> Redemption > by Lavender Blush > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter One > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The ground shook, nearby trash cans trembling with each quake, as a large cloud of dust formed just over the horizon. Small specks of color burst from the haze of pale brown as, one-by-one, mares of all different breeds ran down the dirt road, galloping with such great zeal. Thankfully the road ahead had been cleared of any citizens otherwise they’d be trampled to death. And all because of one haughty pegasus. Peeking his head around the trash cans that separated him from the road, the pegasus cautiously set a foot on the path, wings bent in case he had to fly his way home. Why hadn't he done so in the first place was questionable, but he didn't think about it all too much once a high pitched squeal pierced his eardrums. “There he is!” His heart practically lodged itself in his throat as, rushing toward him at great speeds, were the same horde of mares that had just passed by merely seconds before. It didn't take him long to take to the skies, expertly dodging the pegasi mares that lunged themselves at him. “Get him!” one of the pegasi called. Of course, they were no match for the Best Young Flyer winner as he soared through the open sky easily and at a continuous pace. It wasn't that he was showing off his speed more so running for his life. Because if those mares caught him, he’d be a goner. With the wings that brought him a win, the young pegasus easily escaped the horde of mares. Still, even with their excited shrieks drowning within the wind, he kept high above the clouds until he was absolutely sure no one was following him. After a while, pushing himself to descend, he flew toward the ground--more notably, a neat house with a white-picket fence. Safely landing on the front porch, glancing all around to make sure no one was secretly watching him, he then pushed his way through the door, kicking it shut with a loud BANG. Something in the next room fell with an echoing bang, causing the poor pegasus to freeze in terror. Did they sneak into the house? “Oh, it’s you.” The familiar voice of his ‘brother’ deterred him his initial thought. Trotting out of the kitchen was a unicorn stallion, lavender-hued coat speckled with tiny, dark red spots. Upon closer inspection one could see that it were raspberry jam that dotted his once clean, prettied body. “Hot Head?” his brother titled his head to one side when said pegasus didn’t respond. “Huh? Oh, yeah, it’s me.” “Is everything okay…?” The unicorn went on as he cocked an eyebrow. “I’m fine, Lucky.” “Are you sure?” Pausing momentarily, Lucky added, “How’d the interview go?” Because of his newly claimed title as Best Young Flyer he won only two months back, Hot Head had been asked by numerous reporters, journalists, and other ponies of that sort for exclusive interviews. It was exciting at first to be put in the spotlight, recognizing your face on newspapers, billboards, television shows, and even t-shirts, but after a while it got tiring. And not just because fanmares were constantly chasing him down. Ponies everywhere knew who he was, and asked flat out for an autograph or picture. There was almost no privacy for himself aside from the time he spent at home with Lucky and Amber. Other than that, Hot Head didn’t have an outlet for his social life outside their home. Basically, he was trapt. Shaking himself of his predicament, Hot Head gave Lucky a forced smile. “It was great! I just love answering the same questions. Doesn’t take much time answering, and that means I get to leave early.” “Uh-huh.” Lucky gave him a hard stare but did not press the issue, even though it was obvious Hot Head hated having been interviewed. Instead of bringing anything up that involved the pegasus’ still newly obtained fame, Lucky turned around and headed back into the kitchen. Suppressing a sigh, Hot Head slowly walked past his brother who, as he guessed it, was cleaning up the raspberry jam that now covered the floor. He began his ascent up the stairs, head bent low, mind whirling and aching from today’s events. All he wanted to do was lay his head onto his soft, fluffy pillow and sleep. As he made it to the second floor, the door closest to the stairs was his bedroom. Nudging the door open, he slipped inside, gently closing it behind him with the back of his right hoof. He crawled his way in his bed, too lazy to throw the covers over him, and buried his face into the pillow. Sleep slowly began to wash over him until the soft ringing of the doorbell rang. He was too tired to fear that it may be one of his many fanmares, having stalked him quietly and finding out his residency. Even with the unknown guests at the door, he managed to peacefully close his eyes, gradually falling deeper and deeper into unconsciousness. And then all of a sudden. “Hot Head?” It was Lucky’s muffled voice that broke him from his peace. Blinking away the semi-weariness, Hot Head bleakly looked at the closed door. Should he answer to his brother or…? “Hot Head, can you please come here for a second?” Despite his brother’s voice being muffled by the door, there was a sense of urgency that put him on edge. He was quick to remove himself from the comforts of his bed, open the door, and stare down at Lucky who was at the base of the stairs. The air was thick with unease for some odd reason, and he didn’t know why. More so, there were two strange earth ponies--one mare and one stallion--in business suits that stood in the middle of the hall. Because of their attire, he thought of them to be more interviewers, and instinctively readied himself to rush back into his room and out the window if necessary. “Hot Head,” Lucky cleared his throat. “This is Flashpoint and Candle Wick.” Lucky paused after introducing them, causing Hot Head to wonder what exactly was going on. Who exactly where these ponies and why was Lucky acting so weird around them? As if answering his prayers, Lucky took a deep breath before continuing. “They’re your parents.” This had to be some cruel joke. As many times Hot Head poked fun at Lucky, the latter must have finally gotten sick of the games and fired back. Even so, Hot Head wouldn’t dream of his brother stooping so low as to parade a couple of strangers into pretending that they were his parents. The dead giveaway, for sure, was the fact that they were earth ponies and he a pegasus. There were accounts of mares delivering foals that weren’t the same breed as their mother or father--a prime example being the Cakes--but it was such a slim chance for that to happen. Sure, the two sort of looked like him--the mares’ mane and tail color, the stallion’s eyes and coat color--but that could have been a coincidence, right? Or Lucky’s magic had gotten to the point where he was exceptionally good at altering the appearances of other ponies. Chuckling softly at the sudden realization, Hot Head began to descend the stairs, ruffling Lucky’s mane when he came to a stop beside him. “Good one, Lucky! You got me there for a second.” “Uhm…” The unicorn looked away uncomfortably. “You better watch your back from now on, brother.” Hot Head warned. Lucky continuously studied the wall beside him as if he couldn’t hear what the Hot Head was saying. More so, he