//------------------------------// // Rebirth // Story: Alone // by Quill of Filth //------------------------------// Tempest's eyelids fluttered as she opened them into slits. She could feel a dull headache and she could faintly feel that she was laying down but she didn't know where. She attempted to move to reorient herself, but her sore body scolded her, especially her head and spine. "Tempest?" Her ears flicked to the voice as she glanced to her side. She could faintly see a lavender figure sitting in a chair but the sunlight rays bathing the figure from the window behind them made it difficult to see. The figure got up from the chair and sauntered toward her, becoming more clear. She could see the lavender mare's face of exhaustion, her violet eyes glazed with concern. "Hi, Princess," Tempest greeted, her voice creaking. Twilight didn't respond immediately as she seemed to contemplate her words. "Are you feeling okay?" "My body hurts," she informed, wondering if it was a sufficient answer. She didn't exactly know why her body hurt. Her mind was still in a haze. Twilight's gaze fell. "What happened?" "You fell from the top of the Crystal Castle while fighting King Sombra. You landed on a platform where Discord found you unconscious. He brought you to a medical team which took you to the hospital where they managed to resuscitate you. It's a miracle you made it." Everything flooded into Tempest's mind, the shadow, King Sombra, the Heart, and the realization dawning on her that she had died. With minor trepidation, she looked away from the sun shining through the window to next to her. Her shadow was still present. "Hello there ma'am," a voice greeted. "I see you've finally woken up." At the end of the bed in the doorway stood a mare with a nurse hat hugging a clipboard. She approached the side of the bed. "So how are we feeling?" "Like I fell from the top of a castle," Tempest replied. Standing next to her, she grabbed a pen in her mouth. "Ouch. Is the head okay?"  "It hurts but it's not unbearable." She scribbled things on the clipboard. "What about the leg? Can you move it?" She asked, her voice sounding as if her teeth were bared. She attempted to move her legs and found her left one did hurt but she was still able to move it around without any sharp pains. "Yeah." "Back?" "Hurts." "How bad?" "Bad." Finishing writing, she put the pen on the board and sighed. "Okay. I'll take these back and a doctor will be with you shortly. Do you need anything?" Tempest shook her head. "Okay. Take it easy now," she said, leaving and shutting the door. "...Tempest. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." "What did you want me to find?" "I wanted you to find friendship." Upon hearing this, Tempest's mind was struck with bafflement. It should've been obvious to her. It's why Twilight chose the other three, the reason for her requesting they go on hoof. There was only one detail that stuck out that seemed contradictory. "Then why did you give me the map?" Tempest asked. "I thought you may be able to find an ancient artifact said to be in the north. I didn't know what it was or if it even existed and I didn't plan on you finding anything. I just wanted you four to bond along the way." Her mind recalled the mirror on the mountain. She realized the fate it disclosed to her was now false. But the images it showed her still happened and were true. It perplexed her. "I truly am sorry, Tempest," she almost whispered. "I'd understand if you don't forgive me." Glancing over, she noticed Twilight's head hung low. She felt a strong urge come over her and she decided despite her hesitation to fulfill it.  Wincing slightly, she leaned over before wrapping her forelegs around Twilight, bringing her close. After a few seconds of being rigid, Twilight gingerly returned the gesture, wrapping her foreleg over Tempest.  They held each other silently as Tempest attempted to convey and share her love and forgiveness in the embrace. Time ceased to exist for them. They basked in the moment, both breathing calmly as they held each other. Tempest's vision blurred and her eyes stung, causing her to squeeze them shut. Magical electricity sparked and flickered from her horn... Eventually, the embrace came to an end, as the sound of the opening door caused both to gently pull away. "Sorry if I'm interrupting anything," the nurse apologized, "but you have some visitors that would like to see you." She opened the door fully, stepping aside to prop it open to make way for the visitors. Three tall Alicorn mares sauntered into the room, the oldest sister who raised the sun, the youngest sister who raised the moon, and the princess of love herself. But following shortly behind them was a familiar azure unicorn illusionist and a lilac unicorn. The three rulers stood at the end of her bed, their presence grand and ethereal as Tempest awaited the strike of the gavel.  Celestia took initiative. "It took a lot of courage to do what you've done today." "We've come here to thank you personally for your heroic deeds," Luna informed. There was an awkward pause as Tempest processed what she heard. She glanced at Starlight and Trixie who both sat on chairs next to the sun bathed window. Trixie appeared mildly concerned while Starlight looked exhausted. "I didn't do it alone," Tempest said. "This is true," Celestia said. "And all of you will be rewarded accordingly. I guess for now, we'll leave you to recover and recuperate. Until next time," she nodded. "Thank you," Cadance said, her eyes displaying a glint of sincerity.  The door shut, leaving Tempest, Twilight, Starlight, and Trixie in the room. "You should come stay in the castle in Ponyville for a few days," Twilight offered. "Can we take the train back?" Starlight asked. "What about my wagon?" Trixie asked. "Discord can teleport it back," Twilight said. "Where is he?" Tempest inquired. "I don't know," Twilight replied. "The last time I saw him he brought the pieces of the Crystal Heart below the castle for the repair. I don't think anypony's seen him since." "You'd think he'd show up now that you're awake. That is assuming he even cares," Trixie noted. Tempest pondered if he would even know she was awake. She couldn't say for sure, especially whether he cared about her or not. But he did save her life. And from what she's seen and heard, he definitely cared about someone else. "Well. I guess I'll leave you be. See you soon?" Twilight asked with a hopeful gentle smile. Tempest smiled and nodded. Twilight's smile widened a bit in response. The door shut, leaving Tempest, Trixie, and Starlight in the room.  "Before we leave I have to perform at the fairgrounds," Trixie said. "Has the spell worn off?" "Probably," Starlight answered. "Great. Now I have to go make sure nopony stole anything," Trixie said, trotting toward the door. "Wait," Tempest blurted. "Before you two go I wanted to apologize." Trixie and Starlight gazed at her, giving her their full attention. "I treated you both with little respect and I was being arrogant. I'm the one who's…" She sighed. "Anyway, I'm sorry for the way I acted." Tempest stared at their expressions, the silence lengthening causing the tension to thicken. "...Well, I never got to thank you for saving me from that fall," Trixie noted. "So I appreciate it." "I think after what happened yesterday, we can definitely put that behind us," Starlight replied. "But maybe we can start over and get to know each other better." Tempest reciprocated her smile. "Also, if you don't mind, I have a question. I understand if you don't want to answer but... What did you see?" Starlight asked hopefully. Tempest could only assume she was referring to the mirror at the mountain. "It showed me… my bad side. And it showed me glimpses of things to come. Of my fate. Of dying." "Did you see anything?" Trixie asked softly. She assumed she was talking about death. It was like she woke up from sleep. But she couldn't say if there was anything. For all she knew it could've been like a dream like she was somewhere but her mind wouldn't let her conceive it.  "I… can't remember." She gazed back at them again, Starlight giving a hopeful smile again. "Well, we're glad you're okay," she replied. The door shut, leaving Tempest alone. Her mind wandered as thoughts began to plague her, a weight growing again. "Apology accepted." The voice stirred Tempest out of her thoughts as she glanced next to her where the voice came from. No one was there, only the wall, window, and the nightstand next to her with a lamp and lit candle on it.  She raised a brow, staring particularly at the candle that appeared out of place. It was specifically a golden chamberstick. The candle morphed a pair of yellow eyes with asymmetric crimson pupils and white bushy eyebrows. "How does it feel being responsible for saving a city, hero?" Tempest's gaze fell. "...I'm not a hero." "Is it because you fought with hate? You know, there's a saying I remember hearing: you fight because you love what's behind you, not because you hate what's in front of you," he replied. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The wisdom struck a chord deep inside of her. And it rang true.  But what did she have to fight for? Herself? She persevered and carried on out of rancor. That's all she did until recent memory. And she almost met her demise. "Is there something after?" Tempest asked. "Death? Maybe. Maybe not," he replied, before blowing upward, snuffing the flame above his head, leaving only a transparent trail of smoke that flowed up into the air. She didn't know if he even knew or not but she realized she should've expected such a vague answer from him. With a white starry flash he disappeared and reappeared in his normal form by the side of her bed. "Though Tartarus is quite the peculiar place isn't it?" She knew very little about Tartarus except that it was used by Celestia and Luna as a prison for certain wicked or evil creatures, and that it was a miserable place to explore or reside. It was a place she thought she would have been sent to after what she'd done. But she wasn't. "Thanks for saving me," she replied. "Think nothing of it," he dismissed with a wave of his talons. "I find death to be somewhat repugnant." She stared quizzically. "Nevermind that. Well, I have something important to attend to. Until next time, ta-da," he said, wiggling his fingers at her before disappearing with a starry flash. Before she could really think further, a knock sounded at the door. A stallion with a white lab coat and a circular mirror on his head sauntered into the room.  "Hello," he greeted before pulling a chair forward to sit next to her bed. "How are we?" She was slightly off put by the genuineness of his question and his posture. "I've been better," she replied. "I can imagine," he replied. "Do you mind if I get some vitals?" "Sure." He lifted the stethoscope off his neck and  clamped it into his ears while holding out the circular end before leaning forward and pressing it gently to her chest against her hospital gown. Seconds passed as he subtly readjusted it in a few spots. "...strong heart," he noted. He wrapped the stethoscope over his neck again. "Do you think you can walk?" He asked. Tempest took the opportunity to slide out from the sheets, her hooves touching the ground as she winced. She proceeded to take a step but her hindleg still gave a dull pain causing her to limp. "How bad is it?" He asked. "Not that bad," she replied. "That's good to hear. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?" "You've already asked a few," Tempest replied in jest, giving the go-ahead. He chuckled. "True. Well, how about your name?" "... Tempest." He scribbled on his clipboard, "What city are we residing in?" "The Crystal Empire?" "What's today?" "Thursday?" "Can you tell the time?" he asked, gesturing toward the wall with his pencil. She looked forward adjacent to the door at the analogue clock. "Three-fifteen." "Alright then. I would recommend staying away from vigorous activities and also taking it easy on the leg. It'll take up to a week or more to fully heal. And you can remove the bandage off your head tomorrow. But with that, surpisingly, I think we can actually get you out of here," he said making his way to the door. "Your clothes are a little tattered and torn but they're in the nightstand drawer. Don't hesitate to come back if anything else occurs," he departed with a smile, shutting the door. She limped toward the drawer and pulled it open. The black poncho had various cuts and singes, along with her scarf showing a few more loose threads. Tempest exited through the main lobby doors, the sun's warmth covering her body. "Hey." Tempest looked up and saw Starlight approaching her. "I was just coming to see when you'd be let out." "Guess they think I'm able," Tempest responded. She stepped down the stairs wincing at the pain flaring in her leg. "Really? That's surprising… Trixie is setting up for her show. Do you wanna go somewhere?" Starlight asked, beginning along the street. "Is anything even open?" Tempest asked, still limping alongside her. "Yeah, probably not," she sighed. They walked for a few minutes down the road when something caught Tempest's eye. Down a street, she could see distant carnage, from craters, scars, and rubble, all retelling the massive fight hours ago. "How are you holding up?" Tempest asked. "I'm alright. I have a bit of a burn and pretty bad soreness in my side but luckily no dark magic infection." "... I'd say you handled yourself pretty well." Starlight chuckled. "My side disagrees." The stage was set, and adjacent to it, crates were levitated and set down on the grass next to the caravan.  "What tricks do you plan on performing, Trix?" Starlight asked, approaching the caravan alongside Tempest. "I don't know yet!" Trixie called, her voice muffled from being inside the wagon. "I have a few ideas!" She poked her head out to give Starlight a knowing look. "But it'll require the help of my great and powerful assistant." "Well," Starlight drawled worriedly, "I do wanna help but I'm still really tired and kind of hurt. I don't know if I can do a full show." "You could have Discord help you," Tempest proposed. "Discord?" Trixie asked as if it was ludicrous. "Yes?" Looking toward the voice, they saw sitting on the stage the Spirit of Chaos himself with a snaggletooth smirk. "Ugh," Trixie grimaced. "There's no way I'm doing a show with you." "I've been nothing but helpful on this trip, have I not?" He replied. "Helpful is a strong word," Trixie countered. "Is it really worth not being able to perform all because your silly pride won't allow it?" "Do you think anypony will even show up," Starlight mused. "Somepony will," Trixie replied. There was an awkward pause as Trixie took a sidelong glance at Discord. "Okay, fine!" She relented, before walking back into her caravan with a scowl. "I guess I'll sit backstage," Starlight said, walking ahead. On the stage, Trixie peeked from behind the curtain. Letting go of it, she turned, her eyes wide. "How many?" Starlight asked. "A lot," she replied. "She can't count that fast," Discord responded. "What's the biggest crowd you've performed for?" Tempest asked. "This one." "Are you nervous?" Starlight asked, with a raised brow. "The great and powerful Trixie never gets nervous," she replied, trotting away with closed eyes. Starlight rolled her eyes. Tempest was peeking through the curtain to get a glimpse of the crowd. There were easily over fifty ponies who all were talking with each other or idling while standing in front of the stage. She wondered why so many showed up considering no pony seemed to recognize Trixie. "I guess no pony has anything better to do," Tempest replied, letting go of the curtain. "I guess so," Starlight agreed. "That and perhaps they want something to take their minds off of the catastrophe that transpired last night," Discord replied. Trixie surveyed her set pieces. "You remember your job, right Discord?" She chided. "Yes, to sell the lie. Except the one about you vanquishing an Ursa Major." The dark mouth of the cave flashed in Tempest's mind. Trixie rolled her eyes. "Just don't turn my show into a repeat of you at the gala or when you were helping Tirek," she deadpanned. Tempest sighed. "I guess now is the time," she mumbled. "So about before," she started, "when we were around the campfire." They all stared at her, giving her their undivided attention.  "I didn't share my past. And I guess after what's happened… I was a filly, living in a small village. I lived a carefree lifestyle, naive, and innocent, with a few ponies I called friends. One day, we were playing together, with a small ball that we bounced and threw to one another. But on a missed pass, fate rolled the ball into a cave. I went to retrieve it when I encountered an Ursa Minor that attacked me, giving me this scar and a broken horn." Trixie averted her eyes. "Luckily I survived, but a part of me didn't that day. I was left hornless, then friendless, and abandoned. My world was shattered as I was exposed to the brutality of nature and life. I ran away from home, knowing what I thought was the truth, that friendship was pointless and made me weak, and that the best way to survive was alone." "You've been homeless since you were a filly?" Trixie asked. "I don't want your pity," Tempest mumbled. The three shared glances. "Did it at least make you feel better telling the story?" Starlight offered, gesturing with a hoof. Oddly Tempest recalled actually feeling slightly better after hearing their stories. Until the fight with Starlight. But now, it just reminded her of that and what happened. It changed nothing. She still felt a hollowness inside herself along with the nagging guilt. "Not really," she replied. Discord flicked open a pocket watch. "It appears we have sixty seconds." Trixie's eyes widened. "Shoot!" she said, galloping away to get into position. "Break a leg!" Starlight called sauntering away. "Done," Tempest replied, limping behind her. Starlight winced. "It's not actually broken is it?" "No. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to put any pressure on it." They both stopped a few feet away from the stairs on the grass behind the stage, both listening to Trixie's grandiose cadence. On a good note, they could hear various points of cheering and awe as the show progressed. Tempest's gaze traveled to the night sky. Her eyes scanned the various stars, causing the weight to grow again, but this time, she noticed a particularly bright star. It spoke to her somehow. There was something twinkling inside of her. A small borderline unfathomable spark of hope, triumph, and potential. "... So why did you visit Twilight?" Starlight asked, breaking the extremely prolonged silence between them. "A lot of reasons. I felt like I needed to see her for them." "Do you mind sharing?" Starlight asked. "One reason was I wanted her to give me something to do." "Because you still felt guilty?" Starlight asked, unsure of the implication. "Partly." Starlight bowed her head. "... One of the best things Twilight ever told me was that guilt can be one of the worst feelings a pony could have. But she said in a way, it's a gift because it shows that deep down, they still have compassion or a heart." Tempest mulled over the statement, her eyes staring blankly at the earth... "Sunburst?" Tempest eyes flicked up to see the gamboge unicorn stallion approaching on the grass. He adjusted his spectacles giving his typical nervous smile. "I saw you two back here on my way to the show," he said, stopping in front of them. He looked at Tempest in surprise. "Wow, they really let you out of the hospital?" Tempest sighed. "Yep." "I guess the good news is you're here." Hearing the statement made Tempest reflect. Perhaps she was overthinking, but she wondered if he truly meant it. Was it a good thing she was still here? She didn't desire death, but it could've been the thing to set her free. No. She still had things to do. And a friend to be with. "I think Trixie's show is about to end," Starlight noted, listening to her performance. "I'm that late? I was so busy taking care of Flurry Heart and talking with Cadance…" "Is she fine?" Tempest asked. "Yeah, Trixie found her thanks to you," Sunburst said. "I just can't believe you managed to destroy the Heart," he noted lowly. "The whole sky lit up. You must have pretty powerful magic." Tempest recalled hearing a similar statement before, memories of the party at Canterlot manifesting. "You can thank my anger for that," Tempest replied. "Do you usually get angry?" Sunburst inquired. Tempest found the question a little odd but decided to humor it. "Partly. But I tend to have good control of my emotions. Most of the time." "I'm not the greatest," Starlight admitted, with a sheepish smile. "But there's other ways I can light up the sky," Tempest replied, listening to Trixie's final statements. "And remember! There's more to life than meets the eye!" Trixie exclaimed, with cheering erupting afterwards. Electricity sparked from Tempest's horn before a burst of magic left into the night sky with a whistle. A spherical explosion of vibrant blue boomed in the purple vignette starry night, while a line of magic shot away