Pizzelle thought being a parent would be easy. Unfortunately, no matter how nice a young kitsune is, trouble is sure to follow.
Pizzelle has always wanted a child. She wished and pleaded to the stars above, but no answer. Now, she has it in the form of a little Kitsune.
Of course, raising a completely different species that is renowned for mischief is not easy. Not to mention the danger of being exposed to too much cuteness.
Yesterday seemed such a long time ago. It felt like ages to Pizzelle when she stopped to think about it. Just two days prior, she was a simple, small town baker. Now she was a heroine and put an end to a daemon goddess. She couldn’t get any sleep last night because of it. There was just too much to think about, which is saying something with a pony like her. She was used to thinking about all sorts of thing; ponies, places, things. You name it and she knew it. She wasn’t nicknamed ‘Info Dump’ in school for nothing. She always hated that nickname however.
Now she just wanted to think of one little guy. Pizzelle had always wanted children. It was a dream of hers and she was ever so jealous of her baking friends with families of their own. She didn’t want to be. She loved her friends, both old and new. Yet, whenever she saw their kids playing around during their get togethers…. It always sparked a little yearning in her heart and a pain in her womb. Even if she kept saying it was nothing when they noticed, everypony knew she wanted one. So, she decided to pony up for once.
“Pizzelle,” Redheart put a comforting hoof on her shoulder. “You don’t have to go through with this right now. You can give it a bit more time. There’s always tomorrow.”
Pizzelle didn’t find it odd that she was now friends with the local nurse. In fact, she wondered why she never hung out or invited her in for a little tea. Redheart was a kind mare and deserved a little respite. Pizzelle wanted to make it up to her and well…She couldn’t help but let slip what she was doing. She was terrible at keeping secrets. It wasn’t like she was going to keep her child secret forever, but she did want a little more privacy in the matter. ‘That’s what I get for being a little chatterbox.’
Pizzelle shook her head. “No hun, I need to do this.” She stared at the outside doors of the Ponyville orphanage. It was a large, furnished building that was painted in the traditional yellow and orange colors matching the sun’s radiance. Children were never taken for granted in Equestria and no expense was too great to ensure their happiness and survival. Pizzelle took in a deep breath. “Sugar, I know you think I’m rushing into this, but I’m sure. Why I’ve never been surer in my whole life and that’s saying something. Presto always said that when I made up my mind, I stuck to it like glue. That’s what I’m going to do now, Redheart. I’m going to march into that building and get what I came here for. Mark my words, that’s what’s going to happen.”
“I know,” Redheart frowned. “But this is a big responsibility. It’s something that will be with you for the rest of your life.”
“Redheart,” Pizzelle’s expression wavered. Doubt lingered in her heart, but she steeled herself. “I have to do this.” Redheart just nodded, but gave her friend a concerned gaze.
Pushing open the doors, they were hit instantly with the sounds of laughter and playing. Most rooms were held deeper inside the building, but for kids, the whole world was a playground. Lately, it had been rather busy and the orphanage had more kids than it usually did. It was a bitter reminder of Nightmare Moon’s return.
The lobby itself was furnished and immaculate, surprising in a place so full of children. Of course, this was home to quite a few priestesses and caregivers. They could handle the children well. There were some highly exquisite paintings and busts of national heroes about. A small, golden statue of Celestia with her wings outstretched in a regal posture was at the end of the room.
It didn’t take long for somepony to meet them. That somepony was a colt that came running into the lobby. Thankfully, before the colt could accidentally knock over a bust, High Priestess Bon Bon raced over and grabbed hold of him with a firm grip of her foreleg. “Lickety Split, no running in the lobby.”
The colt bowed his head. “I’m sorry, Priestess.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, “ Bon Bon smiled and nuzzled his head. “Just remember not to do it again.” The colt nodded and took off. She sighed. Even with her frustration, she looked heavenly in her purple gown and red, blessed crown. A golden necklace with Celestia's mark hung around her neck. “Children….” She blinked in confusion for a few seconds when she saw the two mares there. Then a spark of recognition hit her and she smiled. “Most esteemed bearers, how may I be of assistance?” She bowed her head.
Pizzelle still wasn’t used to all the high privileged treatment and looks she was getting. Yes, she helped save the country from an evil goddess, but she was still a normal mare. Well as normal as a pegasus that can see through illusions and magic can be.
“My friend Pizzelle is here to make a request,” Redheart spoke up.
“Oh?” Bon Bon gazed at Pizzelle. It was warm and comforting, befitting a priestess. “And what may that be?”
“Oh nothing really,” Pizzelle chuckled nervously. “Just a little something I’ve always wanted. I’ve been meaning on stopping by for quite some time now, but there’s just been so much to do. My friends and I, you know the ones I had before you all,” she said that part to Redheart. “Well, we’ve been having little contests and fund raisers to help our troops at the borders. The poor dears. My heart goes out to those fine stallions and mares that fight so far away from home. So we thought we’d make some pastries and raise some bits to send their way.”
“A noble cause,” Bon Bon nodded. “But you still haven’t answered my question. Why are you here?”
“It’s private,” Redheart said, stopping what could only be another random tirade from Pizzelle’s mouth.
“I see,” Bon Bon gestured to her office. It wasn’t that far from the main lobby. The three of them trotted over and into her office. It was small and mundane. Priestesses were never to indulge themselves, only to give aid and care to everypony around them. To do anything that would be considered selfish was an affront to Celestia herself and pure heresy. The only things inside really was a small bookcase, a desk and chair, with some Equestrian banners on the walls. She closed the door behind them. “Take a seat. I don’t know what you may be about to ask, but it could take some time.”
The two other mares nodded and sat down before her.
Bon Bon took her seat opposite of them. She then put her hooves on top of the desk. “What is the request? Is it so urgent to ask it to be private?”
“Well….” Pizzelle said, gulping. “As you know, I’m getting along in my years. I may not be old, but I’m not as young as I used to. In my time, I’ve never had any luck with having kids of my own.” She glanced at her stomach momentarily, before looking at Bon Bon. “And don’t think I haven’t tried. Celestia knows I have, bless her eternally and may her rule continue.”
“So you wish for a child of your own,” Bon Bon hummed in thought. “Understandable. Every mare wants a child to love and call their own. You need not worry about this. However—“ she narrowed her eyes. “Even with your status as a bearer taken into account, there are still rules and regulations to follow. Thankfully, since you are a native of Ponyville, we have enough evidence to suggest you are a blessed citizen of our Holy Majesty’s country. The question is: Are you ready to be a mother? This is no simple task.”
“Of course I am,” Pizzelle chuckled and waved a hoof to dismiss any doubt. “I’m great with kids. Hay, I watch over Dinky, Sparkler, and that rambunctious Button Mash. Curious colt, always in his video games. Never really care for them myself. They’re too flashy and those arcades are expensive. It would be too much hassle to get one myself and all. Wouldn’t even know where to put it.”
“So you’ve watched kids with their mothers present, but not by themselves?” Bon Bon asked.
“Well…yeah, but I know enough.” Pizzelle said with determination. “I promise you, I can be a great mother. Just ask anypony in town, they’ll vouch for me.”
“I don’t mean to question your caregiving skills,” Bon Bon said. “This is just a huge responsibility, but I see that you are not going to budge in this manner. We shall have a colt or filly picked out for you by the end of the week.”
“I already have the child in mind,” Pizzelle said. “Aki Hikaru. He's just the cutest little ball of fluff you could ever see.”
Bon Bon’s eyes widened. “You would raise a non-pony? A kitsune? Why? There are plenty of pony children in need of a good home. I could bring in a few-“
“Aki Hikaru,” Pizzelle frowned. “I saved him from that dreadful forest. The poor dear’s been through so much in the last couple of days. He deserves some happiness.”
“He can have happiness with his own kind,” Bon Bon firmly stated. “I already have the order being written up to send him back to Vulpan where he belongs.”
“He belongs with me,” Pizzelle was not one to bear her fangs, even to a priestess, but she couldn’t help it. Pegasi have the unmistakable habit of bearing their fangs when they're angry, to try and scare their opponents. It’s a natural response.
Bon Bon reeled back.
“Pizzelle,” Redheart put a comforting hoof on her friend’s shoulder. “Calm down. She didn’t mean anything by it.”
“Yes,” Bon Bon regained her composure. She gave Pizzelle a frustrated glare. “I do suggest you keep those fangs of yours in your mouth, please.”
“Sorry,” Pizzelle sighed.
“Since you seem so adamant on being a mother, to a non-pony no less,” Bon Bon shook her head. “We shall grant it. However, you must know and follow the procedure. You will be given him for one week and in that time you are to bond with him. Since this is an extraordinary circumstance, I myself will come by the end of the allotted time. I will see if the child is doing well in his new home and to see if you are still willing to raise him. If you are, you shall be able to keep him. If not, he will be sent to Vulpan where he will be given to kitsune parents. With that in mind, if you choose to keep him, you still need to come to me once a month for the next two years.”
Pizzelle nodded, feeling giddy about what was about to happen. “I will.”
“Then congratulations,” Bon Bon smiled. “You just became the proud mother of a kitsune.”
Pizzelle was as giddy as ever as Bon Bon guided them through the orphanage. It was a testament to their faith and devotion to Princess Celestia that the priestesses were able to keep the kids so happy. Prayers to the sun goddess, love, and kind words kept the little ones bright and ready to tackle the world. Sometimes she envied the Priestesses. They had such strength and courage. They also got to deal with children all day, which was a plus in of itself. Of course, that didn’t matter right now. She was going to be a mother. ‘I’m going to be a mother! Yes!’ She had never felt so happy before.
“Before you take him,” Bon Bon spoke up, breaking her out of her thoughts. “I must let you know this. It has taken much effort on our part to keep him happy. The loss of his parents still bears heavily on his soul.”
Pizzelle frowned. “The poor dear, but don’t you worry none. He’ll be smiling in no time.”
“I will pray for that,” Bon Bon said as they entered one of the bedrooms. There were several beds, most of them were empty, except for the odd one napping or playing in bed. One of the nappers was little Aki Hikaru. He was curled up tightly into a ball. “Hikaru? There is somepony here who wants to meet you.”
The little kitsune stirred, uncurling himself. He yawned and looked up. He quickly bowed when he took notice of Bon Bon. “Hello Priestess Bon Bon, what….” His eyes widened when he saw Pizzelle.
Pizzelle smiled. “Hello sweetie.”
“Miss Pizzelle!” Aki Hikaru jumped out of bed and tackled Pizzelle chest. Given his small size and weight, it didn’t budge her. He hugged her and she hugged back. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh I just wanted to drop by and see how you are doing,” Pizzelle nuzzled him. “Of course, I was sure you were doing alright. I mean, you are in the exquisite care of Priestess Bon Bon. Oh such a loving mare, isn’t she Redheart?”
“She’s nice,” Redheart nodded.
“I would hope so,” Bon Bon chuckled. “Otherwise I would be a terrible representative of our faithful sun goddess, may she rule forever.” She bowed her head at the mention of Celestia.
“Of course,” Pizzelle nodded. “Oh I remember when you first became a sun priestess. Oh you were so excited you couldn’t stop hopping around everywhere. It was almost like you were on a sugar rush. It was so adorable. Oh yes, very adorable. I just wanted to pick you up and hug you so tight. I actually did that a couple of times.”
“Yes,” Bon Bon rolled her eyes. “I’m just thankful I’m an Earth Pony or you’d have broken some ribs with how tight you were hugging me.” Pizzelle blushed in embarrassment. “Right,” she turned her attention back to Hikaru. “Anyways, how are you, hun?”
“I’m doing good, Miss Pizzelle.” Hikaru chirped happily. “The ponies here are really nice, though some of them don’t want to get near me.”
“Oh how rude of them,” Pizzelle frowned. She had an inkling as to why. Kitsune are predators. Earth ponies and unicorns are usually distrustful of carnivores, even omnivores such as pegasi. It was why it took a while for the other two races to accept them. Yet, unlike pegasi, Hikaru lived solely off of meat. He couldn’t eat plants. “Oh so very rude. Isn’t that rude, Priestess?”
Bon Bon nodded her head. “I shall speak with the children later about this.”
“Thank you,” Hikaru said. “But I don’t want anyone to be in trouble because of me.”
“And they aren’t,” Pizzelle smiled. “Hun, some ponies can’t help but feel scared of the unknown and you’re pretty unknown to a lot of ponies. Why, I don’t think that many Equestrians have ever even seen a kitsune. No, they have not. I wouldn’t even know about them if not for Presto taking me to Japan. Oh, what a lovely country. I actually envy Honored Flame, our grand diplomat to Japox. He gets to spend so much time over there. I would say it’s not fair. Simply not fair. Oh look at me, rambling on and on about far away paces. I should be talking about somewhere closer, hmm? Oh yes, definitely. Hikaru, how would you like to come home with me?”
Hikaru gasped. “Really? You’re gonna let me stay with you?” His eyes sparkled with happiness. Pizzelle nodded. “YATTA!” He yelled excitedly in his native tongue. “Saikō no tsuitachi shijō!”
“Watashi wa sore o kiite ureshī.” Pizzelle giggled, snuggly him even tighter to her chest. ‘Oh this is going to work out perfectly.’ _________________________________________________________________________________
“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?” Redheart gave Pizzelle a concerned stare. The three of them, with Hikaru on Pizzelle’s back, had made their way back to Pizzelle’s house. It wasn’t that long of a trip, since Ponyville was a small community with only around a thousand inhabitants more or less. Of course, some families had moved elsewhere after the Nightmare Moon fiasco, so it felt in some way empty. “I have personal experience with raising Lightning.”
Pizzelle chuckled. “Hun, you worry too much. Me and little Hikaru are going to be peachy. Really peachy.” The two came to stop at her front door. “I appreciate your help and your concerns, but I’ve got everything taken care of. Trust me on this.”
“If you’re sure,” Redheart frowned, her tail swishing uncertainly. “Just let me know if you need any help or even some advice.”
“Sugar,” Pizzelle rolled her eyes. It was starting to get annoying with how her friend was acting. “I’ve been around kids my whole life.”
“Yes,” Redheart nodded. “But this isn’t just some fans or your friend’s kids. This is your child. You have to take care of him twenty four hours a day. It’s a big responsibility.”
Pizzelle huffed and opened the door. “Go on inside,” she softly told Hikaru. He nodded and bolted indoors. She turned back to Redheart and gave her a hard look. “I have been living on my own for several years with a successful little business. Hun, if that doesn’t make me responsible, I don’t know what will.”
Redheart sighed. “I’m not going to change your mind on this, so good luck.” She bid her fare well and walked off.
“Take care now,” Pizzelle smiled and waved the nurse off. She walked inside and closed the door. “Hikaru, are you hungry?....Hikaru?” She tilted her ears in several directions as she moved forward. Pony ears can be quite sensitive to small sounds. It wasn’t really needed, since her house was kind of small, but she did feel nervous with letting him out of her sight. ‘I mean, what if one of those nasty nightmare brutes survived?’ She thought with worry. “Hikaru, are you alright?”
Pizzelle could hear some chuckling coming from down the hallway. She rolled her eyes. “Sugar, this isn’t the time for games. It’s lunchtime and a little one such as yourself needs to eat. I don’t want you to go starving yourself.”
She trotted along to where she heard the chuckling. She then noticed the hallway was longer than normal. It was taking her a longer time to….
Pizzelle sighed. ‘He’s using an illusion.’ She could see it clearly now. Sometimes, she wondered if illusion magic was her special talent. Hikaru’s chuckling continued, which aggravated her. A part of her wanted to yell for him to come to her, but that would be rude. Very, very rude. So, she had to find the little rascal. She quickly trotted down the few hallways and rooms in her house. It was only a small two story house. It shouldn’t be hard to find a little Kitsune. ______________________________________________________________________________
“Where is he?” Pizzelle mumbled to herself as she ran through the house. She had spent the last four hours running from room to room for any sign of him. He was still there, she knew that. His illusions kept popping up. At first it was coherent, but soon it was sort of random. Like opening the bathroom door and finding a clown trying to throw illusion pies. He was definitely still in the building. It was just that she couldn’t find him. It was getting to her. Her mane was a mess and her eyes spoke openly of her distress. “Where is he?” She opened her closet for the twelfth time. She had been doing this again and again for the last few hours….Well, most of that was just pacing and talking.
“He’s got to be here,” Pizzelle paced around her room. “Where is he? I can see his illusions everywhere, but why can’t I see him. I should be able to see him. Something wrong here. Oh so very wrong. I can’t lose him now. I just got him. No, no, no,” she shook her head desperately.
‘My poor baby’s gone! No, please Celestia, no. Why can’t this ever work?!!’ She silently pleaded. Her fear growing into anger as she grit her teeth. Her wings flared and her hind legs tensed. “He’s here somewhere!” She bucked her bed, flipping it into a wall with a loud crash. While a normal Pegasus wouldn’t have been able to do that, she was different. Her mother was an Earth Pony, so her body was sturdier and her bones thicker than regular pegasi. Of course, this meant she wasn’t that great of a flyer in both speed or maneuverability, but she could get by well enough. She was still a better flyer than Ditzy and Raindrops, though she would never flaunt it. That would be rude. Oh so very rude. She felt better on the solid earth anyways.
“Miss Pizzelle?” A weary little voice spoke up.
Pizzelle looked over to see little Hikaru. He was covered in flour, peanut butter, and jelly. “Hikaru?...HIKARU!” She rushed over and hugged him close to her. “I’m so glad you’re alright. Oh you had me worried, hun. Oh so very worried.”
“Why?” Hikaru yawned, nuzzling the mare and accidently smearing the stuff into her fur.
“I couldn’t find you, hun.” Pizzelle explained, nuzzling him back. She honestly didn’t care about being dirty at this point. “Where were you anyways?”
“In the kitchen,” Hikaru beamed. “I was hungry, so I decided to go and make myself something. I don’t really know how to cook or anything really since my…mommy used to.” He looked downcast. “But, I made one anyways!” He declared happily.
‘That would explain the peanut butter and jelly, but why flour?’ Pizzelle pondered. “So you spent four hours making sandwiches?”
“Nope,” Hikaru shook his head. “Then I took a nap under the couch.”
Pizzelle face-hooved. “Of course you did.” ‘Thank Celestia I bucked the bed and not the couch.’ She would hate herself if she had hurt her precious little one. “Hikaru, why didn’t you come and tell me? You kind of distracted me with your illusions.”
“That was for fun,” Hikaru grinned. “But I wanted to make the food by myself, since I’m a big kitsune. That and I was really tired, Miss Pizzelle.”
“I thought you were getting a good night’s rest at the…rest home,” Pizzelle wasn’t going to say orphanage. Not now anyways.
Hikaru was silent for a moment. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
A part of Pizzelle really did want to talk about it. It was her nature after all, but he was a child. If he had been an adult, most assuredly she’d have asked anyways. No, this was her child now. She was going to make him happy. “Alright,” she sighed. “Let’s go see the damage.”
A few moments later, Pizzelle leant against the doorway with her jaw hanging loose. Inside was her precious kitchen. Oh, Hikaru had placed an ‘illusion’ over it to make it seem okay, but she could see right through it. ‘Trashed’ would be a kind word to describe it. No, it was utterly destroyed. Eggs had been cast everywhere with the yolk oozing down the walls. Flour coated the floors and table. The jelly and peanut butter smears almost made it seem like the two sides had been duking it out. It was a warzone.
“Look Miss Pizzelle,” Hikaru ran over and jumped onto a stool. He pointed to a sloppy PB and J sandwich. “I made you one too.”
Pizzelle didn’t say anything. Her mouth opened and closed for a couple of minutes. This was her beloved kitchen. Her family were born and raised in such and it was disheartening to see it in such disarray. A part of her wanted to scream. Of course, she couldn’t. Not at her son. Instead, she steeled all her anger and frustration inside and sighed. “Thank you.” She trotted over and picked up the sandwich. It was soggy and had some eggshells on it, but she didn’t care right then and there. She just ate, inwardly grumbling to herself as Hikaru wagged his tail happily.