couldn’t believe Hot Head wasn’t taking him seriously. “Excuse me,” the mare--Candle Wick--piped up as the awkwardness continued. Both Hot Head and Lucky turned to look at her staring questionably at both of them. When she was sure she got their attention, she went on quickly, “Hot Head, sweetie, Mr. Star is not joshing you at all. I am your mother, you are my son.” “And we have the papers to prove it!” Flashpoint added hotly. Reaching into the satchel equipped to his backside, the stallion pulled out an manilla envelope with the words ‘BIRTH CERTIFICATE’ written in neat writing on the front. A cold realization reared into Hot Head. He hadn’t thought about the possibility of seeing his parents again. The last time he saw them--roughly 10-11 years ago--he was just a small colt then, having barely been able to fly. Their retreating backsides were the last imprint of both his mother and father, and he swore that they’d abandoned him for good. But here they were, at their doorstep, holding up a copy of his birth certificate to prove that he was, indeed, their son. “Miss Amber Lily comes home around 7:30, correct?” Candle Wick asked. When Lucky nodded in response, she hummed happily. “That gives us plenty of time to catch up!” Wrapping an arm around his son’s shoulder, Flashpoint added coolly, “So, son, how’ve you been?” Hot Head gawked. How had he been? Aside from being abandoned at a young age, forced to live in an orphanage with dozens of other leftover colts and fillies, watching each and every one of his friends get adopted whilst he were ignored, life hadn’t done him justice. “Why don’t we chat over a cup of tea, hm?” His mother suggested. Turning to Lucky, she added, “I presume you have tea?” “O-Of course!” Lucky transformed from being the awkward-stricken victim to being a gentlecolt, poised to make his guests feel at home even under such circumstances. He gestured both earth ponies to the living room, Flashpoint practically dragging the ever-reluctant Hot Head with him. Whilst husband and wife settled themselves against the plush sofa, Lucky whisked away into the kitchen to prepare cups of tea and some snacks. “Such a quaint home for one so young,” Candle Wick sighed as she seated herself beside her husband. Hot Head had eyed both of them suspiciously from the opposite side of the room. “The furniture could be more lavish, and the curtains have seen better days…” Flashpoint murmured thoughtfully. “Flash, dear, she doesn’t have a high paying job.” “She’s a nurse, for Celestia’s sake! The least one could do is make sure their house more presentable!” “Flash.” Were they...talking about Amber Lily? How’d they even know she was a nurse? More importantly, was his father actually badmouthing Amber? Anger boiled in the pit of his stomach, but Hot Head did everything in his willpower to contain his frustration. As much as he wanted to lunge at his father, he wouldn’t; he had to be civilized. That and Amber would kill him if he was fighting in the house. Speaking of which, Amber had opened up a savings account and, using the money she received at the hospital during her first year and a half, moved the three of them from a small, dingy apartment to their current home. To them, it was a huge upgrade as, not only did the boys have their own rooms and Amber, who had previously slept on the couch, now had her own room, but they had a full, working kitchen. Their old apartment’s kitchen was less than desirable, with the occasional rat making its appearance every now and then. Her hard work was to be commended and yet his father had the audacity to criticize her because of the curtain’s condition. “So, Hot Head!” Candle Wick turned to her son with intense forest green eyes. “Aside from making a name for yourself, what have you been doing?” He stared at her silently in return. As much as they wanted to have a conversation with him, he was less than enthusiastic. “We heard you won the title of Best Young Flyer. Such an accomplishment for one so young,” Flashpoint added. “I’m proud of you, son.” “Oh yes! Sorry we couldn’t be there for you, we were--” “You couldn’t be there because you didn’t want to be there!” Hot Head’s growl interrupted his mother. In a fit of rage, his wings burst open, the feathers splayed in all directions. “Is that why you came back to find me? Because I’m worthy now? Was I just a deadweight to either of you when I was born?” “That is most certainly not true!” his father shot back. “I can’t believe you’d even think that.” “Oh, boo-hoo, did I hurt your feelings? Well, you hurt mine a long time ago!” Leaning back in his seat, his wings tucked against his sides now, Hot Head lowered his head, his voice barely a whisper now. “I waited patiently for the two of you to return. Instead of playing with the other colts and fillies on the playground, I sat by the door, hoping you two would come in and reclaim me.” He did not look up from studying the floor. The hushed silence, in a strange way, was solace in such a time of distress. There was still a small part of him that wanted to be with them, but another part of him was defiant, constantly reminding him that they abandoned him all those years ago. “Hot Head,” his mother’s soft voice caught him from his inner thoughts. He weakly looked up to her gentle smile. “I know we haven’t been the best parents in the world. In fact, we’re probably the worst. That being said, we’d love to make it up to you. “This Sunday night, The Whooves are playing at Canterlot. We have tickets to go, and were wondering if you’d like to come along?” At her offer, Hot Head perked up. The Whooves were famous for their music, and their concerts were, as stated by previous attendees, phenomenal. That being said, obtaining a ticket--let alone three, for that matter--was extremely hard. Whether or not he wanted to admit it, Hot Head couldn’t help but not pass up such an opportunity. Even the side of him that constantly pointed out that his parents had done him wrong was agreeing, and that meant he had to go. “I-I guess,” he mumbled. His mother looked absolutely delighted. The tension in the room seemed to die down after a while. Lucky came back in with a tray full of tea and small biscuits. As he served the two guests, both grateful for his hospitality, he turned to Hot Head, worry etching his strong, handsome features. “Everything okay?” he asked as he sat collectively beside Hot Head. The pegasus nodded. Not at all convinced, Lucky patted his brother’s shoulder before turning his gaze to the merry couple across from them. Both Candle Wick and Flashpoint were murmuring about something. They’d steal quick glances at their son once and a while but wouldn’t address him. “Mr. Star,” Candle Wick called to Lucky after said stallion had begun pouring himself some tea. “Thank you kindly for making us feel welcomed. You’re truly a gentlecolt!” “Heh. Thanks.” “Mmm. Do you know when Miss Amber Lily gets home from the hospital? It’s urgent that we speak to her.” “Oh. Soon.” The clock hung up on the wall read 6:20. Amber wasn’t due home until another ten or so minutes. Just as Lucky had took a sip of his scalding hot tea, the door burst open, and a shrill voice sang from the entryway. “Mama’s ho-o-ome~” Throwing down her specially designed satchel made by a certain dragon-pony hybrid, a