> The Markless Wonderer: Origin > by OllerusTheFailure > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Prologue –Empty Reflection– > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Snow falling, albeit gently, could have been more bothersome. Even though it is usual, we never experienced heavy snowfall like YakYakistan up north. Due to nighttime, sunlight was absent, courtesy of Princess Twilight Sparkle, who faithfully completed her daily duties. With countless shining stars and a nebula stretching across, the actual night sky is a grand opportunity not to be missed. I say ‘opportunity,’ but never mean it as a rare occurrence. Nopony usually sees it because of what the nighttime signifies. You are awake and outside during the day. You are asleep and inside, preparing for the next during the night. That is the natural order of things. Everypony is aware of it. At least, everypony here in Luna Bay. Before attempting this short-lived escapade outside, I rechecked whether my parents were asleep because tomorrow morning was a school day, as parental figures ensure bedtimes are strictly followed. So, in a light dusting of snow, gazing at the starry sky overhead reflecting upon the bay surface while the houses in the distance radiated a warm glow from within, “Errrrrghhhh!” I stretched my legs, the sheer bliss compelling me to elicit an involuntary sound of pleasure. Because quietly stretching proves not to be as satisfying.  Other than that, the stillness of the air was almost eerie, with no sound or movement to break the silence. Except for the brisk air with snowflakes falling like spiritless whispers—the dark world evoked a sense of detachment and frostiness within me. Even with the barren beauty of the atmosphere, I was not disheartened. No, this brought an overwhelming sense of contentment, apart from the snow permeating my mane and dampening it—a price worth paying. In hindsight, that was a lie. The dampness, too, gave me a faint sense of jubilant childlike wonder. And how… remarkable it was.  So, I stood up and strode forward, coming here to visit the bay. “Sss… Haah…” After a reverse hiss, a visible breath emitted into the crisp ultramarine night.  In a small village near Luna Bay, there was a town with a winter night sky—a town inheriting no name. And deep down, though trying to ignore it, it was a life that felt... 🌠 Splash! Wrong. In an instant, countless ripples formed, each acting as a punch to the soul, and quickly dissipated. And upon witnessing the scene, something within my chest plummeted. “…” Disbelief narrowed my eyes, and I staggered backward toward the shore. Swsshh! Swsshh! Swsshh!  Even though the bay surface mirrored the stars high above, I could not see the small figure gazing into it. It’s a tale of a usual colt with an exceptional thought. One that doesn’t belong in the mind of a young pony. But that’s the dilemma. He’s a pony of Equestria, wistful of what lies beyond. “Ugh, It’s not like I have anything better to do… Go ahead and tell me this harebrained story of yours.” Okay… Sit back and relax. This will take a while. “That’s not funny.” > Chapter One: The Small Town of the Winter Night Sky ✨ > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “A bubble? What is this? Is somepony there? Can you hear me?” “Who… Who is that?” “A young colt? Who are you? Where are you?” Beep… Beep… Beep… “Mm—That sound…” “Wait—!” Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! “Haah… Uugh… Aaah…” Cheeks nuzzled against a fluffy and soft fabric; my sight faded in and out. A hoof reached the side, knocking the alarm off the cabinet beside my bed. Well, that means it is morning time. The alarm continued going off on the floor, so there was no choice but to overcome my sleepiness, leave my bed, and turn the signaling device off. Sigh. Why did waking up early in the morning have to suck so much? Though, to be fair, I spent a decent thirty minutes by the bay outside of town last night. Nopony except myself to condemn—or the unbelievable beauty the world presented that night. In any case, my room was shamefully basic. The first thing I witnessed as I woke up was a wooden door, and to the right was a closet full of clothes I had never worn. On the right-hoof side was a small pale brown storage cabinet with a lamp and a window even farther to the right. On my left is a wooden wall. That’s it. After deactivating the alarm, I descended the stairs and headed to the dining room, the smell of breakfast clear. Hold on… I'm not the only beast in the house pursuing prey, allured by the hypnotic scent of sizzling pancake batter. “Honey? Am I receiving a whiff of your fine cooking?” My father blurted. Forest Seed is his name, and flirting with my mom was his game. My fur coat resembled his, a brownish orange. However, I did not adopt his mud-brown hair. I have my mother to thank for that. Dad's mane was shorter than mine, with bangs, more volume, colors, and length. “Haha! Stop it, dear. What did I tell you about over-complimenting my average cooking?” Just like Mom, she meant the opposite of what she said. Under her emerald mane and fern-colored highlights, she was blushing beneath that yellowish-beige pelt. And her braided hair traveled down to her chest. “It’s not all that.” “Au, contraire, contraire, my beautiful mare.” And just like my dad, he squirmed his eyebrows flirtatiously towards Mom. “Dear!” she exclaimed, bringing a hoof to her cheek. Air burst out of my nose. I cannot handle any more of this. ”Stop! Stop! You’re going to make me throw up before I even get to eat.” With my thoughts exposed, my rear eased into a familiar wooden chair by the family dinner table, savoring the inviting scent of breakfast. Dad was sitting on the side nearest to the living room. Mom sat across from him, near the lime green refrigerator, silver kitchen sink, black stove, and dark brown cabinets. I was seated between them but not in the middle, per se. ”You say that now, Thorn. But soon enough, you’ll do the same thing,” Dad commented. Never will I ever act in such a manner. ”No way in Celestia.” ”Forest Seed, he’s just thirteen years old. It’ll still be quite a while before that happens.” ”Misty Fleurs, this colt right here will grow to be one of the most outstanding stallions in equestrian history!” ”You constantly extol that, even though I’m still a blank flank, Dad,” I remarked, not wanting such levels of praise to drill their way into my ears. Mom quickly plunged into the conversation. ”Whittle Bramble! There is no self-doubt in this family! I’m sure you’ll get your cutie mark real soon. And when you do, we’ll celebrate all day—no, all week!” ”A grand idea, honey bug! His cutie mark will be marvelous, no doubt!” Dad exalted, banging on the square-shaped dinner table. Fluffy buttermilk pancakes topped with maple syrup and butter entered my mouth. Ah, the staple of pancakes, my favorite. Who needed all those unique flavored syrups, anyway? White plate now empty; I finished eating breakfast through my parents’ non-stop adulation, so I sprung from my chair and cleaned the sticky maple syrup off my muzzle before leaving for school. ”Alright, I’m off. Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.” ”Bye, my Whittle Bramble!” ”Knock ‘em DEAD, son!” Dad shouted as the door shut. Misty Fleurs, mouth agape, widened her eyes. ”Forest Seed! Don’t say such things!” ”Sorry, sorry…” I rubbed the back of my head. ”You just get so worked up sometimes, you know that? What if somepony else heard and assumed the worst?” She’s right. But if I compliment her, she’ll overlook things and move on. ”Well, thank Celestia, I have you to take me down a peg or two, eh?” I winked at the beautiful mare. ”Oh, how sweet.” Hooves covered her blushed cheeks. ”Speaking of sweet… How about those world-famous… hmm… desserts you be whipping up?” I licked my lips. ”…” ”…” Upon that remark, her expression flatlined. After a few seconds of silence, Misty Fleurs stared into my eyes. ”Forest Seed.” ”Yes?” My cheeks pulled back as my eyes lit up, showing white teeth. ”…Were you buttering me up all week, hoping to get me to fix those desserts from the Ponyville Sugarcube Corner recipe book?” Reluctantly, I closed one of my eyes halfway, still in a staring deadlock with my wife, afraid to utter the answer. ”Yes…?” ”Get inside,” Misty Fleurs stated with a stern hoof stomp. ”Yes, ma’am.” Mom and Dad. Other ponies probably cannot tell initially, but I love them immensely. That is a guarantee, and it will always be. And so, on my way out, I was greeted by a snow-fallen grey sky as I continued marching to school. A light layer of snow crunched and sunk beneath my hooves as I trotted – walking on a dirt trail that had to be cleared of snow periodically, depending on the weather. Today, the dull grey atmosphere was accompanied by the touch of snowflakes falling from above—the clean scent of our town’s wintry air entering my nose. Every breath hung in the frigid space, momentarily fogging my view, witnessing the heat dissipate into the cold. Everypony was awake and going about their day, working, playing with pets, going on a date, reading a book, and eating at a local restaurant. In every sense of the word, this town is an ordinary one, doing nothing special. The pathway to each wooden cottage had a lamppost with a sun symbol head reminiscent of a certain princess's cutie mark. But since it was morning time, they were not lit. After ambling through a narrow pathway lined with cottages, I left the residential district. I continued down that path through an open snowy expanse and some ice-glazed trees, accompanied by the distant sight of snow-covered mountains dominated by other mountains. Behind them was the kingdom of yaks, Yakyakistan. Soon, I would be nearing the school building within the next ten minutes. Later, a young colt’s voice screamed out at me. “Hey! Nature Thorn! Over heeere!” My friend Ice Whistle, a young icy blue colt with a horn protruding through his white mane. He had magenta irises and wore both a black and grey striped scarf and beanie. He waited near the school entrance with the other students, spotting me from afar, with white specks clinging to his accessories' dry fabric. The school building was painted green and white, with an unpainted brown fence surrounding it. ”Hey there, Ice Whistle. Another monotonous day at the Luna Bay Schoolhouse.” Ice Whistle spoke with frustration, and as he did, small clouds of vapor billowed out of his mouth. ”There you go again… About our lives being dull.” I rolled my eyes in a rainbow arc. ”Because they are. By the sheer definition, nothing ‘exciting’ ever happens here.” ”Ha! You’re not wrong. Equestria has never been better after Princess Twilight and her friends defeated the Legion of Doom. Listen, everyday life isn’t a bad thing, Thorn. Then again, who would Nature Thorn be if a typical day didn’t swelter him so?” I’d be no one, Whis. ”Did you say something?” ”No…” ”Oh, how odd.” Ice Whistle appeared dazzled, but somepony would soon draw our attention. “Okay, my little fillies and colts. Sorry, I’m late. My dog Hazel was quite the troublemaker back home.” My teacher, Miss Scarlet Petals, started with an excuse. An earth pony with colors resembling red velvet cake with purple icing on top. She used her mouth to grab a key from her green saddlebag and opened the door to the school building. ”Can everypony please enter and go to your assigned seats leisurely? The class will proceed shortly.” A lot of chatter among the young ponies gathered as we tried walking inside. Sixteen students. The class's width was around seven meters, while the length was nine. The inside is about what anypony would expect of a schoolhouse. Desks for students filled the room, and the teacher’s quarters were placed at the front by the chalkboard. At the back of the class was some extra stuff, a bookshelf full of books, bean bag chairs, and a wide cabinet neatly filled with extra essentials in case we did not have our own: pencils, pencil sharpeners, erasers, paper, glue, etc. Thirty seconds passed before Ice Whistle and I arrived at our assigned seats. Luckily, we sat side by side, better than last year, when we were three seats away, making conversing difficult. We talked a bit more since we had a little time before class began. “Have you made any progress with your whistling?” “Nope. Even though my name is ‘Ice Whistle,’ I’m still the absolute worst at whistling. It’s impossible!” He bitterly crossed his hooves. “That’s too bad, Whis.” Ice Whistle lifted an eyebrow. “Whis?” I rested my chin on my hoof. “It’s short for Whistle, duh.” “Ohhh… I like it. Whis and Thorn!” Ice Whistle thrusted his hooves in a repeated boxing motion. “Thorn and Whis roll off the tongue more nicely,” I shot back matter-of-factly. “Ehh…” Before coming to a consensus, the class had officially started. “Okay, enough chatter, little ones. Let’s start this exciting day of learning!” the crimson mare proclaimed enthusiastically, like the obscure weirdo she was. It should be illegal to be that ecstatic about learning. To hear her say that in such a way physically hurt me. “Ugh! Please don’t torture me any further with such excruciating words, Miss Scarlet Petals.” “Excruciating? …Nice to see some of our vocabulary lessons still hold up. Keep up the adequate work, Nature Thorn.” “Pfft!” Ice Whistle snickered, covering bloated cheeks with two hooves. Miss Scarlet Petals took notice. “Ice Whistle, you’ve just earned yourself the right to answer the day’s first question.” “Dang it.” Seeing that, I struggled to hold back my laughter, too. “Ha!” “And you’ll answer the one right after, Nature Thorn.” Frustrated, I sank further into my chair. “Crud.” Everypony in the classroom giggled. Just another day it was being the clown duo of the school. Although, it left immutable memories we could laugh at. —Memories have a tenacious hold like superglue. They aren’t physical, yet they can bind us to where they were perceived. Memories… are dangerous. “Hmm…” Vanhoover, a lively coastal city sitting atop the Luna Ocean coastline—Vanhoover, with its countless skylines and ponies of all races trotting to and fro. Earth ponies, pegasi, and unicorns live their day-to-day life with the subtle scent of salt wafting through the air and the view of mountains in the distance. Outside the train station, paper rustled, getting drowned out by the chitter-chatter among the passengers leaving and those arriving. That rustling parchment was a map of Equestria, and it had my pair of pistachio-green eyes locked onto it. I was standing outside the train station because this is where the train tracks stopped—in other words, the end of the railroad. Not long after, as we walked through the city, we came across a street filled with various stands and entrances to multiple large buildings. “Hey, Brave and Glorious, how long will you stare at that map?” Words spoken by a close friend of mine. A greenish-looking insect creature with orange horns and purple buggy eyes. He may have looked odd, but make no mistake, he is the leader of the changeling hive. I thought he would have been too occupied to be here with me in Vanhoover, but I am sure he had his reasons. Not peering away from the map, I responded. “I’m just trying to ensure we get through, Thorax. I don’t believe I’ve ever been here or to our destination.” “You’re such a worrywart. It’ll be fine… If we get lost, we can fly.” “True, but Luna Bay is a freezing environment, and I’m a dragon. A flying dragon in the cold doesn’t bode well.” “Ohhh, I didn’t think of that. My apologies, Spike.” I initially hid my face behind the parchment, but after examining it again, I rolled it up. “There’s no train to take to Luna Bay; Vanhoover is the closest stop. We’ll have to take a carriage ride or walk the rest.” “You’ve grown up…” Thorax murmured. “You sure it’s sufficient for the hive leader to be away from the hive?” “Why not? My brother does a splendid job protecting the hive from harm. He also improved his leadership skills. One day, he’ll be a fine co-ruler—perhaps hive leader! Then you and I will be able to hang out more, and I’ll also be able to do my own thing.” Then, suddenly, a curious stallion called out to us from a nearby lemonade stand. “Hello, visitors! Can I be of help to you?” I shoved the map into a small dark purple bag hanging by my side. Slightly distracted by the twinkling baby blue jewel pin brooching on the front. “No, no. We’re just passing through.” As I responded to the nosey stallion, Thorax commented on the handbag. “I’ve been meaning to ask… What’s with the purse?” “Huh?! I-I-It’s not a purse, Thorax!”  