> A Million Lights in the Sky > by joe mother > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Prologue: Together or Not at All > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- TOGETHER OR NOT AT ALL A MILLION LIGHTS IN THE SKY by Nexosaur "When I said I loved you for who you were, I meant it." Now was not the time to say that, but I was compelled to nonetheless. There I was, holding his shoulders in the dark alleyway, pressed against a wall. Not the way I thought we'd go, but more exciting than it should have been. I had hoped that we'd die of old age, rich and happy, but maybe that just wasn't the way. My hooves ached from the running and I let them fall, his eyes watching them. "Is it over?" he asked, kicking the wall behind him fiercely. "Is this the end for us?" "I don't see how we're getting out," I replied, looking out into the dark sky. I saw the faint glimmers in the distance, closing in on us. "Why can't we keep running? Why did we stop here?" He ran forward to the entrance of the corridor, but I grabbed his tail and he stopped with a grunt. "Why are just accepting a fate we can escape from?" A hard truth ran through my mind. I didn't want to say anything, and now was certainly not the time. "We can't keep running," I said, pulling him back and locking eyes. "We can only hide until we reach the Wastelands, and then it's too dangerous to continue." "Does it matter?!" he yelled, eyes wide. The paranoia was setting in, and I silenced it. Our lips met, and for a moment his breathing stilled. I felt his panic die down as he closed his eyes and welcomed my kiss more warmly. I broke the embrace and let our snouts touch, "I'd rather die with you now than struggle through the Wastelands and die alone." "Who said you'd be alone?" he said, his eyes burning with a controlled fire. "I'll be with you." "I wouldn't follow you out there," I ran a hoof through his mane, caressing the soft hair and relishing in the feeling. "I want my body to be found. I want to be buried whole." "It's a nice sentiment, I guess," he said. He was never one for sentiments. "But I doubt they'll leave us in less than a billion pieces." "Fine," I said, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I want to die at the hooves of another pony if I have the choice, and I do." "Death closes in, and we bicker," he chuckled, kissing me. "That's how it is for us." "Hardened criminals get what's important before death," I joked. "They certainly do," he said, the wind breezing through his mane. There was a buzz in the air now; the ruffle of thousands of wings shot through the air, and the lights in the sky were getting larger, becoming a formless mass in the night sky. The moon fell under a cloud as the temperature dropped. Ravens cawed from their perches among the abandoned buildings, taking flight. I sniffed the air; a storm was coming behind the lights. "You know," he said, rubbing his mane slowly. "I think I'd like to get off before I die." "Yeah, and be turned to ash while you do it? Isn't that a pleasant thought?" He scowled and stamped his hoof, "It's damn better than getting killed in a dark alleyway without getting off!" "I guess it is," I said, stifling a smirk. "But I'm sure your hooves ache too much to finish the job!" "I'm about to die," he replied, raising a hoof in defense. "I'll do whatever I can even it destroys my hooves because at this point, it doesn't even matter." I giggled and he started to laugh. I suppose I would've liked to get off as well before dying, but my head wasn't focused on that. I was thinking about my life before, wondering how it could've gone better, maybe have even avoided this mess. "I got into all this because of you," I admitted. "If I hadn't stayed in this I wouldn't be here." I was tearing up. Damn. "It's not your fault," he said, turning to me. "I was the one who convinced you to stay." "But you're the reason I stayed," I choked out. The tears were getting worse and it was only a matter of time until I really lost it. "Not just anypony could have told me to stay. It was you who actually made me stay. Everypony else's words didn't mean anything; they only meant something from you!" He hugged me and I threw my face into his shoulder, letting my tears soak into his fur. The buzz was close, and the lights were within half a mile of us. "They're almost here," he whispered, looking up at the cloudy moon. "Soon we don't have to worry about planning things anymore." Fucking sarcastic asshole. I pushed him away and sobbed into the air, "No! Don't even fucking say that! Don't even fucking try to pretend that you don't care! That place was your life, show it some gratitude!" "I know it was," he said, staying where he was. "That's all the more reason to joke." He was crying now, and I felt a pang