from its center before exploding again in a different color. Tempest noticed both Starlight and Sunburst looking up in awe, making her smile. Tempest raised her hoof to the castle door, knocking a few times. Both her and Starlight listened for any rustling or signs of somebody approaching. A pitter patter approached before the door opened, revealing a small purple scaled dragon. "Oh, you're back. How was the show?" "We didn't really watch it," Starlight admitted, passing Spike, entering the castle. "I mean I've helped run it multiple times and I've helped write some of the lines so..." "Fair," Spike said, shutting the door behind Tempest. "Where's Twilight?" Starlight asked, beating Tempest to the question. "Last I checked she was still in the library." "Of course she is," Starlight replied, wondering why she didn't assume that. "Well, I'm gonna hit the hay. See you guys tomorrow. Hope you feel better, Tempest," she said, departing down the hall, out of sight. "Twilight told me to take you to a guest room. So follow me!" Spike said, waving Tempest over. She obliged, limping behind him. "I heard you got lost," Spike said, waddling down the hall ahead of her. "Sorry I couldn't help you before. I sort of was in a rush." "It's alright," Tempest replied, trying to take in her surroundings in hopes of finding the exit again if need be. It proved futile. Her thoughts traveled to why he was in a rush and how she recalled it was to see the white unicorn. She had already forgotten her name. "Hey, um," she paused for a second, realizing she didn't know the dragon's name either. "Oh, right," Spike said, realizing her dilemma. "Name's Spike." She noted it to herself to remember. "Do you know where that one unicorn mare lives?" "Rarity? The most amazing fashionista in all of Equestria?"  "Yeah?" "Of course I know where she lives. That sounds weird," Spike noted, putting a claw to his chin. "But did you wanna see her?" He asked, getting back to the point. "Yeah." "I'm pretty sure she's still in Ponyville. I can take you there tomorrow." "That'd be helpful," Tempest replied. Turning down a hall, they continued for a bit more, until Spike stopped at a seemingly random door. "This is it. If you need me I'm five doors down the hall. Or just call for me. I hope you feel better soon," he said. "Thanks," she replied. He waved before waddling down the hall. She limped forward and pushed against the lime green double doors, revealing a room with a neat bed at the end. Entering she took in its interior further, noticing the walls were a cold blue and the floor being a grey blue. The bed itself had cerulean sheets, a simple nightstand with a lamp next to it, and a window to the right of it with cerulean curtains which were drawn, giving a peek of the night outside. She limped to the bedside, pulling the scarf off her neck and setting it on the nightstand. She pulled the poncho over her head, ruffling her mohawk a bit before she placed it on the nightstand as well. All that was left was her spandex suit that she used to wear under her armor.  Pulling the blanket up, she crawled into bed, attempting to get comfortable. Despite the bed itself being comfortable compared to most, she couldn't relax, leading her to stare at the crystal ceiling. She considered it could've been simply aftershocks that still lingered from the events of the day. Or her mind still trying to understand what the mirror showed her, or an undertow of anxiety about being alive despite her fall. Or the homesickness she'd felt most of her life. She turned to her side, blankly staring at the wall. But with time, she forced her eyes shut, waiting for the calmness to wash over before gently falling asleep. The double lime doors opened. Tempest peeked her head into the corridor. There was distant chatter that sounded like multiple ponies talking. Taking a glance at the room behind her, she looked back out down the hallway. She shut the door behind her, venturing forth, limping down the corridor attempting to follow the source of the voices. She hoped the circular nature of the hallways didn't obfuscate her attempt at triangulating their location.  The voices got louder and more definitive, with one pony having a more raspy somewhat feminine voice, another having what sounded like an accent but still had an element of femininity, and one which sounded borderline shrill and definitely feminine. It wasn't long before she stumbled upon a pair of large lime double doors that practically tripled her height that appeared to be where the voices came from. She lifted her hoof before knocking, causing the voices to hush. Within a few seconds, the door opened, revealing a flying cyan pegasus with cerise eyes and a semi unkempt rainbow mane. "Oh, hi, Tempest," she greeted, opening the door further to allow her to enter.  She did, taking in the spacious and tall room. She immediately noticed the large circular crystalline slab in the center of the room with some sort of magical projection over its surface. Then she noticed the thrones surrounding it, with an orange farm pony with emerald eyes and a blonde mane wearing a brown stetson in one, and a pink pony with light cerulean eyes and a brilliant rose cotton candy mane that arched forward in another. "Hiya, Tempest!" The pink pony exclaimed, standing in her seat waving enthusiastically. Tempest gave a brittle smile. "Forgive me, but it's been a while and I've forgotten your names." "What!" The cyan pegasus exclaimed. "How could you have forgotten our names! Especially mine!" "She said it's been a while," the farm pony replied with a southern accent, "cut her some slack, Rainbow. Name's Applejack, over there is Pinkie," she said, gesturing to the pink pony. "Pie!" Pinkie finished. "-and behind ya is Rainbow Dash," she motioned behind her. "The one and only," Rainbow added. The names sounded familiar to Tempest, and she made sure to find a space to engrain them in her mind. She limped forward, just before the slab, which upon closer examination appeared to be a magical overhead view of Equestria. "How are you feeling, Tempest?" Pinkie asked, causing Tempest's eyes to widen before looking next to her to see she had somehow appeared beside her. The question sounded warm and laced with concern and she could see it in her eyes. "I'm okay," she replied, without thinking. "We heard about what happened at the Crystal Empire," Pinkie informed. "Yeah, we heard that you kicked King Sombra's butt," Rainbow affirmed. "It was more of the opposite," Tempest admitted. "Well, it was mighty brave doin' what you did," Applejack praised. "I didn't really do it because I would be a hero," Tempest replied. "Then why did you?" Rainbow asked, flying idly upright with her forelegs crossed. Tempest's mind recalled the mountain and the dream she had about the evil shadow and the bigger entity that she heard beyond it. Who happened to be King Sombra. "I don't know exactly. To stop the evil and…" She was at a loss for words. She knew the feelings but the explanation eluded her. Perhaps she simply projected the Storm King onto him. There was the