A first peron, sad fic, starring Scootaloo, and a "other" character
I knew that disobeying my new princess would have terrible consequences, however, seeing Apple Bloom in her current state was unbearable. I knew what I was doing wrong, however just doing it once couldn't hurt anypony. right? At least I have the honour of a choice. I thank Celestia for that. I will never forget the times we had together. I can't offer you the truth, only the lie's that have lead me here. That, and the dark secretes of the royal family.
*Note* This story is light on the romance, and based around more of the dark/sad area.
Disclaimer: I do not own my little pony friendship is magic or any of the pony's. they are the property of Hasbro
I can't entirely tell you who I am. I can't explain my origins, I can't offer truths. The only thing I can offer you is the secrets of the royal family, and a bloody truce..
"There will be consequences....." I lift my bowed head to see the majestic figure in front of me "Perhaps more then you realize...." I fight off a defiant smirk as think over my reply before speaking softly, but with appropriate firmness.
"I understand, your Majesty, and am fully open to the results of my future mistakes." Despite the seriousness of the princess's tone, I couldn't help but let some of my cockiness shine through in my speech. There was something about the idea of how soft she was to me, how.... Worried she was. It was a strange emotion to see in such a high and majestic figure.
"...." The sun goddess turns, and the seemingly bright room lays way to a pale moon, showing some of the more gritty, yet beautiful features of the chamber. Pearly clean walls that were unbelievably dull and a single window, where twin tattered cloths act as make shift blinds to block Luna's now fully rounded pearl. I take the time to let my eyes wander and admire the craftsmanship of the castle's interior, namely my strange interest in the floor below our hooves. "You're confident, young one." My eyes widen at the remark as panic sets in, knowing the princess's hate of over confidence. I quickly straighten out and correct myself.
"No princess, I assure you. I know that the odds of not being ready out weigh the possibilities of being-" A large bead of sweat runs down my forehead, hitting the ground lightly, and, even without vision, I knew Tia was smiling devilishly at my frantic response.
"Being confident isn't a bad thing, but you are correct. I won't pick the details out of you, but please, be ready..." I look into her eyes as she turns, waiting for a facial response. Was she almost.... Crying? ".... I know you'll be fine Gaze.." I allow a small grin to form on my lips, and Celestia meets it with a warm smile. "Go on now, Silver Ward is waiting for you..." She gestures towards the large iron door behind me, hiding her face once more.
"Of course, your Highness." I stretch my jagged wings, and raise a black hoof into the air as a fury of blue flame engulfs me. The cold sensation washes over me, and I feel the presence of the extra two appendages that regularly lay peacefully on my back disappear, and I emerge a different physical being. "Silver ward is waiting for me?" Celestia nods slowly, still staring out the window "Does he know?" She turns once more, and narrows her eyes gently in question "About me, what I am" She looks through me to the door behind before regaining the connected stare.
"He doesn't, and it will be good practice to not let him in on it..." She looks down. "You don't have to do this...." I can't help myself, so I trot up to her quickly and wrap my hoofs around her ever soft coat and nuzzle her gently, taking in the slight scent of rose.
"I'm ready. I can do this.... Mother..." She smiles, as she uses every ounce of strength to regain her royal posture and prevent from breaking down. She hugs me back, and her horn glows lightly in the dimness of the moon. "Now go my child, live your dream."
Some people would call what I'm doing 'betrayal', both ways in fact, but I don't care what pony folk think, I don't care what pony folk say, I've done what I've done, and there's no way to go back. Perhaps this was my journey from colt to stallion, or perhaps someone up there hates me. Either way, I'm going to do my own thing, I'm going to show everypony that I'm not just part of a damned race, and I'm going to save you Apple Bloom. Die with honor, or live on in guilt......
The creak of the large iron door startles me as I exit the tower's chamber. I take a small breather upon exit, and shiver at the cold breeze that rolls over my coat. I happen to catch movement from my left eye, and slowly turn my head to take view of an armoured stallion, staring at me from his laid back position against the wall "Star Gaze..." I take first words when meeting somepony fairly seriously, it allows me to read them, to know what kind of person I'm dealing with, and from what I had heard, this guard was everything I imagined the "legendary" Silver Ward to be.
"Silver Ward..." I play his game, greeting but with his direct name in a dead serious tone.
"Just Ward will be fine..." He was defiantly playing my me at my own game, he was analysing me, and I don't blame him. I had no doubt that the princess told him ALL about me in briefing
"Just Gaze will be fine for me." I can't help but grin, and he rolls his eyes and instructs me to follow him. I get a better view of him from here, from his strong, muscular, hind legs, to his defined cuti mark on his rump. He spouted a shorter silvery tail, and a mane to match it. He looked like the kind of guy that could go on, and on, with life stories when he's had one to many a pint. "Why are we departing so late at night if you don't mind me asking?" He turns and gives me a serious glare
"Listen kid, I just take orders and follow them with the highest of honour possible. That's what I signed up for." Between the tone, the glare, and the dominant posture he threw at me, a large lump seemingly found its way to my throat, and I found myself regretting commencing in any form of conversation with Ward. I stared into his eyes for a few more seconds before he lets out a annoyed grunt, and turns to continue his slow trot.
Part of me wanted to go back to Tia and explain how staying at the castle wasn't that bad after all, but I carried on, my gaze once again falling to the floor. I was in the "nicer" part of the castle now, and as I looked down to the shiny, reflective surface, I saw an unfamiliar face stare back at me in my reflection. I let out a sigh, and notice Ward stop trotting immediately, my muscles tense, and I hide my face more. "S-sorry..." He shakes his head slightly from left to right before continuing his trot. I made sure to keep quiet, and allowed myself to search my thoughts. I thought about the way I was being treated, and wondered if he had found out about who I really was. After all, most ponies didn't typically like my kind here, Tia, and her sister, of course, begin two of the only exceptions I knew of. I shivered as I realised that I had followed Ward all the way to the train station in Canterlot.
"This is why we came so early.." He smiles for the first time. It was awkward as hell, but.... Its a start. He gestures onto into the door, and I nod. I have to admit, the idea of travelling to Ponyville by train in the middle of the night wasn't to pleasing, but the warmth of the heat controlled caddy was more then welcome. "It's a 5 hour trip, I suggest you rest for a bit on the ride over." He trots in behind me "Your things are already packed on, and you have your own sleeping quarters through that door." He points a hoof behind me.
I smile, knowing that: A I didn't have to pack, and B I had my own room. "Thank you ward, I shall see you when we arrive." He nods, and begins taking off his armour, as I pay no attention and trot into my room. I look over the "bed", if you could call it that, and attempted to get comfortable. "Something just isn't right.." I whisper to myself, as I roll about the cramped mattress. I close my eyes, and feel a familiar chilling sensation run up my body, as I feel my black wings return to me. I sigh happily, as I pull my covers over myself, and wrap myself up in my wings. "Goodnight... Canterlot"