of guilt run through me. "If I can't joke about my life there, then obviously it didn't make enough of an impact to be a joke now, at the border between life and death. We've skirted that border dozens of times, and each time we made it through. Now, when there's no going back, it causes you to rethink what you did. Makes we wish I never wanted all those sweets when I was a kid." They were there. The lights were blinding as the pegasi descended, and a unicorn jumped off one of their backs. "Fucking silly way to ride!" he yelled, throwing his most vehement voice at the pony. "To think some lightweight like you is going to kill me? Makes me laugh!" "It doesn't matter how I ride," the unicorn said, this horn illuminating the sky beyond the lights. "What does matter is my record, and it'll look real nice with your names on it. Especially with the word 'dead' stamped over them." I gulped. My eyes were still watery, and I could tell they were red and puffy. "Crying?" the unicorn said, smiling. "I would hope so. Don't worry, I'll evaporate all those tears off your face." The last thing I saw was his face, and the eyes of a cold blooded killer. > Chapter One: Money in the Vault [Lock Pick] > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- MONEY IN THE VAULT A MILLION LIGHTS IN THE SKY by Nexosaur My life up until that point had been a struggle to get through. My mother was terminally ill, my father had lost his job and was working a dead-end, and we barely had enough to eat. We moved to Canterlot to get treatment for my mother, but since Dad lost his job, we ended up getting here and unable to afford it. All I could do was watch as my home life deteriorated, slowly becoming a mess of everything I once loved. I missed the noise our home used to have, but now it was silent, interspersed with bouts of coughing. Dad never came home until late in the night, and left in the early morning, and I did not go to school. From when I woke up to when I went to bed, the house was quiet and dull, and I could only wait for Mom’s inevitable death to arrive. Every once in a while I went out–only when Mom was deep asleep or when she hadn’t coughed in a while–and looked at the stuff around town. I never went inside the stores; I merely gazed inside wistfully, knowing that for now the things inside were out of my grasp. I knew my prospects were bleak–being an uneducated ten year-old without the money to attend a college and sick parent to keep me out of school now–but I wanted to get somewhere in life. I wanted to get out of my rut and carve my own path. I didn’t get the choice until I was eleven, looking into the clothes shop on East Street. I was a blank flank, staring at the clothes in the window, wondering what I would look like in the beautiful dresses and the pretty hats. It never bothered me to be a blank flank, as I had never been told about the importance of my cutie mark, and had never been anywhere with fillies my age. I didn’t think about what I wanted to be, I just wanted to get out of where I was now. It was a lack of direction on my future, but it never occurred to me that I should find out what I’m good at to help myself and my family. As I mind-shopped, I heard a loud clang from behind me. I turned to see an angry stallion clomping down the road, straight from a place I had never paid attention to. I saw the tall brick structure, gargoyles looming on the stair walls, glaring menacingly down on the ponies below them, and had a spark of love. I was drawn to the structure, and I left my place at the store to walk up to it. I walked under the eyes of the beast and stared straight into it, straight into the stony soul inside. I touched a hoof against the rock and a chill ran down my spine from its chill. I let my eyes wander across the shape, taking in all the details. The black marble was full of chips and scuffs, showing off its decades of wear like battle scars. Tiny white specks in the stone glittered like stars in the sunlight, and I started to smile. Once I had gotten a good look at the gargoyle, I took a step to the side and examined the door. I did not know what business was behind the door, but whatever it was, I could hear it calling me from within. To this day I still regret taking the stairs to the door and opening it. Everything would have been so much easier if I hadn’t. I walked inside and was greeted by the smell of fancy. That was all I could think as I sniffed the air and saw the pristine white tiles stretching on to a dark wooden counter with a white top. The ponies behind the counter were giving money to ponies who were in front of them, dressed in nice suits and dresses, as well as hats and canes. I marveled at the sophistication of the room and took slow steps to the counter. I eventually got up