pretty earth pony mare trotted past the living room, ready to make her way into the kitchen, when somepony caught her eye. Turning her head to the right, she stared questioningly at the two strangers that sat on her couch. “Oh, hey. I didn’t realize we had guests.” “You must be Amber Lily, yes?” Candle Wick asked. “Who’s askin’?” Candle Wick laughed. “Sorry dear. I guess I forgot to introduce myself.” Followed by her husband, the two got down from the sofa and made their way toward Amber Lily where either promptly shook the confused mare’s hoof in greeting. “My name is Candle Wick, and this is my husband Flashpoint. We’re Hot Head’s parents.” “His parents?” Amber echoed. Her eyes narrowed in disgust at the two, and just as she was about to open her mouth, Lucky jumped from his spot beside Hot Head and hurried to her side, instinctively covering her mouth with his hoof. “Welcome home, Amber! Did you have a good day? Haha, that’s great! Now, I made some tea and-- OW.” Recoiling away from Amber, Lucky examined his arm, realizing that the sharp pain was because she bit him. “YOU’RE Hot Head’s parents? We have a lot to discuss, Mr. and Mrs. I-Hate-My-Son!” Stomping past the two, she grabbed a very alarmed Hot Head and pulled him to his feet. As she tried to pull him away, he stood his ground, the defiance he had before now reemerging. “Lil’, please. Cut them some slack.” “Excuse me? Are you being forreal? They LEFT you!” “And now they’re back--” “That’s nice and all, but may I remind you that they didn’t want you for most of your life?” “The past is the past!” Shrugging off her grip on him, Hot Head stood in between his parents, his pale blue eyes raging as if a storm were brewing through them. He said nothing as he turned around and literally flew upstairs. Everypony downstairs heard a loud bang! to which both parents and Amber Lily looked at one another dangerously. “Why are you here? You’re messing my evening up,” Amber huffed. “We’re here because we want our son back,” Flashpoint began boldly. Nosing through the satchel he brought with him, he pulled out a binder filled with papers. Sliding the thick binder toward Amber, he added, “Try as you will, when we go to court, we will win him back.” “Court?” Amber froze. She had never been to court before. The thought alone sent a shiver running down her spine. “Yes, court,” Candle Wick came into the conversation with a more friendlier tone than her husband. “You have done a fine job of raising him, Ms. Lily. But I think it’s best we take him back.” “I-I-I don’t understand…” She was distraught. “In due time you will accept it, Ms. Lily. In the meantime we must take our leave. Candle?” Motioning to his wife, Flashpoint escorted her to the door, leaving Amber to stare bleakly at the ground. As they neared the door, Flashpoint turned around and called upstairs, “We’ll see you Sunday night, Hot Head! Bye!” “Bye sweetie!” Candle Wick called after her husband. With that, the two left, the door softly clicking close after them. It was that exact moment Amber realized she was losing her son. > Chapter Two > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the early morning hours of a Saturday, Amber Lily sat quietly at the kitchen table, head rested on the piles of papers strewn across the glossy mahogany surface. All night she had been reading and rereading the various articles about child custody and how it worked. Although a part of her should have been thankful that both Flashpoint and Candle Wick were giving her a chance to study up on how the court system worked for this particular case, Amber still felt sick to her stomach. The date of their case was fast approaching, this upcoming Tuesday to be exact. That wasn’t enough time for her to make a compelling argument on why Hot Head should stay with her and not his biological parents. She couldn’t afford an attorney and, even if she could, would that help? It was as clear as spring water that his parents were rich. They had power and would most certainly use it to regain custody of their child. No matter how much she looked into this, Amber always came to the conclusion that she was screwed and that their family of three would be dwindled down to two. “Amber…?” A worried voice stirred her from her depressing thoughts. Barely lifting her head from the table, Amber quietly listened as hoofs gently tapped against the tiled floors, and a certain unicorn brushed up against her right side. “I take it you didn’t sleep.” His voice was soft and gentle, almost as if he were talking to a young child. When she didn’t answer, he began his early morning ritual of making her a cup of hot chocolate. Normally coffee would have been the go-to remedy when waking up sleepy ponies, but Amber had never liked the taste as much as she liked the sweet, intoxicating aroma. Using his unicorn magic, Lucky swiftly grabbed an empty mug, poured in thechocolate ‘Breezy dust’, as the kids called it back in the orphanage, and then added steaming hot water to the mix. Unfortunately they were out of whipped cream thanks to Hot Head’s growing addiction to sundaes. Still, as Lucky set the mug down next to Amber’s head, she slowly rose to as the chocolatey smell aroused her senses. “Better?” Lucky chuckled as she took a tentative sip. “Y-Yeah,” her voice croaked. “Thanks, Lucky.” “No problem, Amber.” Grateful for the hot chocolate and his presence, Amber turned back to the plethora of papers, inwardly groaning at the sight. Her depressing thoughts washed over her once more as she kept rereading several lines from one article over and over again. “What does it say?” Lucky asked curiously. “Several things,” she responded, her voice getting better and better with each sip of hot chocolate. Instead of voicing her fears, she pushed the paper toward him, watching indifferently as he looked through the white sheets with utmost concentration. “They won’t take him away from us,” Lucky stated confidently after a while. She merely stared at him lifelessly. “If you want, I can help you.” “Would that do anything…?” she murmured weakly. “They’d outwit us at their own game.” “Amber!” Lucky sighed. Realizing she hadn’t slept at all last night, he calmed himself relatively easily. “How about this? You go take a nap, and I’ll do it from here?” When she didn’t respond, he began to help her from the chair. After somehow maneuvering her onto his back, Lucky made his way upstairs and into her room where he gently placed her down on the bed. Amber almost immediately cuddled into the soft sheets and fell instantly asleep; Lucky couldn’t help but chuckle. “Loverrrrrrrs.” The small serenity was broken when a hiss came from the hallway. Hot Head beamed suggestively at Lucky who, in return, shot the young pegasus a heated glare. Taking one last glance at Amber, Lucky then left the room, using his magic to gently close the door behind him. “Aw, you didn’t kiss her goodnight?” “What are you doing up so early?” Lucky countered. Hot Head shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep.” He looked over his shoulder, pausing briefly to look at her closed door. “And it looks like I wasn’t the only one.” The two made their way downstairs and into the kitchen where Hot Head immediately looked over the papers upon papers spread across the table. He dare not glance at them as he