Thorax further examined the bag. “Did she make that? Hm? Hmm—” “I dare say that is a mighty fine purse!” the nosy stallion exclaimed; his eyes opened wide, ready to pop out of his head. “Urgg… You know what? Is there a carriage ride that’ll take us further northwest of here?” I asked and pinched the bridge of my scaly nose, agitated. “Yesiree! Just go north up this path, and a carriage riding service will sit right before the Pear family farm.” “Gee, thanks. Let’s get moving, Thorax.”  “You got it,” Thorax chuckled, “Spi-key-wi-key~.” My insides seemed to twist. “Urgg!” As Thorax snorted, he gasped and noticed a front window display showcasing baked goods. “Wait, are those donuts?! I’ve always wanted to try one!” “We should really get moving here, Thorax.” Thorax knocked his face on the bakery store’s front window display and licked his lips and the glass. “How pretty… Some even have gems on them…” I stopped in my tracks, no longer following the concrete sidewalk. I may not have completed my objective, but I say I deserve a treat. Bagel Lox, a pegasus running a bakery in Vanhoover, was living his best life. He married the mare of his dreams and had two adorable fillies. His shop was nominated as the best bakery in Vanhoover. There’s nowhere else to go but down. He would only improve his baking to ensure nopony who laid eyes on his store would pass it up. A literal gold mine, the perfect bit-making machine. He counted the bits in his register while listening to a song on the radio. ~🎶 We’ve got hearts… As strong as horses! 🎶 We’ve got hearts… As strong as horses! 🎶 He sang along to one of his favorite singers, Sweetie Belle. He thought the other two were fine. Bagel Lox considered listening to Countess Coloratura next. That’s when he heard a slam, followed by the notifying sound of the shopkeeper’s bell ringing aggressively. “What in tarnation!” Two unusual figures stepped inside. With a hesitant voice, Bagel Lox mustered the courage to ask a question, struggling to swallow the lump in his throat. “Are you two customers?” One seemed to be a dragon, and the other…??? He wondered whether that creature was local to this side of Equestria. The unusual and hungry-looking pairing yelled in unison. “DONUUUTS!!” Bagel Lox will never forget that day. Neither will he forget the two monsters that rampaged through all his donuts and the awkward process of them standing by the register, paying for what they gobbled up. After lunchtime and idling around during recess, we were finally almost there. The desire is not only mutual but also familiar. Not limited to school but extending beyond… to that bay. “Ahem—” Miss Scarlet Petals discharged a coughing gesture to grab our attention before speaking. “Classes for the day are almost over, and I’m aware you’re all ready to march straight out that door!” A hastened response escaped me like a reflex. “Yes!” “Ahem—” Miss Scarlet Petals glared at me and continued. “The last thing we’ll be doing today is learning about the geography of Equestria.” “This is your favorite subject, right?” Ice Whistle whispered to me, his scarf swaying from his neck. It seems the specks of snow had already melted and been absorbed. As a response, I slid and slumped further into my chair. “It’s better than the usual, I guess.” Ice Whistle chuckled. “You’re such a slouch sometimes.” “Mehh…” We are always so focused on Equestria. We know a lot about it now. It underwent noticeable changes after Princess Twilight and her friends left for the outskirts of Equestria and returned. So, what about the outside? What about it, Miss Scarlet Petals? The question popped up and rapidly enveloped my mind like a thick rubber balloon filled with an eternal incoming water supply. The tortuous ideation would not dissipate. Unable to contain myself any longer, I raised a foreleg at a sloth’s pace. “Dear all Princesses, is Nature Thorn asking me a question related to the subject?!” It’s like Miss Scarlet Petals had seen a ghost pony. All the young students in the classroom gasped in surprise. From my peripheral vision, Ice Whistle gaped at me with a soft expression—his profound eyes locked onto my lips. My throat became dry. “What about—” And a thump from within audibly raced. There was no restraining it. The beat would not have stopped even if it was squeezed and crushed. “What about the outside?!” My words reverberated throughout the room, through the ears of all… but not through someponie’s heart. All the faces in the classroom remained still, devoid of interest. Truly, the room had become distant, and I detached. “Hmm? We understand little about it.” My heart sank further as those words escaped her scarlet muzzle. “As a matter of fact, we’ll never need to. Don’t worry. It’s not something you’ll ever have to concern yourself with. I mean, just think about how treacherous the lands outside Equestria might be…” Might be? Do you hear yourself? Who cares? That’s precisely what makes it so incredibly captivating. Just how perilous can that journey be? The vastness of this mysterious world is so… Gravity went beyond chaining me down, like wading through heavy water. How can we ignore something so vast and unknown? I don’t have claustrophobia, but it was as if I was at the core of the world when I proposed the question. And upon receiving the answer, the world had become infinitesimal with me trapped in it. Coming to terms with the sincere remark shattered something. “…R-right,” The class restored the current subject and disregarded my question as if it had never existed. Just like the unknown, it stayed unknown. Ice Whistle glimpsed my way with worry. He was accustomed to visioning me as lazy or slumped, but not this. He’s never seen me in a state where a dark cloud floating above my head wouldn’t be questionable. I held my hoof up to my black and grey striped scarf and stroked it. Everypony began packing their saddlebags because the day's last class had ended. My best friend had a disparate ambiance toward him halfway through the earlier lesson. Not knowing how to amend the situation, I still wanted to help him. Which would also mean coming to an understanding, and this is Nature Thorn I’m talking about here. I gandered his way once more. There’s only one practical choice. I’ll have to speak to him, and it would start with me moving one hoof forward. “Thorn, let’s get out of here and hang out. Whaddya say?”  “Sure.” Nothing about him or the surrounding atmosphere changed. I’m decent at performing magic for a short duration, but only telekinesis. So, for my next move, I’ll use my birthright as a unicorn to move this immovable object. My horn glowed a magenta hue. The magic aura shrouded Nature Thorn, levitating him with telekinesis. I took him outside. Then, a filly from our class called out to me. “Um, I-I-Ice Whistle, I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” she stuttered and mumbled. That filly’s name is Starry Vision. A unicorn with long, teal-colored hair covering one of her eyes and flowing down to her chest. She also had a turquoise coat. My interest was piqued, but that interest was soon dispelled. “Sorry, another time? There’s something I have to do.” “O-oh, sure thing.” I felt terrible, but I had plans. As a last resort, I had a specific destination in mind. An extraordinary place my friend might need. At first, I dragged him to my house. I talked to him in my room for hours, trying to cheer him up, but no dice—just an occasional groan.  Last resort it is, then. I grew weary of relying on magic to transport Thorn, so I clamped onto his triple-striped tail with my teeth and pulled the fighting weight onward. We gathered a few suspecting looks from the other residents of this small town. Since the population isn’t that high, it took no effort to remember somepony. In other words, it’s easy for them to remember who you are, too, so yes, this is certainly embarrassing. Later, a pool of water expanded before us. I had dragged him to that place. Reaching our destination after I dragged Nature Thorn’s rear end through this unnamed town, we waited for about an hour until the sky gradually darkened. It was the staple of our icy-cold, petite home. Whenever you look at a map of Equestria, you will find that it doesn’t have a name—it is recognized solely as Luna Bay. We’re a side piece, and nopony here has a problem with that. There was no way of outshining the bay neighboring us—an inlet of self-reflection. We say our town isn’t unique, and that’s not wrong, but the bay itself is. The history of Luna Bay goes as follows. During the origins of this town long ago, a unicorn was the first pony ever to lay eyes on this bay. Her name was Ocean White. Sometime during the night, Ocean White gazed upon the body of water and saw something in the reflection. It reflected her; specifically, it showed you who she would be. It told her the future the universe had in store for her. Strangely enough, the reflection would show you all that, but not your cutie mark. Ocean White was content with what she had seen. She would continue to live a fulfilling life. And since the bay showed her living her dream life, she named it after the pony who governed the literal ‘dreams’ throughout Equestria. Princess Luna. “Remember that day? What I professed about this place?” Most ponies who were aware chose not to peer into it and would instead achieve their goals on their own. But Thorn needed this. Even if I force him to stare at the water’s surface. “Do me a favor, Thorn. Walk out into the bay and find your reflection.” Nighttime had just begun. The shoreline was a mix of clammy sand and occasional pebbles, creating an interesting texture. The water lapped the shore, and mellow swishes resounded as it retreated into the bay. Despite the snow’s determination, it faced a relentless battle against the water’s constant assault on its attempt to cover the sand, often breaking it down. A snowy beach. An unusual but mesmerizing sight. The opposite of a warm, sunny beach, with its night sky dancing on the surface. The scenery gave off a beautiful eeriness. To the right of the shoreline was a miniature peninsula extending out into the bay—where Ice Whistle and I settled. Why did you bring me here? I was already aware of the answer when he dragged me in this direction. I understood his endeavor. Ice Whistle, you’re not in the wrong for trying to help me, and you’re not an idiot for bringing me here. It was a good idea through and through. There was no better plan, but unfortunately for you and the pony you lugged, they had already given up on themselves quite a while ago. It’s not your fault for not knowing. I kept it a secret from you, my parents, and the entire town. That’s right. A hammer struck a nail of curiosity deep into my heart one night long ago. I was fed up with myself. As a response, I went to the bay for the first time by sneaking out. What I saw crushed my spirit. When I watched the ripples of the water waving the radiant stars above but not the pony gazing into it, I gave up. I tried to repress myself. I couldn’t – shouldn’t – give up on the ponies close to me. Even though I’m thirteen years old and still have no cutie mark, my mom and dad still glorify me to an insane degree. They show me so much parental love, guidance, pride, and care. To betray them and put them in a depressing, heartbreakingly painful state wouldn’t leave a favorable taste in my mouth. Then there’s you, Ice Whistle. The other young ponies in this town aren’t jerks or bullies. There is no disdain here. They’re ordinary, and in my foolish eyes, in some ways, that’s worse. I didn’t converse with any of them, so in return, they didn’t converse with me. Yet, even when I hardly said anything to you… you continued mouthing off to me. Ice Whistle, you broke my expectations. You broke out of that ‘everyday pony’ sphere. As for the residents of this town, I’m still deciding. It doesn’t matter anymore. I gave up on myself but would not give up on those around me. That is why, to this day, I would sneak out every night, hoping to see my reflection. The second time I tried, it was a bust. The third was another failure, and the fourth ended up no differently. The eighth. The sixty-third. The two hundred and eighty-eighth. The seven hundred and sixty-ninth. The one thousandth… After a while, the count became hazy. There was also yesterday, but it was a no-go. This scene will never change. “Do me a favor, Thorn. Walk out into the bay and look at your reflection.” Ice Whistle told me that, but I already saw how this would play out. I ignored his request because I did not want to see this broken record replay again. So, I said nothing. “Then I’ll prove to you it’s not a superstition; it will show you what you seek. It’s never failed anypony that’s looked into it!” Just one. Without haste, Whis looked into the water’s reflection. He deliberately announced the occurring event. “Whoa… It’s trying to show me something!” Afterward, Ice Whistle stopped his narration. I didn’t hear another peep until a few minutes later. Then Ice Whistle strode back to me. He saw his reflection, future, and who he was meant to be. I had the opportunity to see it, but that would be rubbing salt into my wound. Who am I kidding? This entire situation is. “Nature Thorn... It worked! I know what kind of pony I’ll grow to be.” “I’m happy for you, Whis.” Genuinely, I was thrilled for him. I only wished the best for Whis and nothing more, even if I cannot express it here and now. It reminded me of the day he got his cutie mark three years ago. Sadly, I could not describe the mark because I never examined it. Intentionally, my eyes averted from his flank. I do it to everypony, as foolish as it may be. “Will you please look now?” Ice Whistle asked. The same answer as last time: complete silence. “Fine. I’ll have to resort to desperate measures.” Wait, you wouldn’t— It was too late. Even if I dashed off, I could not escape the range of this last resort of his. “It’s time to end this, Thorn!” The next thing I knew, I was lifted into the cold air and hovered over Luna Bay. I stopped making excited facial expressions filled with anticipation around the fortieth time. It was the same this time, too. The only ponies’ reaction you wanted a glimpse of was not mine, but Ice Whistle’s. Ice Whistle exhaled a visible puff of breath, his eyes widening as they fought the biting cold. “Where’s your… reflection?” He had trouble letting out the words as the scene took him aback, so much so that his rear end plopped down onto the snow-covered sand of the peninsula. Continuing to look out at the bay, ears tucked back, not looking Ice Whistle in the eye, an icy-cold reply escaped. “I don’t have one.” “Thorn… did you…?” “Yeah… I knew.” That was the last wisp to linger in the air before trudging back home. As mentioned, this scene was the same as always. The only difference this time was me getting forced into it. The irony. Of my volition, I always came here and recoiled. Sometimes, life is just weird like that. After plodding through town, I arrived home. Nopony was present, so it was quiet. Mom and Dad must have gone out to buy food for dinner. I preferred this because I can’t wear a brave face for them. When Mom and Dad get home, I don't want them to see me like this. So, I traipsed upstairs to my room and worked through these foolish emotions. Later, the opening and shutting clack of the front door resounded. “Thorrrnnn, we’re home with some hayburgers!” Dad hollered. “If this isn’t what you want, I can whip up some proper dinner for you!” Mom followed with a holler of her own. I came downstairs and told them I’d be okay with the hayburgers. Soon after, we gathered around the family table and started chowing down, mom being the conversation starter. “How was school today, sweetie?” “You know, same-old, same-old,” I flatly replied with a mouth full of food. “Err, your old stallion here figured you’d say that. That’s why I got us our favorite hayburgers. A stallion needs their