//------------------------------// // Chapter IV: Day Care (Part 1) // Story: Two Worlds. One Family. // by Bronybro 117 //------------------------------// “But, mommy, I don’t want to,” the little six-year old dragon, whining to his mother as they trotted through the dense marketplace. The early morning shone down upon them as it warmed bathed them both; the rattle of hooves echoed throughout the morning. Celestia couldn’t help but sigh at her son outburst; he was already complaining on the way to the new Daycare center that has built recently; the young, six year old dragon reaction was him latching onto her alabaster belly, crying out his little heart that he didn’t want to leave without mommy behind; all alone with a couple of little foals in a classroom for a couple of hours. Oh, the face he put on her made nearly her regret that decision, but resisted. He should not cooped up in the castle and socialize with others, beside his sister, Twilight Sparkle. The little pony, since her acceptance to become her student, had exceeded better than she has anticipated. Overcoming many of the trials she had set for. The awards she had given to her had made her more confidence in her magical abilities, unlocking her full potential one by one. She had never seen this much magical in a unicorn since Starswirl the Bearded had become the head magician of the magic guild and her former student…Sunset Shimmer. Sunset Shimmer, in her own eyes, was a very potential student; a natural polymath in the arts of magic just like Twilight sparkle, but her demands for knowledge and her greedy mind had made her to remove her status as her student, but instead her former student disappeared to the magical mirror, leaving and abandoned everything she had been teach. Her musings soon came to end as she felt the familiar pinch of a scale arm on her leg; the sound of a chirp voice punctuated through the air. “I don’t want to go, mom.” Her son squeaked; the signs of fear etched in his tone made him tighten his arm around her as they walked out of the marketplace, avoiding the many stares coming from the noble and common people. She stops and lower her face to nuzzled his head to comfort him of anxiously, “My little draconem, there is nothing to fear for what it is up ahead, but please don’t let fear cloud your feelings.” She gave him another nuzzled on the face again, “and besides, you might make some friends.” She nuzzled him one last time, feeling the small arms of her son lessened. “But mommy, I don’t want to leave you. I hate it when I’m alone.” Spike cried out; his cheeks almost marred by the tears dripping from his eyes. The little dragon proceeded to hug around his mother’s leg, hoping that she’d change her mind. Celestia felt she could cry at the little moment he was pulling. The calling from her heart to forget the royal mask while in public. The burning of her heart to reach out for him and comfort him in her hooves; letting him cry out in envy, comforting him with her words that it’d be alright. Enveloping him in golden aura, the little dragon cried out in shock as he was firmly placed on top of his mother back, feeling the familiar softness of her fur. His mother proceed to start walking again, making the little draconem jitter as they reach closer towards the Day-care center. “Spike,” Celestia spoke, her ‘mother’ mood kicking in, gadding the attention of the somber child. “There is a time when fear, fear that’d would overwhelm you, fear that could make even the most intelligent pony to commit rash decisions. “Fear is part of who we are, spike. Even your mother is fearful for both you and my student. Fear can help and hurt you, but, at the same time; can nurture to become the person you are.” She tilted her head back; her swan neck arching back as a smile etched across her face. “You may fear what is coming, even for your age; forcing to be remove from your mother’s protection, but in the end, you’ll gain many benefits, my little draconem.” She turned her head back as they continued through their journey, feeling the gust of air that flew by, carrying bits of leaves in its wake. The Day-care center soon came ahead of them; like every other architecture building that came before them, it was large, three-story building that is wedge between two other identical ones; Its colors trimming with crimson on the upper part of it and azure at the bottom, nearing the entrance of the building. Celestia felt, again, the tightening of her son’s sharpened claws on her neck as she continued forward towards the doorway. The slight muttering of her Her white horn glowed, enveloping the door handle as she climbed up the stairs, hearing the familiar clicking of the door being opened. She entered inside, feeling the gust of warm air from the nearly air conditioner above her, feeling her fur and hair being frazzled by the warm air. The room they are in was like any other standard waiting room: At the front end of the room was the desk of the receptionist between two grey-colored doors; a Pink-coated fur pony with a lime mane looking over some papers with her crimson eyes with a horn sticking out on her forehead. The shutting of the door behind the princess and the Dragon alerted the receptionist, looking up from her work, she attempted to bow, but accidentally hitting her head during the frantic action, making a loud bang on the table as result. The mare picked herself up, hearing the crackle of a child laughing throughout the room; her eyes darted towards the polychromatic princess and bow again, successful this time. “Milady,” the receptionist said, “You’re just in time. The classes were about to start, if you followed me, pleased to the classes where the students are currently being seated.” Azure covered the receptionist’s horn as she opened the left door that leads to the stairs to the second floor of the building. “Please follow me, Princess.” She asked again, climbing up the stairs. Feeling the increased tightening of Spike’s crawls on her neck, she nuzzled him gently and given him a kiss on his scrape forehead. “Everything will be alright, Spike. Mommy will always be with you.” Giving one last kiss on the forehead, she followed the receptionist upstairs, but it did not help put down spike's fears, despite his mother's reassurances.