to an empty space and found myself facing a well-dressed mare who looked down at me with a quizzical look. “What is this place?” I asked in awe, smiling as I took in all the details. “It’s so fancy!” The mare sighed and forced a smile onto her face, “It’s a bank. Are you lost? Do you need to find your parents?” “Nope,” I replied, giggling a little. “I know where I am.” I looked around some more, this time taking a look at the tall windows that let in long rays of sunlight. “What does a bank do? What is a bank?” “A bank is a place where ponies come to store money or withdraw it,” the mare said, simplifying the process. “Is that it?” I asked, putting my front hooves up onto the counter and looking into the mare’s face. “A fancy place like this only does two things?” “Well, no, but I just didn’t want to get too complicated about it,” the mare replied, lightly trying to pushing my dirty hooves down. “You can do a lot of things at a bank.” “Like what?” I asked, ignoring her physical protests. “Do you really have to know right now?” she asked, her voice developing a bit of panic. “Not really,” I said, hopping from the counter. “If you don’t want to I don’t have to know.” As I hopped down I saw a large metal door through glass, covered in wheels and large bolts. “What’s that big door back there?” “It’s the safe, dear,” the mare said, ushering at me to move as other customers gathered behind me. “It’s where we keep the money. Can you leave? I’ve got to get to the actual customers.” I nodded and turned around. Walking past the line, I saw a few angry faces and heard a few mean comments. One stood out in particular. “Isn’t her father the one that works all day at the castle as a janitor? I heard it’s because his family has no money.” I spun around and ran back up the mare at the front, who took a stabilising breath before speaking. “Yes?” she said, barely keeping her frustration repressed. “Can I get some money?” I asked. “You can’t just get money,” the mare replied. “You have to open an account with us and do a lot of things you’re not legally allowed to do. We can only give you money if you do that, have money to withdraw, or are in a financial position where we can give you a loan.” “But my family needs it!” I said, not wanting to leave empty-hooved. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t have an account with us or any money to withdraw!” the mare let out a frustrated growl. “Kid, just go somewhere else so I can do my job with ponies who are actually here for something!” I huffed and stomped away, my eyes beginning to water. When I got outside, I ran home, thinking about the vault in the back of the bank, full of money that my family could use. I got home and heard coughing from Mom’s room. Stepping silently inside, I went up to her side and grabbed her hoof. She turned to look at me, “Where have you been? I called for you...” I nodded and gave a little smile, “Sorry, I was a little busy.” “Busy where?” she said. “It’s not like there’s much to do in the house.” “Oh, just stuff,” I replied, trying my best to sound convincing. “I walked around outside the house for a few minutes, and I guess you called when I was out there.” She smiled and I found it hard to look at. I didn’t know how I really felt about my family. I could say that I wanted the money to help my family, but I didn’t know if it was for them or for me. “How would you feel if we finally got money?” I asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible. “I’d be glad for the rest of us,” Mom said, her eyes growing a bit of life at the thought. “You could get to school, your dad wouldn’t have to work so hard. We’d finally have our family back in one piece. Getting healed is only a miracle at this point, so you and Dad are the most important ponies in the house.” I was a bit shocked by the answer; I had expected her to actually care about her life. “Why would you not care about staying alive?” I asked. “Honey, I think I’m nearly dead at this point,” she replied, frowning. “It’s a horrible thought, but it’s the truth. I don’t think any hospital can help me now, no matter how good.” “I hope we get some money,” I said. I thought about how I could finally go to school if I got the money from the bank. There had to be some way to get it. I was willing to do anything to finally get out of the hell I was in and lead a normal life. That night, I stayed up, thinking hard until I begrudgingly succumbed to the only idea in my head that had any plausibility: robbing the bank. It was the only way I had any chance of getting the money unless I stole it from somepony, and I didn’t want to deal with anypony because of my size. “How would I pick the lock?” I wondered aloud. I had no experience lockpicking, and no way of getting a lockpick on my own. I