hayburgers. They make us BIG and STRONG. They’re what makes us, you know, STALLIONS!” “No shouting while we eat, dear.” “Apologies, love.” Dad readjusted his voice and continued in a normal tone. “Also, son, the ultra-tasty food in your belly might help improve your motivation to make it through school tomorrow. We know it can get boring at times. I tried telling your mother here, but she doesn’t believe me.” “This is not dinner,” Mom stated tediously. “By the way, Thorn, where have you been? We haven’t seen each other since this morning.” “Hanging out with Ice Whistle.” I swallowed a bite of my hayburger. As always, it was delicious. “I figured. They have been friends since they were foals, dear,” Mom said. While that may be true from your viewpoint, it wasn’t until a specific moment I considered him an actual friend. “Mom, Dad.” “Yes?” they both replied in unison. The only difference being Dad, who almost choked on his food. “Thanks for dinner. I’m going to call it a night.” Again, the first to open their mouth was my mother. “What? You usually sleep at ten, so you still have a few hours left.” “I know, but I’m tired and want to hit the sack for the rest of the day,” I replied while causing the stairs to creak. “Oh, okay. Goodniiight.” “Dear, what was that?” I asked, touching a cheek of mine with a hoof, looking back at my husband. “You don’t think something is wrong, do you?” “He’s a growing colt, Misty Fleurs. I told you those hayburgers would work wonders.” Seriously? Left eyebrow raised, Forest Seed’s eyes darted around as sweat dripped down his head. “I’m… going to watch the buckball game on the television.” “Uh-huh. Go do that.” Dimmed lighting, that’s how I would describe it. I did not mind, though. I was planning on sleeping until the alarm went off. Upon entering, I turned my head left and right to ensure no arachnids were hiding because those eight-legged creatures tend to give me a case of jitters. After determining there were not any, I laid eyes on a mattress. There it is. My checkpoint for the day. I walked up to it and leaped into the air, landing on the surface back first, all four legs sprawled out, absorbing the fresh chill. The bed squeaked a few times, and then complete silence followed, as if somepony muted the small space with magic—or time had ceased. Not bothering to cover myself under the blanket, scarlet eyes stared at the shadowy ceiling, and then… my sight faded into complete darkness, preparing for the next ordinary day to come and pass. Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! In the dead of night, placed atop a hill overlooking a coastal town nearby, flaunting its lighthouse, dock, and small bobbing boats in the water, a large glowing double-layered tent was adequately propped up. The vibrant orange and purple tent stuck out compared to the structures of the piling houses scattered throughout the harbor atop large mossy hills of rocks. The warm homes in the distance were lit up with artificial lighting. Some ponies slept, or maybe a young filly or colt or two secretly stayed awake. That is what one of the attentees (pun) believed as she stared at the coastal town of Silver Shoals from her tent. “Luna, is something wrong? Earlier this morning, you suddenly jolted out of your sleeping bag. Is you coming out here related to that?” a white alicorn questioned, struggling to step outside because her long white horn could not fit through the tent’s opening. She was in the sleeping quarters of the tent, two sleeping bags unkempt within and a small lantern shining a bright orange. As Celestia mentioned, her younger sister had jolted out of bed with heavy breathing. So tonight, Celestia kept an extra eye on her. However, instead of bouncing awake, her sister had exited the double-layered tent of her own accord. “Everything is fine, sister,” another but smaller, dark blue alicorn responded. Giving up on walking through or under the tent but mostly taking heed of her younger sister’s words, Princess Celestia returned to her sleeping bag and zipped up the second inner layer of the tent, then turned the lantern off with a distinct click. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” Luna murmured under her breath, sitting by a crackling campfire, an orange glow blanketing the right half of her body, still staring at the harbor town of Silver Shoals. “What was that?” Celestia asked ardently, turning the lantern back on with a clack. “I said I’m sure you could at least use magic… You know, to teleport out and eat some s’mores with me?” Luna said, smiling, breaking out in a sweat. A gasp escaped the tent, and then the hiss of a zipper followed. Celestia still tried walking out. Still, after realizing what her younger sister had said, she took the advice and teleported. Right next to her sister. “Luna! You know I love s’mores! As if I’d ever pass up the opportunity to eat them alongside you!” Celestia exclaimed, hugging her sibling. Luna’s forehead crinkled from furrowed brows. “How… sweet…” “Oh, they will be!” Celestia said, turning her attention to the tent section spread out in front of the sleeping quarters, eager to grab the bags of soft marshmallows, bars of chocolate, and a box of graham crackers. Phh! Just as Celestia was about to enter the tent again, her long horn collided with the zipper tape and the area above, halting her progress. She could only sigh from embarrassment. “Haa…” “Magic, sister… Magic,” Luna alluded, pointing at the dark blue horn on her head. Hoooo! Hoo! Hoo! Then, under the moon and the backdrop of lit piling houses, soon enough, the two retired alicorns dug their teeth into the crunchy, chocolaty gooeyness of a perfect s’more, the orange glow of the crackling flame complementing their crumb-covered smirks. > Chapter Two: Their Perspectives > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- After eating dinner and watching the buckball game, we ascended the stairs to check on our son, Nature Thorn. He was always different from how I pictured my child being. Not that that’s a bad thing; His mother and I love him to the moon and back. But I have never been able to express my feelings well because back in my day, I did not have somepony to call a father. I just hope he is aware of how much I care for him. We arrived at his door. He said he would hit the sack a few hours ago, so we expected to find a small pony dozing off. My hoof froze mid-air, hesitant to turn the doorknob. I glanced at my wife and looked into her eyes for reassurance. She nodded. With Misty Fleurs by my side, I can do anything. This was nothing. He’s my son… He’s my son. Perhaps the weight of that fact is why I’m so anxious. After sorting through some more thoughts, I was ready. It creaked a fair bit, but I opened the door. We walked in cautiously to ensure we did not wake the growing colt. We didn’t approach too closely but got close enough to see Thorn snoring in his disheveled bedsheets. The first to whisper, breaking the silence, was Misty Fleurs. “He’s as adorable as the day he was born.” “Do you think we’re doing a good job?” “There’s not a doubt in my mind.” Seeing his tranquil face, I could not help but picture him as a foal. I reminisced about the memories we made together all these years. Something inside of me just kept saying that this colt would be extraordinary. Maybe it's a father’s bias? I should have made a name for myself outside of our small town, but I failed. I came to accept that. I came to accept who I was. There was no better Woodspony around Luna Bay—perhaps even Vanhoover. As for Misty Fleurs, she has a natural talent for growing and nurturing flowers. Together, we helped provide Luna Bay with a wood supply and beautiful greenhouses. Because of this environment, things were more challenging for Misty Fleurs, but she could bring the most withered plants back to life with her expertise. Currently, I am on a work break, having gathered more than enough wood to sustain the town for a while. Whatever specialty Thorn adopted, we would support him through and through. Heck, I’ll even help push him further whenever he falters. I’ll help spread his name throughout Equestria. Then nopony will ever be able to escape the name, Nature Thorn! Our family is not one that gives up on fulfilling its roles and duties. No matter what, we make things work. I did it, and his mother did it. We would even assist each other if need be. So, we'll be there if he needs or wants our help. But if he wants to do things independently, that’ll be okay, too. All that matters is how far he will go. That will come with time. The critical factor was my ability to be patient. “We should step out before we wake him up.” “Agreed,” Misty Fleurs concurred. We left the room and closed the door, allowing it to creak that night for one last time. Reality was cruel as I awoke, the daylight glinting on my face, which meant a five out of a seven chance of embracing another day of educating this town's young fillies and colts. All the parents, grandparents, other family members, and ancestors depended on me to teach their kin the dos and don’ts and academics. I tried to leave my bed, but exhaustion had other plans. Thud! “Mmhhh…” Falling off my bed face-first onto the floor and scarlet tush in the air, I stayed in that position, contemplating my life for sixty seconds. Afterward, I exerted strength into my sluggish legs and trotted to the bathroom sink to look at myself in the mirror. The reflection showed me a beautiful crimson mare. I noticed my messy purple bed hair and figured it needed an excellent combing. Still, I would need assistance, so I called out to my only helper. “Oh, Hazellll!” “Woof!” Hazel was my charming not-so-little dog, a Borzoi, to be exact. She already understood the assignment, as this was a common occurrence. The products would have already been in the bathroom waiting for me, but I had to go shopping for fresh supplies, and when I did, I left them back in the living room. Hazel knew what to fetch. She grabbed and brought my hair products, a brush, and a decoration: the cutest green bow. “Good girl! I forgot I had this bow. It’ll look so good in my ravishing purple mane.” I combed my hair out, using the hair products as intended in the proper order, and topped it all off with the adorable green bow. I witnessed the ultimate results in the mirror, and wowza! I looked good. “Scarlet Petals, you look fabulous in green ornaments. Truly, you should wear it more often.” That was enough dilly-dallying about my appearance. Unfortunately, I wasn’t on a date with a dashing stallion today. No, today was a day of learning! Technically, every day is, but it doesn’t matter.  Then it happened again today. Hazel had a random pair of brown slippers in her mouth... I don’t own a pair of slippers. “Hazel! Bad girl! You stole something from a neighbor again?!” “Woo.” “Ohhh, youuuu!” I attempted to pounce on the naughty Borzoi, catching only air and the hard, fibrous flooring beneath. I peeked up, and there she was, glaring straight into my soul with those derpy black orbs for eyes. “Woo.”  You’re mocking me. I can feel it down to the marrow of my bones! “Why, you little—” I stood up and started chasing her around my house. After a few minutes of trying to capture her, Hazel took things a step further. She jumped onto my rose-dust-colored sofa and placed her forelegs on the thick window ledge behind. She turned, making sure we made direct eye contact. You bet your furry little dog ass I’m glaring back. Then I realized I made a simple mistake. I should have recognized the meaning of her actions instead of being so focused on our staring contest. One of her adorable paws raised like she was about to shake a hoof. Then, her movements halted in mid-air. I caught on to her plan. She aims to rush out the window and escape to the outside world. Something I cannot let happen. That unruly Borzoi’s hind legs stood on the cushions while her forelegs were atop the thick window ledge. And there it was—a latch. She’s up to no good, no doubt! It was a simple mechanism; you only had to flip it upwards. “Don’t. You. Dare.” “Woo.” With the simplest movements, her paw flipped the latch, causing the window to unfold outwards, and then she leaped out of it. “Hazel!!!” I jumped out the window in hot pursuit, the chilly morning air biting all over. It looks like I’ll be late for work again. Darn you, Hazel. Bmm! Bmm! Bmm! With its tiny cone-shaped beak, a snow-bunting bird pecked at my window. It was early morning, and I had difficulty sleeping last night. Yesterday, my close friend Nature Thorn looked into the bay and didn’t see a mirror image of himself. But how was that even possible? The probability of it not showing his ‘reflection’ should have been... absolute zero. In the vast history of Equestria, there has never been a report about a pony without an eventual cutie mark, purpose, or talent. Nature Thorn should be no exception; he was, in fact, an average earth pony. That’s just one of many problems. He knew. Nature Thorn already knew and never told anypony, which is understandable considering our initial agreement. But why did he never tell me? We have been friends since we were little foals—practically brothers. Nature Thorn didn’t tell me til I cornered him. Until the moment he was caught. “Does he not trust me?” No, I don’t think that’s it. Was Thorn embarrassed? That might be more accurate, but the guy only gets sheepish if it concerns his parents. No, I’m sure Thorn is a little embarrassed, but that is not the feeling Thorn gave off when he admitted to already knowing. Nature Thorn was sad, but if he already knew that was just a result of being reminded... then telling me should not pose much of a problem. He knows I would do everything I can to help. If it’s not trust, sadness, or him being shamefaced... Ice Whistle, you dunce. Why did you have to analyze this? The answer is so simple. “Thorn... you’re infuriated with yourself, aren’t you? So displeased, you’re trying to conceal it.” My sight locked onto the dark brown ceiling. An old wrinkled poster my elder sister got me was taped there, featuring some old blue stage magician named Jack Pot. I left my bed's warm, soft confines and grabbed a momento off the hook rail attached to the door. “I could really use some of your advice, Freeze Breeze,” I whispered, then wrapped the momento around my neck, also putting on a matching beanie. –A black and grey striped scarf was acquired.– My sister moved to the great City of Baltimare to attend a university. Unfortunately, asking for advice was not an option. If I want to communicate, I can only do so by writing a letter, which is time-consuming. Even so, my letters have yet to be answered to this day. But now was not the time to dwell on it. No, I must stop fixating on what I can't do and emphasize what I can do. “Ice Whistle, come down here and see what your father made us for breakfast,” Mother said, coming by my door. With the scent of brunch, I stepped out the door leading to my room and prepped for school. I had a friend to see. “Rise and Shine!” my older brother announced, rather than my alarm clock waking me. “...Why didn’t you just let my alarm go off?” “Silly filly, because I’m your big brother and llllove my adorable little sister! I must look after and be an exemplary role model to you, Starry Vision.” I’m sure he sapped all the potential enthusiasm that could have gone to me the day he was born. I really could have used it since I’m more of a shy pony than anything. Improving myself was a goal, starting with talking to Ice Whistle. “Alright, my Little Star, get ready for another super duper day at that fa-cil-i-tay of ed-u-ca–tion!” “Okay...” My brother, Stargazer, was always like this. The super caring sibling I can’t escape or get rid of. He has a good heart, though. His curly mane shared the same color as mine, but his fur coat was more of a dark powdery blue. My preparations for the day began, and Stargazer started preparing breakfast. But I couldn’t stop thinking about a particular pony in my class – Ice Whistle. I wanted to tell him yesterday, but he must have made plans with his friend Nature Thorn already because it seemed they were in a hurry. My timing could not have been worse—neither could my brother's. “Little Star! Breakfast is served!” I went to the kitchen and sat at the family table decorated with a white and blue tablecloth. Our parents were on vacation, leaving Stargazer in charge. “I have a surprise breakfast treat for you.” Oh, please, Celestia and Luna, help me. “It’s a special recipe from Ponyville!” The oven dinged. Using his oven-mitt-covered hoof, he opened the range, retrieved what was inside, and presented it on the table. “Voila!” The peculiar, peppery aroma assaulted my nose. I was seriously going to have this for breakfast on a school day. I spent considerable time figuring out what I was looking at until Stargazer revealed the answer. “It’s a jalapeno red velvet omelet cupcake. The thought of it intrigued me, so I just had to make us some.” At first, my mouth formed an upside-down V. Still, after noticing my brother’s eyes and their growing anticipation, a forced smile crept up—roughly meeting at the halfway point. I grabbed the monstrosity he gave me and slowly closed the gap between it and my mouth. With every inch it came closer, the more excited Stargazer became. Whichever came first, I was afraid he would either explode or implode from elation. I steadily sank my teeth into the breakfast dessert, chewed twice as slowly, altogether experiencing the cake’s fluffiness, the egg’s richness, and the jalapeno pepper’s tangy crunchiness, and combatively swallowed.  