knew whatever it was giving Amber a headache and, more or likely, would do the same for him. “So, what’s for breakfast?” he asked Lucky as he seated himself opposite of where Amber sat. Lucky shrugged from his place beside the sink, his eyes trained out the window as the morning sun began to peek its way from the green canopy of leaves. It was a lovely spring day, the first of many as winter had finally broke his hold on Ponyville. “Welp. I’m going off to stretch my wings, take a nice fly through the countryside and see if I can nab some food since you’re not going to make any. See you!” Flashing Lucky a charming grin, the pegasus dashed off, leaving the poor unicorn to stare after him indifferently. Now that Hot Head was out of the house, and Amber asleep, maybe now was the perfect time to assess those papers… The air was crisp and fresh. A thin layer of frost coated the greenery that was surrounding Ponyville. As the sun slowly began to rise from over the rolling hills, the residents of Ponyville was slowly stirring alive, most opening up shops whilst others took a simple, pleasant walk. Stretching his wings, Hot Head readied himself to take flight. He quickly dashed to the sky, slowing his pace as he moved forward. His destination was unknown and he honestly didn’t care where he went. When he was flying, he felt unstoppable; it was truly a euphoric sensation. After gliding around at a leisurely pace, Hot Head then stooped to the ground, landing gently next to a blooming apple tree. Although tantalizing, he didn’t touch it, and kept to the lonely streets east of the mayor’s house. Virtually no one was out which meant no one was running after him demanding for an autograph. As Hot Head passed a few opened shops on Mane Street, the sweet aromas from the bakery and coffee shops began to arouse his senses. His stomach rumbled lowly as if reminding him that he had not yet had breakfast. The chiming of bells caught his attention if not briefly. Looking to his left, from across the street a unicorn mare--using her magic--was delivering two mugs of what was presumed to be coffee to the awaiting earth ponies seated at the table. And they weren’t just any earth ponies. It was Flashpoint and Candle Wick, their suits long replaced by more casual outfits. Without so much as thinking twice, Hot Head started toward them, not realizing what he was getting himself into. As he neared, Candle Wick turned her head at the sudden movement, and smiled in delight at seeing her son yet again. “Hot Head!” she cooed. “Good morning, sweetie!” “Good morning, son.” Flashpoint nodded toward the pegasus before taking a sip of his morning brew. After having pulled up a seat, Hot Head sat between the two, his gaze diverting from either of them as they began to bombard him with question after question. “Did you sleep well?” his father asked. “How are Mr. Star and Ms. Lily?” his mother questioned next. “Is she still in denial from last night?” “Did you eat yet?” “What would you like to drink?” Despite question after question, Hot Head couldn’t help but chuckle heartily at either of them. He answered diligently--well, as best as he could remember, telling the both of them that he had slept well, Lucky and Amber were fine, although tired, he didn’t know what his father was talking about with Amber being in denial, and that he hadn’t eaten and would most certainly love the idea of getting a drink. The young unicorn mare who had waited on his parents came back out. Upon seeing Hot Head, she hesitated, slowly regaining her composure as she neared the table. “I-I didn’t realize you two were having a guest!” “Neither did we!” Candle Wick joked. Turning to her son, she wondered aloud, “What will it be? Order anything!” Quickly glancing at the menu, Hot Head so scarcely ran his careful gaze over the top first page before turning to the waitress and proposing, “Prench toast, please. Extra syrup, that powdered white stuff, and whipped cream! No cherries.” “And your drink?” “Hm. Orange juice.” “Alrighty then. Your order will be out in no later than ten minutes!” Trotting back inside, the unicorn disappeared behind the red door. Hot Head watched after her until he turned back to his parents, his father’s deep voice capturing his attention. “So, Hot Head, your mother and I have been thinking for quite a while now…” His father flashed his mother a knowing look, the mare nodded enthusiastically as if to say continue. “Yes?” Hot Head’s impatience got the better of him. “We want to gain custody of you!” Candle Wick blurted out. A heavy silence proceeded. His relationship to his biological parents was still rocky. As much as he wanted to get to know them better, the defiant side of him was ever persistent in doing quite the opposite. That being said, Hot Head found himself drawn to their presence and couldn’t bare to let them alone for even less than a minute. He finally found his parents--more so, they found him--and that was something he had wanted to do since he was a young colt. Even so, the idea of being adopted by them was...tricky. He wanted to get to know them better, but he was so used to Amber and Lucky that he couldn’t bring himself to even think about moving out of their shared home and into wherever his parents lived. “Court won’t be until Tuesday,” Flashpoint told him. Needless to say, Hot Head stared at his father in surprise. “Court?” he echoed. “What, did you think Ms. Lily was going to let go of you so easily? Child custody isn’t something you can take lightly, sweetie. It’s a process that is...less than desirable,” Candle Wick informed her son. As their waitress came back with a large cup of orange juice, Flashpoint went on, “It’s simple, really. All the judge is going to do is compare the two households--and residents living here--to see where the child is better left off.” “You get your say in it too. In fact, what you say heavily affects the outcome of the case,” his mother added. Flashpoint nodded in agreement. Hot Head’s mind was whirling with all the new information. He tried to piece everything his parents said one at a time, but it hurt to even think about it. More so, the idea that Amber was being taken to court because of him was mindblowing. Could she even deal with that? The stacks upon stacks of paper on the table were suddenly beginning to make sense now. He couldn’t even imagine what stress she was under. “But enough of that! Right now, let us enjoy our breakfast, yes?” Taking another careful sip of his coffee, Flashpoint then eagerly turned to his wife and began talking about a recent poll he found interesting whilst reading a magazine on lavish decor. Hot Head could only sit and nod off, finding the conversation to be dull. It was then that--for some odd reason--when the food was brought out, he realized he didn’t even know anything about either his mother or father. Ignoring the sweet, sugary and soft Prench toast displayed before him, Hot Head looked to his mother, suddenly and rightfully curious. “I feel like you two know a whole lot about me and I know nothing about either of you, aside from the fact you’re my parents.” Pausing, as if to add effect, more so to let his mother and father swallow their helping of pancakes, he added, “Tell me about yourselves.” “Oh, the stories we could tell!” Candle Wick immediately