//------------------------------// // Heavy Heart // Story: Time Lost // by Terciel1249 //------------------------------// Time Lost Ch. 5: Heavy Heart Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to anything MLP. All made-up character are mine. Applebloom, Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo silently marched down the old dusty road towards Ponyville. An air of gloom fell over the farm. Applejack performed any choir her mind could think of. Granny Smith went back to her stitching. Big Macintosh decided pull out the Calculus book. Life could be so complex at times. Why couldn’t life be like a math problem? All you had to do was move from one step to the next with a defined solution. No craziness or outside numerable to account for. It’s a lot easier this way. The three fillies hung their heads in despair. The gloom continued to fallow them into town. Applebloom felt the lowest of the three, her bow dropping along with her ears. “What do you two want to do?” Sweetie Bell asked, her voice faltering slightly. “I dunno,” Scootaloo answered. Silence fell. The only sound accompanying the three was the grinding of dirt beneath their hooves. Puffs of dust billowed behind them. Deep in thought, the CMC entered the hustle and bustle of Ponyville. Ponies went about their daily lives without any concern of the three fillies. Sweetie Bell looked up, her eyes widening as her gaze wondered over Ponyville’s newest building. A castle of blue crystal and purple walls, standing high above the thatched tiles that was common among the common residence’s roof. “Hey, I have an idea!” Sweetie Bell announced. “What?” “Why don’t we visit Twilight? Twilight should know about hippogriffs. Maybe she can help us find something to make Luke feel better.” Applebloom and Scootaloo raised their eyebrows in question. “Girls, its Twilight. She’s the smartest pony we know. Even if she can’t help us make Luke physically better, she can help us by making Luke happier. You know? Use some of Luke’s cultural heritage to take his mind off of things for a little while. Or at least, give us some ideas of what to do.” Applebloom and Scootaloo hummed, their brows knitted in deep thought. “It’s worth a shot,” Scootaloo shrugged indifferently. With a goal in mind, the three fillies raced down the dirt road weaving in and between the casual ponyfolk. Many jumped out of the fillies’ way. Some hid in terror. All felt a chill creep down their spines. The Crusaders of the Apocalypse were running loose, wearing looks of great determination. There was a reason for fear. Twilight worked diligently in the castle’s library, her purple aura covering the brand new tombs commemorating the crystal shelves. Her day had been pleasant so far. Twilight quivered in anticipation at the thought of finally filling the crystal shelves of her castle. Lifting a worn brown leather tomb titled ‘A History of Equestria.’ The book felt heavier than normal. Memories of her tree house filled the princess’s head. Twilight took a moment to remember her lost home, sighing. She could still feel the steps of the worn wood. The comfort of a warm light streaming through the open window as she casually read a new book. “You alright Twilight?” Twilight turned to her Number One Assistance, “Yes Spike, I’m fine.” The purple dragon peered around the corner, looking at her with concerned green eyes. Before Spike could further question Twilight, a loud bang filled the castle followed shortly by the yell of three fillies. “Princess Twilight!” The shelves vibrated violently under the strain of the three fillies. “Oh no,” Spike’s eyes turned to the closest shelf. Every book fell from their new home, littering the once pristine clean floors. Ten bits says Twilight wants me to clean this up. Sweetie Bell, Scootaloo and Applebloom burst into the library. Twilight turned to the three, smiling at them. “And what are you three up to today?” “We wanted to ask you something,” Applebloom said. “Do you know anything about hippogriffs?” Scootaloo asked. “Wait what?” “Hippogriff? Ever heard of them?” Scootaloo asked. “Are you making up words again?” Twilight asked, raising a concerned eyebrow. “Why would you say that?” Scootaloo responded with some offense. “Do I need to remind you of raiwesome?” Twilight said with a shudder. The word felt like poison as it left her tongue. Scootaloo cringed, “I just wanted to describe how awesome Rainbow Dash was. Was that so wrong?” “Scootaloo,” Twilight rubbed her head, “There’s describing how great a pony is. Then there are crimes against language. We’ve already had the Ultimate Warrior and all his destrucity. We don’t need a second one.” “But it’s true Twilight,” Sweetie Bell inserted. “There’s a hippogriff staying with her family.” “Hmmm,” Twilight hummed. “Spike, could you pass me ‘Strange and Unusual Creatures, ‘A History of the World’s Continents and Their People’ and ‘Ponies, Griffons, and Dragons. Oh my!’