//------------------------------// // Well... That's not the Truth... Is it? // Story: Tell me the Truth // by Amira Illusion //------------------------------// Diamond looked at her confused. Where had this come from? It was all very sudden. All very unusual for the brave Pegasus who she had teased the past year. Scootaloo was looking out into the dark as if yearning it's company. The wind picked up all of a sudden and Diamond shuddered from the chill. Scootaloo didn't even bat an eye at the sudden change in temperature. Diamond let out a shaky breath. "Well, I suppose I see a brave, immune Pegasus who might not be able to fly yet but can pull any scooter trick she wants. I also see somepony who would be able to teach me a thing or two about dance." Scootaloo looked at her, a small chuckle escaping her lips and releasing a visible breath. It was getting even colder. There was silence for a while. It took a moment or so before the meaning of her words sunk in. "You've seen me dance?! How?!" Scootaloo shouted alarmed. It was Diamonds turn to laugh. "When you tried to teach Apple Bloom and that one time in that clearing you use for flying. But... I see now that... Well... That's not the truth... Is it? You're much more than that. You are impossible. I mean look here, right now. Not even reacting to the cold in the slightest." She pointed all around her as the temperature dropped further still. "I've had worse." Scootaloo muttered as she leaned back against the bark of the tree. The pony chestnut. "I dread to think." Diamond gave out a shaky laugh as she shivered from the cold. "Oh no. Don't worry." "But I will worry and nothing you say will stop me so you might as well tell me what you promised." Scootaloo gave an amused smile, rolling her head towards Diamond. "Fair enough. I might as well. Listen closely though, not repeating myself." Scootaloo cleared her throat and began her tale. "About 7 years ago now. Yeah. That's my first memory. I was 3 I think and I had two sisters. One sung so beautifully even the birds stopped to listen to what she had to say. She was like Fluttershy in some ways. My second, her twin, was a dancer. Ballet dancer to be exact. That was they're way of making money I was told. My parents? Long gone and the only reason I know any of this? Because of what I would over hear from when I was older. All I have are disjointed voices, blurry faces and mixed up memories without the conversations that I would hear out on the streets of Canterlot." "Canterlot? That's an hour or two away! How did you and your sisters get here? More importantly, where are they?!" She asked as she listened to the tale, the secret being poured from her new friends heart. Scootaloo rolled her eyes. "When did I ever say my sisters came here?" "What?! But that's impossible! Unless... No! You don't mean...?!" Scootaloo nodded sadly. "They disappeared like a thought. From one memory to the next. Ponies said they climbed the mountain over there. The one in between Canterlot and Ponyville, deep in the forest. Why? Nopony knows. All I know was that all I had left was their friend. She was the colour of cotton candy and had the most unusual eyes. I can't remember where she came from or why she was out int the streets but she was the last family I had. And then? She disappeared. I was 6. She said she had an idea and had to go see something. She never came back." "That's terrible! How did you even survive after that?!" "Somepony found me when I was freezing to death. I woke up in an orphanage. I lived there for the next two years and had parent after parent. Sooner or later they would find a problem with me and abandon me all over again. Then I learnt. I learnt I didn't need family because you'll lose family. I got up and left. I walked to the train station and used all my pocket money to buy a ticket and made my way here for a new start. And that's what I got, a new start." "But then what about Rainbow? She seems like family." "Her? Maybe but she's proved to me that if she cared enough she would have become my family long ago." "But does she even know? About this?" Scootaloo looked at her with a deadpan expression on her face. "What do you think? Am I the sort of pony who would tell their idol they don't have a home?" "You have a roof above your head, doesn't that count as your home?" "Home? Home is where the heart is. The heart is the family love that made the building the home. I need no family nor home." "But don't you want to call somepony mum? Don't you need that? Don't you need that pony to lean on?" "No." "Are you sure?" Scootaloo turned to her. To her surprise there were tears in her eyes. "I don't know." Scootaloo whispered into the night. Diamond got up and took a step forward, ignoring the chill that had her shivering. She embraced the other pony and understood something important. "Scoots? Ah ya there?" The two filles jumped apart as Apple Blooms voice filled the air. "Tell her." Diamond whispered to the other filly. "Tomorrow, I'll tell her tomorrow." "Scoots! There you are! Miss Honey said you hadn't come home yet so ah came looking for you her to invite you to a sleepover and..." Apple Blooms gaze fell on Diamond." Oh hey Tiara! Didn't see ya there! Wanna come along?!" "Thank you for the invite. I would cause I'm to worried to go home but then I realised something with the help of Scootaloo. She might not be the best pony and she might be scary sometimes but the truth is she's still my mum and I don't know when she'll be gone. You two have fun though okay?" She said before winking at Scootaloo and turning away, making her way to her house. She hoped she had helped Scootaloo even though she was her bully till this morning. She hoped that Scootaloo wouldn't do something stupid.