obvious element of stopping him from hurting anyone and taking over but it almost felt like in a way, her fight with King Sombra was more personal and on a deeper level. But she didn't know why. "To be a hero?" Rainbow finished. "I don't think being a hero means you fight someone out of anger or hatred," Tempest replied. "Anger is an emotion we all feel, sugar cube. I'm sure Twilight would have a good reason or analogy for it but what I do know is it can get dangerous and should be kept in check. But I'm glad you're being honest." "You should come to the cider festival, Tempest!" Pinkie exclaimed. "We were just talking about it and you deserve the down time and I'd absolutely super duper love to get your opinion on the food I've baked! There'll be cinnamon rolls," she alluded using her hoof to block the side of her voice while her brows bounced. "Maybe?" Tempest replied. "Oh, come on! It'll be great! I'd love to hang! We could even find a place where nopony is." "I'm actually going to be heading over to Rarity's soon," Tempest responded. "Wait," Rainbow said, "before you go, I wanna have a push up face off!" She said, flexing her foreleg. Echoes of what the doctor told her appeared in her mind. But seeing Rainbow's face and searching within herself, she felt compelled to oblige. "Is there a trashcan somewhere?" Tempest asked. "Here," Pinkie said, a couple feet away seemingly holding a basket. Tempest approached and unwrapped the bloodstained bandage off her head, throwing it in the trash. Not feeling anything warm traveling down her head, she considered it fine and approached Rainbow. She pulled her scarf off and dropped it to the floor along with her poncho, leaving on only her black spandex suit. She kneeled down with some effort and got into position. Ecstatic, Rainbow swooped down in front of her with a look of determination. Tempest reciprocated her look but with more subtleness and calmness. Applejack approached from the corner of their vision. "Alright, I'll be the judge to make sure no funny business happens here," Applejack said, giving Rainbow a knowing look. "Don't strain yourself too much, Tempest," Pinkie warned kindly. "Are we doing each push up at the same time or just counting who does the most?" Tempest asked. "Same time," Applejack confirmed. "Hey! I didn't agree to that!" Rainbow exclaimed indignantly. "It's only fair we do it like we did before," Applejack asserted. Rainbow growled but maintained form. "I wanna see clean push ups ya here? On your mark, get set, go!" Tempest let her chest fall with control just above the ground before pushing back up with ease. "One!" Applejack called. And again. "Two! And again. "Three!" With time, she found the weight on her growing, causing her to strain further, but her face remained intent and displayed little signs of struggle. Eventually her forelegs began to shake ever so slightly. Rainbow kept her visage of determination and appeared similar in her struggle, with a slight wobble in her push. Sweat began to form at the top of Tempest's head, as her forelegs began to shake and the strong burn she learned to withstand appeared.  "One hundred and one!" "C'mon, Dashie!" Pinkie cheered. Rainbow had begun to grit her teeth as she put all her effort into maintaining her strength and integrity. Tempest had begun to wince as flares of pain were enough to crack her composed visage every few push ups. The pause between each number increased. "One hundred and five! ...One hundred and six!" The pain was immense but she steeled her will and continued her fight against gravity. "One hundred and seven! ...One hundred eight!" Rainbow's face was scrunched, her eyes squeezed shut as she wobbled. She collapsed. Laying on the cold crystal floor, her breath somewhat labored as her eyes squinted open. "One hundred nine! ...One hundred ten! ...One hundred eleven!" Her eyes snapped open. Tempest shook, her face contorted, sounds of strain barely audible, as her eyes were squeezed shut. With all her might, she pushed up one last time. Her forelegs reaching full extension she abruptly collapsed. "One hundred twelve!" Tempest took the time to catch her breath before looking at Rainbow who had a sour expression with her eyes averted elsewhere. Pinkie darted to Rainbow's side, wrapping a foreleg over her. "You did great, Dashie!" "I would've won if we did wing ups," Rainbow replied. "I'm proud of ya, Rainbow," Applejack said. Tempest shakily got to her hooves before standing above Rainbow, extending a hoof forward. Rainbow accepted it, and pulled up to her hooves, she flapped her wings, allowing her to hover above the ground. "Maybe that wasn't the best idea," Tempest noted, now finding walking to be more difficult, especially with a limp. She put on her poncho and wrapped her scarf around her neck. "You have a while to recover," Applejack noted. Tempest limped back toward the table, scanning it again. "What're ya lookin' for?" Applejack asked. "I just wanted to see if I could find my old village," Tempest replied. "Have you been back there?" Applejack asked. "I've thought about going back," Tempest answered. "What's stopping you? You should go back. I'm sure you've got family or friends that'd be happy to see you again," Applejack replied, with sincerity. "There you are Tempest." Spike stood at the double doors holding one side open. "Did I miss something?" Spike asked with a raised brow. "Spike, could you do us a big favor and get some water?" Pinkie asked. "Uh, sure," he said, leaving. "The Running of Leaves is soon, Rainbow," Applejack said. "You gonna be there?" "Of course I will!" Rainbow exclaimed. "You're not gonna have to ask for the day off?" Applejack asked. "I'm sure Spitfire will let me," she dismissed casually. "I am the Element of Loyalty after all," she said, hovering down and sitting on her throne. "Where do you work?" Tempest asked. "I'm a Wonderbolt." Tempest raised a brow. "Oh, come on! Do you not know who the Wonderbolts are either?" Rainbow asked. Tempest didn't reply and maintained her raised brow. Rainbow growled. "Oh, forget it." "Here's your water," Spike said, waddling forward with a tray of a few mugs. "Didn't know how many you wanted," he said, holding it out for Tempest. Tempest grabbed one, and watched as Spike walked in front of the others, letting them grab their own. She tilted her head before bringing the mug to her lips, downing it all in one go. Tempest gestured to Spike with the mug, placing it on the tray. "Do you need more?" He asked. "No thanks. Could you take me to Rarity's?" "Oh, yeah!" Spike said, his eyes lighting up upon remembering. "Do you wanna go now?" "Yeah?" Tempest replied, confused why he asked after what she'd said. Spike looked around before handing the tray to Pinkie, who took it. "Okay, cool. Let's go!" He exclaimed, waving for her to follow. "See you later, Tempest!" Pinkie called. Turning, Tempest waved her goodbyes, with a semi forced smile, before exiting through the double doors. She followed Spike down the corridors until they reached the giant double door exit. They left the castle, beginning