could make my own, but I had no idea what I would need. “I guess I’ll have to learn some things.” And so I did. I went to the bookstore and walked around, and eventually found a section with books. I took a quick look at them and slowly began to read further in, learning all the tools I needed and how to use them. It took me days to get all the way through and sufficiently prepared to make my own tools and use them. A few nights later I made the tools. We had a hammer and a small piece of sheet metal outside, so I broke a piece off and managed to get it into a somewhat pick-like shape. I molded a couple different tools and soon had enough “good” tools to consider my idea. Once I finished, I ran from the house into town. The streets were dark and empty; the streetlights provided the only light. The night’s chill had already set in, and I shivered under the minimal protection I had: a small coat my dad wore when he was a child. The bank’s gargoyles were imposing silhouettes, and if I didn’t know what they were beforehand, I could’ve mistaken them for any kind of giant beast. I got up to the door and looked at the lock, which sat a bit above my head. I lifted up with my tools and started working. I messed around with the pick, pressing in and hearing the pins click and bounce. I got a couple set and saw a light in the corner of my eye. I jumped down, removing my pick from the keyway. I laid behind the stair and prayed that whoever it was wouldn’t find me. The light drew closer, and the guard directed the light straight up the stairs onto the door. He aimed the light beam slightly high, so I was still in the shadows. As he left, I let out a small sigh of relief. I went back to the door and continued working. Soon, I had the door open. Sweat was dripping from my mane, brought about by fear. I was scared now as I stepped inside. The room was dark, and since there were no lights I lit a match and spread it onto a stick. It made a torch that lit the place well enough for me to make my way around. I walked behind the counter and found a small door that led back to the safe. Strangely, it was unlocked, so I went back and went up to the large door. I looked at the large steel surface, reflecting my torch light straight back at me from its polished surface. It took me a moment to see the problem. “There’s no keyhole,” I said in disbelief. I had prepared all this with the presumption that I could pick the safe lock. “Damn it. Why?” The lock was most likely magic-operated, since the books I had read told me that those are the safest kinds, since only a few unicorns would know the actual spell to get in. However, it did say there was a way to bypass the lock by using “fake magic.” It said that all lock magic was a layer of barriers, and that each one had a hole that dispelled it. The unicorn’s spell would pass through all these holes and break all the barriers, opening the lock. The only way to bypass the barriers is if pony could get a pick through all the barriers in quick succession, fast enough to mimic a spell. There was a tiny time window where the picker could slow down for a moment, but aside from that it was a difficult process. I knew that it was my chance to help myself and my family, and I had to take it. I grabbed my pick and moved it around in the small opening between the door and the frame until I felt it hit a hard barrier that sent a small shock up my foreleg. I pulled out the pick and pushed it back in, this time on top of the barrier, fighting against the numbing shock. I moved it around on the wall, pressing until it managed to fall into one of the holes. My hoof shot forward a half-inch and was stopped as the pick slammed into the next barrier. I heard a small crack, and knew that my pick was weakening. I moved the pick around again, but within two seconds the first barrier reformed, and it forced my pick out. I had to move fast once I got in. The good was that I could mark and remember where the holes were and eventually get them all. An hour or so later, I found myself breaking into the final barrier. My foreleg was a mess of numbness, and as I tried to stand on it, I nearly collapsed. I stomped it hard against the ground and felt nothing. The safe door clicked and began to slide open. Light began to pour into the room, and I slipped inside once the opening was wide enough. I looked around at the container and saw millions of bits piled up inside, a scene that nearly made me faint. I pulled out the bag I brought and began to throw them in. The clinking gave me some happiness, but it also gave a deep, dark regret. I knew what I was doing was illegal and I knew that if they found out who did it they’d arrest me. I pushed those thoughts to the side. I didn’t have the time to worry about morals or ethics