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// Parental Visit 
// Story: My Destiny? [Teaser Only] 
// by Zhafran 
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I felt so calm by the second time I was awake. Well, calm wasn't the correct word.

Numb.

It was actually more like a numbness instead of a calm.

I don't know why I felt that way, not feeling anything at all and not sad or happy just, nothing. I don't even wanting to do anything, just laying down on the hospital bed while looking up at the ceiling and thinking what has become of my life.

'I'm still injured', that was obvious for a few couples of a day. I don't know how long I will be staying here in the hospital, but hopefully it doesn't take a long time, I miss my home already.

With no panic or fear taking place in my mind, I now had a full grasp of how severe my injuries was. The first thing I noticed was my fur, they were clean now compared to the previous night, no more red and pinkish tint on my body which meant somepony must have cleaned my coat while I was asleep... which kinda scary. The cuts on my sides felt sore, the reason why I wasn't felt them before was left out of the question. It wasn't felt that hurt actually, maybe if the injuries encompass a whole body they don't have anything else to compare the pain to. It was hard to describe, but they felt sore and itchy at the same time. If I rubbed them with my hoof, It felt so nice but If I press them, it hurt.

My right hind leg however it wasn't a pleasant one. It felt so itchy,  like very itchy, I must resist the urge to touching them because I  can't touch them. It looked like they have replaced the  bandage with a newer and bulky one. I have to say this new bandage is  either low quality or it was trying to conceal something beneath it. My  leg felt heavier, like there was a thick plastic wrapped around my leg. I  wondered what they put in it by just how big my leg was.

I let out a sigh after I have done my observation. From the look of it,  It looks like my coat will never have the same spotless look I had  before which make my  body...

Imperfect.

But I didn't cry, I don't know why, but I didn't feel sad anymore.

Laying on the hospital bed for a long period of time with lack of activity was starting to get into me. I've been used to do something even when I have a free time to draw a dress design or crafting a miniature version of dress which... I don't even know if what I did was worth anything.

Looking at my own cutie mark, I still don't know.

If what I assume about my talent was correct, maybe I can control   myself and not hurting anypony. The fact that I'm still in the hospital  was  actually a good thing. At least I have not thrown into the place  where  they put bad ponies are.

It just doesn't feel right, I have spent my life to dedicate myself to fashion because I really love making dress, but having my 'destiny' had something to do with violence just doesn't make any sense.

'Is it really my destiny? Is this truly what is supposedly to happen?'

Deciding that there were better things to do than wailing over  something, I levitated a wooden toy which for some reason  was placed on  my hospital equivalent of nightstand, feeling a slight headache from doing  so, and began to rolled  it around here and there just to distract  myself from my boredom.

'Maybe I just wrong about my talent.'

That was the only thing I keep in my mind, I still can't bear the thought of me having that kind of power. After all, there is still a possibility of my talent is nothing more than just an above average magic, like mana capacity?

 'Yeah, that should do.'

With that in mind, it just only a matter of time for me to finally leave the hospital.

Glancing towards the clock, I noticed that the short arrow was pointing at number five despite the window shut and the light switched on. It must be five in the morning, which was suck because I was not supposedly wake up this morning.

'It's going to be a long boring day.'


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There wasn't anything interesting in the hospital. The doctor and nurses came in to check me out not so long ago, asking me some question which wasn't very interesting to remember, other than that I nodded or shook my head to give them the answer. It was boring, maybe if I'm not dead by the monster, I might be dead by boredom.

They said that my parents will come to visit me in the eight of the morning which felt like forever in my current state.

'But at least I will not be alone anymore.'

It was the time, and a few minutes later, the door swung open, and I saw my father peeking out from the door.

"Hey Rarity," He said, "How's it going?"

I heard his hoofsteps when he moved closer to me, I wasn't paying attention to him that much. I just glance to meet his face once before looking down at my ruined body.

He sat next to me, patting my mane while I just keep staring at myself before he asked, "Feel better?"

I just nodded my head slightly.

"Well, I have good news. We will be home soon, sweetie. How do you think?"

I nodded again, I have to say, but I'm going to revoke my statement  about wanting to see my parents. I don't think my dad's presence was  making me happy.

"Come on my dear, say something to me."

'What should I say? I don't think I want to talk with anypony right now, but...'

"Dad."

"Hm?"

"Am I a good pony?"

"Of course you are," He answered while he was shifting closer and leaning on my bed. "Look... I understand... that you are uh... stressed, and thought that what you did was bad but, you did nothing wrong. You just did what ever you can to defend yourself, and I'm proud of that. I can't imagine what happened if you uh... let's not thinking about it, but here we are, you still here."

I don't think I actually like what he just said to me, I mean, I'm just killing something, and can get away with it because... well self-defense. Yeah, but I technically attack first with a rock, and the target is a monster. And it's okay to do it? Yeah, it's a monster that will eat me alive if I let it be. But I really hated that fact, especially if my talent had something to do with them.

Speaking of talent.

"Dad, do you think you know what is my talent?"

"Maybe," He looked at me with a smile. "You're very smart and you were  able to think up something like that, I don't think you beat up anypony yet."

