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// Battel Scar's 
// Story: My Big Sister Lightning Dust 
// by BronySis 
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		The train back from the Crystal Empire was a bumpy one.  The train had about three carts, a pony or two in each. In the second cart sat a turquoise mare with a lightning colored mane, a blacked left eye. Bruises covered her face and left wing. She was there for custody of her sister. The mare sat there and thought about what happened in that court hearing. It was pretty bad, but she did win and that's what matters.She couldn't have lost though especially to him, a stallion who thinks he is some kind of father. Well he is a kind of father, a father who shouldn't have fouls or filly's. Lightning was thinking of ways to hide her bruises, a sweat shirt would hurt the huge bruise on her leg. She couldn't think of anything else, another option would make it obvious she was hiding something. Lightning rubbed her right hoof on her bruise on her left leg. Lightning Dust hates, THIS. The feeling that she has weakness especially physical ones. But Lightning was on her way home to see her little Scoots. A week went by with Scootaloo having fun with RainbowDash. Scootaloo's sister, out of town trying to keep all she loves. But finally after a long and fun week for Scootaloo, she is directed to go home and wait for her sister, Lightning Dust. Scootaloo went home and waited for her other sister, you know besides RainbowDash. She sang around the house, until eventually.
"Dusty!" Scootaloo yelled energetically happy to have somepony to talk to. When Lightning Dust walked in she looked like a mess. Her mane ruffed up, and she had shadows under her eyes, but one of her eyes is blackened. But Lighting is wearing a smile for her sister. Scootaloo's eyes were wide with worry. "Dusty!" She ran up to her sister and wrapped her hoofs around Lightning. Concern in her voice as she started talking in a very panicked tone. "What happened?! How did this." Scootaloo was cut off by Lightning hugging Scootaloo back.
"I won," Lightning said, a large grin on her face. She paused and looked down to her little sister. She saw fear, what she just said didn't even register to Scootaloo. "Oh this," Lightning points to her blackened eye with her other hoof. "Its," She paused and then continued  "I would rather not talk about it." And while Lightning's hoof was in the air Scootaloo clearly saw a large bruise on Lightning Dust arm. Scootaloo got a stiff face, her concerned instincts taking over.
"No! I am not taking that as a answer!" Scootaloo pushed away her sister. Lightning Dust was taken aback, why was her sister not happy to see her home? Scootaloo continued, in a rather authoritative voice. "What happened?" Lightning Dust looked away and started to click her tongue. She is thinking on what to say, should she be honest, or should she do the option that is always their, but it's lying.
"I got in a fight with some colts." Scootaloo stared at her sister. Lightning was telling half the truth, unfortunately Scootaloo couldn't see it. "Look I'm exhausted. Tomorrow Rainbow gave me a day off so it will be just me and you. OK?" Scootaloo nodded in agreement, Lightning walked up the stairs and on her way up she starts to contemplate the situation. "Oh, yeah Scoots be in bed by nine." Scootaloo gave a small whine, unhappy bedtime. Lightning proceeded up the stairs, its been a long week, and Lightning felt sore.
The next day, Lightning unwillingly, rolled out of bed to get Scootaloo to school.
"Scootaloo?" Lightning yelled as she went down the stairs, she looked over to the TV to see a little orange ball of cuteness. Sleeping away, and like any kid would. She didn't listen to the authoritative figure. "Scootaloo." Lightning Dust chimed in a melodic tune. Lightning put her hoof on Scootaloo and shakes the filly.
"No!" Scootaloo rolled over, grabbed a pillow, and covered her face. 
"Scoots, I believe last night I said to go to bed." Lightning paused. Her voice full of joy on how correct she was. "At a reasonable time." Scootaloo groaned under her covers. "Scootaloo, I got pancakes at the table." Scootaloo shot straight up, a grin on her face. With a quick burst of energy Scootaloo cantered to the table in the kitchen where pancakes were sitting. Still warm, fluffy, and overall looking just like the perfect stack of hot cakes.