?” Spike turned to the pile of books, “Couldn’t you just magic them out? They’re kinda buried under a pile of books.” “Oh right,” Twilight muttered. With a glow of her horn, the three books flew from the pile to hand in front of Twilight. Twilight skimmed through each tome. Sweetie Bell, Scootaloo and Applebloom waited as patiently as they could for Twilight to finish. When she found nothing, Twilight turned to the fillies, “I can’t find anything on hippogriffs. What are they exactly?” “Luke’s top half is an eagle and the back half is a pony,” Sweetie Bell summarized. “Th-th-that shouldn’t be possible,” Twilight rubbed her chin in deep thought. “That sounds like a griffon and pony hybrid. But griffon’s and ponies can’t have kids. Both set of genetics can’t cohesively match to create a child. There’s never been any written documentation on a griffon/pony hybrid. They just can’t exist.” “But Luke exists,” Applebloom said. “He’s asleep at my house right now.” “Are you sure he’s not just a griffon?” “You mean hippogriff,” Scootaloo said. “Yeah that.” “Of course,” Applebloom stated, “We had dinner with him last night. Then he got sick and was throwing up the entire night. I’m pretty sure he exists.” “I don’t know, remember Cutie Mark Crusaders Imaginary Friends,” Twilight said, watching the three for any signs of falsehood. The three cute faces turned bright red. “It wasn’t that bad of an idea,” Sweetie Bell mumbled under her breath. “Girls, you drove a pony to jump out a window just to get away from you after you kept pestering him for two days straight about the giant imaginary friend that told you to kill the innocent in the name of the Old Gods,” Twilight said. She felt bad for pointing out the three fillies faults, but someone had to knock some sense into them. The three girls looked up at the older pony with wide sad eyes. The cuteness scale escalated to a full ten, tearing at Twilight’s heart. “Sorry girls,” Twilight said in defeat. Taking a moment to think, Twilight finally asked, “Do you think I can meet with this Luke?” Her mind started to run a hundred ideas at the same time. Sure the three fillies could be wrong, but, BUT, if they were right. Twilight may have the opportunity to discover a new sub-species never heard of in Equestria. The knowledge she could learn, the books she could write. All it would cost her was a quick trip to Sweet Apple Acres. “Um, I don’t think so. He’s really sick,” Applebloom said. “Oh,” Twilight’s ears drooped. Drat! Sweetie Bell hung her head, “I guess we can try something else girls.” “Now wait girls,” Twilight stopped the three from turning around, “How about you tell me what you three want to accomplish and I’ll see what I can help with?” Sweetie Bell, Scootaloo and Applebloom smiled widely, thankful for Twilight’s guidance. “Oh Spike,” Twilight said, catching herself before she left the room, “could you pick up those books for me.” Told you. 0 0 0 “Hi Big Mac,” Applebloom yelled, bursting through the kitchen door. The shrill call sounded louder than ever inside the quite house. Big Mac’s head spun to the sudden onslaught of noise, giving himself a severe case of whiplash. When he caught sight of Princess Twilight and the fillies walking through the doorway, Big Mac nearly choked on his own tongue. The large pony threw himself into a hasty bow, “Howdy there Princess Twilight.” From his low proximity to the floor, Big Mac looked up to Twilight wearing some very full saddle bags. The violet material appeared ready to explode with scrolls and writing supplies. Twilight even managed to pack two books for Luke to read. In case if he gets bored. Twilight blushed, still unable to get use to this kind of reaction. “Please Big Mac, you don’t need to bow to me.” “A-alright,” Big Mac stuttered. Standing up, Big Mac asked, “Is there anything Ah can help you with?” “Well,” Twilight asked shyly, “I was wondering if I could meet Luke when he gets up?” “May ah ask why?” Big Mac asked hesitantly. “I just want to meet him, ask some questions, and maybe take a few samples-“ “What samples?” Big Mac cut in. “Nothing,” Twilight caught herself, trying to hide her true intentions behind a pretty smile. Her white teeth sparkled in the evening light. “I’m sorry Twilight, but ah don’t think now’s the right time,” Big Mac said. Twilight’s ears drooped, “Awwww. But why?” “Ah’m assuming Applebloom and her friends told you Luke’s sick?” Big Mac responded, his voice full of suspicion. “Yes,” Twilight answered. “I thought a little company would make him feel better. Maybe a book or two may be good for a young colt his age. When I was sick, my dad would always read me my favorite story. You know, the one about the Charlie, the steam engine that had to deliver supplies to the people of the frozen north during the Great Winter. I thought it would be good to keep him busy.” Big Mac’s jaw worked, the red farmer thinking deeply. Twilight did make a very good point, but still. “Ah suppose that’s fine, but as long as he’s up to it. Today hasn’t been an easy day for anypony.” Twilight felt so happy. She wanted to jump into the air with joy and release a cry of victory. Today she may get the chance to see an entirely new subspecies, a griffon and a pony hybrid. Big Mac watched Twilight’s smile grow. He may have his reservations about this, but Twilight expression got so darn cute when she was excited. All smiles faded when a high pitched, and totally not girly, scream cut through the happy mood. 0 0 0 A silent hallway of unyielding grey walls breached the silent black void of Luke’s dreams. The hippogriff slowly moved forward, limping with his broken leg. Yeah, well screw you dream! I didn’t want to run anyway! The soft tapping and scrapping of talons echoed harshly among the halls. The hallway turned left with Luke following the cold green tile. I don’t think I’m suppose to feel cold in a