Boom!  It was like a bomb had detonated. It seems I’m going to school perplexed today. I wanted to tell Ice Whistle what I couldn’t say yesterday, but after seeing what Stargazer baked me, I was scared I might not live to tell the tale. My best friend, Mint Spring, would have been concerned about my sudden disappearance. However, I’m not sure what was more terrifying. Talking to Ice Whistle, or that this jalapeno red velvet omelet cupcake was delicious. A beautiful morning here in this town by Luna Bay it was. I am currently reading the Equestria Daily outside, sitting in my white beach chair, and drinking a relaxing steamy cup of jasper tea. I adjusted my reading glasses and filled my mouth with the warm liquid. Then a dang oversized mutt leaped over me, knocking the mug out of my hooves and causing the tea to slosh and spill all around. “Classic.” I paid no further attention and poured some more, trying to resume reading the newspaper. However, the paper was too wet and flimsy in certain areas. Screw it, I’ll enjoy the view and drink the rest of my te— Ting! Splash! “Sorry, Brisk Prize! I’m trying to retrieve your slippers from Hazel!” Scarlet Petals yelled as she galloped astray. Like the oversized rodent, the owner, who is also the teacher at the local schoolhouse, leaped over me and knocked the drink out of my hooves. Jasper tea spilled everywhere again. “Noted.” I know she didn’t hear what I said, and I didn’t care. That part is irrelevant. I’m more focused on why the mutt had my slippers to begin with. It just had to be me today, you darn thieving rat. Correction, rats. With the spattering of water from the faucet hitting the sink, I was in the kitchen, and the day was just starting. Last night, my husband and I checked on our son, Nature Thorn. He wasn’t lying when he said he would ‘hit the sack’ early. Forest Seed still had doubts about our parenting—apparent in his eyes. Still, I don’t think it’s anything to worry about. Nature Thorn is a good kid. He has never done wrong or anything disobedient. Heck, I can’t remember the last time we had to dish out discipline for his sake. As Forest Seed always says, he’ll be quite the young stallion one day. But I’ll call it a mother’s intuition instead. “Aaaahh.” Forest Seed yawned and stretched. “Still tired?” I asked. “Heck ye—” he must have recognized what I was alluding to in my tone. “N-no, heck no, of course not! Those hayburgers are going to keep me active all day!” I could see the sweat glistening on his forehead. He could never admit to being wrong. That’s just how he is. Even then, he didn’t want to accept his errors in life. But he has changed, and I will always be here to support him through thick and thin. I would shoot him a raised eyebrow, but we didn’t have time for our status quo. I had to prepare breakfast for Nature Thorn so he wouldn’t be starving until lunchtime rolled around at school. If he was starving in class, what if some young pony saw and told their parents? What would they then think of me? I’m not trying to be seen as that mother in town who doesn’t feed her kids. On that note, what if, instead, Miss Scarlet Petals saw? If she noticed our Nature Thorn on the brink of collapse trying to make it through her lessons when lunch is still a few hours ahead? Would she call us and give us a stern talking to? In that case, I would offer my profound respects. Or, worst of all, would she tell the authorities? Again, I could not help but respect her for being such a caring and responsible young teacher looking after the well-being of our children. “DARN, YOU HAZEL!” a mare’s voice shrilled. The scream interrupted my thoughts. What exactly is going on out there? “Dear, did you hear who that was?” Forest Seed peeked out the window and answered, “Nope...” “That’s odd. They didn’t sound very pleased, that’s for sure.” “Certainly not...” “Forest Seed dear, do you ever think the ponies of this town could use a little lightening up?” “Yeah... things have dyed down here a little, and that one neighbor of ours, Brisk Prize, grows grumpier by the day.” “If only we could get that one party pony... Cheese Sandwich, was it?” I asked, wracking my brain around trying to remember. “That’s the name! I can recall that amusing night. Boy, I wish Nature Thorn could have seen it.” “That’s true, but he wasn’t born then, so there’s nothing we could’ve done.” “If I contacted Cheese Sandwich, you think he’d come and throw the town another huge party?” I gave it an abrupt thought and put the sentiment to rest just as quickly. “I don’t think we should, dear. He has a filly of his own to take care of now.” “Rust buckets, there goes that idea, a grand one too.” Enough of that. I returned to prepping breakfast before Nature Thorn arrived. What would he do without us? “Sorry, I can’t take you any further than this. I wish you both the best of luck!” That was what the kind stallion said as we parted ways. The snowy landscape seemed to extend without end, except for the silhouette of a town in the far distance and snowy mountains towering above others. The air made us shiver, particularly Spike. Luckily, the snow fell lightly, like faint kisses from Breezies. Speaking of cute creatures in Equestria, a cute winterchilla slept in a nearby burrow. It appeared to be resting comfortably. Which made sense, considering they were built for such an environment. A few igloos were settled far off to the side. Whether anypony was using them was not of concern to us, though. In the end, I could not help but wonder. I notified Spike, and we took a brief detour to make sure. The dense snow domes were barren of life. Only dull brown knitted rugs and dolls blanketed in a white powder.  Afterward, we continued traversing the white landscape, paying no further attention to any distractions, crunching the snow beneath while the frigid air burned our noses. > Chapter Three: A Breakfast to Forget > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- My eyes were now open, and taking my first steps of the day, an enormous yawn escaped as my muscles were relieved from a stretch. As usual, I had to go to a place of learning with other budding minds. Which means it’s the first day of school with my best friend knowing my secret. Ice Whistle is a supportive type of friend. He will question my decisions – my situation – Luna Bay. The school building being in sight from here and not wanting to face the trial ahead, a sigh released. Glistening ice crystals were surrounded by a clear fluid that dripped down the windowpane, indicating the sun had been melting it. Even in a freezing environment, the winter sun’s rays can be surprisingly strong and comforting. The strange sensation of the chilly air and the heat rays mixing fought for a position on my face—a truly graceful situation. There’s no more time for this. I shut the window and cantered to the bathroom for a hot shower. “DARN YOU HAZELLLLL!”  While showering, I picked up my teacher's voice, Miss Scarlet Petals. Though, it might be a product of my imagination. Whatever. Ignoring the possible mental interruption, I focused on sudsing my green and yellow hair, wincing as an ounce of foam stung my eye. “Ah! Towel! Towel!” And as my foreleg reached for the usual spot... “I forgot the towel!” After that fiasco, a recurrence of last night’s scene played out. At a dinner table, a family of three sat in their habitual spots. Instead of only pancakes, there was bacon and scrambled eggs, and for the beverage, orange juice. “So, Thorn,” Dad started with a question. “How are those hayburgers holding up?” “Pretty well.” Of course, I’m fibbing. “Nature Thorn, don’t feed your father’s gluttonous pride.” She’s right. At times, Dad could get full of himself. I’d have to be more careful. “As for you, Forest Seed, that recipe book you’re so enthusiastic about might get tossed in the trash heap if you persist with these hayburgers.”  Dad inhaled a dramatic breath and laid his forelegs across the table. “No! Misty Fleurs, I’ll never praise those hayburgers again.” Fixing his posture, he put his right hoof on the left side of his chest, gesturing a pledge. “You promise?” “I promise! Anything but the recipe book from Sugarcube Corner! We haven’t even gotten through a quarter of it…” “Okay, okay, but you’ll have to help me find and prepare proper dinners from now on.” “You, honey, got yourself a deal.” Mom ousted a haughty breath. “Hmph, you won’t last a month.” Appalled, Dad gasped and debated. “Are you challenging me?” Like a film, the camera homed in on Mom’s face, and two thick horizontal lines gradually closed in on her stern, narrowed eyes. “Yes. I am.” Ruining the action scene, I interrupted. “If you don’t chew more, your pancakes will be ruined.” Dad eyed his pancakes after my brief remark. “Oh no, my pancakes absorbed the maple syrup entirely!” Mom tilted the flapjack to see if any syrup would drip off. “How unfortunate, mine too.” Having finished my syrupy pancakes, a burp escaped. “Excuse me.” Flapjacks are in their prime when the syrup stays on top. Everypony can agree with that. After considering the situation, my parents could only do one thing. “Pfft, Hahaha!” They guffawed. Mom and Dad were such goofballs. I can’t even recall a moment when they had to be serious. They found the best in any situation and laughed it off together. It was one of their best qualities, even if it wasn't obvious. They’re just like the maple syrup and the pancakes they were eating. They would take the syrup and come to terms with it. “Hey, Mom, Dad?”  “Yes?” they reacted in unison. “How did the both of you meet?” I asked and began glugging down a glass of refreshing orange juice, receiving my fill of vitamin C. “Oh, dearie me,” Mom said, trying to hide her flaring red cheeks in content embarrassment. “I’m so glad you asked Thorn, but don’t expect some super elaborate romance story… It was quite the simple encounter,” Dad specified. “Trust me, I wasn’t.” “Years ago…” Near Galloping Gorge, it was a typical workday cutting down some trees in the forest, hoping to collect some wood for Luna Bay. I thoroughly inspected every tree I brought down for critter nests or burrows. “Timber!” I yelled as the tree tipped over and came crashing down. That was when I overheard ponies arguing in the distance. I investigated and found two figures walking along the nearby train tracks. It was your mother and her father. —“My father and I got lost while hiking and followed the train tracks, hoping for a ride back to Vanhoover.” No interruptions, honey. —“Sorry.” After finishing work, I asked them this while trotting over, “I’m finished with my task. Wood you like a lift? I’d be happy to help.” My gloriously ingenious joke amused Misty Fleurs, causing her to giggle, most likely after noticing the cut-down wood logs wrapped up in my carriage. —“Ugh, Mom!” —“What? Is it not understandable from my perspective? Who’d expect somepony to actually make that joke under such circumstances? It was so awkward for my father. The look on his face was priceless! Oh, Thorn, I wish you could’ve seen it.” You had to be kidding me. “I can’t believe you started liking Dad over a sappy joke.” Attempting to hold back a smile, Mom responded. “Is this a bad time to say you woodn’t believe it? Pfft—” “No—I mean yes.” Dad had a cartoonish spit-take with his orange juice. Never thought I’d see that. And, of course, again, they laughed like maniacs together. Dad held his gut with both front legs and kept hitting his back against the chair. I hoped for him to fall backward. “Ha! Good one, honey bug! Haha!” “Hahaha, thank you, haha!” Mom laughed hysterically as she started banging her hoof on the table. Yup, they deserved each other. You horrible, filthy comedians, please get off the stage. If I had some fresh and or rotten tomatoes, I would throw them. Lucky you, fortune seems to be on your side today. “Ugh…” My cringing body couldn’t handle that unexpected blow to the gut. My stomach twisted in agony, and like my dad, I leaned back in my chair. Except, I went back so far that I fell backward and lay sprawled out on the plank floor, staring at the similarly made ceiling. Even here, escaping the thoughts of wood seemed impossible—darn wooden cottage. Dad’s laughter calmed down a tad, and he wiped away a tear. “Alright, Thorn, we’ll stop. How about we call this even? You know, a spruce?”  “Stop it, Forest Seed! Haha!” Mom lost control and kept her face down on the table, cackling. I died. That was the killing blow. We set the bar for jokes in this household far too low, and I’m the shortest one here. If I’m in a book, and this conversation is on a page, please, dear reader, burn it. Burn it with fire. “Wait, Misty Fleurs, did you pick up what Thorn said earlier?” Mom wiped tears. “Uh… I can’t recall anything standing out. What did he say?” Dad, struggling to hold back his laughter, stood on his hind legs and looked straight into Mom’s eyes. “The joke I made, he called it a sappy one!” Mom gasped, her lips forming an o, bringing a hoof to her cheek. “Oh, dearie me, you’re right! Guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree!” “HAHAhaaa!” They continued guffawing. Maybe they are maniacs. Even though their son’s dead body was lying on the cold floor next to them, they resumed cackling and losing their breaths at poorly made jokes. But despite everything, this is still our family—a family inept in the art of comedy. In a competition to figure out the funniest household in Luna Bay, we would find ourselves at the very bottom of the list. So, without a doubt, I can say this is a breakfast to forget. And please, send help. > Chapter Four: Another Dull Day Begins ⛅ > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- After enduring comedic abuse from my parents, instant relief washed over me after taking my hooves outside. A gentle chill wrapped around me as I ventured into the morning air. Thank you, Celestia and Luna, for protecting me from Mom and Dad. Though next time, could it hurt less? Those thoughts cleared out upon realizing an imminent confrontation with my best friend, Ice Whistle. That family breakfast situation had distracted me from my troubles. Is appreciation called for? Should I just be honest with him? Truthfully, I had little to say. Perhaps I’m avoiding the central topic or being indirect, beating around the bush (not a tree/shrub-related joke). That’s it, then. No more running. Whatever Whis asks me, he’ll only receive honesty in return.  