or anything. I had to get the money and get out. The bag began to split as I pushed in the last few bits. I took a long pause and steadied myself. I ran from the safe, making sure to close it behind me. There was a single huff of escaping air as it was sealed off and the barriers were closed. I darted out of the door, closing it behind me and hitting the street at a breakneck pace, trying to get home before anypony saw me. I got home and stopped outside, panting heavily. I had to be quiet getting back in. I slowly opened the door and winced whenever a creak came from it. I closed it as silently as possible as I stepped in. The bag of coins chinked together lightly in the night, and I pulled them to the main room. As I dropped it, a candle was lit and I saw my father, standing in the doorway to his room and looking at me in confusion. “What?” he said, unable to process. “D-dad!” I stammered, racking my brain for an excuse. “W-well, I heard something while I was s-sleeping, s-so I came out and there was a big bag full of bits! Somepony gave us a g-good gift to h-help us!” He let out a gasp as he looked at me, “Your cutie mark.” My eyes widened and I looked at my flank. There it was, clear as day. A lockpick and a lock, sitting across my rump. “What?” I said in muted astonishment. I had managed to get a cutie mark without trying, and without any drive to earn one. “Where did you get that money?” Dad asked, coming up to me and looking me dead in the eyes. There was pain behind his gaze, hurt that his daughter had gotten a cutie mark in something like lockpicking, hurt that he discovered it in the middle of the night after I had done a terrible deed. “You’re dirty and sweaty, and your cutie mark.” I had to tell him. There was no other way. I gulped and began to speak, fearing what would become of me because of my actions. I had messed up bad, and it would haunt me forever. > Chapter Two: Stolen [Stealth] > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- STOLEN A MILLION LIGHTS IN THE SKY by Nexosaur “Come on!” I tore myself away from the window to the shop, picking up my saddlebag and running after my friends. They laughed as we ran through the mildly busy streets, having yet to reach their full bustle that morning. Starry Eyes stopped by a vacant lot and looked inside. There was a rose blooming in the middle of the dirt, sprouting up through the rocks. It was a sharp red in contrast to the brown setting, and was an immediate eye catcher for anypony. So, being the inquisitive plant collector that he was, Starry Eyes plucked it out with a simple levitation spell. “You gonna study that, too?” Turquoise asked mockingly. “Like every other damn plant you pick up everyday?” “No!” Starry Eyes spat back, sticking his tongue out. “I’m keeping it to look at. Besides, it’s not like it’s any different than how you pick up rocks and take them home.” “But rocks are way more interesting than some stupid petals and stems,” the blue-coated colt replied, spitting on the sidewalk. “They’re strong and shiny and come in different colors and forms! Some are also more rare than some dumb rose.” The white colt huffed angrily back and I snickered. He looked and me and started laughing. Turquoise began as well, his broad shoulders moving heavily with it. They were my very best friends in the world, and I was nearing a plight with them as we drew closer to school. Right now the saddlebag and their lack of focus had prevented them from seeing it, but I had a cutie mark, and it wasn’t something a good kid like me would be expected to get. The silhouette of a pony, slowly fading out, sat on my flank, and it would only take a glance to know what my talent was. I wasn’t proud of it at all, and I wanted to stay free from it as long as possible. Starry Eyes’ talent was astronomy, and spent a good chunk of his free time in the observatory, looking at the planets and writing random facts or observations as he watched. He had a hobby of collecting plants, and a secondary hobby of examining them. He was more well known for the latter. Turquoise, a nickname we gave him thanks to his love for rocks and his light blue coat, was talented with stones and gems and minerals of every kind. His real name was Shine Stone. He was built like a rock as well, with a large build and plenty of muscle to go around. He was good at sports, and put his physique to use daily. Me, well, they called my Stealth, due to my incredible invisibility spells, something I came up with on my own, and was also very adept at. I could make myself completely vanish and could walk around silently thanks to my light weight and scrawny figure. My coat was a dark grey, adding to the idea that my future was a dark one. Of course, the school where I went, Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, only