I waited everyday just like I promised. It had been twelve years since I left Ponyville, departing from my dear Chisel. I had a little filly now her name was Deliae, and of course she was his. She'd often asked why we waited for two hours at the fountain and, though I had told her the story countless times she always smiles at the end of the story. She was head over hooves the very first time I told her the story of her father.
She'd always tell me, 'I can't wait to meet him.' We waited every day from ten until noon and then a little longer, just in case. Then we would go home, I would rest while Deliae did her chores and homework. During the time I had spent in Trottingham I had fallen ill, the veterinarians told me it wasn't good for my health to go outside but, how else would I wait for him.
Every day, but each time a let a single tear falls. I looked forward to the day when that one tear would not hit the fountain tile, after so long it left a small circular stain. I knew I could get better if Chisel came to my aid, I could finally get the rest I needed. But I worked, I had to. My family did not approve of having a filly out of wedlock. I tried to explain it to my father would not hear it. Somehow my little pony came up with a way to bring in extra money, I did not question her. As if she would tell me, she was stubborn like her father. Every day she'd leave at five in the afternoon and come back around eight. Deliae did not accompany me during weekdays seeing as she had school. But as soon as it was a weekend and ten rolled around, she'd drop everything, even playing with her friends. She'd always wait patiently smile on her face, waiting for me to recognize somepony. I never did.
I knew it though one day, I could feel it. I was slipping, my health was failing me. But I couldn't break my promise to Chisel. Every day though I felt my energy sapped, one day it was time, I knew it was but somehow I had to pass on the tradition. I had to let Chisel know tell him one last time that I still loved him. It was 9:58; I didn't have much time, on cue as she had done more recently than ever at 10:01.
"Mother? Aren't you coming?" Deliae asked me she looked at me curiously. I handed her the envelope, it had Chisel’s name written on it.
"Mother?" She said tearing up.
"Deliae, the both of us knew this would happen soon," I said choking up not because of the disease but from the emotion, I too had begun to cry. "You must wait for him in my place Deliae, and when you see him, give him that note. And tell him....that I love him."
My daughter was in all out bawling now, I comforted her hearing her fade as I was now, and I didn't have much longer.
"Deliae, my love," I told her "when you leave this house, please do not cry dear, call the doctor. Do not return here, go to your grandmothers, she will understand and take you in."
She nodded and left, and for the first time in twelve years I closed my eyes, and saw Chisel smiling at me. I felt at peace, I knew it was not him but still.
I nodded at my mother’s instructions, I knew she was dying, but I always had faith that my father would come. But now it was up to me. I had to tell him that she kept her promise as best as she could. I left the room, and cried. After a few minutes I got up and walked sadly to the fountain, I was late. Many things came to my thoughts how would I be here during school, how would my grandmother know to take care of me, how much longer would I have to carry this on. I shook those thoughts aside, from the stories my mother had told me, I knew my father was out there somewhere, trying to get to my mother. It saddened me a bit to think of the fact that I would be the one to tell him this news.
I was very deep in thought, apparently deeper than I had known. I guard tapped me and asked, "Aye there young lass, shouldn't you be home now?" I looked up at him; I noticed it was very dark. I looked at the clock it was almost eight. I panicked and ran home, when I got to the door I paused and remembered. I slowly walked to the doctor's house which was only a few blocks away. I knocked solemnly on the door with my hoof. Dr. Heal-all opened the door, "Well hello there Deliae, and come to refill your mother’s prescription?" He asked.
I shook my head and looked up at him with tears welling up in my eyes, his expression changed.
"Oh, my," he said, "well then come inside I'll fix you some tea" He said, I accepted.
As I told him what happened he listened intently, he would nod and grunt every now and again to let me know he was listening. He didn't have to; I had come to him with many problems of mine. Dr. Heal-all was one of the most trusted doctors in Trottingham; he also specialized in emotional and physical therapy. One of the reasons his sign said The Heal All Doctor. When I finished my story he offered no response, he only waited quietly for a few minutes. He eventually got up and left the house. I waited quietly for a few hours, after that he returned.
"Well Deliae, did your mother tell you to go to any family?" He asked I told him my grandmother's. "Well almighty then off ya go, I have a carriage outside waiting just tell them and they will take you there."
I walked outside with him and got into the carriage. I told the coach the address and he began to drive. I thought a lot about how my life had changed so suddenly what would it be like. Would I be able to keep my job that Ms. Tulip allowed me to have. I had never told my mother about it and she never asked but for a few hours each day I would help Ms. Tulip down the street arrange flowers. She told me I had a knack for it. My cutie mark was even that of the Fleur de Lis, the flower of Trottingham.
About a month after my mother died so did my grandmother; she went quietly the same way. She too had fallen ill; this disease seemed to follow me. Would it take me also? Before I could even see my father, no, I seemed to be unaffected; even though the doctors claimed me at "High Exposure" I seemed to be fine. For eight months I carried on my mother's tradition, through everything, no matter what. I'd repeat the same pattern. I'd wake up at nine thirty, get dressed, grab my envelope, and go wait by the fountain.
And one day as the clock struck two I looked over my shoulder at it. I thought of my mother, how every time she would wait five extra minutes... just in case, and then, a single tear. After a while I noticed it had left a small stain. I looked down, no stain. I panicked where was my mother's tear stain? Then after all this time I realized when I was small we would face AT the clock. I was on the wrong side of the fountain!!! I raced to the other side, and, as if by magic or some other force. I knew him, I knew it was him I could feel it. My trembling hooves moved slowly as I walked toward him, as I faced him he noticed my shadow and looked up. He looked surprised. I was quite surprised too. I could only utter one word.
"Chisel?"
I sat there looking at Fluier. At least it looked like her, she was far too young. But she had said my name. Who was this lookalike pony? I’d heard of Changelings who took the form of a loved one and fed on your love for them. If that's what this was than it was cruel. But I didn't believe it was them, before I could speak the filly pulled out an envelope from her saddlebag. Oh, no I thought another note. I opened it; the handwriting alone was enough to make me cry.
Dearest Chisel.
If you are reading this than I have already passed on.
I stopped, it couldn't be possible. I looked at the little pony in front of me tears in my eyes begging her to let me stop already. She said only one thing that kept me reading.
"She wanted you to read it", I had to.
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I do not want you to be sad for me, do you remember our promise all those years ago. We swore under the stars that whichever one of us dies first the other will smile and be happy and the other will tell them 'I'll see you soon'. Well unfortunately we cannot keep it in time we wanted but right now I want you to smile, smile for me Chisel.
I did.
And remember I will see you soon.
The little filly in front of you is your daughter Chisel, her name is Deliae. I had her here in Trottingham please take her in. She can be a bit stubborn at times; then again you were as well. Hopefully she will fill your life with the joy she's filled mine with. I have told her all about you, so you don't have to impress her. She absolutely adores you, let her be your whole world Chisel just as I was, and always will be.
----Yours forever,
Fluier
I looked up at the little filly, she smiled at me and I smiled back. She jumped into my arms and I hugged her back, although I didn't know her, this note made me feel as if I had raised her. She really did look like Fluier, her mane and coat were the same; she even had the same lightning blue eyes. She was mine and I would be there for her forever. We shared the silent hug for so long. When we finally broke she looked at me and said, "I'm so happy you’re finally here"
"Kid," I said "I'll be here forever, you can count on it. From now on the both of us are gonna live happily eva afta."
And that's what we did; as we walked the street not knowing what was ahead of us I knew one thing. Fluier wanted me to take care of my beautiful daughter Deliae until I saw her again, and I would.
The End