down the path toward the town, the sun near it's highest point in the sky. It wasn't long before they entered the town and eventually arrived at Rarity's boutique. Spike knocked. "Be with you shortly!" A voice called. A few moments later the door opened, revealing a familiar white unicorn with a curled indigo mane and azure eyes. "Tempest, darling! It's so good to see you-" her eyes snapped down to Tempest's chest. "Sweet Celestia! They look like they're hanging on by a thread! Come in, darling," she said, opening the door wider for her to enter. "Let's get this sorted." Tempest passed Rarity and entered the building, Spike following after. Tempest took in her surroundings, seeing many pinks and shades of purple with various curtains and mirrors everywhere. The room was circular and appeared lavish but had a few elements of ruralness. There were a few mannequins, most having some sort of outfit or a half outfit on. What caught her eye the most was the yellow circular slab with three mirrors angled behind it. To its left were tan saloon doors with flowers and a heart leading to a dark room. "Follow me, darling," Rarity said. "We'll head up to my room and get right to work." She sauntered ahead before beginning up the stairs, with Tempest following shortly behind. At the top, she took in her room, which also was circular with white and pink checker pillars surrounding its circumference. At the end there was a large window, another small window with a simplistic purple ivory embroidery extending from both sides at the top to the left, a wardrobe and dresser to its left, and a desk with a sewing machine and rolls of various fabrics to the right of the large window with another small window above it. On the left side of the room there also was a crimson blanket bed that had a royal appearance with its own dark pink curtain. And laying on its side on the bed, there was a fluffy white cat, which had a purple collar with a flower insignia at its center, and a long tuft of hair coming off its head with a purple bow tying it off. Rarity's horn lit with an azure glow before a pair of crimson glasses floated onto her muzzle. "Alright then. Oh, Spike," Rarity started, turning around, "could you be the best dragon assistant ever and get me my measuring tape that I left downstairs," she asked, her eyes lidded. Spike immediately pivoted and bolted away down the stairs. Rarity searched her desk, examining various thread rolls. Spike soon came up, extending the measuring tape forward, with excitement in his eyes.  Rarity took it in her magic aura, letting it fall around her neck, "Thank you so much, Spike." Tempest saw Spike's expression form into a lackadaisical smile. Looking at Rarity, she realized he was giving her the goo-goo eyes. She internally mused with a 'hm' out of its oddness. She figured it was simply lust out of her appearance, especially considering she wasn't facing him, but the differing species and age gap- or what she assumed was an age gap- threw her for a loop. Perhaps it was love? Probably not. "Actually, Spike, do you mind giving Tempest and I some alone time?" Spike shook his head breaking from his trance. "Uh, yeah. Are you sure you don't need any help?" "You help me all the time, Spikey," Rarity gently reminded, "I'm sure I'll be fine today." "Ok," Spike droned, defeated, his hands practically swaying as he turned and headed down the stairs. The audible sound of a bell jingle and a door shut signified his exit. "Could you take off your clothes for me?" Rarity asked. Tempest's eyes widened and ears folded as a blush threatened to appear. But she immediately rationalized the reason and calmed herself realizing she still had her spandex anyway. She gingerly pulled the scarf off and took off her poncho, picking them up before offering them forward. Rarity turned with a carefree smile holding them in her aura before she noticed her spandex. "Oh, I didn't know you still wore that. It appears they're ripped as well." "Actually, I'd like to continue wearing it," Tempest shyly replied. Rarity appeared perplexed but seemed to not pay it too much mind as she turned and placed the clothes on the desk. A few minutes passed as Rarity seemed to be examining the cloth while holding various thread rolls, leaving Tempest to stand awkwardly in the center of the room. "May I get some measurements?" Rarity asked, turning and beginning toward Tempest, magically floating the measuring tape. "Sure," Tempest replied, raising a brow, wondering why she would need it but figuring she knew nothing about the craft. "How are you, darling?" She asked, taking one end of the tape, putting it to the bottom of her chest, and taking the other end and putting it to where her jaw began. "I'm alright," Tempest replied. "Are you sure? I heard from Twilight about what happened. Surely you must be a little shaken?" She asked, measuring across her chest. "I'm actually a little better after it all. A little more appreciative too in a way." "But?" "... I guess I was shown that I'm not as strong as I thought I was, even after everything that's happened. And that I'm still not the greatest pony." "There's many forms of strength, darling. I think the fact you made it this far and you're here is impressive. And that you also want to be a better pony. To put it simply, it's admirable to be as indestructible as a diamond. But you must be soft sometimes too. Otherwise the pressure can make you crack. Or worse. And I don't want that. You understand what I'm trying to say, right, darling?" Tempest didn't respond as she mulled over her assessment. Was she already cracked? Broken. It felt like she shattered long ago. And was left with a mark to show it. "But I presume you have deeply nestled pains or conflicts despite your fortitude. So I imagine it's difficult," she noted. Tempest's eyes traveled to the right of the room, her eyes meeting her own in the mirror. "So, you're not really into fashion or beauty?" Rarity asked, stirring Tempest from her rumination and memories. "I'm not into fancy clothing," she replied. "Fashion isn't just that. While yes it can be used for deception and more.. insidious means, fashion is an art and can display beauty. And I believe you undervalue beauty. It can represent or show something beyond and be.. well, divine. It can be fierce. And in a way, intimidate, like you," she noted, with a big smile, taking the measuring tape away from her "This sounds like you're deceiving me," Tempest replied, half in jest. "I'm not, darling! You have beauty. And I think you should embrace the scar," Rarity noted with a smile, her voice low and her eyes locking with Tempest's. Tempest saw genuineness. She let her gaze fall to the floor as Rarity continued taking measurements behind her. "But remember, it's what's on the inside that matters most," she asserted. Eventually, Rarity sauntered past Tempest with the tape resting over her neck. She took a seat and magically floated a quill, and it's ink cup and a piece of paper over, writing things down. Pushing the paper away, she magically lifted the scarf, thread roll, and needle.  "This may take an hour or two," Rarity informed. "But I heard there's a small festival going on if you'd like to keep yourself occupied. Afterwards you can come back and I'll give you your clothes." Tempest contemplated whether she should go, but making up her mind, she turned and with some effort, limped down the stairs. Hearing the bell of the boutique ring, Rarity smiled, levitating a sheet of paper in front of her that had a mare outline on it. She levitated her quill, beginning to mull over ideas for a design of something new as she began threading. Tempest wandered Ponyville, searching for the aforementioned festival. She figured to listen for any commotion but she couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary. So instead, she decided to search for the town's center and work from there. "Hey, Tempest!" Looking up into the afternoon sky, she saw a familiar cyan pegasus with a rainbow mane.  Rainbow Dash dived down, floating in front of her. "Are you done hangin' with Rarity?" "She's working on my clothes." "So that's where they went," Rainbow noted. "Well, if you want, I can take you to the festival after we go get Fluttershy." "Sure." "Cool. Follow me!" She exclaimed flying ahead. Tempest followed after at a steady gait. It wasn't long before they left the town, and began on a path on the outskirts. Sure enough she could see a small house with a grassy roof up a small hill. Deviating from the path, she walked on the small bridge over a stream, noticing the few small trees with many bird houses, before stopping in front of the salmon colored door with Rainbow.  Rainbow knocked a few times.  It wasn't long before the door opened a crack.  "Oh, hi, Rainbow," a soft voice greeted, beginning to fully open the door. The door opened fully to reveal a butter colored pegasus with a long flowing pink mane and cyan eyes. But her face faltered for a second when her eyes met Tempests.  "Oh, and Tempest too," she corrected, avoiding eye contact.  "Hey, Flutters. So we-" "Oh, Angel! Don't do that!" Fluttershy called, her voice still not very loud or bold as she turned away. Rainbow groaned before flying into the house. Tempest gingerly followed. The house had a lot of lime greens and wood material.  Fluttershy flew over to a small white rabbit named Angel who appeared to be attempting to climb up a countertop for something. Tempest recognized the rabbit as the same one Discord showed a few days ago. She scooped him up into her arms. "It's not time yet," Fluttershy told the rabbit. The rabbit appeared indignant with its arms crossed. "What is this?" Rainbow asked.  She was hovering above a wooden pendulum sitting on a counter between a chair and a couch. The pendulum was familiar to her, with its golden leg with vine embroidery and a butterfly at its end, and a silver double jointed leg with a smokey unstable purple ball at its end. "Oh, Discord gave that to me," she replied. "What is it?" Rainbow asked again. "Honestly, I don't really know. I think it's some sort of pendulum." "Weird." "I like it. Even if I don't exactly know what it is," Fluttershy said sheepishly. Rainbow grimaced, "anyway," she drawled. "We were wondering if you wanted to go to the festival." "Um, I don't know," Fluttershy trailed off, putting Angel down. "C'mon! You gotta get out every once in a while. And how else are you gonna get more assertive," Rainbow replied. "Me, Applejack, and Pinkie are gonna be there. Tempest too," she added, upon noticing her. "But it'd be awesome if you came. You don't even have to be there for very long." "I guess I'll go." Angel appeared not amused with the answer. "Sweet!" Rainbow exclaimed, pumping a hoof. "Let's go!" She waved with her hoof.  Tempest followed Rainbow, leaving the cottage she just entered, with Fluttershy following shortly behind. They walked, limped, and flew in silence. Entering the town, they eventually ended up toward the open center, which had various tables with balloons set up in front of the town hall. The tables closest to the building had a myriad of foods and desserts, and some ponies were still placing more while the rest were examining the food or dishing up. "Come on, Fluttershy, let's get some cider!" Rainbow exclaimed, getting behind her and pushing her forward. Despite her pause, Tempest limped forward toward the plate table. She held a paper plate in her hoof and began down the line, examining the options available. Most of it was sugary sweets, which she wasn't too keen on consuming. "Hey, can you move!" A stallion scolded. Looking over, Tempest noticed a stallion glaring at a grey pegasus mare with a blonde mane and golden skewed eyes. "Oops," the pegasus said, noticing some of the ponies food was on the dirt. "Sorry," she said giving a nervous laugh rubbing the back of her head. "Seriously, go to the back of the line or something," he chided. "Is there a problem?" The stallion look over to see Tempest with a callaced expression, her cyan eyes piercing into him, daring him to say something rash. He quickly averted his gaze. "S-sorry, I just got frustrated," he stuttered. "I'm not one who needs an apology," Tempest replied. He turned to the mare, "Sorry." The stallion passed her, allowing Tempest's gaze to soften a bit. "Hey, aren't you the pony that tried to take over Canterlot?" Tempest winced. "Yes. Sorry I trapped you in stone." "It's okay. You seem like a way better pony now." Tempest quirked a brow. "How do you know?" "I can feel it." Tempest was stunned. "Anyway, the names Muffins but my friends call me Derpy." "Tempest," she replied. "Hi, Tempest. Well, I hope to see you around," she said waving, walking away. "You too," Tempest said under her breath. Tempest limped to the back of line. She picked up a bagel, an apple, and some fries before she attempted to find a seat. Many of the tables were full or had a group of ponies, except a few empty tables at the corners of the group. She made her way to one, figuring it was secluded and isolated enough to not be bothered. She took a seat, noticing many ponies happily dining. She took a bite of the bagel. A plate and mug was placed in front of her, drawing her attention. "Not very many sweets, huh?" Rainbow said, noting her plate. "Gotta stay in shape." Tempest nodded. Fluttershy placed her plate and mug next to Rainbows, which had only a single apple compared to Rainbows which had a variety of healthy items. "Wait," Rainbow began. "You didn't get cider!?" She exclaimed. Tempest noticed she indeed didn't have a mug. Rainbow flew away, before coming back in a few seconds, holding a foaming mug out to her with a big smile. "You've gotta try it!" Tempest extended a hoof, snaking it through the hole before bringing it below her muzzle. Tipping the mug, she brought it to her lips, taking a drink. The fizzy fluid sparkled in her mouth a bit and immediately presented itself as a strong but not unpleasant apple flavor. The residual taste was almost creamy and had a pleasant sweetness that didn't beg for more and instead was content with itself. Bringing the mug down, she noticed Fluttershy giggle and