Their Story...
Pinkie sat in a room, smiling at the little children sleeping soundly. She had offered to babysit for the parents, knowing they needed a little break with eachother. She soon heard the older one groan and rub her eyes.
"Auntie Pinkie?"
She went to sit next to her godchild. The parents had agreed that she was to be the godmother of their first child, to which she excepted gladly.
"What's wrong, Screwy?"
The child looked up and hugged her tightly.
"Please don't ever leave me..."
Pinkie hugged her back and smiled.
"I would never leave you Screwy."
She sniffed, making Pinkie pull back.
"Why would you think I'd leave you?"
She looked away with a look of fear and embarrassment on her face.
"I had a nightmare that mommy and daddy hated eachother and hated me and left me all alone in darkness..."
Pinkie smiled and chuckled a little at the thought.
"Your parents would never do that, pumpkin pie. Speaking of which..."
Pinkie brought out a pie out of no where. Screwball grabbed a slice and smiled as she bit into it. What Pinkie said next nearly made her godchild choke.
"Well, your parents weren't really on the same side or the in the same stature when they first met though..."
Screwball was astonished to say the least. Her parents, who were more in love then anyone in Maris, once didn't meet eye to eye? Screwball inched towards her aunt in interest.
"What do you mean?"
Pinkie looked over at Screwball and smiled.
"Well, your old enough now, so I think I can tell you your parents story..."
Screwball leaned closer as her Aunt began her parents tale.
"Your mother was the best gypsy dancer in Maris, still is to this day! And, of course, your father was the guard captain of our fair city."
Screwball nodded encouragingly, making Pinkie laugh a little at her eagerness.
"Back then, your father was under the rule of Minister Sombra, who would get rid of any gypsy's who disobeyed his order. Your mother didn't approve of this at all, but she never spoke aloud her anger towards him."
Screwball leaned in for more information.
"Your mother was very compassionate about all gypsies, always wanting to help if she could. Your father was forced to imprison gypsies unfairly, although he didn't have a reason to care before he met your mother. Sombra demanded order and fear from his subjects, but would allow one day of fun-"
"The Feast of Fools!"
Pinkie turned towards the younger one, her little colt godson, and smiled. She went over and picked him up gently.
"Yes, that's right, little one. I see your fathers already brainwashed you."
The little colt nodded proudly. He looked exactly like his father, except his eyes were his mothers. Unlike Screwball, he had only his looks in common with his parents, and of course, a love for chaos. She looked at them both then the clock.
"Maybe we'll save this story for tomorrow..."
Screwball and Discord Jr. both started to pout, knowing their Aunt couldn't resist. She sighed and chuckled.
"Ok, but you'll have to hear how your mothers came to us first..."
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It was a dark night and the faint sound of a babe was heard as a song broke out into the night.
"Dark was the night when our tale was begun, on the docks near Notre Dame,"
A cloaked mare huddled a blanket closely and two stallions whispered harshly to her.
"Shut the filly up will you?"
"We'll be spotted!"
She looked down at the bundle and nuzzled it gently.
"Hush, little one."
"Four frightened gypsies slid silently under the docks near Notre Dame,"
The rower lifted his hoof and grinned deviously.
"Four bits for safe passage into Maris."
An arrow shot past him and he looked to see a whole band of archers aiming at them. Guards leaked out from everywhere. One of the stallions put a protective hoof around the mare and filly, who was now crying again silently.
"But a trap had been laid for the gypsies, and they gazed up in fear and alarm,"
The stallion slapped the spears away that were pointed at them threateningly. A shadow formed behind a set of the guards.
"And a figure who's clutches were iron as much as the bells,"
The mare looked up and gasped in fear and surprise. The stallion looked where the mare was and paled, whispering.
"Judge Sombra..."
"The bells of Notre Dame..."
Judge Sombra came out of the shadows, grinning evilly at the gypsies. Waving a hand to his guards, they advanced on the stallions.