Bring it on. Come at me with all your questions, Ice Whistle. You know what? Reciting that left a sense of satisfaction. More confidence. Thinking about it now, I’m looking forward to it. Did my mindset regarding this improve? Possibly tired of holding these feelings back? This experience was kept to myself for a long time, but I found somepony who wouldn’t judge me if I shared it with them. Yes, Ice Whistle was always there, that’s true, but I wasn’t ready before. My fear and bitterness blinded me from seeing him as that pony. And in the absence of carefulness, what kind of pony would be left? Something I didn’t mean could have been said—something that could have hurt others. The typical procedure was adhered to as trots took place on the cleared dirt trail, leaving minimal hoofprints. As my destination closened, my classmates waited outside the school entrance. Miss Scarlet Petals being late is not a rare occurrence. It was something we knew her for. The question was, how did she do it this time? Did her dog cause her to be late? Directing too much attention on her appearance? Or is that attention being diverted to the handsome stallion she has a secret crush on? Whatever it may be, I hope it doesn’t take too long. It was awkward just standing here and doing nothing. I glimpsed a pony wearing a black and grey-striped scarf and beanie. Silky white mane, a horn, icy blue fur, magenta irises – it all checked out. Target located, I strode past everypony and stood next to him, falling cold specks of snow kissing my coat. “Mornin’ Whis.” “There he is, my old pal Thorn.” It’s early to say, but everything seems to be normal. However, that could be all in my head. Ice Whistle, in his usual thoughtful manner, will keep quiet about this in front of everypony. “Did you have an average and uneventful morning, as usual?”  The air was as frigidly humid as always, and our breath turned into puffs of mist with every exhale. “Average? Yeah, but with slight variations.” Ice Whistle furrowed his brow. “How so?” Having to recall the reason, a grumpy expression resembling one of our middle-aged neighbors, Brisk Prize, broke out. “My parents acting like themselves is nothing new, but the awful jokes this morning were beyond traumatizing.” In the distance, my eyes followed a small flock of white geese honking as they gracefully flew toward the nearest body of water, Luna Bay. “I guess you wouldn’t believe it if I said it, but your parents are quite enthralling.” An ice-cold tear brimmed up. “Please don’t say that word…”  “...?” Ice Whistle tilted his head. A snowflake landed right in his ear canal, causing it to twitch. My perspective of ‘wouldn’t’ has changed. Hopefully, not for long. If ponies found my parents interesting, understanding why is easy. Around them, it’s like living with a circus of clowns. But I must admit, their ability to make dull days more bearable is something to be grateful for. Soon after, a classmate of ours whispered to somepony. “U-um, Ice Whistle…” The timid voice belonged to a turquoise-coated filly named Starry Vision. A pony I had seen often but never conversed with. It was unclear to me what she wished to discuss with Ice Whistle. Plus, it’s hard to tell if she’s looking at Ice Whistle when her teal-colored mane always covers one of her eyes. Ice Whistle greeted her with a friendly and apologetic tone. “Hey, Starry Vision, sorry about yesterday. I planned to talk to you about that sometime today or tomorrow.”  Her front legs fidgeted, her eyes locked on the ground, and her voice tinged with uncertainty. “That’s okay… I’d rather talk about it when no other pony is around. Is that fine with you?” “Of course, if you insist, I’ll gladly oblige.” “Thanks…” Now, she started scratching away at the dirt surface. Since it was none of my business, I didn’t care. Sort of. I figured it was a unicorn-related question because they were both unicorns. Then, without warning, a dog's barking invaded my ears. “Woof!” Right on cue, that had to be Miss Scarlet Petals and her pet committing another crime—an inside joke our class made. One of our classmates – Splotch Wing – painted our teacher and her dog on a white canvas, wearing black ski masks and sweaters, breaking and entering a house, and ransacking the place clean. ‘The Scarlet Hazelnut Burglars.’ It still made me chuckle looking at it—we each have a copy. “Hazel!” Scarlet Petals yelled. The dog stopped at the school door and sat, dropping a pair of brown slippers on the porch. With tired breaths, Miss Scarlet Petals made her way over. Her pursuit must have lasted a while. “Hazel… Bad dog… Bad… You’re so evil, Hazel.” It didn’t look like Hazel cared, though. She lay there, scratching her ear with one of her hind paws.  Cute, but we know your true nature, demon. Miss Scarlet Petals walked up to Hazel and collapsed onto the side of the porch. The owner and pet were now lying together. Hazel went to lick the scarlet mare’s face, possibly savoring her sweat and tears. It would make for an adorable picture she could laugh at later. Although sweet to those unaware of the context, that picture is just another reminder of Scarlet Petals’ stressful life for us students. Oh well. Click! Somepony from our class snapped a picture. That shot had to be golden. I would have to ask for a copy. Afterward, an older earth pony approached. He looked older than my parents, but not elderly either. His coat was white like snow, and his mane and mustache were the exact opposite, black like coal. It was one of our many neighbors, Brisk Prize. He also wore a grey fedora, and his white fur was stained with light brown splotch marks. What’s the story there? Brisk Prize walked up to our instructor and picked up the slobbery pair of brown slippers beside Hazel with his mouth. “Keep that overgrown rat on a leash. I refuse to tolerate the thievery and filthy mouth of that creature on my belongings, Scarlet Petals,” he mumbled. “Won’t happen… again, Brisk Prize,” Miss Scarlet Petals nervously smiled, her breaths labored and uneven. “Hmph.” Did he not realize he was using his mouth to pick up those very slippers? Nopony had the gall to tell him. Brisk Prize left the school grounds with sass and returned home. I wondered if he would like the art and the picture we had of our teacher, curious about how many bits he’d be willing to spit up. Ocular Vignette, the colt who took the photo, prepare yourself. Establishing a business is our next move. Unfortunately, the class was now in session. The time for fun is over. Earlier, our teacher was on the doorstep praying for water, and as soon as we got inside, she dashed straight to the built-in water fountain near the back of the classroom and devoured it. “Water! Sweet, holy water!”  Everypony was in their assigned seats. From my point of view, a dog cage held a prisoner captive to the left of the teacher's desk. The path of crime has consequences, and that’s the price you pay, demon king. My respect for Hazel knows no bounds. Maybe she was just trying to keep things interesting for Miss Scarlet Petals. After that, Ice Whistle posed a question, seeking my opinion while Hazel whined against the bars of her cell. “What’s your opinion about Hazel’s behavior?” Contemplating it, I crossed my hooves and peered up at the ceiling. Earlier, I didn’t mean the idea that came to mind seriously. I couldn’t develop anything else, so I hastened my first thoughts. “It’s possible she’s trying to bring some excitement to this monotonous town for Miss Scarlet Petals. Or for herself.”  Nature Thorn, will you ever relinquish these notions? Can you ever? Time had frozen. His response was so profound that it left me with no other viewpoint. “Interesting answer,” I responded and continued. “As for what I believe—” “She might be searching for something… specific.” “What can Hazel be searching for in house slippers?” Ice Whistle fixed his gaze on the blank chalkboard. “Not everything is how it seems… on the surface.” “…” Snap! Splotch Wing, another student in our class, broke his pencil in half. “Another one, Splotch Wing?” a colt asked, astounded by the repeated mistake. “Off my wings, Ocular Vignette!” Until our teacher finished guzzling water and returned to her desk to start class, I remained silent. “Thanks for giving me time to recollect myself, students. Today has been tiresome, but hey, tomorrow is Saturday, so the weekend is almost here!” Miss Scarlet Petals fiercely glared at Hazel, then continued. “Which means a time of relaxation. Right, Hazel? There will be drastic measures if you ruin this much-needed weekend for me.” “Arf?” Hazel whimpered. “Anyway, let’s begin the day by exercising our minds. Who’s ready for some math problems? Should we begin with our favorite, the Pythagorean theorem?”  In other words, torture. Sigh... It’s too early for math. To prove it, most of the class groaned at our teacher’s declaration. But that’s school for you, isn’t it? And so, another dull day of education began. At the same time Nature Thorn was attending school, Forest Seed was sitting on the living room couch, and I, cleaning dishes, relished our time at home. “I wish this town had more local activities… We should plan a family vacation. What do you think, Forest Seed dear?” “We haven’t had a vacation since Nature Thorn was born. I’d say when he’s older. We can participate in grown-up activities together, and it’ll make for a nice birthday gift when he becomes a grown stallion.”  “Wonderful idea… If only it weren’t a few years down the road,” I said, then continued under my breath. “We’re not counting Vanhoover as a vacation.” “The longer you resist, the slower and more enjoyable the journey will become.” “I hate waiting, you know this. Remember when you arrived late to one of our first dates?” “Nope.” “Forest Seed!” “Heheh…” A loud thumping on the door resounded through the room. Did my Whittle Brimble fall ill during class and leave early? Or did somepony come to visit? If that’s the case, who could it have been? Either way, we cannot afford to linger and wait because it will appear impolite. We walked over, and Forest Seed peeked through the peephole. “Heya Mr. Thorn and Mrs. Fleurs! I have additional breakfast provisions from earlier. I assumed that you both might be keen on tasting it. How’s about it?” No questions needed. It was one of our neighbors. The elder brother of a student that goes to the same school as Nature Thorn—Stargazer. His curly mane possessed the same shade of teal as his younger relative, while his fur boasted a dark powdery blue. “Answer him, Forest Seed,” I said, egging him on by prodding his rear end. “Err, we had quite the fulfilling breakfast,” Forest Seed mumbled through the door. “That’s unfortunate. I’m sure I overheard you favored recipes from the Sugarcube Corner recipe book. Well, I’ll be on my way then. Have a merry day, you two!” I could hear Stargazer’s steps as he clopped away from our porch. Whew… “Wait! You said you made something from the Sugarcube Corner recipe book?” Forest Seed exclaimed. If Stargazer had heard a muffled voice before, he could hear it clearly now. Stargazer ceased his movement and reversed course to give an answer I did not want to hear. “Correctomundo! I whipped up some jalapeno red velvet omelet cupcakes.” Forest Seed extended his cheek muscles to their limits and surveyed me for reassurance. I shook my head. He frowned at first, but then he cracked the door open. I hastened my head shake, and Forest Seed answered by quickening the door’s opening. In response, I continued emulating his behavior with my head shaking. The process continued until the door was open, baring all ponies on both sides. “Please come on in Stargazer,” Forest Seed said. “Don’t mind if I do.” Are you kidding me right now? “Excuse me, Stargazer, but did you say jalapeno red velvet omelet cupcakes?” “Yes, ma’am.”  Tears verged. There was no way out of this situation. Our act of welcoming a guest with food left us with no alternative but to indulge. Unless… “Fun fact: I’m allergic to eggs.” “Honey bug, you made us scrambled eggs earlier and ate them.” My dunce of a husband thwarted my escape plan. I shot him a withering glare but had to stow it away because Stargazer was on the verge of making eye contact as we entered the kitchen. “Thus, you can sample some! Your husband’s memory served us well, didn’t it?” I scowled. “Yup… very well.”  “You reap what you sow, honey bug.” Upon that remark, my right hind leg kicked Forest Seed’s left hind leg. “You’re right, dear.” “Mr. Thorn, Mrs. Fleurs, I must say, your kitchen looks fantastic!” Sarcasm slipped out of my mouth. “Thanks, it’s the same kitchen as every other here at Luna Bay…”  “That’s true, but I can feel your love for each other here.” “Heh, you can say that again,” Forest Seed muttered. Whap! I hit the back of Forest Seed’s head. “Your son, Nature Thorn, too.” “Don’t make it weird, Stargazer.” Whap! “Ow…”  Stargazer must have thought he picked up on thumping, but we stood there with awkward smiles when he looked at us. “I’m going to put these on your family table, then we can sit and eat.” Forest Seed cheered on. “Yes! No need to wait any further. Let’s just chow down.” The visiting pony placed the horrid batch of omelet cupcakes onto the table, grabbed some plates from our kitchen cabinets, and put the Sugarcube Corner delicacies on them. After placing the desserts on the plates, Stargazer pushed the plates, causing them to slide to the other side of the family table—one for Forest Seed and one for me. Forest Seed relished the treat, savoring each bite with a lip-licking gesture. Pressured into doing this, I took a bite and chewed at a snail’s pace. Richness, fluffiness, and a crun— Crunch! As soon as my brain registered what my mouth crunched on: a juicy pepper mixing with the fluffiness of the red velvet cake, I stopped chewing and kept my mouth open, eyes in disarray. The tangy juices of the pepper dripped down my lips and onto the plank floor. At this moment, I could only muster three specific words. “…What the fu—” Chill winds swept through, causing a particular purple scaly nose to sniffle. “What motivated you to venture all the way out here?” A question posed while we approached an outlying village. The colony was ornamented with a delicate layer of snow that covered the roofs of all its timber buildings. It was silent, except for the crunch of snow. My close friend, Spike, sneezed and responded to my prior question. “Achoo! You’re asking me this now after we’ve finally arrived?” “The idea’s been at the back of my mind, but I must admit, the journey’s been distracting.” “In that case, I’ll answer your question, Thorax.” We passed the sign that read ‘Welcome to the town by Luna Bay.’ The wooden sign seemed to have aged because it appeared worn out but stood firm, like hardened changeling slime. “To that end, you can think of it as a brief vacation. My life has been rather disordered since taking up the position of Royal Advisor. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m always happy to be by Twilight's side and help, but sometimes it can become… overwhelming. I’d like to take this opportunity to lighten the load.” “I can understand where you’re coming from. I thought the same way, now, and before we met.” We trekked forward, leaving prints along the lightly snow-covered dirt path, conversing with one another as we passed a resident’s cottage. “And the other end?”  The winter sun flickered. Spike was blinded for a moment, struggling to adjust his eyesight. “What?” “You said ‘to that end.’ So, what about the other side?” Moving along, an upcoming pine tree stood tall, its branches and thin needle leaves tipped with heavy frost, creating a barrier that prevented the winter sun from penetrating through completely, awarding Spike with the proper amount of time he needed to restore his sight. “Oh, yeah. To that end, Twilight aimed to ensure that the School of Friendship is accessible to the entirety of Equestria. To every pony and creature across the land. It’s always been, of course, but the more remote territories of Equestria might not have gotten the message. Or bothered to answer it.” We strolled past an outdoor lamppost. I noticed a familiar sound and the familiar sun-shaped symbol of the flickering lamppost head as it buzzed on and off. Fly-ders swarmed around it, which may have prompted some thoughts about my place of birth. There was no point in having it on during the daytime. It was clearly malfunctioning. “What makes you think that?”  “Starlight documented the hometowns of the students attending the school and realized there weren’t any students from this area,” Spike emphasized by pointing a claw down on his palm. “Not acknowledging this town must have made them feel bad...” “For sure. But it’s not their fault, though. The name of the town isn’t even shown on any map. Luna Bay is the only name displayed over here. What’s the deal with that?” Spike pondered, scratching his head. We attracted curious looks from some townsfolk. A white stallion was bitterly reading a newspaper outside on a beach chair, wearing a grey fedora. “What are ya lookin’ at?” Although he was reading the newspaper, he gave off an unwelcoming vibe. “Nothing! Heh… yeesh, tough crowd,” Spike mumbled. “I’m sure we just caught him on a bad day.” I waved to the bitter pegasus just to earn another resentful stare. The frigid temperature caused Spike to shudder, and a pallor washed over his face. “Okay, I’ve been doing my best to neglect this, but the cold makes me very uncomfortable. Mind if we ask somepony if we can come inside for a bit?” I took on a proud voice since Spike depended on me for help. “Whatever aids my cherished buddy.” By chance, a powdery blue pony with curly teal hair was heading in our direction, humming a jubilant tune. “Hm hm hm hm hmmm, hm hm hm hm hmmm…” Recognizing Spike's need, I wasted no time in seizing the first chance that came our way. “I apologize for interrupting your lovely tune, but my friend is struggling with the cold. Do you know of any place where we can warm ourselves up?” The pony stopped and stared at us like the unusual-looking visitors we were and whistled. “How about that? Our little town is getting visitors? Welcome, welcome! My name is Stargazer, and to answer your question, I know of the perfect abode that will warm the both of you right up.” “Really?! That should be perfect then!” I exclaimed. That was easier than expected. “Oh… so… cold…” Spike appeared paler and paler by the minute. “I’ve never seen a dragon before, but this is no time to be amazed! Let’s get you that warmth you need!”  “Just hang on, Spike, I’ll carry you there.” Shapeshifting into a creature capable of turning this nameless town upside down, Spike was lifted. As leader of the changelings, and like any other changeling, I’m glad I can change into any creature I desire. This would have been unnecessary if Spike were still a baby dragon since he would have been small enough to ride on my back. So, on occasions like this, I’ll transform into a centaur. In doing so, I hauled Spike while trailing behind Stargazer. “I just have to say, that is radical!” Stargazer exclaimed merrily and trotted toward our next stop. Hopefully, my stomping won’t cause too much of a disturbance. It was like any other day. Settled outside with my newspaper, having been subjected to the howls of that enormous rodent engaging in some form of misdemeanor while its owner gave chase. Then, two unwelcome visitors rudely gawked at me. Soon after that, one of them turned into a darn centaur. No. Not dealing with whatever that is. I packed my things and headed inside. “That’s enough ‘outside’ for today.” I may need to consider moving. Once again, there was a knock at the door. Who can that be this time? Was Stargazer coming back? I can’t handle eating another one of those abominations he made for breakfast. It might have scarred me for life. I could not look at the Sugarcube Corner recipe book the same. I might have to set the thing on fire when Forest Seed isn't around. If it is Stargazer, I’ll inform him we’re preoccupied and to return later. If Forest Seed replies, he will allow entry. I refuse to let that happen. Forest Seed was hitting the television to get it to work. Perfect. “If it’s Stargazer, let him in. I want to discuss arrangements for him to cook more recipes from that book.” “Okay, dear,” I responded, but continued under my breath, “That’s never going to happen.” Through the door’s peephole, the demon in question stood. What’s the reason for Stargazer’s return? Although I was curious, I ignored his calls. “Yoo-hoo! Mr. Thorn and Mrs. Fleurs, I have some visitors here for you!” Plural? Visitors? As in, more than just you? Were it solely him, I would have urged him to leave. However, given that he arrived with company, how can I muster the nerve to ask that they all go? That’s an easy one, I couldn’t.  Click! Errrr…. Stargazer’s visit was merely a distraction from the hefty dragon behind him. The dragon was wrapping its appendage around what I presume to be a reformed changeling. Why would such an odd pairing be together all the way out here? The only solution is to discover for yourself. “Please, enter.” Boy, Thorn, I wonder how your day is going because your father’s just got a little weird. Odd figures occupied our living room, which contained a couch, a bean bag chair, a television, and a staircase leading to the second floor. Behind the sofa, the kitchen served as our background. I, Stargazer, Misty Fleurs, a light mulberry purple-scaled dragon, and a lime green reformed changeling. At a place called ‘Ponyville,’ this was supposedly the norm, but this place was not Ponyville. Right beside Luna Bay settled our unnamed town. This is that place—a village mainly composed of earth ponies and unicorns. There were a few pegasi here, so you best believe seeing a dragon and a changeling is beyond unusual. The couch fits three figures—Misty Fleurs and me, who sat on the right side, and Stargazer to the left of us. Beside the sofa was the dragon, lying in the noisy bean bag chair by the electronic heater. On the other side of that heater was the changeling, standing proud with a relaxed expression. “Sweet relief, this heater is greaaaat… I might have to take it with me,” the dragon stated, wholly relieved, color returning to his face. “You know, I just realized something. Why didn’t you just breathe fire to heat yourself earlier, Spike?” “Dang it, Thorax! I wish you had asked me that earlier. You’re on a roll with these late questions.” Spike sighed and crossed his scaly arms, sagging deeper into the bean bag chair. “Ugh… How could I forget something like that?” “Heh… well, just don’t do it here with all this wood…” I chuckled and suggested. That surely would not be in our favor. And did they refer to each other as Spike and Thorax? There’s a prime chance that these visitors are Spike, the Royal Advisor for Princess Twilight, and Thorax, the king of changelings. “Yeah, this entire town’s agriculture seems to depend on it,” Spike mentioned. “You bet. Wood is a versatile material suitable for both cold and warm seasons. It’s a superb building material,” I replied, sticking my chest out pridefully. “I’ve noticed that! I’m glad it isn’t my imagination,” Thorax commented. Hearing that, Spike jolted as if a distant memory had resurfaced. He turned his head toward Thorax and asked for confirmation. “Oh yeah, you mentioned once that you and the other changelings came from a tree, right?” “That’s right. And if it wasn’t strange enough, we’re born ‘evil...’ My birth occurred a little later through an egg hatching, though.” Spike’s face turned to one of disgust. His eyebrows stiffened, and his arms crossed. “I’m confident that the dastardly queen you followed is accountable for that. Not the rest of the changelings. Just being born, maybe you all adjusted to her passion because you were unaware of how to do things differently?” Thorax brought a foreleg closer to his face to examine the odd green. “I’m not wholly certain, Spike. The recollections from that time are… hazy.” “Maybe because I’m right? You’re not evil like her, Thorax.”  “Ohhh, you mean that detestable black-hearted Queen Chrysalis, am I right?” Stargazer interrupted. “Yeah… her.” Thorax emphasized his last word with disdain. “Whatever, she’s had her chance, and she’s no longer a concern, as that abomination will be petrified for eternity,” Spike asserted, wiping the serious expression off his face. “Pardon me, but may I ask what the two of you creatures are doing out here?” Misty Fleurs questioned. With remarkable speed, Thorax reacted. “Apologies, Mr. and Mrs.?” “Oh, I’m Misty Fleurs.” “And I’m Forest Seed.” “Allow me to introduce myself as Thorax, the leader of the changeling hive. My friend here will explain. His reason, genuine.” On the noisy bean bag chair, he fixed his posture. “My name is Spike—” “The Brave and Glorious.”  Spike continued his explanation after shooting Thorax a quick glare. “As the Royal Advisor for Princess Twilight and on behalf of her and Headmare Starlight Glimmer, I would like to offer the ponies in this town the opportunity to attend the School of Friendship.” “Ta-daaa!” Thorax cheered.  In perfect harmony, Stargazer, Misty Fleurs, and I gasped in astonishment. Within the next moment, there was a sharp popping—a product of Stargazer. He fired a petite confetti blaster to mark the surprising declaration. “A confetti blaster? That sure brings back memories.” “We’re being noticed by a princess?” I asked. “The Princess Twilight Sparkle?! I never imagined I’d be near anything associated with her… With royalty,” Misty Fleurs beamed. As regular townsfolk who can be found anywhere, we can now say we encountered the Royal Advisor for the ruler of Equestria. Considering nothing extraordinary happened here, this moment will be ingrained in the town’s history. “Anyway, where’s the school in this town?” Spike asked. Keen on the idea, I answered. “Just head west of here, and you can’t miss it. It’s the only painted building over there.”  “I’d like to thank you all, Stargazer, for bringing us here and both of you for providing me with warmth and directions. Thorax and I will take our leave to notify the school of the good news.” “No need to be modest. We’re just happy to help,” Misty Fleurs clarified. “Indeed, and besides, our son attends that school. This is a great opportunity. With his potential, he’ll become a remarkable stallion and hence would be an excellent addition to your school.” “Such confidence,” Thorax commented, admiring me as a father. “Can’t wait to meet him, now, if you’ll excuse us.” Getting up from his noisy bean bag chair, Spike turned off the heater, and Thorax joined him. The door creaked as they pushed it open and stepped into the winter air. The two creatures were on a quest, and they would see it through. Upon departure, Thorax left his sentiments. “It’s been a pleasure to have met every one of you!” Then the door closed. “Wish I could see his reaction,” Misty Fleurs said. A light bulb lit up above my head. “Let’s go around the side and peek through the schoolhouse window.” “My love for you grows in times like these, Forest Seed.” Can’t forget Stargazer. He was on board with the plan primarily because it aligned with his routine. Sometimes, he talks about how he watches his sister attend class through the school building window. “You can count me in!” Thus, the likely-minded trio of miscreants embarked on an improper mission. At my desk in class, my head rested on my brownish-orange right hoof, utterly bored—a sense of numbness in the brain. Though not overly complicated, specific math problems necessitated unique problem-solving methods that made the problem-solving process seem even more time-consuming and wasteful. But what can you do? In any case, everypony in class was delighted to hear that we would be moving on to the next subject. I was content since we were informed that history would be the upcoming topic. Equestria’s history is pretty interesting, I suppose. I can go on a tangent about geography, but the suffocating bubble we create for ourselves irks me. Imagine if Equestria was in a jar, and that’s it. What about the outside? This should go without saying. No matter how large, a jar cannot hold even a fraction of the world's magnitude. “It’s time to get started without further ado,” Miss Scarlet Petals began and resumed. “And should I come across the little turd who took that photo earlier, your ass will be mine.” My ears picked up on the culprit’s fear as he gulped. You reap what you sow, Ocular Vignette. If you ask me, Miss Scarlet Petals is one of the most indifferent ponies in Luna Bay. “Now, let’s discuss a pony from the days of yore… The illustrious Star Swirl the Bearded! I’m sure you all at least heard the name before.” With a raised hoof, Starry Vision posed a question. “Is it true he passed away a few years ago?” “A body was never found to confirm. However, after Princess Twilight brought him back into the Equestria of today, it would only make sense that he would continue to age normally. He was already old then, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s deceased now. Some of the other pillars passed away as well. Regardless, he continued exploring Equestria and learning its hidden mysteries. And more about friendship. Who knows, maybe he’s still living, but in secret.” “No way! There’d be no reason to live in secret! Especially when he’s so ancient!” Splotch Wing commented while covertly drawing on a sheet of paper with a wing. “No reason? While it may not appear clear to us, it is probable that somepony as wise as Star Swirl would have impeccable reasoning,” Miss Scarlet Petals replied.  Although implausible, Star Swirl came across as a pony I would be interested in meeting. We could have discussed if I had been born earlier. Then, in the middle of our history lesson, something unusual happened. Our door was being knocked on. Only two scenarios popped into my head. Scenario one, the parents of somepony, were rewarding us with a visit for whatever reason. In scenario two, our village leader graces us with another unexpected check-in to ensure Miss Scarlet Petals fulfills her educational duties. Entertainment-wise, my hope was for the latter. Our village leader is a stickler for following the law to the letter—a veritable enforcer of rules. Her name is Page Martinet. Coincidence? I think not. My encounters with her were few, but she was an aged mare whose grey and white mane was styled in a bun. Her bangs were on the brink of covering her eyes, almost hiding behind the stereotypical librarian glasses, and her fur was as pale as beach sand. The silence in the room was only interrupted by the clock's ticking as everypony fixed their gaze on the door with curiosity. “Our class seems to have a visitor. Please act appropriately while I answer the door...” Then she glared back at us. “And after.” “Arf!” “Criminy.” It seems she had forgotten about the prisoner held captive in class. If Page Martinet is the one at the door, simply put, our teacher is royally screwed. If it was not the village leader… I would still be more surprised by the fact that Hazel had not already gotten her owner kicked out of town. Then, with bated breath from herself and the students, Miss Scarlet Petals approached the door. “I’ll be right there!” Despite arriving there, she looked at the door with a nauseous expression, like she was about to throw up. She rested an ear on the brown exterior. “Page Martinet, is that you… bestie?” The response came curtly and slightly muffled. “No.” “Yeah, he’s mine!” Bad news: it was not Page Martinet. Fans of ‘The Life of Scarlet Petals’ were left to anticipate a new episode at another date. Judging by the deep tone of the suppressed voice behind the door, it seemed like it was scenario one. Except it was neither. Miss Scarlet Petals released a breath of relief and opened the door. The world slowed down. We saw not ponies, but something we’d never seen with our natural eyes. Other creatures. It was a light mulberry purple dragon, and a light lime green reformed changeling with orange antlers, leaving me dumbfounded. My interest sparked, wanting to know more. I don't doubt that they had a reason, an explanation, for being here. I decided waiting and letting things play out was the best course of action. All the ponies in the room voiced their surprise, including our teacher. “W-w-what brings you here? I wasn’t informed of any special visitors.” The dragon scratched the back of his neck nervously. “My bad, I should’ve put in a word.” “You mean you didn’t notify them ahead of time, Spike?” “Heheh… Whoops.” “Also, did we need to go through the trouble of taking a train and walking all the way here when we could’ve asked Discord to teleport us?” Spike pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ugh, that’s the third one, Thorax! No, you know what? I’m not counting that last one. Don’t forget, this was mostly an excuse to sit back, relax, and enjoy the journey.” “Hehe… Whoops. Apologies, Spike.” Miss Scarlet Petals