dream. Unless some a-hole stole my blankets again. No you can’t have them! They’re mine! Mine! A glass sliding door stood at the end of the hall. Luke felt a twinge of uneasiness in his chest. The absolute silence of this dream and the fogged glass prevented him from looking further ahead put him on edge. Seriously? Where are the tunes? Let’s get some AC/DC up in this place. Luke took a tentative step forward. Nothing happened. The feathers on the back of Luke’s neck rose higher. A cold breeze rolling through this hallow hall. Getting creeped out. Luke moved forward another step, his ears straining to hear anything besides the scrapping of his own talons. On the third step, he caught something. It was so soft, Luke could barely hear it. Moving forward, the sound grew louder. It sounded like the drip drop of a leaking faucet. Turning around, Luke sought to turn back and leave this dreary dream. Luke groaned loudly. In front of him was a single, grey wall blocking his path. This dream sucks! Can I get some strippers in here? I’ve been a really good boy today and I think I deserve some sexy fun time. Come on, what do you say? When Luke’s subconscious gave no response, the young hippogriff turned to the door. Gulping, Luke continued forward. With each step, the dripping grew louder. With each step, Luke flinched at the sound. From gentle and soft, the sound increased to the level of cracking gunshots. The hallway echoed the sound, causing it to echo in on itself creating a choir of endless noise. Luke held his hands to his ears. Nothing Luke did could drown out the constant pain his ears were experiencing. He even went so far as to slam his head repeatedly against the wall, screaming at the top of his lungs to drown out the noise. Make it stop! For the love of God! Make it stop! Silence returned leaving Luke’s head pounding and his ears ringing. Tears burned in Luke’s eye. His head hurt so much, it felt like his skull was about to split in two. Why am I in pain? Luke’s rational side stepped in, claiming it was the sickness bleeding into this dream. Lifting his head, Luke continued to trudge toward the door. The only way this dream would end was to go through it. Luke approached the door, the air becoming heavy with the stale scent of iron and copper. Luke stood in front of the door. Raising a hand, Luke gently touched the cold hard glass. The reaction was instantaneous. A loud rumbling emitted from behind the glass. A riptide of red liquid splashed against the glass structure. The flood proceeded to shatter the glass door. Oh, crap baskets. With a shrill shriek, Luke was carried away in the rush of rustic liquid. Something heavy crashed into Luke, crushing him under its immense bulk. Bubbles poured from Luke’s open beak, his mouth filling with the familiar taste. The taste of blood. The sudden flood soon dissipated. Luke was left pinned under the large object. Luke squirmed under the heavy weight, trying desperately to free himself from his burden. Wiggly to the side, Luke slid out with a sickening squelch. Pushing himself away from the object, Luke gasped for breath looking over his body. I-I-I shouldn’t be feeling this. Thick red blood stuck bleach Luke’s feathers and coat a dark red.. Dark clots began to form on his fur and feathers to create thick slimy mats. A loud wet squelching interrupted Luke’s inner thoughts. Looking over to the object, Luke’s eyes widened with horror. “No no no. That’s not possible.” Pulling itself towards the hippogriff, Luke faced his former human body. The face was wrong. His once brown hair was now a filthy scarlet. The round cheeks had become sharp along with his chin. The destroyed flesh of the left side of the face was still left open to the air, revealing a grinning skull underneath. The eye was different. A yellow and red iris looked at Luke with what could only be described as pure, undiluted hatred. The former uniformed was torn with the human skin to reveal a grotesque skeleton. Bleach white bone stood in contrast against the destroyed muscle. Luke could see the muscles move. The tendons and fibers tighten and flex as the abomination pulled itself towards Luke. The thing before him wheezed as it drew breath, sounding like the breath of a dying man. The air became filled with Luke’s increased breathing and the thing’s death rattle. ` ` Luke wanted to move, but this dream would not allow him. Luke was held hostage by this disturbing reflection of his former self. The thing looked unnatural and wrong in every sense of the word. The thing reached for Luke, wrapping its hand around his small neck. Luke felt the pressure against his windpipe. Luke grabbed the wrist, his talons sinking into the unprotected flesh. But the human hand would not yield. Slowly, ever so slowly, the pressure increased around Luke’s throat. “You forgot about them.” Luke looked into that mad, insane face. The human face smiled with satanic delight. The eyes flashed with malicious intent. “They were your friends, your family, your brothers and sisters. And you forgot about them!” Luke gurgled something, unable to form any words. That warped face Luke once wore, moved closer to him. It only stopped an inch from his beak. “That’s all right,” the thing said. Its voice sounded like the screeching of the souls of the damned calling from the lowest level of hell. “You aren’t alone. From now on, you’ll never be alone.” Luke could feel