Hearth Warming Lights
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A little alabaster foal sat by his window in his quaint Ponyville Home. Sitting, waiting, waiting for his wish to come true.
Waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting, unaware of the hysterical problem, downstairs...
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You see, Little Spark, the little foal mention above, had a simple wish, for the snow to fall this Hearts Warming Day. But, the insomniac little foal, waiting the hours away, was unaware of any noise downstairs.
You see, his father Strong Heart, a retired Ponywille guard, has taken hand in hand with a devious fate...
Alcohol.
He wishes to drown out the sorrows, the aches and pains, just everything, and to him, it felt good. But Alcohol is the friend with two faces. It'll look you in the eye, shake your hand, and stab you in the back all at the same time. And currently, while the foal is waiting, Its showing its second face right now.
He often goes in fits in his drunken State, and you don't want to be the poor soul to be near him when he does have a fit. If things go wrong that is. As long as the carpets aren't feld up, trying to trip him. No loud noises coming from Sparks room. And most of all, his wive was obedient. I know what you're thinking, it's not. Not in any way or any relation of any explicit form. I mean of doing what he says.
But tonight it was different. Tonight was a cold night in Ponyville, but not wet enough for poor old Spark. He was snuggled up against his bride, all warm and comfortable, when he felt her presence move. Now cold, hungover, from one too many, and being deprived of his pleasant dream that won't return, he went off to confront the problem.
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"Whath teh hel ar you doin' don ere? I need warn copany." Said the half drunken, other half hungover stallion.
"It was getting too stuffy in the room, I stepped out to get some-"
SMACK
The first time in their fourteen years of marriage, he hit her. He never, ever, hit her. Their marriage was smooth sailing, but now the mood all changed.
Daisy Pedal, the unlucky end of the blow, huffed, and puffed, and walked right out the door, fuming.
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The poor little foal paid no heed of the deeds just done, and didn't even notice the beaten mare walking down the snow lacking pathway.
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The mare just walked down the street cursing her once was husbands name. In all the years she knew him, and alcohol has always gotten in the way. This time it took a whole new turn. She still couldn't believe it. Alcohol has turned the once honorable Guard into a husk of his former self, only to become a cruel and bipolar monster during these times. Other times he was pleasant to be around, but those moments are now in the distant past, and not in the future. So, she just followed the road until she could reach the train station. Then a thought hit her.
"What about Spark" She asked herself. The thought made her stop in her tracks, only to hear drunken footsteps nearing. She hid behind a Snow Stallion and watched as the last pony she wanted to see pass by.
As soon as he passed Daisy ran for the house she had lived in for the past few years.
After a few hoofsteps, she realized, she needed a ticket without an expiration date for Spark, and she knew just the mare who has the opportunity to get one.
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After an hour or so of downing one shot after another of Applejack Daniels, Strong Heart decided to go out in the bitter cold and take a little stroll. He mainly walked and walked and walked, following the lights of the Hearth Warming Lights as a light source and a way point tracer. He walked and walked until he hit Town Square.
The sight of the enormous tree left his mouth agape, only to have the opening of a flask to meet his lips. Then, in his drunken mood, he sang out of tune. Of how he always loved a man named "Tombstone," and how he loved a Mare of a Daisy name.
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The little foal of an alabaster coat her a small little tune indicating midnight. Defeated, the little colt walked up to his hay filled bed and started to mumble to a song.
Only yo stop on the verse.
"Oh you're still waiting for the snow to fall. It doesn't even feel like Christmas at all."
The little foal awoke the next morning to find that both of his parents are gone. Only an empty bottle and a small glass showed some sign of life was here.
Then he found a note.
Dear Little Spark,
You have always been the little Foal I've always wanted. You always filled me with hope, with happiness, with all the good feelings that one pony can feel. I can't live with your father for now, he and I had some problems last night. Still,I love you my little pony, and I always will. But you're still waiting for the snow to fall, and it won't feel like Hearths Warming Day at all, but you must stay strong. If anything happens at all. Anything. Come to San Pransisco. I'll be there waiting, waiting for my little colt to come home.
I love you,
Daisy
This little letter brought tears to the foals eyes. Those tears turned to sobs, then to full out crying. He cried on the cold wood flooring, his eyes flowing tears like a river. He just couldn't stop. He didn't know how to get to his mother, or where his father is or anything. All he knew was that this deep sorrow had to be released. He cursed his father, he resented him, he wanted nothing to do with him. But he was still his father, which the little foal had no control over.. But, he noticed something that he didn't before. The windows had a white fluffy layer of snow on their sills...