----------Dusk----------
I awoke in a cold sweat with a loud gasp. I had just had the worst "dream" I had ever had.
I was in the morgue, where Shadow Blade was to be held, with Morning and a small group of guards all in armor. Right as they were about to close the door to the morgue forever, a huge blade of shadows stabbed through the chest plate of one of the guards. His helmet flew off and I saw that it was the same one I had signed just yesterday. Then a huge hand came up behind another and dragged him into the shadows, only to be dropped from the ceiling out of nowhere.
Even with every last guard (but Morning) dead, he kept up a fight. He dodged blades, claws, and hands with ease. It was a pretty big morgue so he had enough room to fly around, the whole time keeping an eye on his shadow. The door to the morgue holding Shadow Blade flew open. The body tray slid out to reveal a bloody, battered Shadow Pony.
"So that is why they made you sub-captain of the Royal Guard," he said with an evil chuckle, "it's a pity I have to kill you. We could use someone like you on our side. Your brother, perhaps?" he laughed maniacally so loud it shook the whole room.
He closed his eyes and mouthed the words I'm Sorry Dusk. Still in the air, he took his aim and concentrated his energy with all his might. Generating electricity around him.
"Y'know," he said, his voice sounding like he was a dubstep singer, "there's a reason my name used to be Thunder Dash. And this here is why."
He pushed forward with enough force to tip a steamroller on it's side. He shut his eyes, which were streaming with tears, tightly. Right before he made impact with Shadow, he opened his eyes (which now were like rivers of tears, no doubt fogging his vision) and looked in my direction. He and I were thinking the same thing, he wasn't going to see the next day. He wasn't going to be there when Thunder becomes an official Wonderbolt. When Twinkle fly's for the first time. And he would only slow Shadow Blade down. He made impact and everything went white.
-------back to reality-------
Everything was still white as I was led, most likely by Twilight, to the nearest bathroom. I was hyperventilating, my blood was pounding in my head, I felt a huge void inside of me that would never again be filled. Ever since we were human children, Morning and I had a very strong spiritual connection. If he got hurt, I got hurt. If he died, it was possible that I could die or go insane. The only other one who knew of this was Sparx.
My ears were ringing and I couldn't hear a thing. Although I did hear the vibrations of frantic voices around me. I felt a hoof strike my face, then the extremely hot sensation of flames dancing on my cheek, then water hitting those flames. Pyro had smacked me.
I sat straight up and screamed, "MORNING NO!" and burst out crying, "He didn't deserve it," I kept repeating, "he didn't deserve to die."
-------Sparx: about ten minutes earlier-------
I awoke to a very loud gasp that filed the house, and probably the surrounding 50 feet. Pyro and I looked out the door and looked around. I saw Bell and Dawn doing the same. We were suddenly pused into our rooms by a magical force followed by Mom ushering Dad down the hallway. His eyes were rolled up in his head. He was also sweating up a storm, which I thought was genetically impossible seeing that we are ponies. Oh well, never question what you don't want to explain in extreamly long paragraphs not like this one.
I felt a sudden pain in my gut and collapsed. I saw Pyro do the same, and heard a thump in Dawn's room proving that she felt it also. It felt as if a very large peice of my soul was stolen from my body, along with a part of my sanity. Images of a very familliar pegasus impacting with another completly shrouded in shadows engulfed my mind. When we had finnally recovered, thanks to Bell, we galloped to the sound of running water.
When we got to the bathroom, Mom had a bucket of water in her mouth and was about to splash Dad in the face with it. As soon as the water left the bucket, it became shrouded in a forest green light.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Bell said, dropping the water in the bath tub, "in the state that he's in, he could die."
"Do it, I don't care anymore," Dad said quietly.
"Pyro, if you please," Mom said referring to Pyro.
Pyro rolled up imaginary sleeves and smacked him across the face. I saw smoke rise from the smoldering patch on his face. Mom looked at Bell, who nodded saying with her eyes: Now you can hit him in the face with water which she did. Dad closed his eyes for a moment, then snapped them open with the second extremly loud gasp of the day. His eyes were back to normal. Then he suddenly screamed "bloody murder".
"MORNING NO!" he shouted with mind shattering intensity. Then he stopped and began to sob, "He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve to die."
"U-Uncle Morning i-is dead?" Pyro said, tears welling up in his eyes, "N-NO! IT ISN'T TRUE! YOU'RE LYING!! TELL THE TRUTH! Tell...the...truth..." Pyro stormed out of the room, leaving the house close to bursting into flames. Luckily, he went out the door (undoubtably a pile of ashes........again)
"Oh Dusk... I'm so sorry..." Mom said, hugging him tightly.
