The colt stood by the sleeping foal who was still shivering, even though she was taken out of the cold half an hour ago. He sighed and joined his sister, Golden Chakra. She sat, hovering in mid-air, her horn glowing from concentration. He sat beside his sister, only he was sitting on the padded floor, looking around the room, which was dimly-lit by candles that he set out for his sister when she meditated. Hs sister had a golden coat just like his, only her mane was a different color. Instead of her mane being black, like his, hers was a combination of gold and red. It glistened in the light of the candles. He looked at his sister, who was sitting seemingly on the air, her eyes closed. He smiled. His sister was truly beautiful.
After a few minutes, the floating mare floated back to the floor, and she sighed. She opened her glistening violet-purple eyes and looked at the sleeping filly.
"Dinky, yes?" She asked in her soft, calm voice. The young colt nodded and looked from his sister to the foal, who was quivering slightly. He couldn't tell if she was having a bad dream or shivering, but either way he started bringing his hoof to her mane to stroke it, meaning to calm her. Golden Chakra placed her hoof on top of his. He looked up at her, and saw her shake her head ever so slightly. He sighed.
"Why did you do it?" She asked, he voice not sounded the least bit sarcastic. He liked that. His father always used sarcasm with him and his sister, and never seemed interested in what they had to say. Golden Chakra nudged her younger brother with her muzzle,her horn slightly touching his own, creating a spark from her recent magic use. Valiant Literature sighed and turned his small body to face his older sister's grown body. He felt puny compared to her.
"I did it because I thought she looked...." Valiant Literature looked at Dinky, and felt a chill run down his spine. "She looked lost. Like she had lost all hope. She seemed like she was okay with being on death-road. I didn't want to say goodbye. Not yet." His sister looked at him funny, raising one of her eye brows up high and the other one down low. Valiant corrected himself. "Not EVER." He said. He saw his sister's face crack and they both burst into quiet giggles. His sister was so cute when she laughed, even though she hardly did it. They both sighed and turned back to the sleeping foal, and Golden Chakra adjusted herself so she was sitting on the knees of her legs, her front legs resting on the thighs.
Valiant Literature looked at her, and thought about how he found Dinky. He remembered trotting through Pnyville because he had trouble sleeping, and the blizzard completely caught him by surprise. He galloped harder and harder, finding it more and more difficult to see. He finally saw the street lamp that pointed down the road to his home, when he saw a grey body laying in the snow bank on the side of the road. He trotted over quickly to check it out, and saw it was Dinky!he touched his hoof to her face, finding it to be ice-cold. "She's been out here for hours!" He thought to himself. "How is she still living?!" He used his magic to levitate her body on his back, and used the strongest magic he knew to teleport himself to his house, where he fell from the immense weight of the sleeping filly.
Valiant Literature cowered at the memory. He was so frightened that he lost his first-love, and now she won't wake up. He had fallen asleep from the effort it took to teleport to home from such a long distance, and when he awoke, his sister was meditating, using her magic to reach into the filly's subconscious and find out who she was. And Valiant was sure that she found out a little more. At least, he hoped she did.
"Why... Why was she out there?" Valiant Literature asked, shaking as he spoke the words slowly and carefully. Golden Chakra turned to her brother, who was cowering at what was clearly a bad memory. His pupils were the size of pins and she felt herself getting stressed. She carefully colored her eyes ad felt herself lifting slightly, meditating to find out about the filly while listening to her brother's words. This took a great amount of effort.
"Why would she leave the safety of her mother's home? She was safe, she was happy, why? Why would she think to run away?" Golden Chakra listened to her brother, and knew he w referring to when their father was here, before he left. Before... Before he died.
Golden Chakra gasped and fell to the floor. She held her head in her hooves, as she processed the memories of the young filly. She turned to her brother slowly, shaking and cowering.
"Lit.... She..." She stuttered on the words, her mane standing on it's ends. "She has no mother. Her mother was taken away." She spoke the words, her voice quivering. Her head hurt terribly, as she visioned the foal's memories. She saw everything. The near-death experience, the guards, even the fight between her and a lavender-coated mare with a horn. She saw everything the filly saw, and she disliked it. She never wanted to see things like that again, but here she was, experiencing it. She hardly noticed her brother's reaction, and he was looking at his sister worriedly.
"Chakra! Calm down! It's over! He's gone!" He said, his voice reaching a volume he didn't mean it to reach. He put a hoof around his sister's shoulders, and she flinched at first and relaxed. Her breathing slowed down.
"I'm sorry, Lit. I didn't want you to see that..." She said, lowering her ears in embarrassment. She took a breath an let it out slowly, looking at the foal who had stopped quivering and was sleeping peacefully. "It's just... Her memories. They reminded me so much of when our father was still here. When he..." Chakra was unable to speak the words. They made her relive the moment.
"When he beat us." Valiant said gravely, completing her sentence for her. Chakra nodded and smoothed her mane with her hoof tiredly.
"He always acted so kind.... He was happy, mom was happy, heck, even WE were happy!" She chuckled, but it quickly faded. "And then he started drinking. All the daisy wine... It practically became a smell that came with the house. There was no hiding... The yelling, the thrashing, and the banging. But the screaming... There was no escaping. I thought it would never end. I tried to cover you ears, but I knew you could hear it. You and I would quiver in our room, trying hard to get it out. Trying to keep it out, but If we ever interfered..." Valiant looked at the tear rolling down his sister's cheek. He didn't remember his father or mother at all. He was too young. Chakra turned and looked at her brother. "But that's beside the point. We need to make sure she gets where she needs to be. When she wakes up..." Chakra looked at her brother sternly and he nodded.
"When she wakes up, we take her home." Valiant Literature said understandingly.