I frowned, and maybe I raised my right eyebrow a little too, that last  part was obviously a joke and I don't think that was funny at all.

There was a moment of silence afterward before he finally sighed, "I'm  afraid not, my dear. But as far as I concern, your cutie mark doesn't  look bad doesn't it? A three blue diamond which are shining in our  darkest moment, right?"

I just nodded my head to give my response.

"I'm sorry Rarity," He shifted, and I glance up and meet his eyes which  were staring back at me, "I will promise to make it up to you."

After my dad said that, he then kissed me on my forehead, I was sure  that he felt guilty for leaving me before this all happened.

When I was staring into nothingness, I heard him clamber off my bed, and  then soon followed by the sound of the door open. I looked over to see  my mother peeking her head inside.

"Oh, my baby," She cooed while moving closer to my bed.

"Mom," I said, before she hugged me into a tight embrace.

"Oh, my poor Rarity," She cried, "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry for  letting this all happened to you..."

I glanced over to looked over at Dad for a little help... only to found he was looking down  at the floor for some reason.

"It's okay, darling," She wiped her nose with her foreleg and kissed me  on the forehead again, "We'll get through this together, okay?"

I don't really know what to do or how to respond, so I just nodded my head a little. I briefly caught her eye glancing over at Dad, and it seems like she was waiting for him to say something. Like she was expecting something from him.

"It's... It's okay," He managed to say, in a very low voice.

Her face turned into a scowl? It was hard to read Mom's expression, but was she mad at him?

She took a few more steps closer to my bed, and then turned to look at me. "Listen, sweetie," She began, "Your dad and I have talked about this and we think that it would be best if we go back to Manehattan, at least until everything dies down a bit, you understand."

I nodded my head, "It's okay, I suppose," I responded.

"But," She said, "Your dad and I are going to stay here a little longer, just for a few days until you can finally on your hooves again. But don't worry, we'll be leaving soon."

"Okay," I answered.

She smiled at me, but I swear, when she glanced over to look at Dad, there was something different in her eyes. Dad didn't say anything, but kept his head low in response.

"I love you, darling," She started, leaning in to hug me tightly once  more, "And I'm sorry for everything."

It was the first time I had seen either of them cry, though I'm pretty  sure they were both trying to hold it in.

'I was the cause of their pain, aren’t I?

I hated the fact that my parents were blaming themselves over something  they had no control over. I was attacked, not them, but they were sad because of it.

I started to get tears in my eyes as well. Why the hell were they making  me feel guilty? They love me, they really do.

"I'm sorry, but I can't stay, darling. I have work to do, but we'll be fine, you're still my little strong brave pony right?"

"Mhmm," I nodded.

"We'll talk later, okay? Get better soon, darling."

"M-mom." I said, almost immediately, causing her to look back at me.

"Yes?"

Why she was in such of hurry? I didn't want to upset her any further, or cause my dad any distress, so I didn't know how to put it. "Can you stay with me?"

"You want me to stay?"

"I want you to stay! I don't want you to leave me alone. Not now."

She sighed and unfortunately, I already knew her answer before she even  spoke, "I'm sorry, I wish I can stay here but there is a lot of things I  need to take care of. But your dad is still here so don't worry."

It was... hurt, what could possibly more important than staying here with me?

But before I could mutter a response, she continued. "But we'll talk later, okay? Get better soon, darling."

She kissed me one last time on the forehead. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, but she managed to blink them away.

"Okay, I'll leave you two alone." She said, as she sniffled a little bit.

"Bye mom." I replied, as she started to leave the room.

She turned around in the doorway, "I love you, darling."

With that, all I saw was just the door swinging on its hinges, leaving me and my dad alone.

"I love you too..."

Dad got up from his seat, and slowly walked over to me. He knelt down near the bed, and looked into my eyes while his hoof wiped some tears on my cheek which I haven't realized were there. "You are not to blame, nor is mom. It'll be okay, you'll see. Just because she didn't stay doesn't mean she didn't love you."

I felt myself start to get teary eyed as he continued, "Now, you rest. I'm going to get your meds, and then we'll do this every day starting tomorrow until you're back on your hooves. I'll be back in a minute."

The dam was broke when I was alone. All my previous numbness was  vanished, there were feeling in my chest, I don't know what it was, but I kept my forelegs close to  my chest the whole time, hugging myself as tight as I could just to  feel... something else.

I didn't know what gotten into me, but I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I sniffled a breath. I  tried to stop myself  from crying, but it was too late. The feeling flooded into me, like a water  overflowing in my heart, causing me to choke over my throat. I don't know how long I  was in that  room by myself, crying. It could've been a few minutes, it  could've been  an hour. It felt like forever though.

I don't even know when my dad came back in. But he was alone, without my mom. "Don't cry. You're not alone anymore." He said, as he sat in the chair by the bed.

I fought a loosing battle trying my hardest to keep the tears from falling, sniffing everytime I breathe. "Why did this happen to me?" I asked, as I wiped my eyes.

We were silent for a while, as I wiped my eyes one last time, until he spoke, "I don't know."