‘Celestia preserve me, what have I gotten myself into?’
“Yo,” Lightning knocked on Pizzelle’s door. “Pizzelle. Open up for sec, I’m starving.” Her knocks weren’t the least bit soft, but she was a pegasus after all. There wasn’t enough power in her blows to do any lasting harm. She waited a few minutes, tapping her hoof impatiently on the ground. “Come on, open up. I’m starving out here.”
There still was no answer.
Lightning huffed in irritation. ‘What the hay is taking her? I mean, I don’t normally go to her shop for snacks, but isn’t that what friends do? They go over to their places and eat their food. Cloudchaser never has a problem when I do that with her.’ She flew up to a window and spied through it. “Lights are on, but where is she.”
For a moment, the brash pegasus thought about coming at another time. Obviously Pizzelle was busy with something. All Lightning would need was patience. However, Lightning was not a baker nor did she have patience. She didn’t know how long bakers needed to do things and really didn’t care. She was going to get a snack here or just go snack on a pidgeon. There were a few flying around already, but feathers weren’t something she was found of. She tapped the window. “Hello? Anypony home? Come on!”
Just then the door opened. “Yes?” Pizzelle’s dreary voice called out.
“Finally,” Lightning huffed, flapping downwards. “You know, I don’t normally go for breads and stuff, I prefer….” She paused when she saw how ragged Pizzelle looked. She was covered in flour and all sorts of food products, her normally poofy mane was in shambles, and she looked positively drained. “Whoa, what happened. It looks likes you took a ride in a food tornado or something.”
“Hikaru,” Pizzelle tiredly huffed. “The name of that tornado is Hikaru.”
“That cute little kitsune?” Lightning quirked an eyebrow. “You sure? I didn’t think he’d be that destructive. Got to hoof it to him though. Sounds like he’s got a lot of spunk.”
“You don’t know the half of it,” Pizzelle sighed. “Oh he’s so adorable and well mannered, but… He’s really playful and I don’t think the darling likes to admit it, but he’s not exactly… How do I say it, good at a lot of things still.”
“Like baking?” Lightning couldn’t help but snicker at Pizzelle’s predicament. At her frown, she tried to stop. Well, try was the correct word. “Okay, okay. He’s a little troublemaker. Say, where is the little guy?”
“Probably lounging on the couch,” Pizzelle stated. “He ate nearly his own weight in pork. Went right through my supplies. Gave him a little tummy ache, the poor dear. I gave him a little medicine, so he should be doing alright.”
“So why is he here anyways?” Lightning asked. “Shouldn’t he be at the orphanage.”
Lightning blinked a few times in confusion. “You adopted him?” At Pizzelle’s nod, Lightning quirked her head sideways. “So how is he taking having a new mom?”
Pizzelle frowned. “Well, technically I’m not his mother yet. I’m more of his guardian for a week until I can formalize it with High Sun Priestess Bon Bon at the end of it. I’m crossing my wings and hoping she’ll let me take him. Until then, I’m just his legal guardian. It’s nice, but having him with me now makes me wish for Bon Bon’s approval all that much sooner.”
“Pfft,” Lightning scoffed. “‘Course she will. I don’t really know you that well, but you seemed to really care about the little fox. She’d have to be brain dead to not see it.” She gave Pizzelle another glance over. “Say, how about I take him off your hooves for a bit? Maybe teach him a few hunting tips.”
“I don’t know,” Pizzelle rubbed the back of her head nervously. “I’ve never been much for hunting, what with my mother being an Earth pony and all. I never did get my father’s carnivorous habits and I’m not sure if he should have them.”
“Come on,” Lightning said. “It’ll be fun. You need a little time to relax and he needs a little time with the hunting master of Ponyville.” She smirked, putting a hoof to her chest in pride. “You need the rest and he needs some practice. Everyone know pegasi are the best predators and what better teacher than me?”
“Well….” Pizzelle glanced around, looking unsure of what to do. “The dear does need to get out…”
“Exactly,” Lightning nodded.
“Miss Pizzelle, who are you talking to?” Hikaru asked from further inside.
“Come over and see, deary.” Pizzelle happily called out. “It’s that nice pegasus, Lightning Dust. You remember her, don’t you?”
Hikaru seemed to materialize next to Pizzelle. “Hello, Miss Dust.” He bowed.
It took a moment for Lightning to remember that he used illusions, else she might have suspected he just teleported or something. She smiled. “Hello squirt. How’ve you been?”
Hikaru frowned and looked away. “Alright….” He nuzzled Pizzelle’s side. “Miss Pizzelle has been really nice to me, so it’s not all bad.”
Lightning’s smile faltered. ‘Poor kid. I know how it feels to lose a parent, but two at the same time? Harsh.’ She was just thankful the little kitsune didn’t end up with someone like her father. “Good to hear. Say, I was just talking with Pizzelle here and I was wondering if you’d like to go hunting with me. A little time with ‘The Master’-” Lightning flared her wings and puffed out her chest in a show of bravado. “-would really do you some good, don’t you think?”
Hikaru smiled and nodded. He then looked up at Pizzelle. “Can I go? Please, Miss PIzzelle?”
Even if Pizzelle was against it, there was no way anyone could say no to that cute little face. She smiled and nuzzled him. “Just be safe and play nice, hun. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Okay,” Hikaru happily chirped back and walked up to Lightning.
“And don’t go swimming in the lake without Lightning,” Pizzelle commented. “It can get very deep at points and you just ate. A little thing like you could cramp up and then….” Pizzelle gulped nervously. “Maybe this isn’t the best idea. Perhaps we could stay home and bake? That sounds like a marvelous idea, does it not? Oh yes, a simply marvelous idea. I’m sure I could teach you both a few things. Baking is a much safer activity than swimming.”
“We’re not going swimming,” Lightning Dust rolled her eyes. “And he’s not going to cramp up. I’ll teach him a few stretching exercises and the basics. No biggee. He’ll be a pro in no time. Besides, I’ll be watching him the whole time. What could go wrong?” When Pizzelle’s eyes widened in fear, Lightning chuckled. “Seriously, nothing’s going to go wrong. This isn’t a story you know. Just tempting fate like that isn’t going to come bite me in the flank later.”
It was at that exact moment that a certain white rabbit decided to take a trip to Whitetail Woods. _______________________________________________________________
Whitetail Woods was a little park near Ponyville. Like most of Equestria, minus the Everfree Forest, the ponies regulated the seasons and such here. While they didn’t do it as much as they did with the town, leaving for some ‘wild’ weather to pop up now and again, it was kept at bay well enough that none of it affected the town. It was a nice walkway for ponies and they often went here to relax by themselves or with family. The few animals here were tame and practically harmless. That made Whitetail Woods the perfect spot to train young pegasi how to hunt, or in this case, young kitsune.
“Now the first step is to get yourself nice and limber,” Lightning said, stretching out her body and flexing her wings. “You don’t want to cramp up during the hunt. Your prey is either going to get away, or turn on you.”
“Okay,” little Hikaru answered, stretching himself.
Lightning kept an eye on him through her own stretches to make sure he didn’t pull something. The last thing she wanted was for the kid to get hurt. Well, that and an angry mother. Yeah she didn’t know Pizzelle all that well since they hadn’t really met till the whole Nightmare Moon fiasco, but she had enough dealings with Ditzy to teach her about mothers. You never mess with their kids...Ever.
“Alright, I think you’re ready.” Lightning stopped stretching. Hikaru followed suit. “Now, the second step is to find out where your prey is. Thankfully, this is Whitetail Woods. There are little creatures running around everywhere. So we’ll just move on to the third step: Stalking. Now I’m not one for hiding, but you can’t just go charging around when on the hunt. You need to find a good place to hide so they can’t see you. Since you’re not a flyer, I can’t teach you in the air. So we’ll stick to bushes and the like.” Lightning trotted over to a bush. “A bush will do for now.”
“Okay, Miss Dust.” Hikaru ran over and leaped into the bush.
Lightning trotted into the bushes herself. “Now follow me,” she kept her voice leveled and crouched lower to the ground. Hunting like this wasn’t the pegasi way, since they preferred to dive bomb and chase their prey, but again, Hikaru wasn’t a pegasus. The two crept along the bushes until she found a suitable target.
A white rabbit.
Lightning predatorily grinned. ‘Too easy.’ She turned to the young kitsune. “Just watch, kid. I’ll bag this rabbit quicker than you can blink.” She crouched low to the ground and licked her lips. Rabbit was a little too lean for her tastes, but she wouldn’t complain about it. Besides, she didn’t get to eat meat that often, since most of Ponyville was made out of Earths and a few unicorns. They were herbivores and obviously found carnivorous traits...undesirable.
The rabbit was nibbling on some grass. You know, normal rabbit stuff. It didn’t notice her. Her muscles tensed and she licked her lips. Then, with a practiced motion, she lunged forward. With quick strides in less than two seconds she closed the gap. Her fangs were bared and she bit down….on air. She blinked a few times. “What the….” She looked down to see a rabbit hole. She growled. “I hate it when they do that.”
Just then, the rabbit popped out of another hole. An older and more experienced pegasus would probably quit just about now. Once a burrowing creature was in the ground, there was little chance of catching it. Unfortunately, Lightning wasn’t one to give up. So she lunged again. Like the last time, she only bit nothing.
The rabbit appeared again. It had the audacity to actually blow a raspberry at her. “Oh you are so dead.” She put extra effort into her next strike, leaning her head downwards….
Only to get her muzzle stuck in a rabbit burrow.
Lightning pulled herself free after a couple of seconds and started digging. While pegasi weren’t the greatest diggers, she was going to try and flush him out. Unfortunately, for her, the rabbit had other holes to pop out of. When she felt a small rock smash into her rump, she jumped up in surprise, yelping. She quickly looked to see the rabbit give her a ‘come get some’ posture with an infuriating smirk. She accepted his challenge.
There was never a name so ill befitting a being than the name of that rabbit: Angel. Oh how he loved the irony of it all. His Mistress was surely the greatest at naming. Although, she wouldn’t be happy that he left the safety of her forest to mess with ponies. She wasn’t the most fond of them, but she didn’t like him being mean to others. Still, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
The pegasus was proving to be a fun adversary. She was quick, he had to give her that. Quick and stupid. Oh yes, it was getting harder to dodge her as time went on. She was quick as lightning….
Actually, now that Angel popped out of a faraway hole, she looked like lightning arcing around the holes. Then he noticed something else. He was still over there, dodging her moves. He quirked an eyebrow at that. Then he heard laughter.
A golden fox was rolling on the ground, laughing up a storm. It was only a kid, but he was about the size of a grown fox. That wasn’t good for him either way. Foxes were much better at preying on rabbits then pegasi. The fox stopped rolling and looked at him, causing Angel to tense up.
“Hi, mister bunny.” The fox happily chirped. “I’m Aki Hikaru.”
Angel’s jaw dropped. A talking fox? That was a lot for him to take in. Still, he’d seen weirder. He gestured to the pegasi, in a questioning manner. Perhaps the fox knew how he was in two places at once.
“It’s a joke, silly.” Hikaru answered. “I like Miss Dust, but my mommy says that pranking others is a sign of friendship and I think it’s fun. Of course, my mommy said….” He chuckled then stopped. “Mommy….:” His ears flattened against his head and his head drooped. His eyes started to water.
Angel mentally groaned. He had dealt with enough pups and young creatures to know what was happening. This wasn’t going to be good for his ears.
Thankfully, a butterfly landed on Hikaru’s face. Given how he was an inquisitive child and a predator to boot, it immediately drew his attention. The young fox blinked a few times and then sneezed. The butterfly flew off and then back onto his face. He sneezed again and the butterfly repeated. The fox growled and swatted at the butterfly, causing it to fly away. The young fox ran after it. Angel sighed and followed just in case something happened. He wasn’t totally heartless.
Lightning huffed as stopped flying. She hadn’t really broken a sweat, but she was slightly panting. This rabbit was proving to be difficult. He was really working up her appetite. “Alright… Is that it?... I’ve seen faster turtles.” She lightly taunted, glancing around. “Where the hay are you?” She growled upon noticing the rabbit’s absence.
‘Great, he got away.’ Lightning inwardly groaned. ‘Can this day get any more aggravating?’
It was right at that moment that a red ball smacked into her head. “What the…” She grabbed it in her hoof.
“ARFF!” A loud cry sounded.
Lightning’s irises shrunk. She knew that voice all too well. “Buck me.” Not a second later, she was tackled by a light green unicorn inquisitor. Well, acolyte really.
“Arf!” Lyra grabbed the ball in her mouth, jumping off a battered mare. It was obviously a squeaky toy as it made the slightest sounds as she bit down. She rushed over to a nearby Priestess known as Bon Bon.
“Good girl,” Bon Bon smiled, patting Lyra’s head. Lyra wagged her tail. Of course, then she noticed Lightning. “Lyra, did you do that?”
Lyra’s eyes darted about and she spat out the ball. “Uhhh, no.”
Bon Bon sighed and walked over to Lightning and lent her a hoof.
Lightning shook her head. “Nah,” she flapped her wings, propelling herself onto her hooves. She bowed her head and fanned out her wings before the Priestess and Bon Bon bowed her head in return. A customary gesture to the devoted. “So what are you doing here? I thought Time Turner usually takes her for walks.”
“He’s busy at the moment,” Bon Bon stated. “Our fair Inquisitor seems to be on another adventure with the heart of Ditzy as his prize.”
“Like that’s ever going to happen,” Lyra piped up, chewing on the ball. She looked up when she felt Bon Bon’s glare on her. “You know it’s true. He can’t even talk to her straight.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t give you the right to say it.” Bon Bon chided her. She then turned her attention to Lightning. “So what brings you out here?”
“Well priestess,” Lightning stated. “I was just teaching little Hikaru a few hunting tricks.”
“By flying around a few holes?” Lyra asked. She pouted when Bon Bon took her ball away.
“No,” Lightning glared at her.
“Where is Hikaru anyway?” Bon Bon glanced around. “I do not see him in the vicinity.”
“Oh he’s right over there,” Lightning nodded over to the bush. “You can come out now.” No one came out. She frowned and trotted over. “Okay squirt, this isn’t the time for hide and seek.” She parted the bush to see no one there. “...Oh crud.”
‘I’m so dead.’
“Well?” High Sun Priestess Bon Bon, a mare with more than enough power to subdue her and order her execution, tapped her hoof in impatience. “Where is he?”
Lightning ears perked and her eyes scanned the area. Given her predatory ancestry, she had much keener ears and eyes than the those of the other tribes. With one look over, she knew exactly one thing: Hikaru wasn’t anywhere near.
A part of Angel didn’t know why he was following this little fox. He usually just let nature take its course. If the kid dies, so be it. His Mistress wouldn’t get onto him. It was the circle of life. However, she probably would skin him alive if she learned that he let it happen outside her forest. Here, the rules were different. They obeyed the ‘pony’ rules. So he had to abide by them. She wouldn’t want him to get attention drawn to herself. So here he was, racing after a little fox that probably was safe on his own. It was Whitetail Woods. There weren’t any predators here. Okay, it had a moving body of water. That could prove to be irksome. Maybe an eagle might mistake him for a wild fox. Annoying.
So yeah, he had to follow the fox. He even tried grabbing onto his tail and pulling him back. Of course, he was still a rabbit. All that had garnered him was a queasy ride on the rambunctious fox’s tail. It was easy to see that the little fox wasn’t going to give up or go back anytime soon. He was stubborn and that butterfly quick.
Matters weren’t helped when it looked like they were going towards the river. Jumping off the fox’s tail, Angel hopped out in front of him and waved his arms for the fox to stop. He didn’t. Instead, he ran him over. Granted, the fox didn’t notice him, but Angel paid for it regardless. Picking himself off, Angel scowled. He was a white rabbit. White rabbits and dirt didn’t mix, so he certainly didn’t appreciate being pushed into the ground. Brushing himself off, Angel decided to let the fox do whatever it wanted. If the fox wanted to chase a butterfly, so be it. If the fox was going to drown in the river, so be it. If the cragadile in the river was going to snatch up the fox, so…………………..
He had to backtrack on that one.
The butterfly chasing? No that wasn’t an issue. Builds hunting character for predators.
Drowning? These woods were filled with ponies. Surely somepony could save the fox.
The cragadile….. That’s what got Angel’s attention. He only saw a little of its head and the eyes, but that was enough. He was familiar with all the animals of the Everfree Forest and beyond. Cragadiles, while not the greatest threat present in the Everfree Forest, were certainly something you didn’t want to run into, especially children.
Angel needed to warn the kid, stop him. However, what had the kid ever done for him. He trampled him that’s what. Kids die every day, he reasoned. He tried to save the kid. He really did. He simply shrugged and hopped off. Well, off to his Mistress where he-
Angel rushed off towards the fox. He cursed his conscious and made a mental note to stamp it out later. Right now he had a kid to save. So he did it the only way he knew how. Well, the only way he knew would work.
He smashed against the fox’s side, sending them sprawling to the ground. Thankfully he was still a rabbit. The kid wasn’t hurt in the slightest by his body smash. Angel wasn’t able to breath in respite for long though.
Out from the water burst the cragadile and boy did it live up to its name. The cragadile wasn’t even all the way out of the water, with only its head and a limb on shore, but one could easily see it dwarf a pony. Its scales looked more like rocks and Angel knew they were much harder than that. It’s large maw had several jagged teeth sticking out of the lower jaw. Some of them were as long as a pony’s forelimb. It’s hungry gaze was on them. Angel knew they couldn’t get away . Though it was slow on land for the most part, it still could burst out of the lake and run for a bit. That was long and fast enough to catch them easy.
Angel took a moment to curse his conscious once more. Never again would he save a child in danger. It just caused trouble for him. He closed his eyes and hoped the beast would eat the kid first. You know, give him a few extra seconds to think before his death.
“WAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGH!”
Huh? Opening his eyes, Angel saw a lime green unicorn dressed in some fancy garb, run along bipedally and smash a golden magical fist into the cragadile, sending it crashing back into the water. Honestly, he shouldn’t be surprised by ponies or anything at this rate, but that still caught him off guard.
“HA HA!” The unicorn shouted in glee. She pointed a ‘finger’ at the water. “I’z krumped ya gud an’ propa, you’z git. Dat’s how we Dogz do it. Wat’r ya gonna-”
Her self indulgent speech was cut short when the cragadiles tail smashed into her. The unicorn was sent flying, smashing into the bark of a large tree. Thankfully, it didn’t break and fall on her. She did leave a large dent. The unicorn groaned. Unicorns were never the most robust ponies. He was honestly surprised she was still alive after getting hit with what was essentially a rock tail. She must’ve worked out a lot, or she really was part Diamond Dog.
The cragadile rushed out of the water, eager to snatch up the unicorn in its large jaws. Before it could, a light green pegasus with a blonde mane landed squarely on the creature’s jaws with enough force to close them and force it’s head to the ground.
The pegasus just laughed, flapping out of his reach. “Don’t you know who you’re dealing with? Well prepare for the biggest ‘shock’ of your life.” Her wings charged up a large lightning bolt. “I’m Lightning Dust!” She fired the bolt straight at the beast.
The cragadile simply close his eyes and mouth. The bolt did absolutely nothing against the beast’s scales.
“Shoot,” Lightning scowled. “That doesn’t work on cragadiles. Forgot about that. Oh well,” she shrugged. “I’ll just beat you the ol’ fashioned way.” And then the pegasus swooped in to pummel the cragadile.
“Miss Lyra,” the fox cried, snapping Angel out of his trance. The little fox was at ‘Lyra’s’ side, nuzzling her in worry. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Lyra groaned in pain and winced as she moved. She gently patted the fox’s head. “No cragadile’s gonna keep me down.”
“LYRA!” Another pony, a light earth pony wearing a sun priestess outfit, came to a skidding halt as she looked at the unicorn in worry. “What were you thinking? Charging into battle against a cragadile? Wait, you weren’t!”
Lyra rolled her eyes. “I’m fine, Bon Bon. Give it a rest, will you.”
