Spirits: All You Need is a Sunny Day.

by Enderdragonslayer1

Shades

As I was walking, I came upon my usual training spot, the spot that I would come to to practice my magic without worry of being interrupted. Even since my mom’s mother died, I’ve been becoming more and more...isolated from Mom and aunt Luna, even going as far as eating less frequently just to be alone. I’ll admit that I felt...guilty for not being able to save her, as it was my fault that she’s dead. If I was able to actually overcome my fear of manticores, then she would still be alive. It’s my fault that she’s dead, and nothing I do will change that fact. It even got to the point that I started to have nightmares about that day, a constant reminder of my failure.

Anyhoof, I summoned my Spirit Blade and practiced using it, as it has been years since used it. I did some jabs and slices, fifty time each to get a feel for it.

“SUNNY!” I heard Mom call out, causing my eyes to go wide. I’ve been so intune with what I was doing that I lost track of time. I quickly disbanded my sword before turning around. Just as I got ready to gallop back, I saw Mom come from the bushes while looking around. When she spotted me, she quickly galloped over to me before scooping me up.

“There you are,” she said in a motherly voice, a voice that she started to use when talking to me.

“It’s my fault,” I muttered, causing Mom’s ears to perk up.

“What?” she asked, confused.

“It’s my fault,” I said a little louder, tears starting to cloud my vision.

“Sunny, I’m sure it wasn’t….”

“IT’S. MY. FAULT!” I yelled this time, tears flowing down my face while Mom just stood there, shocked at the tone I used.

“Sunny,” Mom said in a stern yet motherly tone, causing me to look up, “It isn’t your fault. Nothing you could have done would have changed the outcome.” With that, she left a kiss on my forehead, right under my horn, causing me to finally break as I weeped into Mom’s coat. I was also faintly aware Mom gently rocking me in an attempt to calm me down. As time went on, my crying slowly turned into involuntary sniffles, which was shortly followed by my eyes closing on their own. The last thing I remember seeing was Mom’s warm smile, a smile that made me feel safe.

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Only a few short weeks later, I was back to practicing my magic. I still haven’t recovered from the death of Mom’s mother. Even so, it caused me to train harder and harder to the point that I’m collapsing from exhaustion. I didn’t even care if I got caught anymore, so there I was, summoning my sword to expand my mana pool. Then I went back to practicing using my bound weapon.

“Sunny?” I heard Mom’s voice say. I just released a sigh and continued what I was doing, not even bothering to turn around.

“Mom,” I said simply.

“What are you doing?”

“Expanding my mana pool and refreshing myself on some skills,” I said without missing a beat. Mom was silent as I used my sword to cut down a tree. Before we could continue our conversation, I heard the faint sound of a branch snapping off to my right, causing me to stop.

“What-”

“Quiet,” I whispered, trying to get my bearings of what we are against. A few seconds later, I heard another snap behind us. I whirled around only to see nothing. I lowered my sword as I heard another snap off to my left. When I turned, though, I saw what looked like a dark grey pony that seemed see through. I raised my sword as I got ready to hold it back when it attacked. All it did, however, was stand there. I tilted my head in confusion as I lowered my sword slightly, wondering why the thing in front of me wasn’t attacking. Just then, I heard multiple branches snap around me.

It was a trap.

“Mom, no...sudden...movements,” I said slowly as I eyed the things around us, “When I say go, run back and get Luna.” Then the inevitable happened: they attacked. As soon as they moved, I moved and started to attack while saying, “Now!” After Mom left, I swung my sword at one of the things only for it to go straight through it without harming it.

Buck.

I spread my wings to fly out of dodge only for a dark aura to surround my body, preventing me from moving. Even though I didn’t feel any pain, I knew I was dying if the black tunnel that was forming in my vision was anything to go by. I also knew that the longer I was in that aura, the weaker I would get. Just as the tunnel was about to close, I was dropped onto the ground as the tunnel, albeit very slowly, opened back up, though my vision was still blurred. As I lay there, I was faintly aware of the sounds of fighting going on around me.

“Are you ok, little one?” a male voice asked after the sounds of fighting stopped. I tried to nod even though I didn’t have the strength to do so, “On second thought, don’t move. You need all the strength you can get.” I felt the unknown male lay a hoof on my barrel just before I started to feel reenergized. After about a minute, I was strong enough to get off of the ground and my vision clear enough to see clearly. I took a look around and noticed two ponies, a dark green coated unicorn with a light green mane and tail and a cyan pegasus with a two tone blue mane and tail.

“T-thank you,” I managed, still feeling a little weak.

“Don’t mention it,” the pegasus said with a smile.

“W-what were those things…?”

“Shades, the opposite and predator of Spirits and those who can control Spirit energy,” the unicorn explained, “They can also, for some reason, only be harmed by Spirit energy or Spiritsteel.” He raised his sword to show me what Spiritsteel was. Before I could ask more about it, a massive headache made itself known.

“You need your rest if you’re going to fully recover,” the pegasus told me. I was about to protest as I saw the unicorn’s horn light up in a silver glow as I started to grow tired. Resistance was futile as my eyes closed on their own, forcing me into a deep sleep.

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“Apricis diebus,” a motherly voice said, “It’s time to get up, young one.” I released a yawn as I open my eyes to find myself in a crib, a tan alicorn mare with a flowing silver mane and tail looking down at me fondly. As I looked at her, I couldn’t help but feel happy, something about her told me she was there to protect and care for me. The tender moment was interrupted when I heard a growl, which caused the mare to giggle a bit as I looked away, embarrassed.

“Let’s get you something to eat,” she told me with a smile. I couldn’t help but smile back. I saw myself light up in a silver glow, a glow that was matched by her horn, as I was lifted out of the crib and onto the mare’s back. We left what I realized was a nursery and started to move down the hall, the occasional servant bowing to us.

“Good morning, Queen Giea,” a voice behind us said, allowing me to place a name on my caretaker, “And good morning to you, young princess,” the gray stallion added when he saw me.

“Good morning to you, Strong Hoof,” Giea greeted while I just waved, causing the stallion to wave back with a smile.

“May I ask what you are doing at this fine hour?” he asked as he trotted next to us.

“I’m getting my young one something to eat,” Giea responded while I was left to wonder what she meant by ‘my young one’. As I was lost in thought, I didn’t realize we entered what seemed like a dinning room. I managed to get out of my thoughts as I was strapped into a high chair. I sat there for maybe five minutes before a servant with a salad and a foal bottle filled with what I assumed was warm milk entered the room. I was given the bottle while Giea was given the salad. I carefully took the end of the bottle and started to nurse from it, finishing it off about ten minutes later. I released a yawn as I was unstrapped from the high chair before I was lifted up and deposited back onto Giea’s back. I started to drift off as we made our way back to the nursery. The last thing I remembered was being tucked into my crib as Giea said, “Pleasent dreams, Apricis Diebus.”

Comments

[Enderdragonslayer1]

7064776 Sorry for not being able to respond sooner, but I had some things I had to do first.

First, The Spirit Trilogy is a rewrite of Spirits, it's a different story altogether. And with how I started off the story, I won't be able to do the same things that I did is Spirits.

And second, Spirits is OLD. Because of this, I'm starting to focus my efforts on the rewrite in an attempt to make the story better.

I hope this comment explained a few things. Have a good day!

[Texus]

7064818 aahh yes thank you ,then I have only to say that I hope you don´t try to rush anything, and maybe flesh out the event's a little bit that happen in the story. That it feels rushed is my only concern about the rewrite.