interrupted the odd duo. “Wait, d-did you just say D-D-Discord? As in the Lord of Chaos, Discord?” “Yeah, he’s our pal, but everypony and creature knows he’s a good guy now,” Spike responded casually, trying to brush aside any worries. “I’ve heard…” Miss Scarlet Petals said, slowly backpedaling to the prison cell, holding Hazel by her desk. Not good. She opened the dog cage and shouted an order. “Get ‘em, Hazel!” “RooRooRoo!” Hazel leaped toward the most prominent figure around—the purple dragon. I didn’t believe Hazel could do much, but to my surprise, the Royal Advisor turned tail and split. “Whoaaa!” “Heel! Heel!” Thorax yelled as he tried to calm the dog down, chasing it from behind. “Gooood girl! Good girl!” Crazed scientist Scarlet Petals cheered on her creation with delirious energy. The only observation to be made is that this scene was nonsensical. The winter sun beamed down on the Royal Advisor and the changeling darting and hollering around the dreary fences of the snow-covered front yard. Was the changeling unaware it could frighten Hazel away by taking on a much larger form? An ursa should do it. Then again, that could prove useless if Hazel was as fearless as she was diabolical. In that case, we might have to call the royal guard. Hazel might belong in Tartarus. “RooRoo!” With the background being some of our homes in the residential district, the snowy expanse was filled with the echoes of Hazel’s barks and the frightened screams of her prey. “Thorax, what are we doing?! We’ve dealt with the likes of Opal and Angel before. This dog should be nothing!” “Other than Chrysalis, Opal is the only creature I fear turning into… You’re right, Spike, let’s end this tomfoolery!” As much as I wanted to see that, it never came to pass because a particular mare showed up during the silly commotion. “What in Equestria is happening here?!” The fan-favorite character of our favorite show appeared. Seems we might have a new episode of ‘The Life of Scarlet Petals’ airing after all. To whom do we owe the pleasure, Chieftain Page Martinet? Spike, Thorax, Hazel, and Miss Scarlet Petals all froze in place. A distinct chill always lingered whenever Page Martinet was present as if she were a walking blizzard. “Scarlet Petals, attennntion!” Just as she proclaimed, the pony in question teleported right in front of her instantly. No magic involved. They’re both earth ponies. “Long time no see… bestie!” Miss Scarlet Petals said with a nervous smile. “Not your bestie,” Page Martinet responded bluntly. Sweat dripped down her scarlet muzzle. “Right… So, what are you doing here, if I may ask?” “There have been rumors about peculiar visitors strolling around the town, causing a minor disturbance. Know anything about that, Scarlet Petals?” Page Martinet asked, glancing at the unusual creatures. “To be frank, no… but it must be the dragon and changeling over there, correct?” Page Martinet slowly rolled her eyes back onto Miss Scarlet Petals. “Hmph. Precisely.” Seated in the farthest row from the door, I could still observe the fuss and feel the chilly breeze from the entrance. Several ponies in the classroom stood together, shoulder to shoulder, watching from the window. I wasn’t kidding when I said this was our favorite show. “I have an additional question for you,” Page Martinet said, pushing her librarian glasses back up. Our teacher bowed with her response. “Of course, Miss Page Martinet.” “You can drop the miss… And why is there a dog here?” Something glistened off Miss Scarlet Petal’s head, and it was not snow. “U-uh… well you see…” “Sorry to interrupt,” Spike started out and continued. “I should have figured this place had a pony in charge and sought them out, but it slipped my mind.” “Slipped your mind… Is that indeed the case? Mr. Dragon, might I ask what status you prefer me to use?” Page Martinet asked, scanning Spike head-to-toe. “You can just call me by my name, Spike, and my changeling friend there is Thorax.” Thorax waved. “Hiya, I’m that friend.” “There’s a dragon named Spike in an influential position from Canterlot. If I am not mistaken, you’re the Royal Advisor for Princess Twilight, correct?” “Bullseye.” Everypony gasped and further gossiped about the information we received from the conversation. The Royal Advisor of Princess Twilight Sparkle—The Princess of Friendship. She had humble beginnings in Canterlot and, most significantly, in Ponyville. There wasn’t a pony in Equestria that did not know of Princess Celestia, Luna, Cadance, Flurry Heart, and Twilight. While it was presumably not uncommon to find her in Canterlot and Ponyville, having somepony remotely resembling her was an exceptional occurrence for us. Even when the bay next to us bears the name of Princess Luna, the reason why remains elusive. It’s not like she had ever visited. Apparently, Celestia and Luna retired to a place called Silver Shoals. I'm unsure where that is, but it sounds like a peaceful place. Wouldn’t mind seeing it one day. “Although I empathize with your situation, it does not justify you engaging in this reckless behavior and acting as you please. I kindly request that you accompany me to complete the essential paperwork and continue discussing your purpose of visit, sojourns.” “Oh, come on, you old coot!” two distant male voices said in unison. “Quiet, you two!” a removed female voice replied. Faint voices resounded from a distance. The precise location has yet to be discovered. Page Martinet must have heard it, too, because she turned her head, searching for the source. “Did you hear that?” Spike shrugged his shoulders. “Eh, probably just the wildlife or cracking snow.” “Very well… Now, allow me to escort you to my office.” Snow scrunched beneath, and she started walking Northeast. “Give me your worst. No paperwork is too difficult for this dragon. Let’s go, Thorax.” “We’ll see about that,” Page Martinet commented. “Do I have to fill out paperwork too?” Thorax asked. Page Martinet, Spike, and Thorax strode Northeast into the town, unintentionally saving Miss Scarlet Petals’ life. “Do I?” Thorax insisted further. After that outside exchange, we continued class as usual. Before it did, Miss Scarlet Petals took a breather to recollect her thoughts. Some ponies kept to themselves, and others continued gossiping or had a normal conversation. “The Royal Advisor for Princess Twilight. Isn’t that neat,” Ice Whistle said. “The most intriguing thing to happen in this town.” I returned to my routine headrest position. “It’s among the top contenders, no doubt about it. But whether it merits being titled ‘the most intriguing’ is debatable.”  In the broad history of Equestria and Luna Bay, perhaps you, Nature Thorn, are the most interesting. > Chapter Five: Luna Bay > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- We stood at the welcoming desk in the empty lounge as faint wafts of air from the ceiling fans brushed our heads. The wooden interior was polished so much that it almost resembled glass, and showed my purple, hazy reflection. “The wood here might be the most beautiful I’ve seen in Equestria.” Thorax pressed a hoof against the mirrored surface of his inverse hoof. “Right? I feel like I can just skate across the floor like ice.” A receptionist behind the welcoming desk greeted us with a smile. “It’s a pleasure to welcome you back, Page Martinet. May I be of any help to you?” “I’ll be fine, but hold that thought.” A high-gloss door was visible to the left of the receptionist’s desk. Page Martinet gestured for our entry after opening it. “Allow me to welcome you to my office. Should I have Lila Styles over here prepare some coffee for you?” “No thanks,” I answered, entering the room. “I’ll take you up on that offer,” Thorax said as he followed. “In what manner would you prefer it to be prepared?” Page Martinet asked. “There are different ways to prepare it?” “Yes. There’s black coffee—” “That one! I’ll have my coffee black.” “Are you sure?” Thorax smiled and puffed his chest out in pride. “Eeyup—as a close friend of ours always says.”  “Lila, can you please prepare a cup of black coffee for one of our guests?” “I’ll get right on it, Chief.” Lila Styles stood up from behind the receptionist’s desk, and Page Martinet closed her office door without a sound. The cleanliness of her office rivaled, if not surpassed, that of the lounge. As a cleaning professional, I had to admit that I couldn’t even dream of making Twilight’s castle this spotless. “Did it all have to be smooth, glossy wood?” I muttered, observing the space and detecting a hint of a wintergreen aroma. Impressed by the aesthetic, Thorax spun around multiple times in a slow 360-degree rotation. “This is great! Like being in the most elegant tree.”  “Please, take a seat.” I sat in one of the two available polished chairs. Because of my weight, it creaked, which made my heart drop to my stomach, perhaps even further. Imagine showing up to the town chief’s office and beginning a conversation by breaking their furniture. Not a good look. Thorax, noticing the chair was initially meant for a pony’s rear end, transformed into his pony persona, Crystal Hoof. Expansive and orderly bookshelves decorated both sides of the office. At the same time, a seven-meter-tall bay window behind the Chieftain’s desk reached toward the sky. The window was ten meters wide, almost the width of the room. Martinet’s office reminded me of Twilight’s old dorm back in Canterlot. She even had a sliding library ladder for both sides! Well, I guess that should be expected. Enough distractions. Behind the polished dark brown desk in a black office chair sat the town’s chieftain – Page Martinet. We were met with a stern gaze from the mare and her portrait displayed on the desk—a double whammy. Twilight’s advice resurfaced, and my back straightened to appear more presentable. Crystal Hoof, seeming a slight threatened by Page Martinet and her twin portrait’s expression, offered his condolences. “Good luck, Spike.” Thanks, Thorax. Really. “Allow me to repeat my earlier question. What is the motive behind your presence here, Royal Advisor?” Page Martinet reiterated, resting her chin on both forelegs, staring deep into my soul. “To be blunt, I want to invite the young colts and fillies at your school and everypony in this town to enroll in the School of Friendship. If they want to come.” “Hmm…” Page Martinet ruminated on my proposal, and closed her eyelids. Then, somepony opened the door. Firm clops resounded and approached. Using her head to push a black service cart, Lila Styles brought the cart holding a steaming beverage on a coffee tray to Crystal Hoof and left it for him. “May this coffee bring your taste buds immense pleasure and satisfaction. Now, if you excuse me, I must take my leave. If there is anything else you need, please call for me.” “Will do! Thanks a lot!” Crystal Hoof exclaimed before he blew on the black liquid, took his first sip, and smacked for all to hear. “Still hot… but not too shabby.” Thorax, I am having a difficult time resisting the urge to smack my forehead. As ‘Crystal Hoof’ took another slurp, Page Martinet still contemplated. Or maybe she was annoyed by the sipping. I couldn’t tell. Upon her eventual response, it came swiftly. “No.” “What?” Surely, I must have heard wrong. Crystal Hoof slurping black coffee ensued. Page Martinet’s glasses slid down her muzzle, causing her to readjust them by pushing them back up. “That’s my answer. No.” My palms weighed down on my knees. “Can you tell me why? Learning about friendship should be accessible to all! Especially to those struggling and seeking guidance, we offer a space for finding answers and self-improvement! There’s no reason to decline this.” Page Martinet laid back into vinyl cushions. “I understand your perspective. However, I assure you I have valid reasons.” “I’d like to know these ‘reasons,’ if you don’t mind.”  “As it is known, our town refrains from participating in the affairs of the rest of Equestria. Regrettably, we have not yet appointed an official name for our residence, either.” I virtually stood up from my chair as I countered. “You can be involved! We can change that!” “What you say is true, but have you thought about that not being within our wishes?” That revelation took me aback. “Huh? ‘Not within…’ Why wouldn’t it be?” “The nameless town we call home, with its winter night sky, is perfect the way it is. Our goal is to live in peace, with nothing unusual interfering with our daily routines. A location not acknowledged by the rest of Equestria. Although it is possible for anypony to enter this location without prior notice, I cannot offer a cordial welcome to such an occurrence. Besides...” I had to be cautious not to topple my chair, as she had me on the edge of my seat. “Besides?” Page Martinet pulled out a drawer and stared at a small brown picture frame stored within before returning to the conversation. “Do you know anything about Luna Bay, Royal Advisor?” “That body of water outside?”  “Precisely.” “No, why? It’s just some body of water.” For the first time, laughter echoed through the office. The source was the only authentic pony present. “Another factor to consider is that body of water.” “Is… there something special about it?” “Very special. Given that you and your friend are trustworthy figures across Equestria, I feel assured of confiding this information to you. A secret kept from most. The issue is confidential and should not be shared with everypony and creature in Equestria, as it may endanger Luna Bay and its neighboring community. Perhaps even the natural order of life in Equestria.” “I’m listening.” If true, I was left wondering why she would tell. “Me too,” Crystal Hoof chimed in, still sipping his black coffee, assaulting our ears. Page Martinet removed her glasses, fogged them with her hot breath, and scrubbed them with a soft fabric from another drawer. “The founder of this village is one of my ancestors. Unlike myself, she was a unicorn. Just an ordinary pony like the others in this town. She liked to practice her magic in private and kept a journal to write about her progress. But one night, she strayed too far from her home and became lost in this area. The weather was a pierce frigid, and in due time, she found herself near a body of water known today as Luna Bay. And with no sensible explanation, she was drawn to it. Like I said before, it was severely cold. She should steer clear of thoughts about that ‘alluring’ body of water. Still, despite nearing the end of her life, she intentionally moved closer to death’s door. Why was that?” “Beats me,” I replied, stumped. The closest thing to mind is when I hopped in to save the Equestria Games from that colossal mass of ice over a decade ago. But that decision was made on a whim to protect the crowd’s safety. From the information Page Martinet stated, the situations weren’t exactly the same. Crystal Hoof plunged in. “I’m with Spike on this one.” Spotless once again, Page Martinet put her glasses back on, then swung her office chair around to look out the bay window behind her, and stared at the three subtle reflections. Either that, the snowy expanse, occasional buildings, or the Frozen North Mountains. “Supposedly… it was the beautiful, true night sky reflecting off of it that attracted her. But in my honest opinion, that’s utter folly. She went to the bay, disregarding the need for warmth or direction of home, and when she did, the bay provided answers.” “Provided answers? On how to survive?” “Somewhat. That foolish unicorn, Ocean White, was shown her future, true self, and the means to reach it. In contrast, it also showed her what would happen if she didn’t. So, the choice is obvious… right? She lived happily ever after and even convinced the struggling ponies from her hometown to move there; thus, the origins of our town began. At least, that’s as far as the records go.” What? That’s crazy... The bay is like a more elaborate version of the Crystal Heart in the Crystal Empire, except it’s openly available for anypony to use. And if everypony in Equestria depends on it, the need to find your purpose alone will be eliminated entirely!  