“No, somepony has to scold you when you do something stupid.” Bon Bon held onto her sun medallion and pointed it at Lyra. With a few prayers, a golden light flowed over Lyra. Her injuries were all but gone.
Grinning, Lyra stood up on her hooves. She hugged Bon Bon. “Thanks, Bonny.”
“It’s Bon Bon, not Bonny.” Bon Bon glared at her, only to receive a magical ‘boop’ to the nose from Lyra. She scrunched up her face in indignation.
“Gals?” Lightning called over. “I hate to interrupt your foreplay, but THERE’S A CRAGADILE HERE!” Lightning’s attacks had done nothing but annoy the cragadile. Her lightning was ineffective and her hooves left no marks or really anything on the cragadile’s hide.
“This is not foreplay,” Lyra tutted. “This is hugging. Geez, just because we live in the same house, eat the same food, and sleep in the same bed, doesn’t mean we’re a couple.”
“All of which I pay for,” Bon Bon grumbled.
“I pay for stuff,” Lyra shot back.
“Yeah, doggie treats and chew toys and that collar. What was with that collar anyways?” Seeing Lyra’s blush, she sighed. “No, please don’t answer that. Just...go do what you normally do.”
“Ah yeah,” Lyra went back to her bipedal stance, magical fists at the ready. “It’s krumping time.” With a barking laugh, she took off to fight the cragadile.
Angel had to wonder about the sanity of these ponies.
Of course, when said lunatic unicorn smashed a magic fist into a cragadile and manages to make it scoot and even flinch, maybe they had more to them than he thought.
Or the world outside of the Everfree Forest was simply stupidly strange like this. Either way, he didn’t care. He just wanted his carrots.
The cragadile turned to face Lyra, but she smashed a fist into his jaw. One of the beast’s impressive teeth was sent flying into the air. It wasn’t a real loss, since the creature could easily regrow it. It was simply astounding that a pony actually managed to do it in the first place. Even the cragadile was in shock. Lyra didn’t pause in her assault. She kept smashing her fists into the beast.
The cragadile was out of its element. On land, he was fearsome but cumbersome as well. He tried to lunge at her, but she simply jumped back and the pegasus smashed into his upper jaw, closing his mouth. It repeated once more after that. The beast had enough. He’d find another pony to snack on. He span around as quickly as he could, catching the ponies off guard. His body smashed into the unicorn and his jaw into the pegasus. He didn’t care at this point about trying to eat them. There were probably more ponies to hurt the beast here. Using the distraction, it made a dash for the river.
“You’z get back ‘ere,” the unicorn growled, getting back to her hooves. Most of the cragadile was already in the river by the time she made it. All she had to latch on was the tail. Even with her strength, the beast was slowly pulling her into the river. “You’z gonna get crumped, git. I’z make sure of dat.”
Lightning grabbed a hold of Lyra and started pulling as well. The two held the beast for a short while, but the efforts were for not. Snorting in anger, Lightning shot a bolt of lightning into the river. This time, the beast showed the effects since it no doubt hit its eyes or mouth. It wouldn’t hurt the beast really, but it momentarily stunned it. This gave them the perfect opportunity.
“WAAAAAAGH!” Lyra yelled as she and Lightning pulled the beast with Bon Bon’s prayers giving them strength. The beast was thrown onto the forest floor and on its back. Quickly, Bon Bon was near its head and praying hard. Soon enough, a golden aura was over the beast and it fell asleep.
High Sun Priestess Bon Bon stood by the cragadile. Her brow was furrowed as she looked at the beast. Of course it was usually furrowed anyways. The life of a priestess wasn't easy, especially with ponies like Cloud Kicker and Lyra in town. No, this was a different point of frustration. There was something off about the beast's aura. It was subtle. Really subtle. In fact, she couldn’t feel it in a ‘normal’ way. Yet, she could feel a lingering presence. Something had come into contact with this beast and it was not friendly.
“Bon Bon?” Lyra cast her friend a concerned gaze. “Is something wrong?”
“What are you talking about?” Lightning beamed with pride. “It’s just some dumb monster and we whooped its butt. Danger over.”
“But how did it get here?” Bon Bon asked more to herself. “This is Whitetail Woods. There shouldn’t be any such beasts dwelling in this peaceful forest, nor does this river run into the Everfree Forest.” Never had Whitetail Woods seen danger in the last thousand years. There had never been an attack, death, or anything like that after Nightmare Moon's banishment. This beast was a contradiction to all of that.
“What? Are you saying somepony brought it here?” Lightning said exactly what was on Bon Bon’s mind.
“I fear so,” Bon Bon stated. “The only problem is I have no idea about their intention.” A few images of the Nightmare cultists flashed in her mind. ‘I will not be taken off guard again.’ She thought to herself. “Whatever it is, it can’t be good." She then spied Hikaru and then glanced at Lightning. "However, I think we might have another issue on our hooves. She then spied Hikaru and then glanced at Lightning. "However, I think we might have another issue on our hooves."
Deep within the confines of a dark cave, the scene unfolded within a crystal ball. Not for very much longer though as a hoof smashed said ball into tiny fragments. The owner of the hoof stewed in his rage. His plan had failed, no one had died, and now he broke a scrying orb. Those things weren’t cheap to make.
The earth pony was none other than a chaos blood magi. The very same one that had ‘visited’ Manehattan recently. ‘Damn Shadow Warlock. If he hadn’t interrupted I would have ascended into daemonhood.’
He was a sickly gray toned and had no fur on his body. It honestly looked like he was just skin and bones. His eyes were gone, instead they were just two voids of swirling purple energy. A mark of chaos in its own way. His cloak was blood red and held several gems all over. Each gem was filled with the very essence of life: blood. It was important for Blood magi to always have some on hoof, else they had nothing to sacrifice and use their magic.
He lamented that he couldn’t sacrifice that warlock or even an Element bearer right now. He was strong and quite skilled, but he needed to lie low. The Equestrian loyalists were on high alert, looking out for more of Nightmare Moon’s ilk. Thankfully, that gave him ‘some’ leeway, but not that much. He needed to think smartly. He needed to make as much chaos as he could without rousing suspicion. So he thought up the brilliant plan to introduce a beast into Whitetail Woods. It would cause a scare and hopefully kill somepony. The chaos that would ensue would be delicious and he would be one step closer to unleashing his god. It didn’t work out like he had planned. ‘Curse you bipedal unicorn!’ It didn’t help how suspicious the sun priestess was. Not to mention that bunny being all heroic. He had to make a mental note to make some anti-rabbit spells in hoof next time.
Still, he was sure the priestess couldn’t detect his magic. It was only a partial trace and would honestly look like ambient magic. He was not a fool. Yes, this plan wasn’t the greatest but he was still one step closer to achieving his goal of awakening his god and ascending. It would be any day now. All he would have to wait till the next opportunity to strike……..which would have to be a few days to let this all settled. He sighed.
“Bring me another crystal,” Selfias, the Blood Magi, yelled. He heard his minions scrambling for another orb.
Pizzelle was nervous. That was obvious with how she was pacing back in forth in the kitchen. It didn’t happen that often. She was usually an upbeat mare. Nothing could ever really get her down or aggravate her. However, now that she had a child, well, she regretted letting Lightning take him. She trusted Lightning Dust, but that mare was reckless.
So she did the only thing she could think of to get her mind off of it.
Baking!
It wasn’t a big shock to anyone that she loved to bake. Pizzelle’s family were a long line of bakers after all. Yet, baking had sort of become a stress reliever of sorts for Pizzelle. If she was angry, she’d bake. If she was nervous, she’d bake. She’d bake until the feeling went away. Which sometimes left her with a room filled with treats. Thankfully, it was just a cake this time. A large one, but just the one. Besides, Lightning would be home soon.
It was then a lovely noise rang through the air. It was a slight ‘ding’.
Pizzelle smiled. “Thank you, Fornax.” She thanked the goddess of baking breads and ovens, which was an odd thing to be a god over when you thought about it. Still, that didn’t really matter. Pizzelle opened the oven. Since her hooves were covered in finely knitted mitts, she wasn’t in danger of being burnt so she took the cake out with no trouble.
Putting it on the counter, Pizzelle nodded in approval. “Oh look at you. All naked and new to the world. Now don’t you worry. I’ll have you spruced up so well that Celestia herself wouldn’t want to let you out of her sights.”
Another sort of ringing met her ears, signalling somepony was at her door.
“Now who could that be?” Pizzelle asked herself, trotting to the door. ‘Lightning wouldn’t return so early. I’m sure of it. Her adorable little friend, Cloudchaser, once told me that she trains for hours. Surely they would be gone for a while. I do so hope that she doesn’t try to train Hikaru. He’s much too young for that and I don’t want him getting hurt.’
Turning the knob, Pizzelle opened the door. She was met by none other than High Sun Priestess Bon Bon with Inquisitor Lyra in hoof. Blinking a few times in confusion, she smiled and bowed her head in respect. “It’s so lovely to see you dears again. Would you like to come in? I’ve just finished making this lovely cake. Oh I have to frost it, but it should be ready in no time.”
“Cake?” Lyra grinned, hopping up and down. “Can we, Bon Bon? Can we? Can we?”
“Later, Lyra.” Bon Bon rolled her eyes. Before either of them could continue this train of thought, a yellow fox sped right past them to Pizzelle.
“Miss Pizzelle, Miss Pizzelle,” Hikaru happily chirped. “Today was awesome! Miss Lightning took me hunting and I met this funny rabbit.”
“That’s nice, Hikaru.” Pizzelle smiled, giving out a small sigh of relief. ‘Well, it seems my fears were unfounded.’
“And then I got attacked by a cragadile!” Hikaru chirped ever so happily.
‘And then they’re confirmed!’ Pizzelle’s smile fell away and her eyes widened. “YOU WHAT?!!” She quickly pulled him into a hug. “You poor thing.” She pulled him back in her hooves and looked him over. “You’re not hurt, are you? Oh, I’ve seen a few animal attacks in my time. My Uncle Salad Fork was ever so hurt when a bear took a swing at him, the poor dear. Took him weeks to recover...It didn’t swing at you, did it? I don’t see anything, but-”
“Pizzelle,” Bon Bon interrupted. “He’s fine. I checked him myself. He was at no point injured in the attack. The beast itself has since been released back into the Everfree Forest. We will be putting up fresh wards around Whitetail Woods to make sure this never happens again.”
“Oh thank Celestia,” Pizzelle let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. Which was saying something, since she honestly never let herself shut up for long. She didn’t say anything further. She just held Pizzelle a little tighter.
“Yes,” Bon Bon nodded. “She was with us today, but I’m afraid we need to talk. Now.” The way she said it left no room for argument, which wasn’t really needed. You never argued with the ponies blessed by Celestia herself. Those who spread her sacred word were ones to take heed from.
Pizzelle gulped. “Well…” She glanced at Hikaru. “Lyra, would you be a dear and play with Hikaru for a bit?”
“No sweat,” Lyra hopped inside. “I’m great with kids.”
“It’s pretty much one of the few things she’s ‘great’ in,” Bon Bon snarked.
Lyra glared at her whilst she nudged Hikaru along.
“Well, for a priestess, you are certainly rude.” Pizzelle scoffed, before widening her eyes. “Oh dear, I said that out loud. Please do forgive me, priestess. I meant no offense. Sometimes my mouth starts running before I really think about what to say. It’s a dreadful habit. Simply dreadful. It’s a family habit, you see.”
“Yes I do see,” Bon Bon said. “And Lyra knows I don’t really mean anything by it. I’m just a little agitated with her since she kept me up last night listening to ‘rock’.” Bon Bon rubbed her head. “I thought a little time in the park would do me some good, but low and behold this happens. I’ll be sure to buy Lyra a new squeaky toy. She loves those.”
Pizzelle smiled. “Well it’s nice to hear that, sugar. I’d hate to hear such good friends part ways on bad terms. Why, I don’t think I could handle it. I mean, you’ve been together for so long-”
Bon Bon held up a hoof to stop her. “I already know my own history, thank you very much. I’d much rather talk about today’s events. Perhaps in the main room?”
“Of course,” Pizzelle bowed her head as Bon Bon walked on by. Closing the door behind her, Pizzelle followed her into the living room. “Would you like something?”
“No need,” Bon Bon sat down on one of the couches. “I won’t be here for very long.” A loud crash could be heard from the other room.
“I didn’t do it!” Lyra’s voice called out. “It was ghosts!”
Bon Bon sighed. “I care for Lyra, more so than anypony I know. Yet, she drives me up a wall sometimes.” She turned her attention back to Pizzelle. “I want to know why I found Hikaru in Lightning Dust’s care, or lack thereof.”
Pizzelle gulped, taking her own seat. “Well, she offered to take him hunting. I’ve never been good at it, honestly. I don’t really even eat meat. I spent more time with my Earth pony mother, so I’ve kind of grown a little squeamish about eating meat. Nothing against my father, Celestia bless his soul.”
“And do you know Lightning Dust personally?”
“Well...no. I never did spend time with the dear until the whole Nightmare Moon fiasco. She seems like a nice enough mare, though a tad headstrong.”
“So you entrusted a mare you have really only met a day ago with the care of your child?” Bon Bon raised an eyebrow.
“It does sounds bad when you put it that way,” Pizzelle rubbed her foreleg nervously. “But I’ve heard so many good things about her and she is the Element of Loyalty.”
“Her loyalty is not being questioned,” Bon Bon said. “I know she would never hurt Hikaru, but she neglected to keep an eye on him. Had it not been for Lyra, Hikaru would be dead.”
Pizzelle’s eyes widened. ‘I am never letting Lightning babysit again.’
“Do not take it out on Lightning.” Bon Bon stated. “She did not know about the cragadile, nor would anypony. It’s just that you were willing to give a child to, what I can tell, a sort of stranger to yourself that concerns me.”
“I trust Lightning with my life,” Pizzelle huffed. Which was true to an extent.
“I know you do,” Bon Bon said. “But you don’t know her well enough to trust her with safeguarding a child. She is not ready and I’m beginning to think you aren’t either.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Pizzelle started to panic. This train of thought certainly wasn’t going someplace she was comfortable with.
“I meant exactly what I said,” Bon Bon narrowed her eyes. “In only a day Hikaru has nearly lost his life.”
“I had no-”
“It does not matter if you had no idea,” Bon Bon cut her off. “You left a child in the care of a irresponsible stranger which nearly resulted in his death!”
“Lightning Dust is responsible and she is no stranger to me,” Pizzelle snarled. “I’ve already told you this.”
“Yes, but I fear you might make the same mistake again.” Bon Bon sighed. “I am not the bad pony here, Pizzelle. I don’t want to be, but I care about these children. I love them as my own and the last thing I want to see is them hurt. I will do anything to protect them and if that means barring you from this child or any other….I will.”
Pizzelle’s breath caught in her throat. She honestly was speechless. That rarely ever happened, but the sheer dread that hit her was unbearable.
“However, I am probably overreacting.” Bon Bon stated. “This is your first day and we have several more to go on. You’re a nice pony and I do so hope this works out. I really do, but I will be keeping a closer eye on you from now on.” Bon Bon stood up. “Lyra!”
Lyra came in, bucking like a bronco. Hikaru was clinging to her, laughing up a storm.
Bon Bon smiled. “Lyra, it’s time to go.”
Lyra stopped her movements and pouted with Hikaru. “DoI have to?”
“I’m afraid so,” Bon Bon trotted outside, with Lyra in hoof.
“Bye Miss Lyra,” Hikaru waved. “By Priestess.”
“Bye,” the two of them said before closing the door behind them.
“Miss Pizzelle, Miss Lyra was so fun…...Are you okay, Miss Pizzelle.” Hikaru frowned.
“I’m...I’m fine.” Pizzelle choked out. ‘It’s nothing, Hikaru. I could just lose you forever. No big deal….Keep it together, Pizzelle!’ She did her best to calm herself, but she sunk deeper into the couch. ‘I can’t lose him now….I want to be a mother. WHY?!! Why can’t it be easy, just once!’
Hikaru jumped up and nuzzled her. This brought her a tad bit of comfort. In return, she pulled him into an embrace, cuddling his soft body against hers. “Please don’t cry. I’m sorry.” He licked away a few tears she didn’t know were running down her cheeks.
Pizzelle was a tad bit surprised to find herself crying, but she smiled. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I’m just glad you’re okay.” The two of them stayed like that for a bit, with Pizzelle softly nuzzling him.
“Miss Pizzelle?” Hikaru spoke up, breaking the silence. “Would you like to play a game? Games always make me happy, so maybe they’ll make you happy too.”
“I’d love that,” Pizzelle smiled. “That’s very considerate of you, Hikaru. Very considerate. Now, let’s go and pick one.”
It turned out the game Hikaru wanted to play ‘String Figures’. A common game over in Japox. It was honestly simple for them, since they had little digits. Pizzelle was just thankful she could manipulate it well enough with her wings. The two of them worked on a piece together. A special warmth filled her chest as she gazed upon his smiling little face. He was so adorable, especially when he scrunched it up in concentration.
“There,” Pizzelle said as they finished. “I think we did it and might I say, I think you have a talent for the arts.” That was an over exaggeration. The string figure looked like a mess, but they had fun making it, so the thought was what counted.
“Thank you, Miss Pizzelle.” Hikaru beamed up at her. “I had a lot of fun making it with you.”
“And I you,” Pizzelle gently nuzzled his head. “Now since you’ve been a good little boy, would you mind helping me finish up a cake?”
“Cake?” Hikaru gasped. “We’re having cake for dinner?”
Pizzelle giggled at how he was bouncing up and down. “After the day you’ve had, you earned it.” The two of them went to the kitchen, with Hikaru zooming on ahead as any child would who loved sweets. The pan would’ve cooled off by now, but she was going to set an example. Either way, it was better safe than sorry. So she put on her hoof mitts and put the cake onto the table. Taking out a few other items and icing, she placed them on the table. “What flavor of icing would you like?”
“Strawberry!” Hikaru hopped into a seat so he could get a better view of the cake.
“Strawberry it is,” Pizzelle giggled. Taking out a plastic spreading knife, she took a swipe of icing and put it on the cake. “Hikaru, would you like to help me ice the cake?”
“Yes,” Hikaru nodded and gladly took a plastic knife from her. The two of them went to work, with Hikaru being a tad bit too hyper. His side looked like a bit of a mess and he accidentally flung pieces of icing into Pizzelle’s coat or the table. They weren’t that much and it was icing so Pizzelle didn’t worry about it.
“Finished,” Pizzelle smiled. She nuzzled his head. “You did an excellent job and for that, you get first piece.”
“Yes,” Hikaru smiled.
As she cut him a piece, Pizzelle couldn’t help but think about the meeting earlier. She needed to find ways, safe ones, for Hikaru to have fun. Maybe make some friends. An idea then struck her. There was an excellent place of that and the semester began the next day. With everything going on, school had been set back a week to that day. A happy coincidence for her. Yes, school would be an excellent place to have Hikaru go off to. He’d make a bunch of friends there.
Pizzelle did everything in her power not to fidget in her seat. She was so sure of herself that this was a great idea, but now she was having doubts. It wasn’t the office or school atmosphere. She loved the place and she often visited to give Cheerilee and her class treats. Cheerilee sometimes would reprimand her for spoiling them, but Pizzelle could tell she appreciated the breaks. She couldn’t understand why. Pizzelle adored children.
What really got her fidgety was how Cheerilee was going over the paperwork. Her hair was tied in a bun and she was was wearing a simple, silver necklace. She had a few bags under her eyes and her coat didn’t have its usual luster. ‘Poor dear probably isn’t getting enough sleep.’ The past few days were rather tiring for everyone. Losing so many ponies and the threat of Nightmare Moon took its toll.
Pizzelle was a naturally outspoken mare who thrived on the talk of the town. So naturally, the sheer silence of the moment was killing her. Cheerilee hadn’t spoken a word to her for nearly ten minutes. All she had to listen to was shuffling paperwork. She had half a mind to simply shout or anything to break this silence. ‘Oh dear, oh dear, what if she won’t accept him?’