assumed that I was to be a spellmaker when I grew up, destined to create spells for unicorns around Equestria. Now I had given them a definite answer to my future ahead. We arrived at the tall gates for the school, looming over the sidewalk and the fence stretching on down the boulevard. Two statues, one of Celestia and one of Luna, kept watch over the entryway. I had heard rumors that there was a magical gate that kept out ponies not marked with a specific spell, but I had never seen the rumor to be true. On most days, we would live in dorms on the grounds, but we had just gotten back from the break, and now we were to resume life at the school. The dorms sat near the main campus, which covered a fair bit of land, having buildings filled with all kinds of hobbies and classes and practice rooms. “See ya,” Turquoise said, starting to run off to his first class. “Yeah, I should go as well,” Starry Eyes seconded, starting to go in a different direction. “See you in Spells!” I followed a small path to my first class, and the day began. Eight hours later, I emerged from my final class, rejoicing in my freedom. I met up with Starry Eyes and Turquoise in the cafeteria, where we ate an early dinner, and I went back to my dorm to study. In the dorm, I was roommates with Turquoise and another colt we called “Hive.” He was able to control large groups of creatures with one spell, and turn them into a single “hive mind.” It was a really cool ability, but we rarely saw it since he never showed up in the dorms until late at night, where he promptly falls asleep. I unlocked the door and opened it, and was surprised to find the lights on and the room messy. “Hive?” I asked. “Yeah?” he replied, a quiver in his voice, something he had always had. “Just checking it’s you,” I replied, walking and setting my stuff down. It took a few seconds for it to register that another pony was in our midst. I was about to lie back on my bed when I saw the brown coated filly looking at Hive, who was handing her food. She was dirty and scruffy, and her mane was long and gnarly, twisting and tangling into a mess of dirt. She had bruises on her face and around her body, and she was taking the food from Hive tentatively, fear in her eyes. “Who the hell is that?” I asked, dumbstruck. “I found her wandering in the woods,” Hive replied, giving her another piece of lettuce. “They’re hardly woods,” I said, coming up behind him. “They’re just a clump of trees big enough to go exploring in for ten minutes.” “Woods enough for me,” Hive huffed, turning to me and just giving the filly the rest of the lettuce, which she began eating greedily. “Does she go here?” I asked, more or less convinced about the answer. “Obviously not,” he replied. “How’d she get in?” I asked, recalling the statues. “Isn’t there a guard against unauthorized ponies?” “I got through it,” the filly said, jumping off the bed. After devouring the lettuce, she looked a lot happier. Now she was smirking at the two of us, pride glowing on her features. “It wasn’t too hard to get through.” I saw that she was an earth pony and tried to put it together, “Wait, how did you get through if you’re just an earth pony?” She looked offended at that and came up to me, staring me straight in the eyes. It was hard to not comment on her smell. “Just because I’m not a unicorn doesn’t mean I can’t get past some fancy-schmancy magic mumbo-jumbo,” she spat out, getting a bit of spit on my fur. “I can get through any barrier, even this one.” “Okay,” I said, turning my head away to save my nostrils. “Say, Hive, have you offered her a shower?” “Wow,” she said disappointingly. “You asked about the shower before the name. Aren’t you polite?” “I don’t plan on you staying, so it hardly matters if I know your name,” I replied, pushing her back. “The least you can do is clean yourself and go.” She stuck her tongue out and stomped over to the bathroom, where she slammed the door. There were a few seconds of silence, presumably to figure out the shower controls, and then the rush of water could be heard. “I want her to stay,” Hive said the moment this happened, a smile crossing his face. “I know she’s only been here for thirty minutes at most, and a large part of the time was just me giving her lettuce, but I feel like we’ve truly bonded.” “No, you’re an idiot,” I said bluntly, hitting him on the shoulder. “We’re not keeping some filly in our room. In a guy’s dorm especially.” “Are you saying you are Turquoise plan on doing something really nasty to her?” “Of course not,” I replied, facehoofing. “I just mean that there will be more awkwardness with a filly around. We’ll probably have to substitute half of our jokes and tone down the innuendo. I can’t deal with that. Also, what about