the iron grip closing around his wind pipe. His lungs burned for air. This isn’t right! This shouldn’t be possible! It’s just a dream! It’s just a dream! The abomination lowered himself to Luke’s ear hole, whispering, “Because, he’s in here with Us.” Luke awoke screaming. Tossing the sheets aside, Luke’s hands went straight for his throat, making sure nothing was wrapped around it. Luke could still feel the force of those fingers wrapped around his windpipe. It was so real. Sweat drenched the hippogriff’s feathers and fur, his breath ragged. That was too real. Luke didn’t hear the loud stampede proceeding up the stairs. All he was focused on was the dwindling details of that dream. Details slowly faded from his mind, as if he was trying to hold water between his two palms. As the details faded, one thing remained. The words from his dream specter repeated themselves over and over. Big Mac burst through the door to find Luke trembling, still rubbing his sore throat. Big Mac moved close to Luke. The hippogriff showed no signs of noticing Big Mac. Big Mac gently draped his arm over Luke’s shoulders. Luke flinched, looking towards the red pony. Big Mac offered Luke a comforting smile. Taking a deep breath, Luke tried to calm down. Pushing the uneasy feeling aside, Luke managed to calm down his racing mind and simply decided to call the dream just a demented dream. Luke’s body was a completely different situation. Luke’s limbs continued to tremble due to low body sugar. A black hole occupied his stomach, threatening to succeed from Luke and become its own nation of ‘Stomachland.’ (Name still pending copyright approval) Luke rubbed his head, I think I need to see a shrink. Luke’s stomach grumbled loudly. I hear you already! I’m getting up! Stop your belly aching! Big Mac finally broke the silence after hearing the call of the beast, “Want some food?” Luke nodded, elated at the thought of getting some grub. He felt so tired and hungry. I thought sleep was suppose to solve one of those problems. But something caught his eye, a purple pony staring at him with wide eyes. Twilight’s jaw hung slack. She didn’t believe it: the Cutie Mark Crusaders where right. Hippogriffs do exist. Right in front of her was the first griffon and pony hybrid. Questions flew through her mind: Who was he? What was he? How did he get here? Where did he come from? Too many questions passed through her head. “Hi.” Twilight switched from her mental ramblings, “Hi there.” Twilight smiled widely, almost showing all of her teeth. What the hell is wrong with her face? After getting his daily dose of creepy pony smiles, Big Mac carried Luke downstairs. Wheeeeee! Twilight followed closely, almost vibrating with excitement. Luckily, Big Mac’s presence caused her to show some restraint. What caught Luke off guard was her horn and wings. Why have both? Did a Pegasus bang a unicorn? Luke scrunched his eye closed. EWWWWWW! Ew! Ew! Big Mac gently placed Luke in an empty seat before starting warming up a nice bowl of soup for him. The sun moved lower, telling Luke the day had reached the afternoon. How long was I asleep? Cause I could use another nap. Granny Smith entered the room, slowly moving to start making dinner for the rest of the family. “Howdy there squirt,” Granny Smith said with a smile and a quick ruffle of his feathered head. Luke tried to smile. The right side of Luke’s mouth raised slightly, “Hi Granny Smith.” Twilight took a seat across from Luke, eyeing Big Mac’s back as he worked. “So Luke,” Twilight began, “I was wondering if I could ask you some questions?” Luke groaned in irritation. What is wrong with these ponies? All they want is to ask questions! What if I don’t want to answer any more questions? You know what, f*** it. I’m gonna screw with people, starting with you purple pony. “Fine. But first, who are you?” “I’m Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship,” Twilight said warmly. Twilight expected some reaction, but to her surprise Luke just stared at her blankly. Oh. Am I suppose to do something? Luke blinked slowly, That’s the best you’re going to get sweetheart. “To start, where did you come from?” Twilight asked. Her horn glowed brightly, brining out a quill and parchment in her purple aura. The look on her face was that of a small child at Christmas. Only a cruel and heartless man would screw with this happiness. Let’s do it. “Well,” Luke began, “When a mommy and daddy love each other very much, daddy told mommy that he wants to show her something really important. Daddy then opened his zipper-“ “No-no-no-no!” Twilight panicked, waving her hooves frantically to stop Luke. “But I was getting to the best part,” Luke pretended to look confused at Twilight’s response. “Mommy threw daddy against the wall. Daddy ripped off mommy’s bra and-“ “I didn’t mean that! I meant what was your home like? What land did you come from?” “Oh,” Luke’s face revealed false enlightenment on Twilight’s distress. Big Mac chuckled darkly, not for a single moment believing the small child didn’t understand what Twilight was talking about. “Don’t know.” Twilight raised an eyebrow. As she began to retort, Big Mac interrupted their conversation. If you can call it that. “Now-now princess, let’s not get carried away.” I think we passed that line a loooooong time ago. Just ask Applejack. “But Big Mac-“ “No buts,” Big Mac said. “Ah already told you Twilight, Luke isn’t well. He’s already had to contend with Applejack and ah don’t want to have another argument in this household.” Twilight closed her mouth. Her voice dying in her throat at the sight of Luke’s eye wondering off. He wobbled slightly, caught with a bought of lightheadedness. Grasping the table, the world spun before him. A gentle hoof steady Luke’s tipping shoulders. Luke’s eye became unfocused. Turning towards the owner of the hoof, Luke was shocked to find a blury Applejack offering him the warmest smile she could muster. “It’s alright partner.” Applejack pulled up a chair next to Luke. Luke gave her a wary gaze. His head screamed ‘It’s a trap!’ Without the energy to make a quick getaway, Luke resigned to silence. If I try and keep my fat mouth shut around her, I think I’ll be ok. Big Mac turned around, his stoic expression never changing as he brought Luke a steaming bowel of tomato soup. Luke’s mouth watered at the enticing smell of stewed tomatoes and basil. Luke’s stomach released an unholy growl. The organ sought to consume the innocent red liquid before him. That’s kinda twisted. Placing the bowl in front of Luke, Big Mac offered him a single spoon. Taking the utensil in his trembling hand, Luke slowly brought the spoon into the soup. Oh this looks delicious. Luke’s limbs refused to hold still, the symptoms of malnutrition rearing their ugly head. The red juices fell from the shaking utensil. Come on Luke. You can do this! This is all you man. Let nothing stop you! Now get that soup in my belly! Luke tried again, dipping the metal spoon into the tomato soup. Granny Smith worked on preparing dinner for the rest of the Apples. “So Princess, will ya be joining us for dinner?” Luke gently brought the metal spoon towards his mouth. Gentle. Gentle. The spoon got closer and closer to his awaiting beak. Almost. Son of a-! Luke’s trembling hand accidentally dropped the spoon with a loud clatter. “Thank you, but I’ll be heading home for dinner. Spike’s making his famous five layer macaroni and cheese tonight.” Twilight’s eyes drifted into a dream like state. Her mouth salivated heavily, causing drool to drop from the sides of her open mouth. Luke picked up the spoon gingerly in his right hand, Come on you beaked bastard! This shouldn't be that hard! Luke’s hand slowly rose to his beak, Yes? Yes? Yes! Luke finally felt the filly homemade soup enter his mouth. The flavors were perfect. The right amount of salt, basil mixed perfectly with the tomatoes natural flavor. Let it be announced from heaven on high, from the highest mountain to the lowest valley. Let all those who live under the sun know of the gods have blessed them. For in this soup is truly the divine light of enlightenment My eyes can’t but weep at the majesty filling my mouth. Slightly disappointed, Twilight stood up to leave, “Well I’ll take my leave. Thanks for allowing me some of you time Luke. Have a good night everypony and I’ll see you later Applejack.” Twilight disappeared in flashed of purple light, blinding everyone in the room. Was that really necessary? After the sudden departure of Twilight Sparkle, Applebloom said goodbye to her friends. Dinner was set and everyone began to eat with gusto. Luke didn't notice when Rainbow Dash entered the room. She was talking about some cool new flying stunt that sounded awesome, but I lost track of the conversation. Applejack was unusually quiet for this meal, instead taking a leaf from Big Mac’s book. Her green eyes scanned all of the ponies and hippogriff present. Looking over the overexcited face of Applebloom, to Granny Smith’s toothy grin and finally resting on Big Mac. The big red pony gently helped Luke steady his trembling hands. Applejack’s felt the tug of two opposing emotions; guilt and heartwarming pride. The gentle giant saw what she didn’t. She didn’t see beyond her own speculations, to find the hurt hippogriff struggling with his own problems. “Aw,” Luke sighed in content. After two bowls of soup, the black hole had been defeated in gloriously delicious food combat. Am I still on the drugs? Cause that sentence sounds weird. Granny Smith and Applejack cleaned the dishes, leaving Big Mac to take Luke into the living room with Applebloom. Applebloom bounced up and down, “Big Mac! Can we play a board game?! It’s not mah bed time yet.” Does she ever run out of energy? With so much energy being displayed, Luke felt even more tired. His stomach was full and he felt comfortable lying here on the wooden floor. Releasing a wide yawn, Luke watched Applebloom continue to bounce in the center of the room while Big Mac checked on the other mares to see if they needed any help with the dishes. “What kinda game do ya want to play?” “How about Chutes and Ladders?” Big Mac chuckled, his green eyes flashing with amusement. Big Mac pulled the board game from the book shelf. The lowest shelf held all manner of colorful boxes. Big Mac carried the cardboard box in his mouth over to Applebloom. Doesn't that taste nasty? Big Mac gently lay down next to Luke, placing the board game between him and Applebloom. “Alright Applebloom, do you want to start first?” Applebloom cheered before choosing the yellow piece. Luke laid his head against Big Mac’s side. The farmer’s fur was surprisingly soft. Luke’s eye fluttered. A full stomach and warm pillow drew him closer to slumber-land. No, no. I’m am not a kid. I’m gonna stay up late. I am not