Thankfully, that little fear didn’t get to fester for Cheerilee closed the pamphlet and smiled up at her. It was tired and strained, but it was still genuine. “Miss Pizzelle.”
“Yes?” Pizzelle did her best not to stutter in fear. This was it.
“I have come to a decision about Aki Hikaru’s enrollment,” Cheerilee stated.
“And?” Pizzelle eagerly leaned forward. Cheerilee didn’t say anything for a few seconds, before chuckling. Pizzelle pouted. “You are such a tease.”
“I know,” Cheerilee said. A little of her hollow appearance seemed to lift with the little joke. “I honestly see no reason to block it.”
Pizzelle squealed, reached over the desk, and pulled Cheerilee into a bonecrushing hug. “Oh thank you, thank you. Oh bless Celestia, thank you. Little HIkaru’s going to make so many friends. I should know. I loved school. Such a wonderful place.”
“But,” Cheerilee pulled out from the hug and straightening herself up. “I just want you to know that he might have some trouble adjusting. He would be the only non-pony in my class and I have no idea on what sort of education he’s received. We’ll have to start off the year on easier subjects and I’ll see if I can find some tests for him.”
Pizzelle nodded. “Oh yes, standard. Standard indeed. I wouldn’t want my little kitsune to fall behind. I know my way around quite a few problems, so I’ll help catch him up at home. Shouldn’t be a problem. I tutored my fair share of children when I lived in Vanhoofer.”
Cheerilee nodded. “Yes, I’ve read your file. I think you’ll be a splendid mother come Bon Bon’s approval. Speaking of which, have you told her of this action?” When Pizzelle didn’t say anything, she frowned. “I see. Well, I’ll be sure to tell her soon enough. I’ve dealt with High Sun Priestess Bon Bon many times over the years. She’s stubborn and hard headed, but I think I can get her to agree with me on this. I’ll do my best to help you raise Hikaru. Celestia knows he deserves a loving family after the ordeal he went through.”
Pizzelle nodded, thankful everything had worked itself out. “Oh yes, very true. Very true indeed. Hikaru deserves the very best and that’s what I’m going to do for him. That’s why I knew you were the pony to go to, Cheerilee. He’s going to fit right at home here, just like me.”
“I’ll do my best,” Cheerilee put a hoof over her mouth to stifle a yawn.
Pizzelle frowned, casting a concerned look to the teacher. “Dearie, have you been getting enough sleep? That’s a stupid question, of course you haven’t. I’ve seen this far too many times to count. I did visit a few camps on the griffin border and let me tell you, those poor dears were exhausted with all the late night patrols. I know it’s what we have to do to keep an eye on those dreadful griffins, but still. Sleep is important.”
“I know,” Cheerilee sighed. “It’s just…...I’m not looking forward to this school year. With everything going on and how many of the children were traumatized and orphaned….”
“Ahh,” Pizzelle nodded in understanding.
“Whatever may come,” Cheerilee stated. “I’ll do my best to help them. That includes your soon to be son. I hope he hasn’t been giving you trouble. I hear kitsune can be problematic.”
“He’s been an angel,” Pizzelle decided to leave out a few things of course. “The dear is absolutely precious. I don’t see how he could possibly be problematic. That is just horseapples, pardon my language. I’ve met plenty of kitsune in my time and they were a delight to know. Why, I even met the king once. Delightful fellow, if a bit senile in his old age. Dreadful business that is. Simply dreadful.”
“Well, if that’s the case,” Cheerilee smiled. “I do believe he’s in capable hooves.”
“Of course he is,” Pizzelle beamed. “I’m a natural. I’ve read up on several books about caring for foals and Notepad, you know, that sweet stallion in charge of keeping tabs on our records and library upkeep? Well, he assures me that they’ll do me wonders. ‘Books are the cradle of all knowledge’, he tells me and isn’t that the truth.”
Cheerilee quirked an eyebrow. “Yes, but books sometimes can’t hold a candle to experience. Are you really up to this task? Children are never easy, Pizzelle.”
Pizzelle laughed. “Cheerilee, I was born ready.”
“Very well then,” Cheerilee opened up a little compartment in her desk and pulled out a stack of papers. “I want you to have Hikaru fill these out by the end of the week. It’ll help me get a feel at what level he’s at.”
Pizzelle leaned back into her bed. A little eye mask with her cutie mark on them was sitting upon her face. It had been a tiring day dealing with, well, pretty much everything. Honestly, she found it a bad omen to start off on such bad luck. That didn’t discourage her from this at all. She was even more determined to help Hikaru out and raise him right. That’s why she was so looking forward to school tomorrow. ‘Pizzelle, you aren’t the one going to school, you silly filly.’ She giggled to herself.
Before she could fall asleep, she felt something tugging on the blankets. “What…” she pulled the mask off to look at Hikaru. “Hikaru? What are you doing up? It’s past your bedtime.”
“I’m thirsty,” the little kitsune said. “Could I have a glass of water, Miss Pizzelle?”
Pizzelle sighed. “Of course, dearie.” She pulled the covers off herself and got out of bed.
Pizzelle hummed in delight as she got back into bed. Little Hikaru didn’t know where the dishes were and she wasn’t about to let him get hurt while looking for them. Now, she could rest.
She felt something tugging the blanket. “Miss Pizzelle, I have to pee.”
Pizzelle got herself comfortable under the sheets once more. She didn’t think he really had to go, it was too soon after his drink, but he was a child. They had weak bladders and such. She didn’t have to worry about it anymore. She put him to bed like the previous two times and he was going to stay there.
“Miss Pizzelle,” Hikaru spoke up. “Can I have another glass of water?”
It went like that for a while. It was getting to the point that Pizzelle wondered to herself if she ever was going to get any sleep that night. ‘Don’t grumble. This is for your son.’ She told herself.
As she tucked him in, she paused as she looked at Hikaru. He wasn’t closing his eyes and was glancing around. She hadn’t thought anything of it before, but now she was suspicious. “Hikaru, dearie, is something the matter?”
“....No.”
“Are you sure?” Pizzelle asked, resting a comforting hoof on his back. “You can tell me, sugar. I won’t bite or anything like that. I just want to know what’s wrong. It’s almost like you don’t want to go to bed.”
“...I don’t.” Hikaru muttered, curling into himself. “When I go to sleep, I see them.”
“See who?” Pizzelle asked without a second thought. She cursed herself. She had an inkling as to who he was talking about and that was the last thing a child needed to have on their mind.
“The bad ponies,” Hikaru whimpered. “They...They took them and…They wanted to hurt me.”
Pizzelle quickly climbed into bed and took him into her arms. She was thankful that the bed was adult sized. She didn’t have any beds his size at the moment. “My poor baby.” She stroked him as he cried. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. There aren’t anymore bad ponies here.”
“But…” Hikaru started, hiccuping as he cried.
“Listen to me,” Pizzelle pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Those bad ponies can’t get you anymore. We locked them up and if they did escape, I’d protect you.”
“You...You would?” Hikaru sniffed.
Pizzelle nodded. “Of course I would, sugar. I care for you. I’d do anything to make you happy and there is not a thing I wouldn’t do for you. No one’s going to hurt you. I promise.”
“...Okay.”
Pizzelle nuzzled him. “But if you’re that scared, I’ll sleep with you tonight.”
“You will?” HIkaru looked up at her with glistening eyes.
Pizzelle smiled and nodded. “The bad ponies wouldn’t think to hurt you with me around. I’ll show them what for, like I showed them during that night. I was one of the ponies that made that rainbow that beat them up, remember.”
Hikaru nodded. “I liked that part.”
“I’m glad you did,” Pizzelle used her feathers to clean his eyes. “Now please, go to sleep. You have a big day tomorrow and you’ll need some shut-eye.”
Hikaru nodded and yawned. “Thank you, Miss Pizzelle.”
“No….thank you, Aki Hikaru.” Pizzelle kissed his forehead and joined him in slumber.
Pizzelle couldn’t be prouder than she was now. Little Hikaru was about to go to school! The most sacred institution, at least to her. The two of them were currently on their way there. Hikaru was wearing a little suit. It was something made for her grand-Uncle when he was a colt and surprisingly it fit little Hikaru just right. ‘Oh the wonders of fashion.’
He had a little saddle bag, filled with all the school supplies she could muster. Needless to say, it was almost busting at the seams. Pizzelle had made sure that the items were light weight though. She didn’t want him to hurt himself. Never! That’s why she had to force herself not to make him wear anything protective, like a helmet.
That would be silly of course. He was just going to school. Nothing ever happened there except friendship, good times, and learning. Oh, Pizzelle wished she could go back and do it all over again. “Keep your chin up, Hikaru. You’re just going to love school. I was much younger than you when I first took a step into my first schoolhouse. I took to it the same as Fiddlesticks does her fiddle. Sweet mare. Learned the fiddle from her mother she did. I met her a few times in the past and let me tell you. She is one of the fastest fiddlers there ever can be.”
“Miss Pizzelle,” Hikaru asked. “What if they don’t like me?”
“Pish posh,” Pizzelle snorted. “They are going to love you. How could they do anything else? I mean, just look at you.” Pizzelle pinched his cheek with her wing. “You are just the most adorable little thing.” She nuzzled the top of his head. “I just want you to be good for me, okay?”
“Okay, Miss Pizzelle.” Hikaru nodded.
“Thank you, dearie.” Pizzelle gave his head a quick kiss. The two of them soon found themselves at the schoolhouse. She had to comment to herself that there weren’t as many families there, but it was still bustling. Ponyville had more stubborn ponies than one would think of a calm, peaceful town.
The other parents present were coddling their kids. No doubt some of them thought about staying home today with them. There were probably some that did, if not left town already. The rest of the kids were being supervised by none other than Lyra and Bon Bon. Pizzelle made sure to keep clear of the duo.
Other than that little bit of tension, Pizzelle was overjoyed. She took a deep breath and let it out. “Do you smell that, Hikaru?”
Hikaru sniffed the air. “Books?” He tilted his head, questioningly.
Pizzelle giggled and ruffled his head with a hoof. “You are just so cute. Just remember what I told you. Listen to the teacher and have fun.”
Hikaru nodded. “Yes, Miss Pizzelle.”
‘Call me mom,’ she internally asked. She wouldn’t rush that though. Just a few more days and he’d be hers. She held out a foreleg. “Now, where’s my hug?” Hikaru smiled and leant into her, where she softly hugged the little kitsune. “Stay safe and don’t go chasing anymore bunnies.”
Hikaru lowered his ears in shame. “Sorry.”
“No need to be sorry,” Pizzelle spoke up, kissing his forehead one more time. “I’m just glad you’re safe. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen if something awful happened to you. I...I don’t know.” She frowned. She had a few stories or ponies to derive a little more conversation, but she didn’t want to go that route. It made her a little sick. She hugged Hikaru closer. “I have to go now. I’ll be back when school’s out and do prepare yourself for a comfy afternoon ‘inside’. I got a few books on string patterns.”
Hikaru’s face broke out into a grin. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome,” Pizzelle giggled. She felt somepony tap her shoulder. “Hmm?”
“Miss,” a mare pointed at Hikaru. Said mare was none other than Daisy, the eldest of the flower trio. She was a nice enough mare, though a bit stubborn at times. “I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but this is a school not a pet shelter. I’m sure Mane Goodall could look after him for a while.”
Pizzelle’s jaw dropped and she sputtered. “W-what? This is...He is not my pet.” She glared at the mare. “He is my s-er, he is a thinking being the same as us. Tell her, Hikaru.”
“You’re silly,” Hikaru said. “I’m not a pet. At least, I don’t think I am.”
Daisy’s eyes widened. “It talks?”
“Yes, he-” Pizzelle stressed the word ‘he’. “-does indeed talk. I’m surprised you don’t remember anything about kitsune. I thought you would after I talked about Vulpan to you not that long ago.”
“Oh I remember,” Daisy snorted and pointed her hoof at Hikaru. He hid behind Pizzelle’s leg. “I just don’t know why you decided to bring a predator to school. My little filly, Aquamarine, has been through enough. I don’t want some talking fox trying to eat her.”
“Predator?!!!” Pizzelle stared at Daisy before bearing her fangs. This wasn’t something she liked to do, but a combination of natural instincts and how Daisy was turning against Hikaru lead her to that. “I think you forgot which tribe you’re talking to.”
Daisy back peddled, before glaring at her. “Oh that’s just like you pegasi. Get annoyed and you try to snap at us. What are you going to do? Eat me? Slice me up?!!”
“What is going on here??” Bon Bon trotted over to the two mares and kitsune.
“She brought a predator here,” Daisy gestured to Hikaru.
“Aki Hikaru is a predator but he is harmless.” Bon Bon rolled her eyes. “I myself have blessed him with the grace of our sun goddess. Do you not recall one of her teachings? That each and every being in Equestria shall be treated with just actions? Is he not a being dwelling in our fair nation?”
“Yes, but-” Daisy said through clenched teeth.
“No buts,” Bon Bon cut her off. She looked at Daisy more closely. “I heard that little comment about pegasi, Daisy. This isn’t about him or her. This is about your husband.”
“This has nothing to do with him,” Daisy shouted, before putting a hoof to her mouth. “I...I’m sorry, priestess. I didn’t mean to-”
Bon Bon held up a hoof to silence her. “Your anger is understandable, but misplaced. Yes he was hurt by pegasi, but they were pegasi under the employ of the dark goddess. For your information, he woke up for a few minutes this morning.”
Daisy’s eyes widened. “He’s...awake?”
Bon Bon smiled. “For a little while. He has much to recover from, but he will make a full recovery, Celestia willing.”
“Thank the sun goddess,” Daisy let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She looked back at Pizzelle. “...I’m sorry, Pizzelle. Those comments were out of line. I-”
Pizzelle pulled her into a hug. “There’s nothing to apologize for. I know how hard it is to be separated from your loved one, but I think a little kitsune needs those ‘sorries’ more than I do.”
Daisy peeked underneath Pizzelle to spy the little kitsune. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that. That was wrong of me.”
Hikaru didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he booped her nose with a paw. “That’s okay.” He smiled up at her.
“Oh you just so adorable~” Daisy cooed. “My little Aquamarine is going to love you to pieces. Well, I best be off. I’ll be by the shop to pick something up for Colten. He always did love your pastries, especially those strawberry muffins.” She started to trot off
“I’ll have them fresh and ready for the two of you and tell him I said hello,” Pizzelle waved her off and sighed. “Oh thank the goddess you came when you did, priestess. I was so sure that was going to spiral out of hoof quite quickly.”
“Indeed it was,” Bon Bon nodded. “Just be thankful Daisy’s an understanding sort of mare. There are others in the village who might not be so keen to have Hikaru here.” She narrowed her eyes. “Just as I’m not so keen on him attending school so soon.”
“He needs to get out and make friends,” Pizzelle said. “Isn’t that the core of Harmony? Isn’t that how we best Nightmare Moon? Counting my experiences, I’d say yes to both.”
“He isn’t a pony,” Bon Bon pointed out. “While you and I have no problem with that, there will be others that do. Daisy was a mild case. She could be reasoned with, but we don’t know how the rest of the ponies are going to react to having a predator living with them.”
“Then how do they tolerate us pegasi?” Pizzelle snorted. “Ask them that if they get uppity about this. Hikaru needs friends.”
“But are you doing this for him, or for you?” Bon Bon asked with a raised eyebrow.
Pizzelle paused and looked down at Hikaru. She blinked a few times as she tried to think over the answer. “For him.”
“Truly?” Bon Bon pursed her lips. “Or are you just projecting yourself onto him? I mean, I remember how much ‘you’ love school. Have you thought about how he’ll take to it?”
“I want to go to school,” Hikaru piped up. He walked up to the sun priestess. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” Bon Bon answered. “Nothing is wrong, young one.”
“Than why are you being mean to Miss Pizzelle?” Hikaru perked his ears as he waited for an answer.
High Sun Priestess Bon Bon, a mare who was usually on top of any given conversation, was made speechless by a simple question from a child. She worked her jaw before answering. “I’m just looking out for you, Hikaru. I want what’s best for you.”
“But you’re being mean to Miss Pizzelle,” Hikaru nuzzled said pegasus. “She saved me from the shadow ponies. I don’t know why you’d be mean to someone like that.”
Bon Bon just looked at Hikaru for a moment and then glanced towards Pizzelle. “Perhaps we’ll talk another time, yes?”
Pizzelle nodded. “That sounds lovely, dear. Oh it’ll be just like that time me and my friends were having a sleepover and it started to rain. Remember that night? You came knocking on my door, drenched worse than Presto was when he upset an Elephant.” She giggled. “Oh he had a little too much that day. Anyways, you stopped by to check on Love Tap.”
Bon Bon nodded. “Ah yes, I remember. Her husband was attacked by Diamond Dogs and she was worried. Thankfully, he was a little too hard for the dogs to catch.” She chuckled. “And those were indeed excellent cookies. I’ll be by soon enough.”
‘Oh bless me, that was close.’ Pizzelle was thankful for Hikaru’s question. It might just have bought her some time, but Bon Bon could be ten times as stubborn as Daisy. Earths were often like that. Stubbornness ran deep in their tribe, but that is how they survived after all before Equestria came about. Ten thousand years weren’t going to stamp that out and the world didn’t give them any reason not to. Pizzelle often wondered which tribe she took moreso after, given her mix blood. She wasn’t going to pick favorites, even if she was a ‘pegasus’.
She smiled down at her kitsune. “Come along, Hikaru. I’m sure Cheerilee is eager to see you.” She nudged him forward.
At the doorway stood the one pony Pizzelle was more than happy to see at this point. Cheerilee had her mane tied into a bun and wore a simple green dress suit. Something she usually wore when teaching. She smiled at the pair. “It is great to see you again, Pizzelle.” She looked down at Hikaru. “And you must be Hikaru, right?”
Hikaru shyly nodded, keeping himself underneath Pizzelle.
Pizzelle frowned at that momentarily before smiling. Hikaru was still a bit shy around strangers. A shiver of doubt crept into her heart, but she swatted it away. ‘He’ll get past that soon enough. This will help him.’ That’s what she told herself. She backed up and gently used her wing to push him forward. “Say hello.”
“Hello, Miss Cheerilee.”
Cheerilee smiled. “Hello to you too. I can’t wait to teach you, Hikaru. I’m sure you’ll love it here.” She ushered in the shy kitsune and turned to Pizzelle. “Don’t you worry about him. I’ll make sure everything will go well.”
“Good,” Pizzelle nodded. “I think I’ve had enough excitement to last several lifetimes already.”
Aki Hikaru wouldn’t have called himself shy a year ago. He wouldn’t have called himself shy a week ago, but now? Seeing all these strange ponies made him quiver in his fur. He didn’t want to be scared. He knew they wouldn’t hurt him. Hopefully. It’s just, whenever he bumped into a new pony, he wondered to himself:
‘Are they a dark pony?’
He knew it was silly. Miss Pizzelle and Priestess Bon Bon had told him that they were all gone. There were no more dark ponies. They were nice ponies. They wouldn’t lie to him, but his mommy had said that Nightmare Moon was gone forever. Then she came back and…..
“Are you alright, Hikaru?” Miss Cheerilee put a comforting hoof on the shaking kitsune.
Hikaru flinched at the contact, prompting Cheerilee to immediately retract her hoof. “I-I’m fine, Miss Cheerilee.”
Cheerilee gave the young kitsune a concerned gaze, before she nodded. “Very well then,” she looked to her class, her smile returned. “Hello, my little ponies.”
“Hello, Miss Cheerilee.” The class responded.
“I’m very grateful to see all of you doing so well,” Cheerilee said. “In light of….” She paused, thinking over what to say. “Recent events, I thought it would do us some good to start off light this year, especially since we have a new student with us today. Everypony, I’d like you to meet Aki Hikaru.” One of the students raised their hoof. “Yes, Scootaloo?”