sighed. “What exactly would you like to know?” “Everything,” he responded. “Give me as much information as possible.” “Very well.” Taking a deep breath, Flashpoint began to delve into the unknown history between him and his wife. “Before we became filthy rich, we were poor, working among the lowlifes of society and struggling to survive. Because of how bad we had it, your mother and I oftentimes fought, and it only escalated after you were born. “We didn’t mean to have you. It just...sort of happened. I thought a newborn could save our marriage, but it apparently did not. Your mother and I continued to fight endlessly even after you were born. Eventually, one evening, we came to the conclusion that we had to divorce. And since neither of us could actually support ourselves, we had to drop you off at the orphanage.” “I was heartbroken,” Candle Wick murmured softly. Flashpoint nodded solemnly. “Years after our divorce, we met up again by total coincidence. Whether or not it was the Sparkling Apple Cider or our own stupidity, we had a little fling...realized we were meant to be together, and got remarried at once.” “Your father was starting out trying to sell candles he made from scratch. With my finesse in marketing pitches, we managed to sell well over several thousand. It was a huge break for us,” Candle Wick added. “After reeling in thousands and thousands of dollars, we realized we had something. So, using the money, we bought a decent sized building, renovated it for candle making, hired workers to do the dirty work, and sat back and watched as our empire grew.” Flashpoint’s eyes glowed over with pride. Hot Head, whether he admitted it or not, was impressed; his parents started at the bottom and worked their way to the top. “We didn’t think about you all that much when we were making our millions,” Candle Wick admitted. She seemed awfully upset. “It wasn’t until recently--after seeing you appear on our television--that we realized we wanted you back.” “More importantly, we’re going to win you back!” Flashpoint stated confidently. “Our attorney will not back down from any given fight.” Hot Head’s heart wrenched at the thought. As much as he enjoyed spending his time with his parents, learning about their past and generally getting to know them better, his heart still lay with Amber and Lucky. He couldn't imagine parting with either, and if he so much as attempted, the two would be heartbroken. “Eat your breakfast before it gets cold, sweetie!” Candle Wick called to her son. His Prench toast hadn’t been touched. Realizing this, Hot Head dug in, the food still warm--although not as hot as when it first came out. The reunited family ate in silence until everything was gone. When their waitress came back with the check, Flashpoint was quick to discharge the money. “Have a nice morning!” their waitress called to them as the three went to leave. “So, where are you two headed?” Hot Head inquired as they made their way down Mane Street. “I’m not sure. Ponyville isn’t all that big. At least, not compared to where we’re from. I might do some window shopping…” his mother murmured thoughtfully. “Your mother’s hobby,” Flashpoint whispered to his son. Hot Head smirked. True to her word, Candle Wick scoured the streets, staring aimlessly into store windows, commenting on the dresses, hats, and other accessories. She never bought anything however, much to Flashpoint’s relief. Their morning went on relatively easy from there. As noon started to approach, Hot Head suggest they grab a quick bite to eat to which his parents obliged. The day went smoothly after that, complete with more window shopping and just a few purchases. Once the sun began to dip behind the hills to the far west, both Flashpoint and Candle Wick bid farewell to their son. “Remember: We’re picking you up at 6:30 sharp,” Flashpoint reminded Hot Head. The latter nodded in understanding. His body zipped with excitement; he couldn’t wait to see The Whooves tomorrow night. “Good night, sweetie!” Pecking him on the check, Candle Wick trotted alongside her husband, and the two disappeared into the dusk. Hot Head watched after them before turning away and heading inside. He wasn’t expecting to find Amber huddled on the couch,leaning against a concentrated Lucky, the young unicorn using his magic to write something down. When the door closed behind Hot Head, Lucky looked up, his sudden jerking movement causing Amber to stir beside him. “Huh, wha--?” Blinking away the weariness, she turned her head to the right, barely recognizing Hot Head due to the bleariness that still obstructed her eyesight. “Welcome home,” Lucky greeted Hot Head before turning back to his work. “Oh, Hot Head!” Amber slipped off the couch and hurried toward him. “You’ve been gone all day, from what Lucky says. Where were you!” “Oh, you know…” he trailed off, eyes narrowed at Lucky. “No, I’m afraid I don’t.” Pausing for just a moment, Amber meekly suggested, “You were with your parents, weren’t you?” He furiously shook his head no to which she sighed in defeat. Without a word, Amber stalked past Hot Head and crawled her way back upstairs. The pegasus was left to watch at her solemn figure. An irritated sigh came from within the other room. Turning his head back to Lucky, Hot Head noticed the unforgiving look his brother was giving him. “What?” “She’s been like this all day,” Lucky murmured. “Oh.” He felt extremely guilty. But was it really so wrong for him to want to catch up with his parents? Sure, yesterday he was dead set against it, but he was willing to give them a chance; plus, they were cool. The conversation that happened today over breakfast suddenly played itself over and over within Hot Head’s subconscious. He remembered that they were taking Amber to court this up-coming Tuesday. “U-Uhm, Lucky?” “Hmm?” “This Tuesday…” “I know.” Silence. “Do you want to live with them?” Lucky suddenly asked. Hot Head wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Unfortunately his silence was enough for Lucky to come to a conclusion. Standing from his spot on the couch, the unicorn gathered his things and then began to leave the room. As he neared Hot Head, he stopped just beside the pegasus, a soft, unwavering smile on his face. “Do what you want. I’m not going to judge you.” There was a pause. “To be honest, if it were me, I’d go with them.” There was a hint of sorrow in his voice, but Hot Head didn’t dare question as to why Lucky even considered that. The eerie, deafening silence from before came back as soon as Lucky’s hoofsteps drifted off. Hot Head was left in the living room where, for the first time since a long while, he began to question his future. Did he have a future with his parents or would he forever remain true Amber and Lucky? From the conversations he had with his parents today, it was well known that they had money, and that Hot Head would definitely live in style. “Ever since we saw you on the television all those months back, your father and I have worked endlessly to prepare a room for you,” Candle Wick has said as she browsed through the dresses on sale. “We’ve only placed the bed, sofa, coffee table, and television in there,” Flashpoint added. “They’ll have the fireplace put in my next week!” What they had described sounded luxurious, but Hot Head was