• Published 25th Dec 2011
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My Little Dashie: A sequel - ty500600



My take on what happened after Dashie left us in the story My Little Dashie by ROB

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Chapter Eight

“That is quite the predicament Rainbow Dash, let us find the answers before somepony does something brash,” said Zecora. We had just arrived to her hut and we had spent the time walking discussing what was happening. I told her everything that had happened so far. Waking up in Dad’s world, being raised by him for so long, the other ponies coming and taking me home, me waking up in this…world, and how I came to this forest. From the show, the only thing I remembered about Zecora was that she was good with potions. I can’t say I’m an expert with potions, but I don’t think that they could help me find dad. I voiced my concerns with Zecora.

“Uh, Zecora? Not to be rude or anything, but how would a potion help me get out of this place?” I questioned, with slight drowsiness. I had been up for almost two days and it was starting to get to me.

“This potion will not help fix the events that transpired, but it will help you become less tired,” she said, slowly adding ingredients to her pot. She added some flower to it and it began to bubble. I took a quick sniff and snapped my head back. It smelled horrible, but I was so tired I was willing to try anything. After a few more moments of stirring, she dipped a bowl into the pot then set it in front of me. I quickly swallowed it down; it didn’t taste too bad either. I felt like a fire was lit inside of me and it felt good. I spread my wings as far as I could and began to flap them, and I lifted off the ground and held it there for a moment. I haven’t felt so alive since I arrived to this place.

I was so caught up in the moment though that I didn’t notice Zecora backing away from me at first. I looked around to see what she saw, and it was me. My wings and cutie mark had begun glowing. “Zecora! What did you put in that thing,” I panicked. I tried to move but my body was locked in place. The energy flowing from my body was amazing and horrifying at the same time. Zecora couldn’t respond; she just stood there staring at me, mouth agape. She stirred herself finally and ran over to try and pull me down. She struggled with all her might, but I was stuck. Then as quickly as the glowing came, it disappeared, and I fell to the ground with a thud! I stood up and shook myself off, I was exceptionally tired again, but this time, it felt like I had expended a large portion of energy, not like I had not gotten enough sleep.

“This pony magic is crazy to me, I just use brews and potions you see,” Zecora murmured. She walked over to a book and flipped it open and began to read. “I must study to find a remedy.”

I turned my back to Zecora and I walked through her house, looking at the trinkets and other things she had strewn all over the place. The way this place was decorated felt like something out of a horror movie or something. ‘All we need is a ghost’ I thought to myself. I turned to face the zebra when I got my wish. Something was in the room with us, but Zecora didn’t seem to notice. I slowly approached what seemed like a shadow in the center of the room. At first it didn’t do anything. It sat there, moving only slightly, until I saw it. In the center of the shadow, was a face. Not any particular face, but a human face.

My Dad’s face.

“Dad!” I shrieked. I broke into a sprint towards it, trying to catch it. I jumped into the air to try and grab it, but I flew straight through and smashed into Zecora’s pot. Zecora was now on her hooves, looking very confused. I just sat there in the pile of pots and pans for a while. Was that who I thought it was? I looked over to Zecora, I know she didn’t have any answers, but I just needed someone to speak to. I was going to say something, but I didn’t know what I wanted to say. My head was trying to make sense of what had just happened. I felt a hoof on my shoulder as Zecora spoke to me slowly.

“What is wrong Rainbow, I cannot help if I do not know.” I turned back to where the apparition was not moments ago, but to my dismay, it was gone. I rose to my hooves and brushed myself off. I stared at Zecora, finally coming up with words.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

***

I didn’t know what to make of the little that I saw. I blinked, trying to clear my vision. What did I see? I saw a room, that was for sure. What was in the room was the main question. I saw... something. It was all still somewhat of a blur. I shook my head, trying to get my memories to settle. There was some stuff on a wall, cups and bottles resting on shelves mostly. There were some tribal masks scattered around the room. It was somewhere that I knew, but I have never been to a place like that. Then it hit me. I hadn’t, but Dashie had, it was Zecora’s home.

But how did I get there? It couldn’t have been a dream, it had only been a couple minutes since touching the feather, yet something happened. There was someone there, probably Zecora logically thinking, as logical as this situation could be anyway. There was someone else though, someone who shouted something. If I heard it right, it was “Dad.” Dashie? Was Dashie there? No way, it couldn’t have been. I’m straining my brain to remember what I saw. No, Dashie was there for sure. I remember her lunging out to grab me. This isn’t possible. How could it be? I don’t control magic, neither does Dashie or Zecora.

In my hand sat the feather, which was noticeably faded from its previous color, as if the energy was sucked from it. I slowly climbed to my feet and took in my surroundings. I was in the television room again. Everything was the same as it was moments ago. No, something was different. There was light leaking in through the shut windows. How was that possible now? It was midnight just minutes ago. I heard a beep from the kitchen, the answering machine. That was also strange, since no one calls me. This day kept on getting odd. I set the feather down on the TV and walked into the kitchen and hit the play button as I went to pull a drink out of the fridge. It was from the office. It basically told me that they didn’t see me at work and were wondering where I was. The beer gushed back out and onto the floor 'Crap, I missed work! How long was I friggin’ gone?!' I looked at the clock, it was almost 7 o’clock. I was gone for nearly 19 hours. I just shook my head. I must have drank too much last night and don’t remember it.

I headed back into the television room and sat on the couch and stared at the blank TV. So many thoughts were rushing through my head. I just let them though, and I kept staring at the TV. I sat there for an hour, just staring and sipping on my drink. My mind was trying to rationalize what I saw, but I no longer cared what it had to say. My heart knew what I saw. I saw my little Dashie.

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