“Yeah,” the orange, purple maned pegasus spoke up, looking at Hikaru with a smirk. The pegasus had a scruffy mane and wore a black, leather jacket. Her wings were small, almost deformed in a way. This wasn’t the case for her fangs. While all pegasi had them, Scootaloo’s were massive. They were very prominent and the only creatures Hikaru had known that had teeth like those was that Saber-Tooth Cat he saw at a zoo once. The almost saber-tooth like fangs were especially highlighted when she smirked. “Aren’t animals not allowed in school?”
A silver earth filly with fancy glasses sniggered beside her. A pearl necklace was wrapped around her neck and her cutie mark, a silver spoon, adorned her flank.
Cheerilee narrowed her eyes. “As I was saying, Scootaloo, I’d like for you all to meet your new classmate. Say hi, Hikaru.” She gently nuzzled his head for reassurance.
Hikaru didn’t flinch as badly as the first time at the contact. “Umm, hi everybody.”
“It’s everypony,” Scootaloo commented. “Geez, where did you learn equish.”
“But he’s not a pony,” a yellow, red mane earth filly pointed out. A large, pink bow sat in her mane. Her voice carried a thick country accent. “So he ain’t wrong sayin’ it like that.”
“Apple Bloom is right, Scootaloo.” Cheerilee said. “Now, I think it’s only fair you all say hi back.”
“Hi Hikaru.” The class said, some more enthusiastic than others.
Cheerilee nodded, pleased by their response. “Now that we’ve introduced each other, Diamond Tiara? Could you please come up to the front of the class?”
The little pink earth filly smiled and got out of her seat. She wore a tiara upon her head and her flank, like most of the class, was still bare. She carried herself with poise and her head was tilted upwards. It wasn’t in a ‘I’m better then you way’, more like a ‘I’m important’ kind of way. She stopped and held out her hoof to Hikaru. “Hello Hikaru, I’m Diamond Tiara.”
Hikaru looked at the hoof for a few seconds, causing Diamond to frown slightly. He gulped. He felt silly not shaking her hoof, since he had seen a few ponies do it. It was a pony thing, apparently. He hesitantly took her hoof in his paw and they shook. “Hi.”
“As Head of the Student Council,” Diamond Tiara declared. “It’s my honor to help you have a great first day. I’ll be your honorary buddy until you’ve gotten used to everything.”
“And by that time I hope you two can be the best of friends,” Cheerilee smiled. “Now Diamond, could you be a dear and help him find his seat?”
Diamond saluted. “Yes, ma’am. Come along, Hikaru.” She trotted along until the two of them found themselves in the middle right of the class. She led him to a seat between herself and the filly, Apple Bloom.
“Howdy,” Apple Bloom smiled as Hikaru took his seat. “Ah’m Apple Bloom, Diamond Tiara’s buddy. Ah’ll be helpin’ ya out too. If’n ya have a question, ask away. Though, Diamond’s a bit smarter than me. Ask her about the tricky stuff.”
“Oh would you two just shut up and kiss already,” Scootaloo, who was sitting in front of Hikaru turned back and smirked.
“Yeah,” the silver earth filly turned her head with a smirk as well. She was seated next to Scootaloo. “We all know you want to.” She made a kissing motion.
Diamond Tiara scowled. “Shut up.”
“Why don’t you make us?” Scootaloo challenged and then looked at Hikaru. “Animal, watch where you step. I’m the strongest filly here and you don’t want to mess with me.”
Hikaru shivered in fear under her stare. It was carnivorous and her saber teeth didn’t help distill his fear in the slightest. “O-okay.”
A loud smack came from the teacher’s desk. Everyone turned their heads to the front, sitting down firmly in their seats. Cheerilee was giving them a stern gaze, holding a wooden pointing stick in a hoof. “Now that I’ve gotten your attention, I’d very much like to keep it. Aki Hikaru is to be treated with respect and kindness. Treat him just like how you’d like to be treated. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Miss Cheerilee.” The class answered.
“Good,” Cheerilee nodded. “And Scootaloo? If I hear one more outburst in today’s class out of you, you’ll be spending the rest of the afternoon in detention. I don’t care if your grandfather is head of the police department, Hikaru is a thinking being like you and me. Keep that in mind.”
“Yes, Miss Cheerilee.” Scootaloo said, less than pleased at being reprimanded.
“Good,” and then Cheerilee’s face broke out into a smile. “Before we begin, let us bow our heads in prayer.” She and the rest of the class bowed their heads. Hikaru bowed his as well, since he didn’t want to upset anyone. The students spoke along with her prayer.
“Princess Celestia, goddess of the sun, thank you for giving me a mind that can know and a heart that can love. Help me to keep learning every day of my life, no matter what the subject may be. Let me be convinced that all knowledge leads to you and let me know how to find you and love you in all the things you have made. Encourage me when the studies are difficult and when I am tempted to give up. Enlighten me when my brain is slow and help me to grasp the truth held out to me. Grant me the grace to put my knowledge to use in aiding our beloved kingdom so that I may repay your benevolence. Amen.”
“Amen.” The rest of the class said, picking up their heads.
“Alright students,” Cheerilee grinned at her class. “Today I have decided to discuss Harmony and what it means for all of us. Does anyone know why Harmony is so important to Equestria?” A silver hoof shot up. “Silver Spoon?”
The silver earth filly beside Scootaloo beamed. “Harmony is the source of power for the Elements.”
“A simple answer,” Cheerilee noted. “But not the entire one. Diamond Tiara?”
Diamond Tiara lowered her hoof. “Harmony is what keeps us all together. It’s how we overcame the Windigoes and built Equestria. It means that we trust each other and treat each other like family.”
“Very good, Diamond.” Cheerilee commented, to which Diamond Tiara sent Silver Spoon a confident smirk. Silver Spoon responded in a scowl. “Harmony is the base of all civilizations. If there was no harmony, we’d be nothing more than savages who cared for nothing else but themselves. It is this concept that defines us and keeps the evil forces of the world at bay.”
Hikaru idly listened through her speech. A lot was on his mind right then, so he couldn’t give Cheerilee his full attention. The first was, even though Apple Bloom and Diamond Tiara seemed nice, they were a bit too close for his liking. Actually, all the chairs were. It was silly of him and it never bothered him before. He just felt...trapped.
‘They aren’t going to hurt me. Miss Cheerilee wouldn’t let them and Miss Pizzelle trusts her. Just focus on what she’s saying...But what if I mess things up? Will they hate me? Will they give me to the dark ponies? I don’t want to-’ Hikaru’s thoughts were interrupted by a hoof on his shoulder. He turned to looked at Apple Bloom.
Said filly was giving him a concerned look. “Ya okay? Ya were shakin’ somethin’ mighty fierce there fer a second.”
Hikaru hesitantly nodded. “I-I’m okay.”
“He’s just scared because he knows a ‘Top’ Predator when he sees one,” Scootaloo commented.
“We’ll let you know when we find this predator,” Diamond Tiara quipped, snickering when Scootaloo tensed up.
Cheerilee, who was writing some Harmony principles on the board, cleared her throat. “I would appreciate it if you would be quiet, my little ponies. It’s hard to learn when you’re talking to each other so much.”
“...And this is the swing set,” DIamond Tiara gestured to the swingset on the corner of the school building. Class had been relatively quiet for a while and Cheerilee had given them an early recess. Hikaru was just glad he was outside and not so boxed in by all the new ponies. “Miss Cheerilee commissioned a new one three years ago when the old one was destroyed in a freak storm.”
“He don’t need to know everythin’ about everythin’, Tiara.” Apple Bloom chuckled, rolling her eyes.
“Knowledge is power, Apple Bloom.” Diamond Tiara responded.
“And how much power is he gonna get from knowin’ a swing’s age?” Apple Bloom raised an eyebrow.
Diamond was silent for a moment, tapping her chin. “Well...you’ve got me there.” She scuffed the ground. “Sorry. I just want to be a good buddy for Hikaru.”
“Well he appreciates it,” Apple Bloom nudged Hikaru’s shoulder. “Don’t ya.”
Hikaru had been too preoccupied to notice her talking for a while. He was still nervous and there was one sure fire way that kitsune liked to relieve some stress. Looking over at a white, two toned maned unicorn filly, he mentally grinned. His powers started to form with his idea. Soon, the filly shrieked as her sand castle was overrun by ‘phantom’ mice. He chuckled until Apple Bloom nudged him. He quickly nodded. “Yeah. You sure know a lot.” He hastily responded, just barely hearing what had just been said.
Apple Bloom had looked over at the white filly, frowning. “Hope she’s okay. Don’t see what scared her off though.”
Hikaru momentarily prided himself for his feat, but then he heard the filly’s scream again. Something inside him hurt. It hurt and it scared him like no other. ‘The dark ponies scared me. They pulled tricks on us and I….I’m not a dark pony. I wasn’t going to hurt her. It was just for fun.’ That’s what he told himself at least, but he still felt a tinge of guilt. It was just in his nature as a kitsune to trick others.
Diamond Tiara grinned, posturing herself with pride. “Of course I do. I’m not the number one student in class for nothing.”
“That’s debatable,” a familiar voice said. They turned to see it was Silver Spoon with Scootaloo beside her. “I bet you bought that position just like your daddy bought his.”
“My daddy earned his position unlike yours,” Diamond Tiara scowled, turning on her.
Silver Spoon laughed. “Right.” She dragged out the word, showing how much she really believed that. “Keep telling yourself that.”
“What are y’all doin’ here?” Apple Bloom asked, asked.
“What? Is it a crime to talk to losers?” Scootaloo snorted. The pegasus’s muscles were more noticeable now that she was walking about. It was clear that she was quite fit and there was no doubt in the three’s minds that she could wrestle them to the ground, earth pony strength or not. She hoof-bumped Silver Spoon.
“We’re not losers,” Apple Bloom said.
“Really?” Scootaloo raised an eyebrow. “Whatever floats your boat. We just wanted to come over and say hi to the animal.”
“I’m not an animal,” Hikaru said, gulping in fear as he realized he just spoke up.
“Neat trick, animal.” Silver Spoon said. “I have a pet parrot that can talk about as well as you. Are we going to send him to school too?” Both of them laughed.
“Shut up and leave us alone,” Diamond Tiara growled.
Scootaloo flexed her jaw, showcasing her large saber fangs. She rolled her shoulders, showing off her muscles through her jacket. “And what are you going-”
She was cut off when a large, red bull suddenly appeared in front of them. The beast roared and the two ponies screamed, before taking off. Scootaloo tripped and conked her head against the swing set. The filly fell the ground.
Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom almost ran screaming themselves, before the image faded. In its place was Hikaru, who was rolling on the ground, laughing. “Hikaru?” They both said in shock.
“I scared them, didn’t I?” Hikaru chuckled, trying to gain his bearing.
Before the two of them could speak, Silver Spoon cut them off. “Scootaloo? Scootaloo are you okay?”
Scootaloo groggily got to her hooves. She clutched her head, which had a bleeding gash on it. She scowled, looking over at Hikaru. “This isn’t over.” She almost dizzily fell to her side, before Silver Spoon used herself as support. The duo walked over to the schoolhouse.
“That was amazing,” Diamond Tiara grinned. “I haven’t seen them so scared since...forever.”
Apple Bloom frowned. “Don’t ya think it was a bit much?”
“They deserved it and you know it,” Diamond Tiara said to her.
“Hikaru, Diamond Tiara, and Apple Bloom,” Cheerilee called out, the two troublemakers by her side. “Come here. Now.” Her voice brokered no room for argument. The stern look she was giving them said the same thing.
“Okay,” Diamond Tiara gulped. “Maybe you’re right about it being too much.”
If there is one thing a student fears more than bullies, it’s a disgruntled teacher. Oh bullies can be mean spirited and all that, but a teacher can be worse. They were older, wiser, and they had their parent’s ears. They were a force to be reckoned with. The children of Cheerilee’s class knew that well enough. Cheerilee was a nice, kind mare. She could also be a tyrant when they misbehaved. The worst of it was ‘The Glare’. It wasn’t mean spirited or cruel. That would at least give the children something to ‘hate’ or simply convince themselves Cheerilee was being too mean. None of that. No, ‘The Glare’ was a look of utter disappointment. If she gave you it, you’d feel all the guilt and sorrow you were meant to feel with your misdeeds. A parent or two had faced this stare before. They backed down just as easily as the children.
Cheerilee was giving them all ‘The Glare’.
“I am very disappointed in you,” she started.
“Yeah,” Scootaloo nodded, holding a icepack to her head.
“Very disappointed,” Scootaloo nodded in agreement.
“In all of you,” Cheerilee turned her Glare over to them.
“What did we do?” Scootaloo said in surprise. “He hurt me.”
“Which he wouldn’t have done if you weren’t antagonizing him,” Cheerilee pointed out. “I have told you this countless times, Scootaloo. Bossing around other ponies and picking on them isn’t something a pony should do. Your grandfather will be hearing about this. As will your parents, Silver Spoon.”
Scootaloo just sat in her chair and sulked. Silver Spoon patted her back in reassurance, though she looked like she needed some to. Her parents weren’t going to like this. Cheerilee wasn’t liking this either. She hated doing stuff like this with them, but sometimes she had to be stern in order for them to learn. ‘It’s just a pity that I know those two won’t take this to heart. I sometimes wonder if they ever will.’
The teacher turned her gaze towards the other group. “As for Hikaru…”
“It’s not his fault!” Diamond shouted, standing up in her seat. Diamond Tiara was a spirited filly. She was always looking out for others, even if that got her in as much trouble as Scootaloo. “I was in charge of him. He doesn’t deserve any punishment.”
“Yes, you were in charge.” Cheerilee nodded. “You also weren’t aware of Hikaru’s abilities. That was my fault. Next week we’ll start studies on Japox and the kitsune race.” Scootaloo and Apple Bloom groaned. “So you are not to blame for this. Neither are you, Apple Bloom. You aren’t in trouble.”
“But she made him do it,” Apple Bloom pointed at Scootaloo. Said pegasus filly growled in response.
“Scootaloo started this,” Cheerilee admitted. “But Hikaru lashed out as well. Neither of them are in the right.” She closed her eyes and sighed. “I can’t punish him for this though.” She opened her eyes and looked into Hikaru’s. The little kitsune looked so small in his seat, shivering slightly in fear. Her heart went out to the kitsune. “He is new to this country. He isn’t even a pony. He grew up with rules and powers that are foreign to us. He needs time to adjust. So I will not punish him for this action.”
Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom sighed in relief.
“High Sun Priestess Bon Bon will decide his punishment,” Cheerilee’s remark made Hikaru and his two companions freeze up in fear. “Now that Hikaru knows what he did was wrong, I will not hesitate to punish him for any repeats of this.” Her words were final. She wouldn’t hesitate to enforce them.
Hikaru quickly nodded. “I-I won’t do it again, Miss Cheerilee.”
“I know you won’t, Hikaru.” Cheerilee said. ‘I’ll be sure to keep an eye on you to make sure. You’re trixter nature might get out of hoof one day.’ “Your parents and guardians are on this way as we speak. I’m just thankful a few guards were stationed here so I could inform them sooner rather than later.”
The orphanage was a happy place. At least, that’s what Bon Bon strived for. She brought up these young ponies as beloved citizens of the sun goddess’ nation. She put her whole heart into making them feel wanted and loved. In a way, they were like her own children. They most likely were. Priestess’ rarely married. Not because they couldn’t. The process of courting one takes months/years under scrutiny of Inquisitors, soldiers, and even assassins. Equestria would never let anything happen to their sun priestesses.
That fact often drove away suitors. That and many believed a pony blessed by Celestia herself was way out of their league. Top tier stuff. Bon Bon never really cared though. She was happy with what she had. She had her town. Her children. Her best friend. Yet…
“Shh,” she gently nuzzled a crying babe. His parents were killed by Nightmare Moon’s cultists right before the Princess came to their aid. An orphan of war. Equestria had so many of them it wasn’t funny. ‘The fighting will never end. Blood. Blood everywhere. Only Celestia herself keeps us from drowning in it.’ “I’m here.” Her touch and gentle words soothed the babe. She cradled him in her forelegs, smiling down at him.
“Glad to see you’re in a good mood,” Lyra walked in. “For a while, I thought you were going to bite someone’s head off.”
“I still might,” Bon Bon smirked.
Lyra quietly trotted over to her side. “He’s cute.”
“Yep,” Bon Bon nodded.
“Kind of like Hikaru, ‘cept-” Lyra shrugged. “He’s a kitsune and all.”
“Yeah.”
“So…” Lyra paused, looking like she was trying to find the right words to say next. “Are you still upset with Pizzelle?”
“I don’t think so,” Bon Bon sighed, glancing at Lyra. “I may have been overreacting.”
“May?” Lyra quirked an eyebrow.
“Oh shut up,” Bon Bon huffed. She looked back at the infant. “I just want Hikaru to be happy. I don’t want him to suffer anymore. I don’t want any of us to suffer and...Pizzelle might suffer to. I don’t think she’s ready to have a child of her own.”
“No one is ready for kids,” Lyra pointed out. “I should know. Ask my parents what it was like to raise a unicorn. It was crazy~”
“That’s because you are crazy, you silly dog.” Bon Bon chuckled.
“I may be a dog, but I’m not silly.” Lyra pouted.
Bon Bon loved that pout. It was so adorable. Well, most of what Lyra did was adorable. At least to her. Most everyone else found her a nuisance. Understandable. Lyra was hard to be around sometimes, being raised by Diamond Dogs and all. Her Inquisitor training had certainly honed in her killer skills. Bon Bon wasn’t complaining, of course. It was the duty of everypony to fight in Celestia’s name. No matter how big or small the contribution. “Silly doggy~”
“You’re lucky you have a baby in your arms,” Lyra said, giving her a mock glare.
“I’m trembling in fear,” Bon Bon giggled. The room was silent for a moment. “I might be wrong.”
“What?” Lyra asked, moreso because she believed her hearing had gone wonky.
Bon Bon rarely admitted being wrong. “I may be wrong, Lyra. She’s doing her best and I’ve been chewing her out. For what? A little misstep here and there?” She snorted. “Pizzelle needs time to adjust to this.”
Lyra nodded, smiling. “Yep. Glad this-”
“Priestess,” a guard walked in and bowed. “I bring word from the school teacher.”
“And?” Bon Bon quickly and gently hoofed over the infant to Lyra. She then trotted over to the guard.
He stood up. “There was a disagreement of sorts at the school. One of the children were hurt.”
“What?!!” Bon Bon shouted, causing the baby to cry. Lyra quickly got to work, making the foal giggle soon enough. Lyra had a knack with kids.
The guard nodded. “No severe injuries. Just a slight head wound that will heal given a week or so.”
Bon Bon sighed in relief. She had seen one too many hospitalized patients lately. She didn’t want another child to be among them. “Thank Celestia.”
“However,” the guard continued. “Hikaru is amongst the guilty. Cheerilee is awaiting your order on what should be done with him.”
Bon Bon eyes steeled over. ‘I knew this was a mistake. Pizzelle, you incompetent moron. He shouldn’t have been brought to school. Not now. Not after so much death and hate. Are you so blind to the world that you just blindly blabber about whatever you hear?’ “Take me there. Now!”
“Bon Bon-” Lyra started, wanting to comfort her friend before she did something stupid in her anger.
Bon Bon glanced over at Lyra and then the babe. The orphan babe she swore to protect. “I’m going to protect him.” She trotted out from the room. “Even if I have to hurt him in order to do that.”
“Do you think I forgot to pack him something?” Pizzelle asked. A cup of orange juice in her hoof. The mare was currently in the hallway of the local hospital, sitting down in a chair. Redheart was sitting beside her, having decided she needed a small break from the other patients. “I mean, I packed everything that came to mind. I do mean everything. Absolutely everything he’d need. He wouldn’t need anything more, right?” Her iris’ shrunk. “I had to have forgotten something. Oh, I’m the worst mother ever.”
Redheart gently patted Pizzelle’s back. She really hadn’t known the mare before the Nightmare Moon incident. That certainly was an adventure and a half. “You’re not exactly the type of pony who’d forget. Pizzelle, I honestly believe you may have ‘over’-prepared the child.”