avert her eyes, hiding her face with her mane. Tempest figured she must've had a pseudo form of facial hair from the cider. Smiling ever so slightly, she wiped her muzzle. "How was it?" Applejack asked, now taking a seat beside her. "It was good," she replied. Rainbow slammed the mug down, foam on her lips. "Good? This stuff is amazingly awesome!" "I'm always glad to hear it," Applejack replied. "And don't go drinkin' a lot, Rainbow. Ya hear? There's not that much until cider season." "Can't make any promises," Rainbow replied. Applejack rolled her eyes. "Hi! Sorry I'm late!" Pinkie was approaching while balancing a plate that was piled with sweets that went so high, a single breeze would knock it all over. She sat next to Tempest, the pyramid wobbling. Pinkie looked at everyone around the table, giving a borderline seductive grin as she bounced her brows, "I got the stuff." Everyone raised a brow. She pulled something from her stack of sweets like a jenga tower before presenting it. In her hoof was a cinnamon roll. "You gotta try it, Tempest." Tempest lifted her hoof, allowing Pinkie to slide it on. Past the transparent glaze, it had the signature spiral, but it's shape and quality made it extremely presentable. She could faintly smell the spicy cinnamon aroma, almost making her mouth water. She took a bite. The flavor was immediate and warm but not overpowering. She hadn't had many sweets in her lifetime, but it tasted like it was made with effort. "Huh? Huh?" Pinkie coaxed, ecstatic to hear the results knowing it was probably amazing. "It's really good," Tempest replied. "Aw, thank you!" Pinkie exclaimed, wrapping her forelegs around Tempest, giving her a quick hug Tempest's eyes widened for a second before she let go. She cleared her throat, regaining her composure, "you made it?" "Yep! I helped make all the baked goods over there. It's what I do," she said casually shrugging. She then somehow shoved a large portion of said baked goods from her plate into her mouth, the tower still miraculously standing. "Come to think of it," Applejack began, "I forgot to ask what work you might be lookin' for, Tempest." "I'm not sure," Tempest replied. "What's your Cutie Mark?" Tempest frowned. "It's nothing special." Applejack averted her eyes but quickly spoke up, "Well, I, uh, I'm sure you'll find somethin'," she said with a rictus smile while punching her hoof to the side for emphasis. "I'm gonna get more cider," Rainbow said, flying away. At the mention of cider, Tempest took a drink from her mug. "So how was the trip with others?" Fluttershy asked. "It didn't go very well at first. But I'd say we grew pretty close by the end of it." "Was Discord being really mean?" She asked. "Not exactly. He did talk about you though," Tempest informed. "Really?" "Of course he did, Fluttershy!" Pinkie exclaimed. "You're like the only pony he really cares about! Like really-really cares about!" "I'm sure he cares about all of us," Fluttershy denied. "Doubt it," Applejack deadpanned. "Alright, I'm back," Rainbow said, holding a full mug. "What are we talking about?" "Discord," Pinkie informed. "Unfortunately," Applejack sighed. Rainbow groaned. "Do you all hate him?" Tempest asked. "Yep," Rainbow replied. "I prefer dislike," Applejack replied. "He can be fun sometimes," Pinkie replied. "I like him," Fluttershy said. "We know," Rainbow and Applejack replied in unison. Tempest found the responses interesting. "Why did you set him free?" "We didn't," Rainbow informed, "Princess Celestia had us free him to reform him or whatever." Tempest found it odd. But she considered the Princesses did forgive her despite all she did. Why? She still didn't know. They all continued to eat and drink while Tempest mostly kept to herself. But eventually, she figured it was time to go retrieve her clothes. "Well, I guess it's time for me to go," Tempest said, standing up. "Take it easy now," Applejack replied. "Was fun hangin' out," Rainbow replied. "Bye," Fluttershy said. She left the table and began down the road when a voice called out. "Wait!" Looking over her flank, she saw Pinkie chasing after her before stopping a comfortable distance away. "I hope we didn't make you feel uncomfortable. Or lonely," Pinkie said. "Sometimes it can feel even more lonely being around certain ponies than being alone." Tempest chuckled. "You didn't, Pinkie." Pinkie smiled. Tempest continued forward. It wasn't long before she found the boutique again, to which she knocked at the front door. The door opened to Rarity who smiled. "Tempest! Darling! Come in," she said, opening the door wider for her to enter. Tempest entered, with Rarity shutting the door behind her before trotting ahead. Her horn lit with an azure aura, a black poncho and a scarf levitating forward.  Falling on her foreleg, they appeared borderline brand new, with no evidence or any damage remaining. Tempest put the poncho on and wrapped her scarf around her neck. "Thanks. I'll pay you back as soon as I can." "Oh, psh," Rarity waved dismissively. "You don't have to pay. Consider it a gift." Tempest figured she could find a way to pay her secretly. "But if insist on paying me you could stop by Sunday." "For what?" "Oh, just to help organize the boutique," Rarity said dismissively. "I'll be there," Tempest affirmed, turning to leave. "Excellent. Take care, darling!" Rarity waved. With Tempest's departure once more, Rarity finally decided to get to work on her new design. "Hey! You're back," Spike greeted, opening the castle door. Tempest entered inside. "How'd it go? The clothes look amazing," Spike complimented. "It was good." "Great! Oh, Twilight also wanted to talk with you," Spike remembered. Tempest's mind halted. She began to wonder what it was for.  "Do you know what for?" "She didn't say," he replied. Tempest followed Spike until he took her to a pair of lime double doors. "She should be in there," Spike said. Tempest pushing through, entering into the library. Twilight was at her usual table, with a city of books and piles of scrolls. Her mane appeared a little disheveled and she had slight bags under her eyes. "Hi, Tempest!" She greeted with a wide smile despite her tiredness. "If you're asking me about living arrangements, I plan to leave as soon as I can," Tempest informed. "It's not about that, and you can stay as long as you want," Twilight replied. She sighed. "So, the princesses and I have been talking, and with their help, I've managed to create your reward." Tempest raised a brow. Twilight opted to grab the item with her hoof, before holding it close to her chest. Sauntering toward Tempest, she waited until she was just in front of her to reveal it. In her hoof, there was a small cyan crystal that was cone shaped, and at its base were three bronze metal pieces with silver etching holding the crystal that spiraled down widening in circumference. Tempest's eyes widened. "I was thinking I could maybe give you what you really wanted. If it is what you desire." Tempest's gaze met Twilight's. She saw compassion and genuineness in her eyes. Memories manifested. Tempest smiled.