and dodged. A party cannon shot at where he was standing previously. I knew I felt my Snack Sense going off...let’s see she has to be around here somewhere. “Hey, Snacky how are you doing?” Pinkie Pie said while appearing from under a table. Mom, I know this is sudden...but I need a favor. From one party pony to another, can you help me with that party I mentioned earlier. I’m stuck on the second list of things I have to get. “Snacky you remind me so much of Twilight. I remember when she wanted to make a party and she got stuck on the list of things to get for a party.And then robots burst in and shot lasers into the cake....and that's how I learned how to walk.” Mom, first that story makes no sense whatsoever and secondly my name is Midnight Snack. It is not Snacky! “Whatever you say...Midnight. Let us commence with the plans!” Pinkie ran into Sugarcube Corner with Midnight Snack following behind. Midnight Snack shrugged. He loved parties, but if he had to do this every time with his mother... At least I have a fun mom. Inside the head of Applebloom A yellow unicorn colt with a purple mane walked towards the Apple Barn. He quickly passed the rows of apple trees looking like they had to be bucked. From what he could tell from the mindlink, Zap Apple was doing that job. Good, I can focus on what I came here fer. He barged into the barn and woke up his sleeping mother. Near her lay blueprints and parts to build a robot to help on the farm. “Wha- who are ya bargin’ in mah barn?” Bloom said while partially asleep. Ma, I came here to say howdy. Can I help ya with yer project? “What’s your name anyway?” Bloom was curious. It wasn’t everyday something like this happened. Mah name’s Apple Cider. The best of the Apple Clan in regards to kitchen duties. Plus, I think I’ll try brewin’ some creations at some point. “Not if ah have anything to say about that. Even if yer name’s Apple Cider. But Mom, please I would be good at it. I wouldn’t try any of my creations- y’all could use them fer family gatherings and such. Apple Cider tried to look as helpless as possible. “Fine, whatever you say. BUT if I hear of any illegal parties or ANY drunken underage ponies caused by your brews before you are of age; so help me Celestia- Ah will ground you fer so long ya wouldn’t even remember what the sun looks like.” Applebloom stared down at the colt with a motherly rage. Ok, maybe I can start with making non-alcoholic drinks. Apple Cider stammered before running further away from the barn. Maybe telling Ma about mah skills wasn’t the best idea I’ll ever had. Applebloom just shook her head at the diminishing colt hastily running off into the distance. “Ah’m gonna have to keep an eye on that boy.” Inside the head of Octavia A unicorn filly with a light brown coat and blue spiky hair walked towards the sound of a cello playing in the music hall for the Royal Canterlot Symphony. Octavia was practicing for the upcoming performance in Canterlot. Man, mom I just love what you do with your cello I know I could never do that. Octavia looked up after being startled from hearing another voice. “Why are you here? This is my dream you can’t enter into them. What should I even call you?” Duh, mom the alicorn magic thing sorta put the whole privacy thing of yours outta whack. And for my name- it’s Scale Harmony...kind of an embarrassing name in my opinion. “Well I like it a lot; if you want I could teach you how to play this instrument.” Nah, I’d rather not. It’s not my style. I’d rather be more like mom. Or be a rock star. Don't get me wrong, I like Classical music a lot...but I don’t see me choosing it for a living. Partying is what I long for. Octavia sighed. She knew that any child she had with Vinyl would probably turn out like this. Really, she was prepared for anything. Ponies with musical talents, if they became a couple, created other musical ponies. Just sometimes their offspring liked playing different types of music. She looked back up at Scale Harmony. “Whatever you do dear, I will support your decision completely. Just be sure to be careful in the world out there. Music can be a beautiful thing but, musicians can succumb to the famous lifestyle. That, in its own way, can be very dangerous.” Ok mom, I promise that I’ll be careful and...uh, can you teach me how to play your cello? I...just want to see what it's like. Octavia looked incredulously at her daughter but then smiled. “Of course I would. Now, you start by picking up the instrument like this...” Inside the head of Cadance A small alicorn colt with a white coat and blue mane walked toward the Palace of his mother. He walked past the numerous statues of his noble ancestors that ruled the Crystal Empire before his mother. He knocked on the doors leading into the throne room. “Come in my son.” Princess Cadence was sitting on the throne in the back of the room. Hello, my dearest mother. I just wanted to tell of my royal presence and exchange the required pleasantries necessary of Your Royal Highness. “I believe you sound way too much like Luna,” Cadance smiled. “Learn to lighten up. A prince needs to know how to relate to his subjects.” Thank you kindly mother for the advice. I shall keep it in mind for our next encounter. Can you teach me how to relate because I know not how. “First tell me your name and I will help you.” Cadance looked down at her son who was currently bowing to her. “Also, please stop doing that- I’m your mother, you don’t need to be bowing to me.” Sorry I am just used to showing my respects to the Rulers of any country. My name is Eros. Now may we get into the teaching of social norms? “Yes we can. One of the first things I’m going to teach you is a normal way of speaking...” Near Sugarcube Corner “Scootaloo, doesn’t it feel great to be back in Ponyville?” Samael grinned as her said this knowing full well that she would hate him even more as the night progressed. He quickly lit his horn and aimed it at the bakery. The Corner quickly burst into flames; the Cakes only barely getting out alive. They watched as their hard work all went up in smoke. “One down, five to go!” Samael laughed. This was why he loved his job. Causing misery and death to the Queen’s creations filled him with happiness and joy. His laughter echoed ominously throughout the town. That night, every house owned by the Elements of Harmony burned. Inside a small shack outside of Ponyville, the Bearers slept blissfully unaware of the destruction.