“I packed too much didn’t I?” Pizzelle sniffled. She was a bit of a drama queen when she wanted to be. “Just like the stories my Uncle Notch was tell me. He told me about stories of ponies dying from large hauls. Just dropping dead because their bags were too heave. What did I do? I gave him a heavy load.” She buried her face in her hooves.
Redheart sighed. The white mare had a few splotches of red in her coat from her recent patients. “He isn’t going to die.”
“How are you-”
Redheart cut her off. “He isn’t going to die. He’s a nice, charming, you boy. He has you, me, the others, Bon Bon and Lyra. Not to mention Cheerilee is keeping an eye on him. He’ll be alright. Trust me.”
Pizzelle nodded. “Alright. I’ll trust you on this. I don’t have any reason not to. My mother always said that ‘If you can’t trust a medic, then who can you trust to mend you?’. You don’t need to mend me of course. I’m fine. Very fine. I just worry about him. This is his first day at school. He’s the only one of his kind there. They don’t really know or understand his powers.” She rubbed her forehead and groaned. “Maybe sending him to school wasn’t the best of ideas right now.”
“Or this could be the best of the lot,” Redheart pointed out. “Hikaru needs friends, just like Sunset Shimmer. They need someone to keep their heads high and a smile on their face. Honestly, Hikaru is a lot easy to do that with. School is a good place as any for him to make friends. Isn’t that what brought us together to defeat Nightmare Moon.”
Pizzelle was quiet for a moment, thinking it over, before a guardspony trotted inside. He stopped before the pair. “Are you Pizzelle?” She asked.
“Yes,” Pizzelle blinked in confusion. What would the guard want with her?
“Come with me,” the guardsmare said.
“Whatever for?” Redheart asked. If she didn’t think the reason was good enough, she could easily override the guard’s order. Given her ‘Order’ of the Sisters of Vengeance, she had quite a bit of power to throw around in the military. That and they were in a hospital. This was her domain.
“There was a scuffle at the school,” the guardsmare explained. “One of the kids were hurt and-”
Just like that, Pizzelle went speeding right on past him. Redheart was honestly surprised by the baker’s speed. It was certainly something to behold and ponder on.
Pizzelle had to get to Hikaru now. If he was hurt. If...If….she didn’t want to think about that. She didn’t want to think about anything really. Other than her little HIkaru. That and how angry was Bon Bon was going to be with her. ‘I don’t care. I just want him to be safe,’ She thought to herself.
Pizzelle wished she was anywhere else but here. She wished she was in front of a firing line. An undead army. Nightmare Moon herself. All of that would have been preferable to what she was forced to endure. Behind her was High Sun Priestess Bon Bon. The earth was holding on tight to her Sun Scepter, a weapon used to amplify the power of a sun priestess, as she trotted back and forth in frustration. A Sun Scepter was similar to a large cane, except it was golden with several inscriptions carved into it and a large, sun shaped jewel at the top. Just seeing the thing held within the grasp of an agitated Sun Priestess was enough to send shivers of fear down Pizzelle’s spine. Lyra was standing over to the side of the room, just as nervous as Pizzelle, even though she wasn’t in trouble.
In front of them all was Cheerilee and she was not pleased. No, she was agitated. Not at anything particular, but Pizzelle knew she was just agitated at everything. She’d seen enough agitated ponies to know who and what was agitating them. It came with being a blabber mouth. One often garnered a lot of frustration from time to time. Right now, she didn’t feel like blabbering.
All things considered, this was not how Pizzelle thought her next time in school would be.
“...And that just about sums it up,” Cheerilee finished recanting the day’s events.
“I knew it,” Bon Bon seethed. “I knew it was too early and none of you listened to me. No, let’s not listen to the sun priestess. It’s not like she’s blessed by Celestia or anything. It’s not like Hikaru is another species or anything. Oh wait, I am and he is.” She snorted, clutching her Sun Scepter closer to herself as she tried to keep herself steady in her anger.
“That’s enough, priestess.” Cheerilee admonished. “What’s done is done.”
“I know that,” Bon Bon snorted. “What I want to know is why is he still enrolled in this school?”
“Because what happened wasn’t nearly as bad as you’re making it out to be,” Cheerilee narrowed her eyes. “Scootaloo was hurt by his actions. That much I agree, but she wasn’t hurt by him nor was it his intention to harm her. Neither was her injury that severe. It was an accident. She’s honestly come trotting to me with far worse injuries before today.”
Pizzelle could hear Bon Bon cursing Scootaloo’s grandfather, Night Watch. The head of the town’s security force. That stallion was bullheaded and always thought force was the way to fix life’s problems. Apparently Scootaloo had picked up on that lesson. ‘The poor dear. That’s certainly not healthy. Not healthy at all. I have half a mind to march on over and give him a piece of my mind. I do indeed.’ Pizzelle didn’t have a high opinion of the stallion and given her kind nature, that was saying something.
“I know you’re upset, Bon Bon.” Cheerilee continued. “But acting like a foal isn’t going to change anything.”
“A foal?” Bon Bon stopped in her tracks and glared at the teacher. “I am no foal. I am the High Sun Priestess, the leading power in this town. Keep such talk to yourself.”
“I will not,” Cheerilee stated. “You need ot hear it once in a while.”
“Silence,” Bon Bon banged her scepter into the ground, causing it to light up in holy magic. “You will take Hikaru out of school now.”
“That isn’t my choice,” Cheerilee tilted her head to Pizzelle, who shrunk under the priestess’ gaze. “It is up to his guardian to decide.”
“I gave him Hikaru,” Bon Bon said. “Therefore I decide what happens to him. Take him out of school. Now!”
Pizzelle fidgeted about, thinking on everything. From Hikaru, the incident, the seething priestess. It was just all too much to take in. ‘None of this was supposed to happen. This is a school. It’s a sacred place. Why did this happen?!!’ She wasn’t going to cry. This was Hikaru’s chance to make friends. To smile. She wasn’t going to let this chance slip away. “No.”
“No?” Bon Bon blinked in confusion. “No?!!” She pointed her scepter at Pizzelle.It’s power, like the sun itself, was scorching and all encompassing. “How dare you?”
Lyra quickly forced it upwards. “Bon Bon. Quit it.” The Priestess didn’t say anything. She just looked into the steel edged stare that Lyra was giving her that brocured for nothing more than compliance. That wasn’t something Lyra usually did. The Priestess huffed and sat down on the floor.
“Well then,” Cheerilee cleared her throat. It was obvious that she was just as affected by the scepter as Pizzelle, given how she was trying to keep herself still. To her credit, Cheerilee was doing a much better job about it. “I think we can get down to business. Today’s incident will be taken into account in the following. Hikaru is not to be expelled.”
“But-” Bon Bon started, being silenced by Cheerilee’s raised hoof.
“He is not to be expelled unless Pizzelle wishes it,” Cheerilee stated. “She is her guardian until the week is over, am I correct?” Bon Bon reluctantly nodded. “Very well then. He will continue going to school. However, he is not to use any illusion based magic on school ground unless there is a skilled illusionist supervising him. Is that fair?”
Pizzelle nodded. “Oh very much so. Why I think this has been a learning experience for all of us. I certainly do. I remember a little colt in my class who pulled a prank like this once. He got us all riled up with his fake Ursa.” Pizzelle giggled at the memory. “He was a sweet kid, but he didn’t do anything like that for a while after his parents got to him. I’ve been in touch a couple of times. He’s a doctor now. An upstanding member of society. I was quite happy for him.”
Cheerilee smiled. She was thankful for Pizzelle’s input. “And I have no doubt Hikaru will be the same. So we’re clear on this matter then?” No one spoke. Pizzelle out of fear of sparking the argument again and Bon Bon out of frustration. “Good. Hikaru is to remain in school, but you must make it clear to him, Pizzelle. His illusions stay at home until I can find someone of skill to help teach him. You are dismissed.”
Pizzelle gleefully floated out of her chair. “Oh thank you, Cheerilee. I don’t know what I’d do without you. No I don’t. You’re much wiser than you let on. I still don’t know why you didn’t go into politics.”
“I prefer children,” Cheerilee stated. “Much less hassle.”
Pizzelle giggled. “True. See you, dearies~” She waved with a hoof as she flew out the door. ‘Thank Celestia that was short. I don’t think my heart could have taken another minute of that.’
Cheerilee was thankful Pizzelle had left when she did. The beloved teacher didn’t know how long it would take before she exploded with frustration. It wasn’t Pizzelle per say, but her presence was ticking the sun priestess off. That wasn’t healthy for anyone. “Lyra, could you give us a moment?”
Lyra looked to Bon Bon, who nodded. The unicorn mare grinned. “I’ll go check up on Hikaru. Make sure the little guy’s okay.” She trotted out of the room and shut the door behind her.
Cheerilee didn’t say anything. She just adjusted her ears so that they faced the door. When she couldn’t hear anyone, she tilted them away. She stood up from her chair. “Would you like something to drink?”
Bon Bon was still tense, so her nod was a bit stiff. “Some chocolate milk would be wonderful.”
Cheerilee nodded and walked over to a little cooler. It was amazing how magic could be so useful in everyday life. She quickly opened it. Most of the stuff inside her little juices and milks for the kids. There wasn’t any tea or anything like that. Mostly because she hated tea. ‘Disgusting if you asked me.’ She pulled out a little chocolate carton and hoofed it over to Bon Bon.
“Thank you,” Bon Bon opened it up and took a sip. She sighed. “Chocolate always helps with the nerves, you know.” Cheerilee just nodded as she sat back down in her chair. There was an awkward silence. Bon Bon idly looked around. “Still the same old room. Nothing’s changed in years.”
“I like how it is,” Cheerilee answered. “I’ve never had a reason to change anything.”
“Yeah….” Bon Bon frowned as she stared at her drink. “No change at all. That must be nice.”
Cheerilee sighed. “I know you’re having a hard time adjusting after Nightmare Moon’s appearance. We all are, but that’s no reason for you to target Pizzelle.”
“I have not been targeting her,” Bon Bon snorted, narrowing her eyes in anger. “I trusted her to take care of Hikaru.”
“And she has.”
“No she hasn’t!” Bon Bon slammed her hooves onto the desk, causing Cheerilee to scoot backwards in shock. “He’s been in one problematic situation after another. If this keeps up, he’s going to get hurt, or worse. I’m not just going to stand idly by and watch that happen.”
“It isn’t going to happen,” Cheerilee tried to assure her. While they weren’t friends, they were still on friendly terms. She hated seeing the priestess like this. Bon Bon had bags underneath her eyes and she shook slightly with every movement. “I know it’s not my place to judge a priestess. Celestia forgive me, but I’m going to say this because you need to hear it. You’re not thinking clearly, Bon Bon. You’re tired and you’re taking your anger out on everypony else.”
“How dare you insinuate I would do such a thing,” Bon Bon snarled. “I have done nothing but go out of my way to help this town since I was appointed the High Sun Priestess. Hay, I was helping this town since I was a little filly. I would never take my frustration out on others. Pizzelle is a good mare. She’s just not fit to be a mother.”
“And how would you know if you’re not willing to give her a chance,” Cheerilee retorted.
“I let her take Hikaru, didn’t I?” Bon Bon shot back. “They both needed healing. They both needed love, but maybe I was too quick to throw them together. To get something done and bring some sunshine back into our town. This is my fault and I’m going to fix it.”
“By hurting them? By taking them away from each other when they need each other the most?” Cheerilee gave Bon Bon a concerned look. ‘This was worse than I thought,’ she thought as she looked over the irrational mare.
“If that’s what it takes,” Bon Bon answered. “I’m not the bad pony here, Cheerilee. I’m just trying to help.”
“Then let them be,” Cheerilee stated. “You’re putting enough pressure on them as it is. It’s not healthy for anyone.”
“I will not let Hikaru come to harm,” Bon Bon gulped down the entire small carton and threw it into a trashcan. “He’s my responsibility. This town is my responsibility.”
“You’re not the only one trying to help,” Cheerilee tried to find a crack in her fortitude. Somewhere she could slip in and get the priestess to see reason. “You have to take a step back and-”
“Let them die?!!” Bon Bon shouted. She quickly pushed herself up. “No. No one else is going to get hurt. Enough is enough. I’ll let Pizzelle off this time, but mark my words. If Hikaru comes to any harm in the next few days, I am taking him away.”
“It’s only been a few days. You’re being irrational.”
“I am being rational enough,” Bon Bon turned to leave. As she did so, she stumbled. Not because she tripped on something. No, Cheerilee could see how her body was giving out on her. Bon Bon was killing herself with all this worry and anger. The worst part was how she couldn’t think of something to help at this very moment. “Thank you for the drink, Cheerilee. I must be going.”
“Just….” Cheerilee started as the priestess walked out. “Try and get some rest.”
Bon Bon stopped at the doorway. She paused. “Not yet,” and then she was out of sight.
Cheerilee sighed, leaning back in her chair. ‘Damn you, Nightmare Moon. Damn you to Tartarus.’
Pizzelle just thanked the sun above she could feel safe in her own home. It gave her a little bit of sanctity from everything outside. Well unless the Priestess stopped by, but she was sure she was safe from her. At least, for a little while. Cheerilee would surely talk Bon Bon out of blowing up on the baker. Pizzelle knew well enough how level headed and stern the teacher could be. Any teacher worth their salt could only hope to be half as good as Cheerilee was. Which was why she had been adamant about her teaching Hikaru.
That ordeal not but a few hours ago had shaken her resolve. She wasn’t going to give up on keeping Hikaru, but it was getting increasingly clear the Priestess was growing sour on the idea. Pizzelle couldn’t really understand why though. Bon Bon had seemed pleasant enough when she was picking up Hikaru the first time.
‘Has something changed? Did I do something to upset her? Well, I haven’t had the best of luck these past few days. Nightmare Moon really made a mess for Ponyville, so I can’t be the only one having such terrible luck. Is it because of my great uncle Pick Pocket being a renowned pirate? No, he was estranged from the family. That couldn’t be. No it couldn’t.’ Pizzelle kept on pondering as she baked her second batch of cookies. Baking really did help with her nerves.
Pizzelle used her mitten covered hooves to place the tray on the counter. She blew lightly over the raisin cookies, helping to cool them off a bit. While she wasn’t an ice elemental, she knew a few cooling techniques to help her baking. They were little tricks she’d picked up on her travels. Still, her mother’s baking skills were second to none in her own opinion.”Hikaru, dinner is ready.”
The cute little bundle of fur raced into the kitchen and hopped onto a stool by the counter. His tail wagged behind him in such a way that Pizzelle couldn’t help but giggle. She found it so cute. “What’d you make, Miss Pizzelle? It smells yummy.”
Pizzelle nuzzled his little head. “Oh just some raisin cookies. Nothing that special. Not really, unless you count that fiasco several years back in one of the outlying cities. Somepony burnt the cookies so much that we were able to use them as ammunition against Diamond Dogs. It’s almost hilarious in hindsight, if you forget about the blood.” Her eyes widened as she realized she was going on about violence in front of Hikaru of all creatures. He’d had enough of that sort. She quickly grabbed the cookies and rotated a plate towards him. “Since you’ve been a good boy, I thought you deserved your own plate.”
“Really?” Hikaru smiled. “All these are mine?”
Pizzelle nodded. “But don’t eat too much. I don’t want you to get a tummy ache.” She lightly tickled his stomach with a wing, causing him to giggle. She laughed in turn and pulled away. She wanted to keep tickling him. His laugh was so precious, but he needed to eat. Besides, he earned just a little peace.
She’d tickle him before his bedtime.
“Now,” Pizzelle started, taking a seat next to him. “How was your first day at school? Exciting? Very exciting?” Hikaru’s mouth was full of cookies, so he just nodded. Pizzelle sighed in sweet remembrance. “I remember my first day. It certainly wasn’t as exciting as yours. Not very exciting indeed, but it is one of the best days I have ever had. Why, I can even remember my teacher, Golden Snitch, who...Hikaru, slow down.” Pizzelle chuckled as the kitsune stopped shoving cookies into his mouth.
He swallowed what he had and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, Miss Pizzelle. These cookies are really good.”
She nuzzled him, keeping a protective wing around his side. Even if this was her home, it didn’t mean she couldn’t feel a tad bit...anxious given the past few days. “I know, but these cookies aren’t going to run away.” She tapped her chin. “Now, where was I?”
“Golden Snitch.”
“Very good,” Pizzelle smiled at him, earning a smile back. “Now, he was a quick flyer back in the day. A retired Wonderbolt even, but he thought it was his time to hang up his suit and teach. Strange in a way, but he was an excellent teacher I’ll tell you that….”
Something was wrong with her little fox. It had been a few hours since dinner and she was going to tuck him in soon. Yet, he’d been in the bathroom for a while now. She couldn’t stand hearing him wretch over and over again. “Dearie,” Pizzelle knocked on the door. “Are you alright? You’ve been in there for a while.”
“No….” Hikaru groaned, which triggered a bit of fright within her. “I feel terrible.”
Pizzelle quickly opened the door. Thankfully, it was unlocked. She’d have broken it down if it wasn’t. She gasped. Hikaru was hunched over the toilet, shaking like a leaf. His eyes were glassy and it seemed like he was trying to puke his guts out. “Oh my dear little boy,” she rushed over to him and started rubbing her wing gently over his back.
“Miss Pizzelle,” Hikaru groaned. “I’m…” He was cut off by another series of lurches. He didn’t hurl up anything this time, because she could very much tell he had already thrown up everything he had. “I want this to stop. It hurts.”
Pizzelle was beyond frightened. ‘It hurts? He can’t stop throwing up? What sort of bug did he catch? I know kitsune can handle pony diseases well enough, being immune to quite a few of them, but what if he caught something that does affect them. What if there isn’t a cure? What if-’ She shook her head. She wasn’t going down that road. Hikaru was going to be fine. In fact, she personally knew Ponyville’s best nurse. “We’re going to the hospital, Hikaru. Do you think you can walk?”
Hikaru shakily nodded. “I...I can.”
“Good,” Pizzelle nodded and gave him an earnest smile. While she would have loved to have carried him herself, he might get even queasier sashaying on her back. Still, if the walk was too much, she’d pluck him up on the spot. “Then let’s go.” She flushed the toilet quickly. “But not before we wash our hooves, I mean paws. Hygiene is always important for ones health.”
“Alright,” Redheart calmly and slowly said. “Now take slow and small steps.”
“I’m not a foal,” Inquisitor Time Turner wasn’t wearing his usual uniform today, which was something of a rare occasion. Like most inquisitor, priests, and those of Celestia’s order, they liked to keep their uniforms on as much as possible. Redheart wouldn’t have that in her hospital. “Minus one time jump and a few missed centuries and I’m almost as old as Equestria.”
“Age doesn’t matter here,” Redheart snorted. “You’re my patient. That means you have to listen to me, not the other way around.” He opened his mouth. “So no, you can’t go home yet.”
“But I’m a Time Charger,” Time Turner snorted. “We heal quickly and I’ve been in here for days.”
“You’re doing remarkably well for someone who had multiple bones broken and bent out of shape,” Redheart nodded. It was a true testament to modern medicine and time charger biology that he was still living. “However, I can’t in good conscious let you walk about now. Give it another day or two and then you’ll be free to go.”
Time Turner growled in agitation, before sighing. “Very well, Redheart. I’ll stay, if that is what you wish.”
“I wish it very much,” Redheart narrowed her eyes. She knew time chargers were hard to deal with, but Time Turner just had to be the worst of the bunch. He was a nice stallion and all that, but when it came to check-ups and medical attention, he seemed to fight it with all he had. ‘I’m just lucky he hasn’t pitched a fit or something yet.’ Grown ups could do childish things when they’re upset.
Redheart’s ears perked up as they heard shouting coming from the hallways. ‘Perhaps some of the other injured soldiers got antsy.’ Her eyes widened as she watched Nurse Coldheart thrown across the doorway. “What the-”
Redheart blinked in surprise. “Pizzelle, what is going-” She gasped as she looked at Hikaru. He seemed thin and had a glazed and pained expression on his face. He was retching, but nothing was coming out. The nurse guessed well enough that he had already emptied himself. She took him in her hooves. “Oh, Hikaru.” He was slightly shaking in her hold. She knew he hadn’t taken well to stranger, but she could tell it was more to do with what ailed him. She went and gently placed him on a bed. She glanced at Time Turner. “Out.”