going to miss anything el- “Zzzzzzz” Granny Smith, Rainbow Dash and Applejack appeared. All eyes softened at the sight of Big Mac enjoying a game with his sister and the sleeping form of Luke next to his side. Who would have guessed a pony’s fur is this soft? “Having fun there kids?” Granny Smith asked. Big Mac nodded, looking down at Luke. The older brother chuckled at the tiny form next to him sound asleep. Applejack use to sleep next to him in the same way. The orange filly was about Luke’s size. His feathers gently tickled Big Mac’s large side. Maybe not as cute as AJ, but still pretty adorable. Luke snorted in annoyance. I feel a disturbance in the air. Someone is questioning my masculinity. I must avenge my lost masculinity and destroy all those who question it. I’ll get to it right after my nap. Maybe I’ll get a big truck. Yeah that’s it, a big truck! Then I’ll lift it high above the ground to prove my manly manliness. Wait… Wouldn’t that be seen as compensating for something? Never mind! I don’t want a big truck. Stop judging me! The living room remained in a state of calm peace when Granny Smith decided to call it an early night. The atmosphere was nice. No insanity. No craziness. There was just peaceful, relaxing company among family. Until Rainbow Dash got bored and fell asleep on the couch, her snoring so loud Luke’s head shot up thinking there was a furious bear trying to eat him. Not the worst dream I’ve had. Will that one time at band camp ever fade away? OMG. I just remembered something. Yeah! Looking over to the source of the noise, Luke sighed. Luke asked Applejack, “Is she always like this?” “Sure is,” Applejack chuckled, “makes me grateful for ear plugs. You should have seen her when we went camping. Now that was painful.” “Hmm,” Luke hummed with a small amount of amusement. “Oh that reminds me,” Big Mac said with a start. Looking into Luke’s eye, he said, “Ah talked to the councilor today and we decided to sign you into school as soon as possible.” Son of a- “Ah’ll be taking you over to the school house to take a placement test when yur up to it,” Big Mac continued, ignoring the look of pure horror on Luke’s face. “After Cherilee finds the right placement for ya, you can start taking classes.” Taking a moment to breath, Luke answered, “Okay.” Let’s not fight this. It was bound to happen eventually. An eight year old has to go to school and learn some stuff. I’ll just have to try and not be bored out of my mind for the next couple of years if my schooling is anything to go off of. Luke scratched his head for a moment, Since I went to college, I might be able to place higher in school. (Gasp) I may be able to cut my time in half! I just really need to do good on this test and I can start at a later level. With a plan in mind, Luke watched the festivities with a faltering smile. They looked so happy. All the ponies were enjoying their time together without any worry. The happy faces left Luke feeling sad. Loneliness crept into him. The missing faces of his family. He couldn't recall his mother's smile. The image in his head blurred, leaving Luke with an empty feeling in his chest. Big Mac looked down in concern at Luke. The young hippogriff shivered, his skin crawling as these unwelcomed feelings poisoned the warm atmosphere. In order to not interrupt the Apple family’s joy, Luke settled into silence. Calling it an early night, Big Mac lifted Luke onto his bed once again. The only difficulty was trying to wake Rainbow Dash from her impromptu nap. Applejack decided to use the highly effective Apple “Yea-ha!” My ears hurt. Big Mac gently laid Luke on the same section of the giant mattress. Big Mac settled down on his side, tired from today’s emotional turbulence. Luke remained awake, unable to shake the uneasiness he felt. Luke turned to his right, catching sight of Big Mac’s broad back. The farmer closed his eyes, ready for this day to end and a goodnight’s sleep. Luke sat alone in the dark. Luke wanted to say something and tell these ponies who he really was. But they wouldn’t understand. They may fear him or think him insane. That’s not an option. Luke continued to think, his options dim. Without money or adult stature, there was nowhere to go and nothing to support himself with. I guess it couldn’t hurt to be an Apple. While with its bumps and rough edges, they were nice. Not perfect, but they could be worse. I think I just tempted the universe to screw me over. Luke looked over to Big Mac. It was strange having the situation reversed. Big Mac acted like an older brother and Luke was the older brother in his family. Maybe, just maybe, Luke could look to Big Mac as an older brother. Luke gently slid himself across the mattress. Big Mac’s lips lifted slightly, Luke small arms wrapping around his neck. Luke wanted something comforting to hug. Big Mac was nice and kind, but he was really, really, really big. It’s just like a giant teddy bears and in no way homo. I know this may seem like it, but no. No. Stop it. Get your mind out of the gutter. Who are you talking to? Um… I don’t know. Then why are you talking. I’ve got a better question. Who are you? I’m you. Me who? You. Then why am I talking to myself? That’s kinda weird. Hm, good point. … … … I’m gonna hang up now. Sounds good man. Night. Night. Discord hovered silently near the roof. Throughout the day, the draconequus made a few pit stops to the Apple Farm