The mere thought of this town’s secret being revealed sent my heart into a frenzy one could hardly imagine. If I had told Twilight, surely, she would have felt the same. Actually… It frightens me to think about what she might do to keep this under wraps. For the natural order of Equestria, would Twilight use her power as an alicorn to destroy the bay? No, that’s ridiculous, Spike; she wouldn’t go that far… Right? The fake pony in the room posed a question. “How did she convince those ponies to tag along?” “The diary doesn’t disclose the method, however; I assume she informed them about the bay, but then, as you asked, the question that would follow is, ‘How did she get them to believe her?’ All we can do is speculate.” Now, the weight of the situation is uncovered as comprehensible. “I understand. Luna Bay might fall prey to the exploitation of creatures and ponies, such as the Flim-Flam brothers. But the story prompts some questions.” Turning her chair back toward us, she replied with an expressionless face. “Ask away.” “Shouldn’t you close off the bay and assign ponies to guard it? Anypony can approach it with ease, as you pointed out earlier.” Once again, Page Martinet, with her glasses sliding down, rested her hooves under her chin and scrutinized me before speaking. “What good would that do? The act of arousing suspicion around the bay will prove counterproductive, as it will attract more attention, possibly even mistrust. Our only option is to leave the bay as is. You could say we came full circle here. Why, in the name of Celestia and Luna, would a pony stare into the bay at night in this frigid atmosphere? For the view? In my opinion, only an idiot would. Or somepony who knows of the secret, but that isn’t likely.” “Fair point, so I take it the bay only works at nighttime?” “Correct. The town’s originators made many efforts to experiment with it.” “What would happen if word got out?” Crystal Hoof asked. “Then so be it. It is what it is,” Page Martinet touted, her glasses still sliding down her muzzle, revealing the solemn nature behind her exposed gaze. “There’s nothing else we could do about it except…” Reluctant to do so, Crystal Hoof finished her sentence and gulped. “D-destroy the bay?” Tension hung in the room like a thick fog, making it hard to breathe. Even so, we visitors could hear our concerned breaths filling the space—perhaps even our heartbeats. Unfazed, Page Martinet glanced at Crystal Hoof and nodded. “Luna Bay is an impressive natural phenomenon, possibly even a manifestation of some divine force. The act of destroying it would pose a considerable challenge. After all, it is an immense body of water connected to the North Luna Ocean. One must question its ethical implications.” Then, the most advisable approach would be to avoid mentioning or drawing attention to Luna Bay. I’m going to respect Page Martinet’s ways and keep my mouth shut, even to Twilight. “In that case, I have one more question. It might come off as rude.” Page Martinet’s interest was piqued. “Let’s hear it.” “Why do you care so much for Luna Bay? Why ‘protect’ it?”  “I guess I do, but don’t get it wrong, dragon. First and foremost, I protect the town and its residents. The bay just so happens to be included in the package.” “Would it not be wise to consider moving elsewhere in this situation?” Crystal Hoof advised. “Although it would be ideal, as you can observe, we have already established a residence in this location. Our ancestors have lived in this land for generations, and it would prove challenging for the ponies who are aware of our confidential information to abandon it all. So challenging, they might threaten to reveal said confidential information.” “Weird. Has my coffee always been this bitter?”  The three of us, all noteworthy figures with our own unique accomplishments, remained quiet. I was the first to break the silence. “Still, how does this exactly surmise a rejection of my earlier proposal?” “Oh? Would you be so kind as to further elaborate?” “Gladly. I get that you lot enjoy your lives just the way they are, but what about the individual pony? Where’s the damage in letting them attend the School of Friendship if that’s what they want?” Again, a hush fell over the room, only to be broken by the subdued chuckling of Page Martinet. “Hahaha!” Grimaced, I could not believe she could laugh at a time like this. Unlike earlier, I didn’t balk at standing upright. “I fail to see the humor in this, Chieftain Martinet.” After appeasing her expression from laughter, a smile remained. Then, she finally pushed her glasses back up. “I beg your pardon for squandering your time. Although what I stated isn’t false, I don’t object to you taking a few of our willing townsfolk to attend your educational institution. After all, nopony attending your school will know the bay’s secret anyway. So, the likelihood of the information being disclosed… is zero.” “So then, by the off-chance somepony knew, you believe they wouldn’t risk endangering the bay?” Crystal Hoof hypothesized. Page Martinet gave Crystal Hoof a side glance. “Fully.” Annoyed, I could not help but query. “Seriously? What was the reason behind all of this, then?”  Wait a minute… “To put it bluntly—” “You had nothing better to do, did you?”  “...Caught with red hooves. I just wanted to have a fun chat with you, ‘O Brave and Glorious,’” Page Martinet affirmed, displaying the sole of two hooves. “I’m quite the fan of your achievements in the Crystal Empire. Forgive me, I was curious to see how you would fare in a serious discussion with yours truly. Since the chance presented itself, I took it.” I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. This reminded me of a stunt a certain draconequus would pull. “You know what? Forget it. I don’t care anymore… Let’s just get this paperwork over with.” Seriously, do not throw a dragon in for a loop like that. “By all means.” Chieftain Page Martinet grabbed the essential paperwork that needed filling and presented it to me. “You will be ready to go after filling out these forms. First, you can announce for all to hear at the school, and then have me gather everypony at the town square for a second announcement later tonight. We can print out some advertisement pamphlets or posters for the townsfolk to keep. With time, they might change their mind. Sound acceptable?” “Yeah. Good grief,” I responded, grabbing the forms. After drinking the last of his black coffee, Crystal Hoof spoke. “That was quite a show, but I’m out of coffee now. Think I could get some more, Chief?” “Of course, I’ll get my assistant Lila Styles on it posthaste.” Page Martinet exited her cushion-filled office chair and walked out the door. “Lila! We’ll need more black coffee.” Dutifully, the dismissive assistant happily endeavored. “You can count on me, boss!”  I began working on the paperwork while Crystal Hoof reverted to his innate changeling shape. Thorax was back, even if he never indeed left. “The journey is almost over now. We can head back to Ponyville after these two announcements and ask Discord and Big Mac if they can hang out. Does that sound good to you, Spike?” The scratching of the quill could be heard throughout the office. “Yeah, far down the line, I’m sure that will be our new ordinary.” > Chapter Six: Cry of a Pegasi > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Several more classes were held after Spike, that changeling, and Chieftain Page Martinet left the school premises. Until then, today passed as an unremarkable day. Though if I said that, I’d be lying to myself. This day was noteworthy, at least compared to our typical uneventful days. Why that is is simple. Ice Whistle seemed more than ready to talk about my revelation of Luna Bay—my truth. Today would be the day of our discussion, and to make matters more interesting, we had surprise visitors. Anticipation began to build. Nevertheless, lunchtime had offered us a short mental hiatus. Because of its small size, the school did not have a lunchroom, so students formed a circle with their desks and dined in the classroom. All the students could huddle together and converse with each other if they wished. Or they could continue their own private conversations. In the end, it made for a fun time—the lone period during school when the students are isolated. Unlike everypony here who brought their own lunch, Miss Scarlet Petals always went out to eat. On the off chance our village leader returned, Miss Scarlet Petals had taken the dog cage and the prisoner it held within home. As cute as dogs could be, I found that as a win because Hazel’s intense puppy eyeing while I ate did not sit well with me. And during some of our earlier classes, she had already been doing that, begging to be set free. In our uniformed circle, everypony in class started unpacking their lunch boxes, bags, ziplock bags, silicone bags, etc. Naturally, the aromas of our food intermixed, engulfing the room with a tantalizing smell, except for the hint of that one student who always ate some ghastly blend. As is customary during lunch, my desk was situated beside Ice Whistle. I turned my head to the right and asked him the most cliche question for this instance. “What will you be eating today?” “A sandwich comprising slices of tomatoes, lettuce, cheese, cucumbers, and my special twist, avocado. For the drink, plain o’ water. Nothing special.” It really is a plain-jane sandwich. It’s not my style, but it’s a safe choice. Now, it was my turn. “My choice for lunch today is overnight apple and cinnamon oatmeal. I wish it could be hot, but there’s no microwave available here. Water… Oh, and an apple tart for a snack,” I said, taking the plastic container out and opening it with a popping sound. Ice Whistle lifted his sandwich with telekinesis and examined it, pondering where to take the first bite. “If Royal Advisor Spike was here, you could’ve asked him to heat it.” “Guess so, but his flame breath control might not be that great, right?” I asked, then dug my muzzle into the oatmeal, consuming it all in a few sloshy chomps. After a meticulous pulling away of the crust, Ice Whistle indulged in his first bite, exposing the sandwich’s colorful, slim cross-section. “He’s had years to train and improve his control. I’m sure he’s a professional by now.” “Like you and your whistling?” I specified, glugging down a refreshing amount of water. “That’s a low blow, Thorn.”  Despite Spike having years of more experience compared to me and Ice Whistle, I seized the opportunity for the burn. Just as we ate, a fleeting shadow shot across the room, causing us to pause. That can only mean one thing: somepony was throwing food. The culprit was the only pegasus in our class roster, Splotch Wing. The colt’s white coat was as pure as snow, while his frizzy grey mane had a subtle bluish hue. “Food fight!” Fwoo! Splat! “Splotch Wing! Why would we have a food fight?!” Mint Spring argued. Pale yellow hair adorned her head, a filly with a mint green coat. She had no horn and no wings. Among the class characters, she’s somewhat more mature. Typically, you would see her talking with Starry Vision. They were a close pairing, like me and Ice Whistle. Best friends. Splotch Wing spread his tiny white wings and flew up from his desk, his forelegs confidently resting on his hips and his chest puffed out in a boastful manner. “Because, Mint Spring, somepony stole one of my drawings. If I don’t get it back, I’ll start a food fight to get the entire class in trouble.” Mint Spring furrowed her brow and scoffed. “That plan is irrational. Now that we’re all aware, how do you suppose it’ll work now?” “Er… well, I’m not actually trying to get everypony here in trouble Mint Spring! I’m using a false show of confidence to reveal the culprit.” “Even if that’s true, I’d like to believe the culprit isn’t stupid enough to fall for that. You know, since nopony in class would accompany that plan.” That said, Splotch Wing slowly descended into his assigned seat. “Oh… because nopony wants to get into trouble in the first place. So, getting you all to start a food fight isn’t much of a threat… The idea falls flat on its face.” “Bingo. Now you’re picking up what I’m putting down.” Splotch Wing crossed his forelegs. “Darn…!” As noisy slurps lessened from a straw, Mint Spring soon finished her juice box. “No worries though, I believe that ‘stolen paper’ fell off your desk and got misplaced.” “For real?!” Splotch Wing shot back up, thrilled. “For real. I noticed a paper slipping out of your desk and landing on the floor near the door as we moved our tables earlier,” Mint Spring said, pointing her hoof toward the entrance door. “Oh.” Splotch Wing’s cheeks flamed up in embarrassment. Everypony looked at the floor near the door and saw a sheet of paper lying on the ground. Mint Spring told the truth. Splotch Wing flapped his wings, carrying him over to the sheet of paper he tried to start a food fight over. At first, the words ‘food fight’ were words I had no appetite for hearing. What else is needed to fill up the rest of today? Telling Ice Whistle about my secret, special visitors, and now a food fight? Today turned out to be less mundane than I expected. Though if we had a food fight, I’d totally join in. Arriving from his brief flight, as if in slow motion, Splotch Wing tried retrieving his desired item with his mouth. Then, the door abruptly flung open. Bad news for you, my one and only pegasus friend, but class is back in session. “I have re-entered the realm of education! I’m not generally with you munchkins for lunch, but I couldn’t resist trying the carrot dogs from the stand nearby.” Splotch Wing resembled a frightened puppy trapped by a Timberwolf. His tail was tucked between his back legs while his white ears were laid back. Miss Scarlet Petals appeared like a dark entity with gleaming red eyes towering over our classmate. As Splotch Wing reached for the paper, he noticed the piercing gaze of the creature’s red eyes glaring at it. “What’s this, Splotch Wing?”  “N-n-nothing… Just my homework from the other day, hehe.” Splotch Wing struggled to smirk. “I didn’t assign any homework yesterday.” O_O “Y-y-you… sure?” “You didn’t, Miss Scarlet Petaaals,” Mint Spring shouted.  “Poor Splotch Wing…” Starry Vision muttered. Splotch Wing produced an audible swallow and fled. He made his way to a rear corner of the classroom. He should have dashed outside if he had planned to do that. Now, he was a trapped and helpless colt. Nopony was going to come to the rescue. Only a bystander—Mint Spring with a bowl of popcorn. Miss Scarlet Petals flipped the paper over and saw familiar artistry. Something she has been longing to find since our first year here. “Ah, so you were the pony that painted that horrid piece of art. You know, the one depicting me and Hazel as a band of thieves. ‘The Scarlet Hazelnut Burglars’. Honestly, shame on me; I should have known. Isn’t that right, Splotchu Winguh?”   “W-wait! Can we negotiate and settle on a deal, teach?” “Ohh, no-no-no-no-no. You should’ve known about the deal a real long time ago.”  Splotch Wing gulped again. He knew exactly what was coming. We all did. A statement our teacher often made. “No… Not again!” Splotch Wing cried but to no avail. “That tum is mine.”  I offered my prayers and continued eating my apple tart, conversing with Ice Whistle. For the next half hour, uncontrollable laughter from Splotch Wing filled the background.  Click! And another memorable, golden photo. You beautiful photographer, you. My name is Splotch Wing. Today, it was revealed to my teacher that I was the pony that made a painting of her and her dog in bandit attire. I was also caught throwing food. Soon after, I received my punishment. Thirty minutes of being tickled. I learned my lesson, and I won’t do it again. “Miss Scarlet Petals, how many more times do I have to write this on the chalkboard?” The taste of the chalk in my mouth was punishment enough. The teacher bit into a coleslaw, crunched potato chip-covered carrot dog. “Hmm... I’ll cut you some slack, write it five—” “Six!” Mint Spring added, obnoxiously insisting on an increase like the evil witch she was. “Six more times,” Miss Scarlet Petals concurred while winking at Mint Spring, “Then erase it all.” O_o “Erase it?! Can’t we leave it up there for at least a day?!” Come on, you two can’t be— “No.” Evil Witches. “...I didn’t tell you to write that.” Oops. “Stop that.” I can’t! “Splotch Wing!” AHHHHHHHH! “Corner, again!”