“But you wanted me to get back in bed,” Time Turner said in agitation.
“I did, but I don’t want you to catch what Hikaru has.” Redheart stated. “Well, if it is a disease. It could be something else. Still, it’s best you go find a room close by. I’ll be there for you shortly.”
“Oh joy,” Time Turner mumbled as he walked away. He turned and gave Hikaru a sympathetic look. “Be strong, little one. You’re in good hooves.”
Redheart smiled at the compliment. “Now,” she turned to Pizzelle. “What are his symptoms and when did this all start?”
“He’s been throwing up constantly for the last hour or so,” Pizzelle kept her gaze on the little kitsune. “He’s been shaking a lot and he said his tummy hurts.”
“Hmm,” Redheart frowned. Then an idea hit her. “What did he have for dinner?”
Pizzelle smiled and looked at her. “Oh just some raisin cookies and milk, a speciality of my mother-”
Redheart grabbed the baker’s shoulders. “You fed him raisins? You’re not supposed to feed a kitsune grapes of any kind.”
Pizzelle’s eyes widened in fear and she stuttered, “But it’s just raisin cookies. I thought….He liked them and….” She started to shake. “What have I done? I’ve poisoned my little boy. Why? Why? I just-”
Redheart shook the mare, getting out of whatever rant she was about to go on about. “Pizzelle, listen to me. It’s nothing serious. He’s just going to have really bad stomach aches for a while. I have some supplements which should ease the pain and other symptoms. Hikaru will be fine in no time. He just needs plenty of rest and liquids.” She sighed. “You didn’t know, Pizzelle. This isn’t your fault.”
“Yes it is,” Pizzelle sniffed, using her hoof to wipe away a tear. “I went to Japox myself once. I met quite a few nobles and common kitsune. I even traded a few recipes. I just forgot to bring up grapes. I should have. They would have warned me and Hikaru would be fine. This is my fault.”
“You didn’t know,” Redheart stated. “Don’t beat yourself up over this. Hikaru is going to be fine and you know now.”
“But-”
Redheart cut her off and took her hooves off the mare’s shoulders. “I have a book on kitsune dietary needs. Yes, I like to be prepared for anything so it’s no surprise I have it. You can take it with you once Hikaru’s better. It’ll help make sure that this doesn’t happen again.”
Pizzelle nodded. “Thank you.”
Redheart smiled. “Anytime,” she turned to the door. “I’ll be right back. I just need to get the supplements.” She paused in the doorway. “Pizzelle?”
“Hmm,” Pizzelle smiled.
“You do know I have to make a report to Bon Bon, right?” Redheart gave her friend a concerned eye.
Pizzelle gulped. If she didn’t have that almost white coat, Redheart was sure she’d be pailing. “I’ll deal with her when the time comes.”
Pizzelle sat by Hikaru’s bed. In the last couple of hours, she hadn’t moved from that spot. She couldn’t. Some just thought she was frozen in place, for her expression and gaze never changed. It was just locked on the little kitsune as he slept peacefully. The only part of her that moved was her shimmering eyes and her quivering lips. A tear would occasionally fall down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I…” She was at a loss for words. Everything that ran through her mind seemed just wrong to say right now. ‘It’s my fault he’s like this. I should have known. I should have asked about his diet. Why? Why didn’t I? I’m an idiot.’ She kept hammering herself over and over, but it was never enough. She felt like she was an utter failure. She couldn’t even think about baking.
“You deserve somepony better,” Pizzelle spoke, stroking his mane. “I’m not the mother you need. I’m just…” She sighed. “A failure, that’s what I am. I want you to be happy, but look at what I’ve done to you. What kind of mother poisons their own child?” Her voice wavered and she tried to keep down her sobbing. “Maybe it would be better to...to…” She couldn’t say it. She didn’t want to send him away. She wanted to be a mother so badly and she loved him so much. He’d only been with her for a few days, but he had wormed his way into her heart.
“Ow, ow, ow,” Shade limped into the room, breaking Pizzelle away from her turmoil. One of his back legs was bruised and he did his best to keep off of it. “Well there goes my job. Figures.” He looked to Pizzelle and smiled. “Hey Pizzelle,” he frowned. “You’re crying.”
Pizzelle wiped away her tears with her foreleg. “It happens, deary. I’m an emotional mare. Very emotional. It runs in the family. You did not want to be caught up in one of my grandmother’s fits. She would go on for hours and nearly make you deaf with how loud she would get.”
“We aren’t talking about your grandmother,” Shade took a seat next to her. “You’re the one crying.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be training with the militia?” Pizzelle wondered why he’d still be here. If he was wounded, he should be accompanied by another militia member or at least still have his uniform.
“Got kicked out,” Shade huffed. “Don’t ask me how….I don’t want to talk about it.” Given how he winced at the memory, Pizzelle kept her mouth shut. Of course, she’d pester the other militia ponies later about this. “Now why are you crying?”
“I’m...going to have to give up Hikaru,” Pizzelle sniffled.
Shade smiled. “You adopted him? That’s great.”
Pizzelle blinked in confusion. “But I said I’m giving him up. Didn’t you hear that?”
Shade quirked an eyebrow. “Of course I did. I just don’t believe it. Besides Redheart obviously, you’d be one of the best mothers in the Element line up. Well, I think so. You just remind me of my mother is all and she would never just let me go. She was the best mother anyone could hope for.”
“Was?” Pizzelle didn’t like what that implied.
“She got eaten by pirahnas in a tofu factory,” Shade frowned. “Yeah, my family doesn’t have the best of luck. It’s hereditary. I was on my own until Apostle found me and that led me here.”
Pizzelle pulled him into a strong hug. Given her Earth pony genes, it was almost bone crushing. “I’m so sorry!” She cried into his fur.
Shade gagged and teleported out of her hold. “I am so glad I learned that spell,” he huffed. He looked back to her. “It’s okay. It’s been a while and again, runs in the family.”
“But she was your mother,” Pizzelle sniffed.
“Yes she was,” Shade said. “I needed her to tell me I was stupid for considering Apostle’s help. I needed her to make me smile. I needed her to say that she loved me one more time. I will never hear her voice again or feel her warmth. I loved her, but she’s gone now. I would give anything to have her back, but that’s not going to happen.” He pointed at Hikaru. “He needs you now, Pizzelle. Don’t be stupid and let him go for whatever reason you’re thinking about. Don’t make him lose another parent.”
Pizzelle was stunned by his words. It was honestly annoying how often she was at a loss as to what to say lately. Shade’s outburst was surprising. She would make sure to bake for him often and give him lots of cookies and hugs from now on. Her mother instincts kicked in and then she looked at Hikaru and it burst forth. How could she think about giving him up now? Oh yes, she had a rough time these past few days. That didn’t mean she had to give him up. She loved this little kitsune.
She’d be cursed if she ever just threw him away.
“Shade!” Redheart called out, before trotting into the room. “What are you doing in here?”
Shade gulped. “I was just, you know, going about for a walk?”
Redheart gave him a stern gaze. “You shouldn’t be walking on that leg. You need to keep off it, or it’s going to keep being sore.”
“Can’t you just get a healing spell or something?”
“With how much dark magic is running through your system, that would be detrimental.” Redheart explained. Which was true. The realm of darkness didn’t mix well with the other realms, to the point that ‘healing’ spells of other varieties either wouldn’t have any effect or make the wounds worse. She trotted over and nudged him into an empty bed. “Since you’re here, just hop into one of these bed and be quiet. Hikaru’s trying to sleep.”
“I’ll keep my mouth shut,” Shade grumbled as he got into bed.
“Good,” Redheart nodded. She turned to Pizzelle and her gaze softened. “How is he?” She trotted over slowly and smiled down at the kitsune.
“Better,” Pizzelle gave a weak smile of her own.
“Just ‘better’?” Redheart asked. “No long stories about your own adventures or gossip?” When Pizzelle shook her head, the nurse frowned. “It’s going to be alright.”
“I know,” Pizzelle kissed Hikaru’s forehead. “I’m going to make sure of it.”
“WHERE ARE THEY?!!” Bon Bon’s voice came rolling into the hospital like a hurricane.
“Well I just remembered I have to be somewhere else for something really important,” Shade teleported over to the doorway and winced when he found himself on his bad leg. He walked out the door. “Ow...well, see you-” He was cut off when he was slammed aside by Lyra as she skidded to a halt.
“I tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t listen to me.” Lyra panted. “Wait, did I hit something a moment ago?”
“No,” Shade’s pained voice called out.
Lyra beamed. “Good.” Of course Lyra was thrown to the side when a tipsy and angered Bon Bon pushed her out of the way. Given her strength, it sent her flying. “Don’t worry. I’m okay. Shade cushioned my fall.”
“I’m happy to help,” Shade croaked out.
“You,” Bon Bon held her staff shakily in her hooves. Her bloodshot eyes pierced through Pizzelle. She wasn’t currently wearing her priestess outfit, which was a bad sign since priestesses rarely took them off. “YOU!” She shouted and pointed her free hoof towards the baker. She staggered but kept herself upright. “You hurt him.”
“I didn’t know he couldn’t eat raisins,” Pizzelle shook in fear. A sun priestess wasn’t the sort of being you wanted glaring at you.
“You still hurt him,” Bon Bon waved her hoof about. “He’s in the hospital, Pizzelle. THE HOSPITAL! I trusted you to keep an eye on him and-” she staggered again and clutched her staff for support. “-this is how you repay me? By poisoning a child.”
“He’s fine, priestess.” Redheart spoke up, causing Bon Bon’s glare to turn towards her. However, Redheart took in stride. She was used to dealing with angry or bitter ponies in her hospital so it didn’t affect her. “It was just a tummyache. He’ll be right as rain in the morning.”
“You’re covering for her,” Bon Bon walked over to them and there was something off about her smell. It carried an alcoholic tang to it. “You may have wielded the blessed Elements, but you’re just ponies. Ponies can be evil. They can hurt and they can kill.”
“We aren’t going to hurt or kill anyone, Bon Bon.” Redheart stated. “Go home and get some rest. As a qualified medic, I say you need it desperately.”
“I will not sleep until we are safe again,” Bon Bon said. “I don’t need it. I have Celestia’s holy presence to guide me. No slumber will take me from helping this town. No more death. That’s why I’m taking Hikaru tomorrow and shipping him to Japox.”
“You can’t!” Pizzelle earnestly spoke up. It was amazing Hikaru was still asleep. Of course, Redheart had given him some sleep medication so that could be an answer.
“I will for his safety,” Bon Bon snorted. “Hate me all you want, but this is for the best.”
“Bon Bon, you’re drunk.” Redheart pushed her away. “Go home.”
“I am not drunk,” Bon Bon thrust her sun scepter at Redheart, forcing her to retreat. “I’m perfectly fine! So shut up and listen to me. I’m doing what’s best for us. No one else is going to die under my watch. I won’t let it happen!”
“No one’s going to die,” Redheart earnestly said. “The battle’s over. Ponyville is safe.”
“It’s not safe,” Bon Bon struck the floor with the butt of her scepter. The strike lit up the room with holy light magic and died down. “It’s not safe until I say it is and I know for a fact it isn’t. So shut up, Redheart. I am the high sun priestess. My word is law. Hikaru leaves for Japox tomorrow.”
Pizzelle felt like a fire was just lit up in her chest. It spread until her whole form was consumed by it. In a fit of determination, she stood up from her seat. “No.”
“No?” Bon Bon stared at Pizzelle incredulously. “No?!! You dare to tell me no?”
“Somepony has to,” Pizzelle stated. “You remind me of this stallion named Overtime I met on my travels with Presto. He was a nice stallion, but his troops were hit badly by the griffins. So badly that he vowed never to let them get caught off guard again. He drove himself mad, Bon Bon. Very mad. He started thinking and doing things he never thought to do before. He drove his troops up the wall and they got sick of it. He was relieved of duty by a sun priestess.”
“I will not be relieved,” Bon Bon shouted, her sun scepter charging up. “I am the High Sun Priestess of Ponyville. I am not some soldier. I know what I’m doing. So be quiet.”
“Bon Bon,” Lyra quickly ran into the room, stopping short of the entrance. “It’s me, Lyra. You know, you’re best friend. I’m not sure if you’ve gone off the deep end yet.” Lyra’s eyes shrank when Bon Bon gave her a pointed glare. “Okay, so you might have a little. Not a lot. That’s good.” She nervously smiled.
“Lyra,” Bon Bon growled. “Take these ponies away. I’ll stay with Hikaru until he is moved.”
“Don’t you think you’re taking this too far?” Lyra asked, walking closer to her friend.
“No, no, no,” with each word, Bon Bon advanced towards her until the two mares were right in front of each other. “Lyra, listen to me. Hikaru is leaving. He’ll be safe in Japox.”
“You’re taking this too far,” Lyra squared her shoulders and gave her friend a tough look. “As an Inquisitor in training, it’s my duty to safeguard this town.”
“Yes that’s mine too.”
“You’re abusing your power, though.” Lyra admitted. “You’re taking him away from Pizzelle because of a few mishaps and before the allotted time. Time you gave them.”
“Shouldn’t we do something?” Pizzelle whispered to Redheart. She didn’t want to see these two fight. They were practically family given how close they were.
“It’s best not to get in between them,” Redheart whispered back. “They’re likely to tear us apart if we do.”
“When did you become so smart?” Bon Bon sneered. “You’re just a big dog pony. Act like it.”
Lyra’s jaw dropped. It was clear that she was hurt by those words. “You...You promised you’d never make fun of me for that.”
“For what?” Bon Bon scoffed, swaying. “For being raised like a mutt. Let me tell you something. You’re being a pain now shut up and let me do my job, mutt. Go play with your sticks or whatever.”
Lyra did something none of them thought she ever would do. Lyra Heartstring slapped Bon Bon. Hard. “SNAP OUT OF IT!”
Bon Bon held her stinging, red cheek and gawked at Lyra. “You hit me.” She muttered more to herself.
“Because you’re not Bon Bon,” Lyra growle, choking back tears. “You’re not my friend. You’re just some shell that’s taken her place. I know you’re a good mare. I know you’re hurt, but this isn’t going to change it.”
“She’s right,” Redheart stepped close to the sun priestess, but gave her enough breathing space. “Priestess, please listen. You need to calm down and get some rest. You’re stressing yourself to the point of breaking.”
“I will not break!” Bon Bon shouted, her voice amplified by her holy magic. It pushed everypony away with dazzling golden energy. “I will protect my town. No more death. No more pain. I will right our wrongs and fix everything. I’m taking Hikaru and that’s that.”
Shade teleported in front of the bed. “If you want him, you’ll have to go through me first.” Bon Bon pointed her sun scepter at him. “In hindsight, I should have seen this coming.”
Of course, Bon Bon never did strike. She fell limp the moment a pistol butt was smashed into the back of her head. “Dreadful business this is,” Time Turner remarked, having arrived shortly with all the shouting going on. “I’m just glad I got here as soon as I did. A charged blast of holy magic would have killed you, Shade.”
“Well I’m not dead, so thanks.” Shade remarked.
Redheart sighed and picked up the priestess and put her over her shoulder. “I may not be an expert on this sort of thing, since I prefer dealing with physical ailments, I’ll see what I can do for her.”
“Why not use a therapist?” Shade asked.
“He was killed during Nightmare Moon’s attack on the town,” Redheart lamented. “Not ten hooves away from me.”
“Oh….” Shade looked away, ashamed that he had been a part of that attack.
“No matter,” Redheart smiled, giving him a motherly nuzzle. “I don’t blame you. You’ve turned a new leaf and you want to repent. That’s more than most heretics can claim.” She turned and trotted out of the room. “I just need to get her to a secure location so she doesn’t blast anypony when she wakes up.”
“I’ll go with you,” Lyra softly nuzzled her unconcsious friend. “She needs me more than ever.” Redheart nodded and the two trotted away.
A soft yawn was heard. Pizzelle turned to see Hikaru stirring. “Miss Pizzelle, did I miss something? There was some loud noises and…”
“No dearie,” Pizzelle smiled and walked over to kiss his forehead. “It wasn’t much of anything. Just get your rest.”
“Okay,” he gave her a little smile before resting.
Pizzelle nuzzled him. “Sweet dreams. I love you, little one.” She meant it and she wasn’t going to fret over this anymore. She’d keep Hikaru. Not just because she wanted to be a mother, but because he needed her. Well, she needed him to and perhaps Bon Bon needed the both of them. Time would only tell.
For the first time in days, Bon Bon felt at peace. It was a rather strange kind of peace however. It wasn’t like her conscience was free of guilt, or all the bad stuff turned out to be just a nightmare. No, it was as though she was wrapped in her mother’s embrace. She felt loved and safe. The feeling was warm and light. It was as though someone was using a holy prayer upon her, but times that by a thousand. That didn’t even begin to describe this feeling.
Opening her eyes, she found herself lying on some white, astral surface. The same stuff that was all around her. It seemed like a dream, but it was just so much more. There was only one way to describe it. Her eyes widened as they lit up in realization.
This was the Celestial plane. The plane of light. Celestia’s domain. This was where she gathered her energy from. Where her prayers floated about and gave warmth to those who needed it. Rather, the goddess of the sun answered them and did so. Bon Bon would never claim that it was her own powers that had created miracles. That would be taking credit from Princess Celestia, which is heresy.
Immediately, she fell to her knees and started praying. She almost smashed her face into the ground with how quick she did it. ‘Why am I here?’ She asked herself constantly. Only the purest of the pure could freely roam here, or those ordained by her majesty of the sun. That or in dire cases, those connected to the pure sun goddess would be granted aid here. She hadn’t recalled anything so dire as to come here and she wouldn’t try and build herself up to meet her goddess’ standards. ‘Why am I here?’
“You are here because you need to be, my little pony.” A voice both comforting and strong came upon her ears. Bon Bon turned to see the holy sun goddess in all her true majesty. Her white fur gleamed as holy magic seemed to course around it. Celestia smiled. “Rise. You need not bow.” Her voice was lilting, always comforting but powerful.
“As you command, Your Majesty.” Bon Bon said, causing a slight frown to appear on Celestia’s face.
“No, you stand on your own accord.” Celestia said. “Now, why are you here?”
“I don’t know why, Your Majesty.” Bon Bon took a quick look around herself to check that she still was in the plane of light. It was just so baffling. She was worthy of seeing this place?
“Deep down, I think you do.” Celestia walked right up to her, her height rather intimidating. Then she laid down in front of Bon Bon and kept her gaze at eye level. “Why are you here, my little pony?”
Bon Bon tried to keep herself from shaking. For some reason, she felt a sliver of shame slither through her spine. “I just want everypony to be safe.”
“A commendable goal, but you can’t always protect everyone.” Celestia sighed.“You’re hurting. I can see that clearly, but I can also see that you’re bottling it up. This is not healthy.”
“But I have to do something!” Bon Bon shouted and then held a hoof over her mouth. ‘I just shouted at the sun goddess! I’ve sinned. NOOOOO!’
“You’re going about it in the wrong way,” Celestia moved her wing, conjuring up pictures and movies about what had happened over the last few days. “You’ve come a long way since you’re foalhood.” She smiled, glancing at a few little movies of a filly Bon Bon jumping around a church.
Bon Bon wished she still had her robes and holy crown, so she could hide her embarrassed blush.
“Your services to the kingdom are commendable,” Celestia smiled, looking over a few images and movies of her later years. In the realm of light, everyone was like an open book to the goddess. There were no secrets here. “But you are allowing your guilt to cloud your mind.”
“My goddess,” Bon Bon started. “Hikaru can’t be kept here. We aren’t kitsune. This isn’t his home and he’s in constant danger. Just look into my memories, Your Majesty. You’ll see.”