to check up on things. Luke appeared comically small when placed next to the sheer size of Big Mac. Pulling out a camera from the thin air, Discord smiled evilly. He looks so cute. I’m sure he won’t mind if I save this for later. Maybe in his teen years. Ooh, maybe he’ll have a marefriend I can show it to. I can imagine his face now. Discord turned to face the audience, “What? I may be reformed, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun here and there.” With a silent chuckle, Discord took the picture. The white flash caused Big Mac and Luke to jump out of bed. Applejack groaned, loud banging emitting from the wood floor. Luke yelled, “Whoever did that, THAT is not cool man. Not cool!” 0 0 0 The following days passed with relative calm. No arguments, fights or injuries occurred. Still no evidence on who the mysterious photographer was. The Apple farm was a warm and inviting home with the added bonus of the nights becoming far quieter with the departure of a certain rainbow manned Pegasus. There was only one, teeny-tiny, little problem. I’m bored out of my F#####G mind! Luke spent these last few days recovering his strength with very little options in entertainment. No one allowed him to perform any chores to keep his mind off his aching joints. Luke had already read through Twilight’s children book and another titled ‘Daring Do.’ I think George Lucas is gonna sue somebody. The Apples had very little reading material on their bookshelf. I mean seriously. How many books do you need on farming? The carpentry books would be fun, but no one will allow me near the power tools. To pass the boredom, Luke tried to be creative. He tried drawing. I don’t think Applebloom liked my stick figures. But still, I'm like the only human here. This is alien artwork! My sh** should be in a museum for all to marvel in its greatness. Which leaves us to today, Friday. The day Big Mac's suppose to take me to see a Miss Cherillee for my placement test. Luke sat silently at the kitchen table, a large book splayed open to his left. Luke's head was bent over a once pristine piece of white paper, now covered in numbers and figures in a rainbow of colors. I couldn't find a pencil alright! A closer inspection the book revealed it to be Big Mac’s Calculus book. Luke just so happened to stumble across it while counting all of the wooden boards in the house for the third time. I hope you’re happy Equestria. I'm literally doing college math for fun. You have finally broken me! There is nothing for me to do but math. I could handle the magic and talking ponies, BUT this just too much. This is just twisted. Who does that? Who actually uses what they learned in college in real life? That's just crazy! I curse you Equestria! I curse you and your sugarcoated land of sunshine and rainbows! May the mighty Cuthulu rain blood and destruction upon- "What cha doing?" Luke's head snapped up to find Big Mac looking over his shoulder at the colorful paper. "Just working on some math," Luke replied with a sweet smile. And calling the wrath of the Anci Onts to deliver bloody vengeance. You know, nothing major. Big Mac's brow furrowed as his green eyes scanned Luke's handiwork. Luke watched Big Mac’s solemn face became confused then surprised. Luke's answers were right. The work may be haphazardly sprawled across the once pristine white paper, but the work was right. The paper was quite colorful, except for pink. Cause there is no way Luke Skywalker is going to use pink. Moving his focus away from the paper, Big Mac asked Luke, "Ready to go?" Luke nodded, closing the book and gathering all the crayons that littered the kitchen table. Big Mac and Luke left the farm to a bright and glorious day. Luke's eye focused on the surroundings from atop Big Mac's back. There was nothing new to see, but the walk was pleasant. The schoolhouse was less than ideal in Luke's humble opinion. It was a large single room wooden structure with red walls and white trimmings. I think I got sent back in time. I pretty sure my grandma might have gone to school here. To greet Luke and Big Mac was a mare that was too happy with her job. Her deep violet fur and pink mane shimmering in the evening sun's light streaming through the wide windows. Miss Cherrilee flashed a kind and happy smile. Lady, you're an elementary school teacher. You should not be this happy unless happy hour starts early in Ponyville. "Howdy Miss Cherrilee,” Big Mac greeted. "Hello Big Mac. I'm guessing you're Luke,” Cherrilee offered Luke her hoof. "Nice to meet you ma'am" Luke grasped the violet hoof in his hand. Cherrilee motioned to one of the desks in the first row, "Please take a seat. We will begin the first portion of the comprehensive exam with math, followed by science, then history, and we'll finish with magical theory. Any questions before I go over the exam itself?" "Yeah," Luke said, Big Mac setting him on the ground. "What's magical theory?" "Magical theory is the study of all implications of active and passive uses of magic." I already know I'm going to fail that one. Without further ado, Luke was left alone with Miss Cherrilee. A number 2 pencil held in one hand and packet of paper face down on his desk. Big Mac had to leave, offering Luke a quick good luck before running some errands. Cherrilee sat at her desk, preparing to do some paper work while Luke performed the test. "You may begin." Luke flipped over his test with a flourish. 