"Judge Sombra longed to purge the world of vice and sin,"
The stallions were cuffed in chains and brought forth, making Sombra smile wider at the hated look in their eyes.
"And he saw corruption everywhere, except within,"
The guards threw the stallions at Judge Sombra hoofs, as he smirked evilly. He lifted one of their chins and smirked triumphantly.
"Oh yes, these stallions will do nicely,"
The stallion ripped himself away from his hold and glared harder at him, making the Judge smile wider.
"Bring these gypsies to the Palace of Darkness"
"Hey! What are you hiding there, gypsy?"
The Judge turned to one of his guards, Discord, and saw he was holding the mare forcefully as she held the bundle protectively close to her chest. He looked at Discord with a serious look.
"Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her..."
She ripped her hoof away and ran. Discord groaned.
"I hate it when they run!"
He ran after her in full pursuit. The bundle squirmed at her mothers fast movement. She kept running until she made it to the church. The guard was still behind her but she had a few minutes before he came into sight. She saw another gypsy with her child, no older then a few months and ran over to them.
"Please, take my child and take care of her, please!"
The gypsy didn't ask questions and grabbed the bundle quickly. She nodded to the other gypsy and she ran with the two children. The mare was immediantly grabbed by the guard and dragged away, as she cried for her child. He got angry at her tears and threw her to the ground. She looked shocked for a minute before her eyes closed. Discord knelt down and felt her neck. No pulse. He shook her, but to no avail. He sat there a moment before turning to leave. The priest opened the door and gasped at the unmoving body of the mare.
"Stop!"
Discord looked back to the purple unicorn, now holding the body of the mare.
"I have no more business here, Arch Decon, so I may take my leave..."
She looked up from the body with slight fury towards the Captain of the Guard. She began to sing a mournful song.
"See there the innocent blood you have spilt, on the steps of Notre Dame,"
He sneered in disgust at the mare laying lifeless in the Arch Decon's arms.
"I am guiltless, she ran and I pursued."
She continued as she glared hatefully at Discord.
"Now, you will add this mares blood to your guilt on the steps of Notre Dame,"
He whirled on her, the same glare she wore on his own face.
"My conscience is clear."
She laughed mockingly before continuing.
"You can lie to yourself and your minions! You can claim that you haven't a qualm! But you never can run from or hide what you've done from the eyes!"
She pointed up towards the sacred church, still holding the dead mare.
"The very eyes of Notre Dame!"
He looked at the eyes of the statue ponies and gulped in slight fear. They were all staring at him, with eyes filled with horror. The faint sound of a singer again took hold of the air.
"And for one time in his life, of power and control, Discord felt a twinge of fear, for his immortal soul."
He looked down at the mare in slight pity and guilt.
"What must I do?"
She thought for a moment before answering.
"Come to the church every day to mourn for the mare, and for her child."
His face showed slight shock. A child? That was what the bundle was... He had ripped a foal from its mother, and didn't know where it was. He sighed.
"Very well, Arch Decon, I will do as you ask."
He turned his heel to return to his men at the Palace of Darkness, the feeling of guilt still in his heart. The Arch Decon walked into the church with the mare and prayed a silent prayer.
"Celestia and Luna, please watch over this mares child. And please protect her with all your will and power."
With that, she closed the cold wind out of the beloved Notre Dame.
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Screwball was leaning in intently, a sad and worryful look to her face.
"Daddy killed mommy's mom?"
Pinkie bit her lip and hugged her god daughter.
"Your daddy didn't do it on purpose, I promise you. He was under a cruel environment with a cruel ruler as his guide. And he was remorseful after hearing that the baby, your mother, was what he had tried to take away from her protective mother."
Screwball nodded and looked to Discord Jr., who was fast asleep. Pinkie lifted up the boy, and placed him back on his bed. She smiled at Screwballs eager look and simply sat back down to tell the real important part of the story.
"And they soon met years later, at the Feast of Fools, and they had the spark..."