“I have seen enough,” Celestia gave her a look of disappointment, which made her want to sink into the ground. “Your actions, while done with good intentions, aren’t helping anyone. Ponyville has always been a trouble magnet. There is always some danger or monster lurking about. No one can change that.”
“But he is in danger as long as he stays with Pizzelle,” Bon Bon tried to get her goddess to see reason.’She has too. He’s going to die if she doesn’t.’ “He’s almost been eaten, poisoned, and bullied.”
“And so have many other children across Equestria,” Celestia responded. “None of them were taken from their parents.”
“But Pizzelle-”
“Is a fine and outstanding mare,” Celestia smiled. “I may not know her all that well personally other than a few meetings here and there, but I believed her to be an excellent mother figure. I still do in fact. I have faith in her.”
Bon Bon’s mouth fell open. ‘Celestia….has faith in her? No, she can’t. Hikaru...’ “He’s not safe with her. He’s not safe here. Please take him away. Please don’t let him get hurt. Please, my princess, goddess of light. Please!”
Celestia, without a second thought, pulled Bon Bon to her chest. Her wings covered the smaller mare and she nuzzled her as a mother would a child. Bon Bon didn’t realize she was crying until she realized Celestia’s fur was wet from her tears. “Shhh, it’s alright. My little pony, shhh.”
“I..I just want everyone to be safe,” Bon Bon weeped, openly nuzzling Celestia. She never would have done this before. It was inappropriate, but right now it felt natural. It was almost like she was hugging her own mother. “I don’t want the dark to take Hikaru.”
“The dark isn’t going to take anyone,” Celestia assured her with a few nuzzles. “Not anymore.”
“That’s what they said last time and look what happened,” Bon Bon growled. “They died. They just fucking died, bleeding out on the ground and I...couldn’t save them all.”
“In a war, many die.”
“But I could have saved them,” Bon Bon shouted, hiccuping during her sobs. “I could have done something, but I didn’t.”
“You did your best,” Celestia brough Bon Bon’s face over to meet hers and gave her a comforting, motherly look of compassion. Her wings wiped away the earth pony’s tears. “That’s all I ever expect any of my ponies to do. I am proud of you, Bon Bon.”
Bon Bon had never felt happier in her life. Even getting her own cutie mark paled in comparison to this moment. Princess Celestia, the goddess of the sun, was proud of her. Her! ‘I don’t know what to say. I...I...’ She started to tear up again.
“Don’t cry,” Celestia gave her a soft nuzzle at the top of her head. “You’ve made mistakes. We all have. It’s just that you need to realize the mistakes and fix them.”
“How…?” ‘I hurt Pizzelle….She’s my friend and I hurt her. How could I have been so stupid? So blind?’ Everything she had done came crashing down on her all at once and she felt sick at her stomach. Celestia’s warmth drove the sickness away.
Waking up in a soft bed wasn’t as comforting as it should have been. Well, not now. Hospital beds are amongst the best in the country. Equestria spares no expense in treating its citizens and soldiers. It’s just that one feels a tad melancholy after leaving the comforting and holy plane of light. Bon Bon blearily opened her eyes.
“You’re lucky we have other sun priestesses about,” Redheart chuckled standing in Bon Bon’s line of sight. “Or else you’d be having the mother of splitting headaches.”
Bon Bon didn’t drink often, but she knew well enough what hangovers felt like. If she was a little bit sober, she could cast holy magic to cleanse herself. It’s just that Bon Bon never drank alcohol in small amounts that was the problem. ‘I’m glad Lyra doesn’t let me bring any of that stuff home.’
“How are you feeling?”
“Physically or spiritually?” Bon Bon asked.
“Both.” Redheart was one of the few ponies in town that could stand up to and tolerate Bon Bon’s aggressive manner. That and nurses and priestesses were trained in similar ways, but one more practical while the other spiritual.
Bon Bon sighed. “My body is well enough, but my spirit is still troubled.”
“By guilt?” Redheart quirked an eyebrow. She sighed when the other mare winced. “I don’t hate you for what you did, neither does Lyra.” She tilted her head to where Lyra was lying. She was curled up like a dog at the end of a bed.
Bon Bon chuckled. “She always did hate sleeping alone.”
Redheart let out a good humored snort. “I just hope she doesn’t ruin the sheets.”
Bon Bon rolled her eyes and frowned. “Where’s Pizzelle?”
“She’s-”
Redheart was cut off when Pizzelle barged into the room with a large plate of cookies on her back. “Deary, you’re awake. I’m so gald. So very glad. I honestly thought Time Turner hit you a bit harder than he had to. I’m sure he could have talked you out of it.” She held up a hoof when Bon Bon opened her mouth. “You wouldn’t have hurt, Shade. I don’t believe that for a second. I’ve known you for years, Bon Bon. I’m not going to let some drunken rage come between us. Why, this reminds me of the time that Presto got drunk and almost started a war with the minotaurs. Poor dear. Unicorns just can’t handle alcohol. I mean, it was just after his second glass.” She plopped the cookies onto the sheets. “Lucky for you, I had plenty of cookies lying around.”
Bon Bon looked downcast. She knew why there were so many cookies in Pizzelle’s house. “I’m sorry.” It hurt seeing how forgiving Pizzelle was being. She almost killed someone in a stupid rage. She tried to rip her child away from her. ‘She has every right to hate me forever.’
“Apology accepted,” Pizzelle gave her a hug.
She still didn’t feel worthy of this. ‘She should hate me. Hate me!’ She hugged Pizzelle back and cried. Pizzelle’s earthern genes saved her from the priestess’ killer hug.
“Huh?” Lyra yawned and stretched as she woke up. “What time is BON BON!” Lyra cheered and joined in on the hug. She licked Bon Bon’s face furiously.
The sun priestess giggled. “Down, Lyra. Down.” Of course, she made no move to stop her friend. “I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Good,” Lyra smiled. “I was afraid I was going to have to beat it into you.” Everyone laughed. “I’m serious.”
“Pizzelle,” High Sun Priestess Bon Bon cleared her throat, sending a serious expression Pizzelle’s way. “Pizzelle, I hereby proclaim Aki Hikaru your son on all accounts.”
The baker’s lip started to quiver as she cried happy tears. “Thank you. Just….thank you.”
“What?” Hikaru’s voice piped up. The tray of cookies image suddenly eroded away to show Hikaru and only half a tray of cookies left. He burped, falling backwards on the bed.
While the other mares ‘aww’d’, Pizzelle frowned. “Hikaru, what have I said about eating sweets?”
“Not to eat a lot of it at one time,” Hikaru’s ears folded backwards. “Miss Pizzelle, do you really want to be my mommy?” Pizzelle nodded eagerly. “Do I have to call you mommy now?”
Pizzelle frowned. “You don’t have to. I don’t really care really. I just want you to be happy.”
“I do want you to be my mommy, Miss Pizzelle.” Aki Hikaru sniffled, prompting Pizzelle to swiftly but gently take him in her hooves. “But I just lost one mommy and….”
“You need time?” Pizzelle cooed, nuzzling him. “I understand. You can take your time, Hikaru. I can wait.” She chuckled as if remembering something. “This is going to make an interesting story for Sunset’s reports.”
Ponyville’s library was never busy. There were days that it had a fair amount of business, but ever since the last librarian quit due to a ‘Quickfix’ related issue, it was nearly a deadzone of sorts. That wasn’t the case today. The area around the tree house was bustling. Several ponies were moving back and forth, carrying all sorts of items. Many of which looked like they belonged in Celestia’s own castle. They were in a way, but not anymore. They were following their owner to their new home.
Said owner was lounging on a sun stylized throne with rather plushy, red pillows beneath her. Sunset Shimmer sipped on a little lemonade drink as two pegasus fanned her with large, wind fans. Given their innate magic, the fans could cool someone off well enough even if they were standing in lava. Sunset didn’t mind the heat. She loved it, but she really just wanted to put on a show. “Moving is such hard work.”
“It would be if you actually did anything,” Spike commented as he idly held a suitcase the size of a mare on his shoulder. Earth dragon strength was comparable to earth ponies, though dragons did have a bit of an advantage. He stopped to give her a judging frown.
Sunset always hated that frown. He got it from their mother, but unlike their mother, Sunset would just brush off her brother’s concern. Well, she would have. Not now. Not after she almost lost him. She fought back the horrible memories and the urge to hug him. She’d hug him later when there weren’t so many ponies around. “I’m a princess. I shouldn’t have to perform menial labor. That’s why we have servants.”
“Well this isn’t exactly the nicest way to treat them,” Spike commented as he put the suitcase down on the ground and leant on it. “I do believe mom told you to send her reports on friendship and working our servants to the bone isn’t going to make you any friends.”
“I already have friends,” Sunset snorted, taking another sip. “I can work with them. These ponies are being paid to serve me. I don’t need to be their friend.”
“No,” Spike frowned, furrowing his scaly brow. “Stop. This is exactly the sort of thing that made you feared across the country. Not to mention what you said before coming to Ponyville.”
“Okay,” Sunset huffed. “You don’t have to gripe so much, Spike. I’m still new to this whole friendship thing. I promise I’ll lighten up.” Sunset smiled and nuzzled her little brother, before she turned to the ponies before her. Her gaze hardened as she saw some of the ponies slacking off. “Pick up the pace!” Her horn flared and a whip of fire shot forth and cracked over their heads. “You’re being paid to move, you idiots!”
Spike sighed and licked his claws. He pinched the end of Sunset’s horn, cancelling her fire spell. She yelped and glared at him. “What? I’m just trying to help you lighten up.” He chuckled as she continued to glare at him.
“You’re insufferable,” she said.
“You’re a hothead,” Spike countered. “Come on, sis. You need a dragon to cool you off. A dragon. That oughta tell you something about your temper.”
“Pfft, as if.” Sunset rolled her eyes. “I’m fine just the way I am. Besides, you’re not like other dragons so that analogue doesn’t work. You’re far too even tempered.”
“You’ve got me there,” Spike relented with a smirk. “But can’t you just try, for me.”
“Of course,” Sunset pulled him into a hug, nuzzling him. She didn’t hug him as often as she’d like. It hurt knowing that she needed him to be put in mortal danger to realize that. She loved her little brother and she was going to step it up a notch as his big sister.
“You’re a little huggy today,” Spike chuckled as he returned the embrace.
“I can be huggy if I want to be,” Sunset smiled. That smile left her when she heard the two ponies fanning her ‘awww’. She glared at them, noticing that they had stopped. “Don’t you two have a job to do.” She snorted as they doubled their efforts, ending the hug as well.
“Sunset!” Pizzelle’s shout drew Sunset’s attention and she waved off the fanners. The two bowed and trotted off, looking rather relieved. On her back sat Aki Hikaru, the little kitsune they had met that dreadful night.
“Hey Pizzelle,” Sunset said idly. “What brings you here today?”
“Oh I just wanted to stop and chat for a bit,” Pizzelle stopped short of the throne and bowed her head.
Sunset frowned. “Don’t bow. Friends don’t bow,” she tapped her chin. “At least, I don’t think they do.” She shrugged. “Still getting used to this ‘having friends’ thing.” She trotted off her throne.
“I can imagine,” Pizzelle chuckled. “Now I just wanted to talk a bit. You mentioned that your mother wanted you to send her reports on friendship?” At Sunset’s nod, Pizzelle continued, “Well I think I learned a little lesson over the last few days. I know it may not be much and I’m sure Princess Celestia has better things to do with her time, but every little bit helps.”
“I appreciate it,” Sunset smiled. ‘Huh, never had somepony help me with an assignment without my mother ordering them to. Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to set a few of them on fire. Though, I am justified when the idiots can’t even follow a simple instruction correctly or forget that I am indeed a princess...Wow, I really was a jerk.’ Sunset cringed inwardly at a few harsh memories. She made sure to remind herself not to burn her new friends. Well, unless they did something stupid or messed with her home. Teleporting them away was still an option and Shade still earned a bolt or two.
“I’ll go get you some paper and a quill,” Spike said as he headed off inside.
“I’ll join you,” Pizzelle lightly put Hikaru down. “Now you stay here and be good for Princess Sunset, Hikaru.”
“I will, Miss Pizzelle.” Hikaru nodded, earning him a kiss on the forehead as Pizzelle trotted off.
Now Sunset wasn’t one you could call ‘child-friendly’. Mostly because she avoided dealing with kids. She just didn’t know how to deal with them, or rather, she just didn’t want to. She’d make an exception for Hikaru, but she still felt a little uneasy about how to do it. “Umm...Hello, Hikaru.”
“Hello, Princess Sunset.” Hikaru bowed.
“No bowing,” Sunset said. ‘If I am going to impress mom with my friendship skills, I have to put aside my pride. Besides, I can get the servants to bow in their place later.’ “And call me, Sunset.”
“Okay, Miss Sunset.” Hikaru smiled in a way that made her want to pick him up in a hug.
Sunset shook her head and chuckled. “Good enough. So, how’re you doing? I haven’t seen you in days.”
“I’m staying with Miss Pizzelle,” Hikaru said. “She wants to be my new mommy.”
Sunset blinked in shock, but quickly shook herself out of it. She remembered Pizzelle mentioning a couple of times how much she wanted kids. Honestly, she was all for Hikaru being adopted. She vividly remembered her own childhood and how much Celestia made her feel special when she took her in. “I’m happy to hear that. Everyone deserves to have a family.”
Hikaru frowned. “I really like Miss Pizzelle and I do want her to be my mommy, but….”
“You don’t want to lose her like your real mother,” Sunset finished for him, sighing. “I was like you once. Alone and without a family.”
“Really?” Hikaru’s eyes widened. “But I thought the Princess was your mommy forever.”
Sunset frowned and looked away. “I wish she was. My heart wouldn’t ache like it does if that were true. No, I was an orphan until Celestia chose me and my brother to be her family, just like Pizzelle chose you. The difference between us is that I never knew my real parents. You did and they loved you, right?” Hikaru nodded. “Good. You can take your time, Hikaru. She’ll love you regardless.”
Hikaru was silent for a moment. “Is Celestia like a real mommy to you?”
Sunset chuckled and ruffled his head fur with her hoof. “What kind of question is that? Spike and Celestia aren’t blood related, but they’re my real family. Now stop frowning. Let’s go get you some ice cream.”
Celestia rarely visited Canterlot’s dungeons. While they held some of the worst creatures and foes she had faced, they weren’t anything she couldn’t handle. Most of the troublemakers that could make her sweat were kept in Tartarus. This time was different. There was an extra special prisoner held here and she wasn’t going to wait any longer to see her.
“My princess,” Fervent, the head of Celestia’s Holy Inquisition, spoke as he boldly walked alongside his monarch. He still made sure that she was in the lead. He would never dare insinuate he had to lead her anywhere. “Do you honestly think this is worth your time? She is the goddess of the moon and darkness. I hardly think we have any hope in redeeming her.”
Celestia quickly turned her head to look him in the eye, causing him to pause as he beheld her grace and power. “Do you doubt me?”
“No,” Fervent shook his head, bowing low before her. “I would never. Forgive this pony for touching on the faithless line of heresy.”
“You are forgiven,” Celestia moved on. “I know you are concerned for me, Fervent. I thank you for that, but you must trust me on this. Luna is my sister. My blood. With all my heart, I believe she can be saved from herself. I will not abandon her. Not again.” ‘Never again.’
“Any being would be lucky beyond measure to share your blood,” Fervent replied.
Celestia didn’t feel up for commenting on that. She knew that such ideologies were necessary to keep her kingdom in order, they could sometimes be exasperating. It hadn’t taken them long after to reach their destination. It was the lowest point in Canterlot, barring the abandoned crystal mines of yore. Nopony ever used those.
The cell they were visiting today was among the most well enchanted prison cells in the entire country, only losing out to the spells laid upon Discord’s tomb. There were two Immortals, large undead former Knights who served beyond death, standing guard. Immortals stood taller than even Knights, a good head or two so. Sometimes even larger. These two were twice Celestia’s size. All that was left of their original bodies was bones and armor of old. Over most of the exposed body were blue flames. These flames were the necromantic energy that kept them alive and could be weaponized against future enemies.
With them were six Bearers of Flame. They wore flame retarded, yellow clothes and had a set of protective eyewear. On their side they bore a long tube like object. It was a flamethrower of sorts, spewing Celestia’s own enchanted fire magic. Each weapon was imbued with a little bit of Celestia’s own magic. The ponies would fight to the death to keep these weapons out of the enemy’s hands or whatever they held things with.
“Luna,” Celestia spoke. “Are you awake?”
The figure inside the prison cell stirred. Each of her legs were shackled with magical steel. A large metal band had been wrapped around her horn and wings to prevent her from doing any type of magic. As she stood up, the shackles rattled about. “Do not call me that, Celestia. I am Nightmare Moon. Luna died eons ago.”
“No matter how many times you say that, I still don’t believe it.” Celestia smiled and laid herself down in front of the cell.
“Why have you come here?” Luna growled, turning to give her sister a piercing glare. “To mock me?”
“I simply wanted to talk,” Celestia used her magic to teleport a letter to herself. She cast her gaze upon it, thankful she had something to distract her from Luna’s gaze. It pained her to see Luna like this. “I just received a letter from my son.”
“The dragon whelp,” Luna scoffed. “It just shows how decrepit you are to take a dragon for a child.”
Celestia ignored that remark. “It’s about Pizzelle, one of the Element bearers and the lesson she learned while taking in Aki Hikaru.”
“And I should care...Why?” Luna snorted.
“I thought I’d keep you updated on Sunset’s friendship reports,” Celestia smiled.
“Friendship reports?” Luna blinked in confusion, before falling over in laughter. It echoed with mad delight as she thrashed about in her shackles. Calming herself, she sneered. “You really have gone senile. Friendship isn’t something you can study. It’s worthless. Pointless. It’s a disgusting little waste of time and thought. No wonder Equestria is still plagued by enemies to this day. You’ve let it grow weak. WEAK!” She shouted in anger and rage, rushing as close as she could to Celestia. Her jaws snapped as if she was trying to bite the elder alicorn’s throat. “I will make it strong again, Celestia. I will bring us back to our former glory.”
“You’re wrong,” Celestia sighed. “Friendship has kept us together and standing strong. We would be nothing without it.”
“Lies!”
“It defeated you, didn’t it?” Celestia quirked an eyebrow. Luna just sulked in place, unable to say anything to that. Celestia shook her head, feeling a bit guilty for pulling that card. “Nevermind.” She opened up the letter. “Dear Princess Celestia.”
“I’m going to hate this,” Luna put her hooves over her ears childishly, causing Celestia to giggle as she continued.
‘I remember when she did this as a foal. She always hated studying.’ Celestia’s smile was warm and gentle as she continued to read the letter. For a moment, she would pretend that they were silly kids again who ran through the fields as their mother watched with a smile. For a moment, she could forget that they ever hated each other. For a moment, she would forget how fate had ripped everything they had once loved into pieces.
It could only last for a moment, but Celestia was going to cherish it as she had done her own children. ‘Perhaps I’ll move Apostle’s cell close to Luna’s own so she can have company when I’m not here.’ She put that thought aside as she continued reading.
It’s little ol’ me, Pizzelle. Well, I’m not that old really. It’s just a saying that popped up on my mother’s side three generations ago. That’s what my mother would say. My Uncle thinks she just likes to make things up and my grandmother-
Oh, your daughter wants me to hurry up. She’s such a sweetie. Well then, I really wanted to write to you about the lesson I learned this week. It might not be about friendship, but family and friends are basically the same thing. Anyways, this week I adopted Hikaru. You know, the cute kitsune?
Well the problem was that I didn’t realize how much work goes into caring for a child all the time. I thought it was easy, but no. It’s a tough job that goes throughout the day. It’s back breaking and can be disconcerting at times, but I would never trade any of those moments. Not for the sweetest riches. Having a child is work, but it’s the most satisfying work I’ve ever done, even more then my baking.
I learned that you should never give up on caring for someone else, even when you make the worst kinds of mistakes. They just help you realize you can do better in the future. I hope you come by soon. I’ve got a special next week for cakes.