starting to second guess himself. Even posh, expensive decor and millions of dollars in the bank couldn’t bring true happiness to him. It may only be temporary, he was sure of it. Then again, these were his parents, the two ponies he had long sought after. If he didn’t go with them now, they may never take him back again. With that in mind and a heavy heart, the young pegasus flopped onto the sofa and stared bleakly out the window. To him this was a no-win situation. The doorbell rang promptly at 6:30 PM the following day--Sunday. Lucky was the one to answer and greet both Flashpoint and Candle Wick. The two said a friendly hello before asking where their son was. “He’s sick,” Lucky told them in dismay. Both parents looked at one another worriedly. “Is he throwing up?” Candle Wick demanded. “Does he need to be taken to the hospital?” Flashpoint had just about hurtled himself over Lucky if it weren’t for his quick responses. “He just has a mild fever. He’s sleeping right now, so I wouldn’t wake him.” “A fever?” Candle Wick’s eyes glazed over. “I’m going to see my son right now! “He told me--in case he wasn’t better by the time you two got here--that you guys should enjoy yourselves. He is really sorry,” Lucky went on carefully. It was hard for him to convince such a headstrong mare; at least he finally knew who Hot Head got that trait from. That being said, somehow, through constant reassurance, Lucky was able to drive them away, promising that he’d take very good care of Hot Head. “He’ll be better before you know it!” he called after them as both parents reluctantly went on their way to The Whooves concert. While their frames disappeared into tiny specks, a sigh of relief escaped his parted lips. Turning around to face the upstairs, he called, “They’re gone.” Peeking his head from behind his door, a not-sick-at-all Hot Head grinned triumphantly as he rushed down the stairs. “Haha, what did I tell you!” “Yeah, yeah, I got told. I’ve heard it all before.” Playfully pushing Hot Head in the shoulder, both stallions waited for the last remaining member of their family to reappear from her room. Amber Lily took her time as she prepared herself for tonight. Originally Hot Head was supposed to go out with his parents, but he felt the need to spend some time with Amber and Lucky in case this was the last time they got to see one another; at least, be a family. He was sure both Flashpoint and Candle Wick would have no problem having them visit from time to time. Being that it was a Sunday night, most places wouldn’t be as packed as Saturday nights went, so it was the perfect time for them all to hang out and generally enjoy one another. Hot Head suggested Amber pick where they went and, ho boy, did she not disappoint in her decision. “Alright, fellas. Are we ready to go?” The familiar sweet voice of Amber came from atop the stairs. “Only waiting for you. C’mon, Lil’! Let’s get-a moving.” The three were collectively walked together out of the house and into the crisp evening air. Venturing right instead of left--the left leading to Ponyville--the three began their long, scenic route past the running river that separated Ponyville from Everfree Forest, their destination. Their daring escapade had been done once before when they were little, tired of the restricting hold Mrs. Green Bow had on them. Although it was plain and simple that one should not venture into Everfree Forest--especially at night--that didn’t stop them from exploring. Amber had specifically chose this destination solely because of the memories it would bring of when they were younger. At least, that was what Hot Head convinced himself. As the forest loomed in the distance, a shiver of excitement rippled over them. The musky scent, foreign cries, and deep grove of green drew them in. “This is it, boys. No turning back!” Amber breathed. “Psh, yeah, whatever.” Jumping headfirst into the forest, Hot Head began to wander around aimlessly, the rustling of the bushes behind him suddenly making him rethink his bravado. Both Amber and Lucky slinked their way out of the lush greens and flanked his side, almost as if reassuring him everything was okay and he wasn’t alone. “Sooo, why exactly are we here again?” Lucky asked after a while. “I’unno.” Amber shrugged. “This place--as scary as it seems--reminds me of the good ol’ days where we used to drive Mrs. Green Bow up a wall. She’d have a fit everytime we did something stupid or dangerous.” “She was just looking out for us,” Lucky reminded her softly. “Yeah, she was!” Hot Head added. “She was looking out for all the fun opportunities to snag away from us.” “Totally,” Amber agreed. She laughed heartily as another fond memory came to mind. “Remember that time Anthea tried to convince Lucky his horn was gone?” “O-Oh Celestia, please don’t…” Flustered, Lucky looked away from the snickering Hot Head and Amber. “Pfft, yeah I remember. He kept crying because he couldn’t reach the spot his horn was at.” “You used to be so short...but now look at you, so tall!” Amber hummed. “Puberty did you good.” “E-Excuse me?” Not wanting to know what she meant by that, Lucky suddenly stopped and pointed to where a riverbed lay, winding through the trees, cutting off one portion of the forest from the other. “Let’s rest for a bit.” The three soon settled down near the bank, Amber occasionally dipping her hoof into the water, feeling the current gently pull on it, dislodging the small pebbles at the bottom of the riverbed. Lucky was rested beside her, gaze lifted upward, whereas Hot Head was on the other side of them staring at the ground. “I never thought our family might be in jeopardy of breaking up again.” Amber’s voice was very soft; so soft Hot Head had to strain to hear what she said. Her words pierced through his heart. “We’re not going to break up again,” Lucky reassured her. She looked to him with fear present in her gaze. “Are you sure?” For once, he did not answer. “First Anthea and now Hot Head…” she went on sadly. “I’m still here, you know,” Hot Head murmured. “For how long?” She shot back. “Face it, Hot Head. The moment they stepped through that door they had you.” Clicking his tongue, Hot Head looked away. He didn’t want to admit it were true because even he didn’t know what was true anymore. For quite some time they all sat in a semicircle, oftentimes sharing silly stories of their childhood to lighten the mood. As the evening went on, the darkness became engulfing, and Amber insisted they leave now before they got lost. Thankfully they managed to make their way out of Everfree Forest with little to no light; thank Celestia for Lucky’s magic, however. When civilization came back in view, they decided it wasn’t worth it to end their night out on the streets, eating alongside some strangers. Instead they’d go home and enjoy a homemade meal made by both Lucky and Amber. The stories they shared throughout the rest of the evening over dinner were just as hilarious as they had been when the events told in the story first happened. Amber was enjoying herself, much to Hot Head’s relief. She constantly brought up embarrassing stories of how Lucky tried to ask Anthea out but ultimately failed in all his endeavors. The poor unicorn was as red as a tomato by the end of the night. With all the laughing and games they played, it