her... heat?” “Is she even old enough?” Hive asked, glancing back to make sure the shower was still running. “There’s supposed to be an age when it starts, but I can’t remember what it is.” “I’m not asking her,” I said, shaking my head vigorously. “And she most likely won’t tell us. Honestly, that settles it. I think life will just suck if she stays here.” “But I want her to stay!” Hive said, pouting. “I don’t think she’ll have a problem with us at all! She was covered in dirt and has super tangled hair and everything! She probably doesn’t care about innuendo or inappropriate jokes!” I fought hard against Hive’s emotions, but it was hard. I could tell he trying his damndest to convince me, and I was struggling. The shower stopped, and I froze. I had to make up my mind now. As she stepped out, dripping water onto the floor, I walked up to her. “You can stay for now,” I started, almost feeling Hive’s burst of happiness from behind me. “But just be warned that you may have to leave anytime.” “Sure, whatever,” she replied, starting to go towards the carpet. “Stop!” I declared, pushing her back. “Get a towel and dry yourself off. No dripping water onto the carpet.” “Fine,” she said, going back. “Also, there’s a bunch of crusty, dried stuff on the walls in there. You should do something about that.” “Yeah,” Hive said from behind me. “You and Turquoise have to control your urges.” “Don’t pretend you’ve never done it,” I said back, gritting my teeth. “Hey, if I do it, I do it out in the forest.” I gagged a bit, “The hell, man? That’s gross.” The filly came back in, dried off. “So,” I said, stepping up to her. “Let’s restart this whole thing. What’s your name?” “Lock Pick,” she replied, playing with her mane, now just a tangled mess and not a dirt-filled tangled mess. “Talented at lockpicking and other forms of bypass.” “Stealth,” I said. “Talented at... things.” “No cutie mark or something?” she said, growing a mischievous smile. “Hah! You look older than me, and even I have my cutie mark!” She went over and looked at my flank and saw the silhouette. “Huh?” she said in a bit of surprise. “You do have a cutie mark? And your talent is... stealth?” I turned away from her and bit my lip, “Y-yeah... it is. You got a problem?” “Well with the way you’re acting, you do.” “Am I just being left out over here?” Hive said, exasperated. “Fine. What’s your name?” “Hive,” he said proudly, flaunting his cutie mark, a small hypnosis circle. “My talent is controlling groups as one mind.” “Cool,” Lock Pick said, sounding somewhat truthful about it. Hive beamed with pride as she turned back to me. “Why do you have a problem with it? Mine is basically the same as yours. I pick locks, you hide.” “Don’t make it sound like we work together or something,” I said. “It’s not that big a deal, my cutie mark.” “But it hurts to you, doesn’t it?” she replied, stepping up to me. “You don’t want that cutie mark, do you?” “It doesn’t matter!” I shouted, pushing her back. She stumbled and fell on her flank, and suddenly she fell to her side and started shaking. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice starting to break with tears. “I didn’t mean for this.” She covered her face and shuddering violently, and tears were falling from her face to the floor, splashing silently onto the sea of grey. I was incredibly emotionally conflicted on what to do. I didn’t know whether to help her or sit and watch. I chose the former and reached out. “It’s alright,” I said, taking her hoof gently. Her crying paused as she looked at me, her eyes watery and full of grief. I saw a strange spark from behind them for a moment, as if she realized something completely alien inside her head. She jumped into a hug, and pressed her head against my shoulder. I held her, uncertain of her emotions, but willing to help with them. She lifted her head back and looked deep into our eyes, our noses almost touching. I blushed as I saw her face, and I noticed that she was pretty cute. “Thanks,” she said, blushing back. “I appreciated that.” “You’re welcome,” I replied, letting go. “It was just a–” Her lips met mine, and suddenly I forgot where my sentence was going. Hive watched with a strange curiosity and the whole thing, wondering what he missed that led to this. I guess he would’ve missed it. It was something that only the two of us noticed. A spark of some strange love that made no sense in logical context, but perfect sense to me and to her. I heard the door open, but put that behind me, focusing only on the kiss. When we released, I felt a strong hoof pat my shoulder, and Lock Pick gasped. “You’ve got a hell of story, now don’t ya?” Turquoise asked, giving me the goofiest smile I had ever seen. “I think this is the first time you’ve ever brought a random filly over here.”