9+9=18 3x5= 15 93-87= Seriously? Luke effortlessly moved through the problems. Each question annoyed the human to no end. If a train leaves Manehatten at 1:30 and is traveling 35 miles per hour- Thank god! It's over! Luke smiled as he scribbled the last answer. The hippogriff was confident in his work and had no reservation he got any questions wrong. Cherrilee looked up from her pile of papers, surprised to see Luke handing over his paper after barely twenty minutes of work. "Finished already?" Luke nodded happily. He wanted to get this done as soon as possible. It’s just like taking off a bandaid; the faster the better. With the science test, Luke had to use more of his brainpower to plow through the chemistry and biology sections. I think I might have mixed up what the mitochondria does. Overall, Luke felt confident in his work. Then there was the history test. Who moves the sun and rules Equestria during the day? Ummmm, God. Who moves the moon and rules the night? God (again). During the Prance Revolution, which famous pony said "Let them eat cake"? Luke grumbled under his breath, "This is gonna suck." Luke rolled his eyes when he turned in this paper. I won't sugar coat it, I wrote down a lot of BS. When it came to Magical Theory, Luke just stared at the paper for five whole minutes, his mind drawing blank. Screw it. Cherrilee watched in confusion as Luke rose from his desk and handed her the blank document. "Are you sure you want to turn this in blank? I can't give you a score if you don't try," Cherrilee cautiously said. "Naw," Luke said. "I have no idea what any of this magic gibba jabba means." Cherrilee frowned at Luke's blatant disregard for magical knowledge. "Well then, I'll grade these while we wait for Big Mac to pick you up. There at some books over in the corner you’re welcome to read." Yeah, more reading. 0 0 0 Big Mac sat across from Cherrilee, her worn desk scattered with stacks of graded homework assignments. Luke waited quietly next to him. "So," Big Mac started, "How'd Luke do?" Cherrilee took a moment to think. The purple pony chewed her lip, unsure of how to answer. That's not a good sign. "Well Big Mac, Luke's results are rather confusing." Big Mac and Luke sat silently. "What do ya mean confusing?" Big Mac asked in confusion. Cherrilee released a pent up sigh, "That's what I'm trying to figure out." Cherrilee rubbed her forehead. Luke could see the wheels slowly turn behind her eyes. "His math and science scores are incredibly high." "Thats good, right?" "Not just good Big Mac. Luke scored high enough to be taking university level courses," Miss Cherrilee responded. "But when I look at remaining tests, they're the exact opposite." Here it comes. Big Mac raised a confused eyebrow, "What does that mean?" "Let me give you an example," Cherrilee scanned the document. "For the question: What parental being created the land and sky, bringer of life and parent to Princess Celestia and Luna? Luke answered: With his bare hands, Chuck Norris created the land from nothing. With ancient wisdom passed down from the old gods, Chuck Norris's beard gave life to the land revealing the glory of Chuck to everyone. Why? Because Bruce Lee said he couldn’t do it." Big Mac's mouth hung open. "Then there's; What is the defining message from Princess Celestia that ended the stalemate among the governing delegates that prevented the mobilization of Equestrian soldiers to face the first changeling army of 89?" Cherrilee continued. The silence between the three was thick. Luke was sure Big Mac wouldn’t like the answer he put. "I pity the fool." Big Mac turned to Luke. The hippogriff shrugged in response, "I never said I knew Equestrian history." Turning back to Miss Cherrilee, Big Mac asked, "What do ya recommend?" "I recommend Luke being placed in a class with students his own age," Cherrilee said. Son of a bitch! "That will allow him to catch up on Equestrian history and building the basic fundamentals in magic theory. Also, Luke will have plenty of opportunities to make some new friends with colts his age." Big Mac looked over to a sour Luke. That plan backfired. "Sounds good," Big Mac said, before nudging Luke gently to cheer him up. "Hey Luke, you can spend with some of the other foals." F*** my life. "And you'll be in the same class as Applebloom and her friends. " F*** my life hard! From what they told me of their adventures, I’ll be dead in a week. Big Mac and Luke left the schoolhouse with a quick goodbye before heading into the center Ponyville. Big Mac said something about getting Luke some saddlebags for all of his books and school material. Luke allowed his mind to wonder. Sure his oh so brilliant plan didn't work, but the day was nice and he finally was able to get out of the house. And why are we walking toward a gingerbread house? Luke stood up, using Big Mac's yolk to support himself as he looked over the ginger mane. In front of him had to be the most delicious looking house he has ever seen. The structure included a chocolate ceiling, gramcracker walls and white frosting to accent tan and brown colors. I wonder if it's made of real frosting? Big Mac raised his hoof to open the dark door. "Big Mac, why are we entering a gingerbread house?" "You'll see." Without another word, Big Mac pushed open the gates of hell. A symphony of loud voices pierced the hippogriff's eardrums. "Surprise!"