almost felt as if they were back in the orphanage, having as much fun as they could with one another in case, in the following days, one of them got adopted. Of course, that wasn’t the case, but they continued to live such a lifestyle until they moved in with one another. The custody battle was but two days away and every time Hot Head thought of what would transpire in the courthouse made him shiver in fear. He really wanted to stay with Amber and Lucky no matter what. Monday never happened. The day had gone by in a blur and, before anyone knew it, everypony woke up to a chilly, rainy Tuesday. Throughout the morning everyone was quiet. Amber was no where to be seen, mostly locked up in her room, rehearsing what she was going to present to the court. Lucky was too busy sewing a scarf. Whenever he was at an unease, he could normally be found sewing away in the living room. The atmosphere in their house was tense--so tense that it was literally suffocating. Time ticked onward as they all waited for the trial which promptly began at 4 o’ clock. Each time the bell tower in town struck a single digit, their hearts would leap into their throats as they waited the number count for each stroke. Neither of them paid attention to the clocks located in each of the rooms fearing that if they so much as glanced, they’d spiral into endless anxiety. At around 3:30 in the afternoon, Amber composed herself before leaving her room, gathering both of the boys and heading out into town. She did not speak to either of them as they ventured to the courthouse. Lucky was worried sick she’d break under pressure if she didn’t confess to her fears. But she was resilient as ever and marched onward. The courthouse looked small on the outside but was big and lavish on the inside. Glossy tiles depicted with grand floral designs were splayed on the floor. A huge, crystalline chandelier hung magnificently above their heads. Three oval-sized door frames opened up to corridors to separate courtrooms. Their case, as stated in the papers Flashpoint had handed Amber, was to be looked over by the judge in room number three. A stallion in a well-tailored suit guided the three toward their designated courtroom. He pushed open the doors to reveal a moderate-sized room filled with benches and desks. Standing on the right side of the room, in a medium-sized box, was Flashpoint and Candle Wick; both donning expensive looking clothes and jewelry to show off their wealth. Guided to the left side of the courtroom, in a box of equal size, Amber timidly stood among empty room. Aside from Hot Head’s parents, Hot Head himself, Lucky, and the stenographer, there were no other ponies in the room. Suddenly, the doors in the back swung open, and a tough-looking stallion stalked his way to the front of the large podium. Standing at attention, his commanding voice echoed in the seemingly empty room. “All stand, Courtroom Three, Honorable Judge Lady Justice presiding.” Making her way to the large, mahogany-made podium and seating herself down on the black leather chair, a mare earth pony quickly look over the room, her violet irises blinking warmly at her bailiff. “Thank you, Hard Knox.” Turning to the papers that lay neatly on the podium, Judge Justice looked over the case, humming a soft tune as she did so. “Ahh, a custody battle. Let’s make this quick, shall we?” Peering over her glasses, Judge Justice stared at Flashpoint and Candle Wick. “So, Mr. Flashpoint and Mrs. Candle Wick, it says here that you’re Hot Head’s biological father and mother, correct?” “Correct,” the two said in unison. “And you wish to reclaim him why?” “Because,” Flashpoint began, “he’s our son. We didn’t have what we have now to raise him. We wanted the best for him, and putting him up for adoption was the best way to go.” “I see.” Pursing her lips, Judge Justice looked back to her papers, her pretty violet irises now trained on Amber Lily. The young mare fidgeted under her watchful eyes, totally paralyzed with fear. Thankfully the judge turned her attention back to Hot Head’s parents. “Going over your records, at one point in time you two divorced. However, it says here that you’re now married. Yet again. Care to explain?” “We fought a lot,” Candle Wick admitted. “It wasn’t healthy. Once we split up--after placing Hot Head in the orphanage--we got back together years later. There’s a chemistry between us that’s just--” “Yes, yes. Indescribable, is it? I’ve heard it all before.” Ignoring Candle Wick’s agitated glare, Judge Justice went on, “What is your household like now? Is there fighting?” “No! Of course not. We have since made peace with one another,” Flashpoint answered quickly. “What was it like before you two had Hot Head? Any violence?” “Er...no. Just verbal threats, that’s all.” “Uh-huh.” Judge Justice let out a sigh as she quickly changed gears. Her attention went from them to Amber who had been watching in abject horror. “Miss Amber Lily...you’re so young! And yet you’re a mother of two.” The judge peered over her glasses and smiled gently at the quivering mare. As much as Amber tried to calm herself, she couldn’t. She feared that whatever was thrown at her, she’d surely mess it up and make it seem as if she were the bad guy. “Tell me, Ms. Lily. How long have you been with Hot Head?” “Since the day he was brought to the orphanage,” she rushed her answer. “Do you know how old he was?” “Around...three or four, I believe.” “And the parents? Is that correct?” Judge Justice turned to either Flashpoint and Candle Wick. They nodded in agreement. “Splendid. Now, what’s home life like?” Amber paused. She was rarely home because of her job and how tedious it could be. Whenever she was home, however, she tried her best to divide her time between the boys evenly. That being said, now that she looked back on it, her answer probably wouldn’t do. But she couldn’t necessarily lie to the judge. That’d make everything far worse than it already was. “Since I’m a single parent, I work mostly. I make sure they have food and money before I leave for work. And if anything happens, they can always count on me to rush back home to see what’s up.” “What’s your job?” “I’m a nurse at the local hospital. Usually my shifts starts at 6:30 in the morning and I don’t normally get home until well after six or seven in the afternoon; sometimes, if the day has been especially hectic, I won’t get home until nine.” “Your incomes decent,” Judge Justice murmured thoughtfully as she looked down at her papers. “It’s nothing compared to Mr. Flashpoint’s and Mrs. Candle Wick’s checks, but it’s good enough for a single parent who supports two kids.” Right. Their incomes were to be evaluated to see if the legal guardian could financially support a kid. So far Amber and them lived fairly well on her income, but was it enough? “I forgot to ask them, so I’ll ask you first: Ms. Lily, why do you want to keep legal custody of Hot Head?” “Because he’s apart of my family!” Amber burst out. Although quaking in fear for the unknown, she was diligent in her attempt to stay calm and focused. She answered questions promptly and accordingly. But now, with the million dollar question on the line, like a dam breaking, her emotions poured from her. “I know we don’t share the same blood, but I’ve known him--and cared for him!