"How are Thunder and Aunty Scootaloo and... oh dear Celestia... Twinkle, how are they going to react?" Dawn asked, looking suddenly worried.
The only emotion I felt during all of this was empty, nothingness. Ever since I was just a filly, the one emotion that never regestered in my mind was sadness. No matter what, I couldn't regester it. A perfect example of this was when my grandpa (on my Mom's side, since my dad is a human and has no memories of it) passed on. I was the only one not crying.
When I came back to reality, I found that I was in the bathroom alone. I looked around and saw tracks leading out of the house, and to Aunty Scootaloo's. When I got there, there was loud crying. Very loud. So loud that it nearly filled the entire forest surrounding it. I walked in to see Dad comforting Aunty Scootaloo, and Bell bringing a sleeping Twinkle into her room. Thunder, on the other hoof, was looking like he could tear off Shadow Blade's head clean off (although I think that is more of his little sister's terrtory than his... please don't tell him I said this...), which I most definatly will help him do.
"What's going on?" said a sleepy Blitz as she came in the room with a yawn, "Why is everyone--"
She suddenly stopped when her eyes fell on Dawn. Dawn had eyes streaming out of her tears tears streaming out of her eyes. I think that is what got to her, the fact that Dawn was crying. She then turned to me with anger in her eyes, "What happened? Why is she crying?!"
"Our uncle is dead," I responded, completely monotone.
"Oh..." Blitz said after a while, "I'm so sorry..."
She walked over to Dawn to comfort her. They left the house and went into the surrounding forest. I realized why Dad had reacted the way he did just moments later, when I felt non-existant lips on my own. I looked around and saw that Bell was on the other side of the room, talking with Mom and the others, so I ruled her out. Dawn and Blitz? I thought. Wow. I thought Dawn liked colts! I saw Pyro in the corner, looking tortured. I realized that we all have a very strong spirtual connection, and if one were to be broken that we could die... or go insane. Great... My dad is gonna go crazy. I'm going to be known as the colt not only dating a princess who should be waaaaaaay out of his league, but also as the son of a crazed stallion. Woo-fricking-hoo.
"Sparx?" Bell said, approching me, "How are you doing?"
"Pretty good. You?"
"Um... could I talk with you, in private?"
"Sure. Let's go outside."
We walked out of the house and into the surrounding forest, where we made out for a very long time. Oh what I wouldn't give to see Pyro's face right now. I thought to myself with a grin. I heard some moaning from deeper in the forest. I tried not to think of what Dawn and Blitz were doing, but failed with extreame epicness. What was going on with them was affecting me (and most likely Pyro too) and I couldn't control it any longer.
"Sparx? Is there anywhere where we can continue this without being compleatly public about it?" Bell asked before I could even react to her sudden... change in attitude.
"Actually, yes. But it is quite a hike," I said, knowing her answer already.
"Let's go!" She said, dragging me the opposite direction of our destination.
"Uhh, Bell?" I said, "Wrong way."
"Oh, sorry... got a little excited, that's all."
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Pretty soon, we were standing right outside of the Everfree Forest. A forest no pony dares to enter (except for Zecora and any visitors) unless they are derranged, stupid, or just plain suicidal.
"A-Are you sure about this?" Bell asked shakily when we took the first step into the forest.
"Yes, just follow me. Not much longer now."
We walked with our tails intertwined untill we came to a large cement building. Before I had "discovered" it, it had been a warehouse that was completely burnt down. I actually got the story of what happened from Aunty Scootaloo. It happened right before she had met Uncle Morning.
Sweetie Bell and Apple Bloom had been fillynapped and were taken to this place. Aunty Scootaloo got away and told Applejack and her boyfriend (not coltfriend, boyfriend), a human who appeared in Equestria but hadn't been turned into a pony like my Dad. They went to save them and almost died in the process. A few weeks later, Uncle Morning fell into Cloudsdale and was later adopted by Rainbow Dash. He learned to fly and eventually came to visit Ponyville, where he met Aunty Scootaloo and taught her to fly.
I closed my eyes and remembered the time it took for Uncle Morning and I to fix this place up. During that time I became closer to him, in a way that couldn't be replaced even by true love. But, hey, it's pretty dang close right? I told Bell the story of how I found this place... well started to actually, because after the first few words her lips locked onto mine. We shambled into the bedroom I sometimes slept in when I just needed to be away from everything.
*CENSORED*
Great things come from great dreams. Great dreams come from great possibilities. Great possibilities have great consequences.
A quick thanks to MrTyreste for letting me reference his story: Apple of Another Color. Please read it.