--longer than his real parents have. I never gave up on him when he needed me the most, and I was always willing to go the extra mile for him. Sure, he can be a brat sometimes and a little unruly, but aren’t all young stallion like that? “I may not make a lot of money--nor is my house freakishly huge--but we still manage to get by. Hot Head doesn’t sleep with cockroaches or rats, he doesn’t eat moldy old food nor does he get sick often because the house we live in is pristine. I work my butt off to make sure he and Lucky are cared for even when I’m not there. “It may sound selfish on my part, but I don’t want him to go with his biological parents. It’s not because I don’t think he deserves to be with them. It’s just...I know him more than they do; I know what it takes to make him tick. While they may buy his happiness with expensive toys whenever he’s feeling down, it won’t solve his problem. I, on the other hoof, know all the right buttons to push to make sure that whatever is troubling him doesn’t do it again.” Taking a deep breath after her monologue, Amber’s voice dropped dangerously low, and her eyes stung with hot, sticky wet tears. “Please don’t take him away, please…” A loud, obnoxious snort came from the plaintiff’s booth. Flashpoint rolled his eyes at her heart-to-heart monologue. “That’s all very nice, Ms. Lily, but blood is thicker than water.” Judge Justice’s eyes narrowed into slits as she turned to him. “Okay then, Mr. Flashpoint. Why should I allow you and your wife to reclaim your son?” “Because he’s our son?” the stallion blinked in confusion. “We have enough financial support to make sure his grandkids’ grandkids are well off in their future! Hot Head will never have to worry where his next meal comes from nor will he have to travel with some dirty, rotten public school where the student population plagues him with bad decision making! “Furthermore, I believe my son and I have a solid relationship after the short time we’ve spent hanging out. He’ll grow use to us once he moves into his new room which, might I add, is being renovated twice its size to contain a jacuzzi in the bathroom?” “That is irrelevant!” Judge Justice called out angrily. Taking a deep breath, she added sternly, “I will look over what you two have had to say before I make my decision. In the meantime, there is one pony’s opinion that matters above all. “Hot Head?” Calling to the young stallion seated in the stands with Lucky, both just behind Amber, said pegasus nervously looked up from his seat. When Judge Justice beckoned him forward, he quickly obliged, taking a stand before both his biological family and foster family. “Hot Head,” Judge Justice’s voice was soft and kind. “Who would you prefer to live with?” It all came down to this. What he said mattered. Fortunately he knew what he wanted to do, who he wanted to live with. “Your Honor,” he began, his voice strong and compelling. Judge Justice leaned forward. Casting Amber and Lucky a soft smile, Hot Head trotted to where his parents were. Flashpoint puffed out his chest at what he presumed was him winning back their son’s custody; Candle Wick began smiling uncontrollably. Just as Amber was about to burst into tears, Hot Head dipped his head to his parents in an apologetic manner. “You gave me life and I am grateful for that. However, what you didn’t give me was a family to call home.” With that, Hot Head returned to the left side of the room, nearly being knocked off his hooves as Amber tackled him in a fit of joy. She held a death grip around his neck, fearing that if she let go, his parents would steal and run off with him. Just when he thought the hug couldn’t get any better, another pair of arms wrapped themselves around him and Amber’s bodies. Lucky, being the tallest of the three, rested his chin on top of Hot Head’s stylish mane. The pegasus couldn’t help but notice a twinkle in his friend’s eye. Lucky was crying. “I-I don’t understand…” Flashpoint stammered from behind the hugging trio. “Case dismissed!” Judge Justice called. Flashpoint shot her a unbelievable glare. “How?! You didn’t look over anything! As a judge, you’re supposed to--” “Are you telling me how to do my job, Mr. Flashpoint?” Judge Justice’s voice was menacingly low. When he didn’t respond, a small smile formed on her lips. “Very well, then.” Sliding off her chair, she descended her podium before disappearing behind closed doors. Hard Bronx, the bailiff, began to usher everyone out of the courtroom almost immediately following the Honor’s departure. The rain had stopped since they were inside the courthouse. Struggling to break free from the dark, ugly gray clouds scattered about Ponyville’s sky, weak sunlight poured through several puncture wounds in the clouds pegasi had made when clearing them away. “Uh, Lil’?” Hot Head hissed. “You can let go now--” “NEVER.” She cried. “I am NEVER letting you go, you big lug-head!” “Easy now, Amber,” Lucky warned. “You wouldn’t want him to pass out when we could be celebrating.” His words seemed to speak to her as the mare slowly, reluctantly, released her iron grip around Hot Head’s neck. The pegasus shot Lucky a thankful look before rubbing his neck with this hoof. While the three bathed in one another’s presence, Flashpoint and Candle Wick were slowly make their way toward an awaiting carriage. Hot Head watched as his father consoled his mother with a long hug. He knew he made the right choice, but he still couldn’t shake off the feeling of guilt. Slowly rising to his hooves, Hot Head made his way over to his parents, pausing hesitantly when his father flashed him a warning glare. “I-I’m sorry,” he began. “Don’t be.” His father let out a frustrated sigh. “I was too cocky. I thought we’d really win you back.” “Maybe you didn’t, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have to stop seeing each other, does it?” Both his father and his mother looked to him with hope glistening in either if their irises. As much as they caused him pain in the past, there was always room for redemption, and if his parents were all for building a relationship with their son, he would gladly take part in it. “A friend of mine’s mother is in The Ponytones. They’re holding a small show near the rec center for stray animals. Perhaps you two would like to come with us…?” Hot Head offered. “Oh, that sounds wonderful!” Candle Wick sighed dreamily. “I’d like that,” Flashpoint murmured. When their chauffeur--a cobalt blue pegasus--let out a strained cough, Flashpoint and Candle Wick turned to their son to bid him farewell. “I love you, sweetie.” His mother then kissed his cheek. “And I’m proud of you, son.” His father rested his right hoof on his son’s left shoulder for a while until he stood up and climbed into the carriage. And as the pegasus took off, both his parents waved until the graying clouds swallowed them whole. Feeling two soft coats brush up against him, both Lucky and Amber appeared on either side of him. “Let’s go home,” Lucky murmured as he led either of them back to their shared home. Amber followed suit whilst Hot Head hung back for a moment or two. He felt strangely...warm for some reason. “Hot Head!” Amber’s voice called to him. Watching the mare wave him over, said pegasus ran toward both her and Lucky’s frames in the distance. He was going home.