> The Strongest Kind of Magic
>  by Shadowswipe
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> Chapter 1: Falling Flakes
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                The sun is shining bright today, the sun’s rays warming your coat. It is a crisp winter day; the snow reflecting the sun back at you, the ice twinkling like stars, it is all so beautiful. Your breath forming small clouds as you walk along the path through the park.

                A stiff breeze rolls through, causing you to shiver. You look around the park. It was quite serene, the few birds that stayed during the winter were out and singing, there is a heavy blanket of snow on the ground and the naked trees held snow and ice in their branches. It looked like a painting; it was really a sight to see.
 
               Some little colts and fillies were playing up ahead, most likely enjoying the time off school. You remember when you and your friends would play in the snow like that. You snicker at your memories. You proceed down the cleared path, the birds singing their songs and the wind chiming the ice; it was almost as if the birds were singing along with the ice to make their songs even more tranquil.
 
        You loved this time of year, everypony seemed happier. Maybe the snow had some sort of happiness spell on it or something; everypony just seems more pleasant during the winter. You also like what it did to the landscapes around Ponyville; it made the rolling hills look soft and fluffy, it made the park so much more peaceful, especially at night when the street lamps are lit, the snow reflects the light in a magical way. You’re lost in your thoughts, thoughts of your old friends in Canterlot, your family in Fillydelphia, and your new friends here in Ponyville.
        
        You’ve traveled a lot in your life, even though you’ve just entered adulthood. When you were just newborn your family had been living in Fillydelphia, that’s where you grew up and went to school, but everything wasn’t sunshine and rainbows. Your father fell in with the wrong crowd, the murdering and stealing crowd. He always justified it as “Helping the family out.” But your mother hated it. He began drinking soon after. About three years after you graduated from school your father died. This hit your mother pretty hard, she fell into a deep depression, and it was up to you and your brother to look after her.

Your older brother was always a role model to you; you’ve always wanted to be like him. Funny, popular, kind, respectful and he always knew what to do. When your father passed away you turned to him for support. He did his best to keep you and your mother safe. You miss him; it’s been three years since you left home.

You left home without a trace, you could see the strain it was putting on your brother; having to look after you and your mother, it was a lot of responsibility. One day when your brother was out in the city you packed your saddlebags, took some bits, left a note and slipped out the back door without your mother noticing. It was hard being out on your own at such a young age, but you managed. 

You took your bits and bought a ticket to Canterlot. Why? Because your father always told you stories about it. Huge golden towers that rose from the palace, massive gardens that surrounded the palace, streets paved in gold and money as far as the eye could see. Of course you were just a small school colt who believed everything you heard, so when you arrived at Canterlot it was a major disappointment.

Needless to say, Canterlot isn’t most friendly of places for a young colt with little money. When you stepped off the train you had little more than twenty bits, and in Canterlot, that’s nothing. You spent the next three months begging in the streets. You stayed in the poorer side of Canterlot, sure you weren’t making the big money, but at least you made some money, enough for a train ticket to Ponyville.

In the brief time you spent in Canterlot you met some other children. Chance, Flounce and Moonstone, they were your new family. They too came to Canterlot to see the rumors, but were also let down by what was there. You met them through begging, sure they weren’t the friendliest of ponies, but they helped you get the money for the train out of there. They lived in an alleyway behind the bank; for being a hut made out of cardboard and garbage bags, it was rather comfortable, it kept you dry in the rain and warm at night. Plus that mare Flounce seemed to like you.

Once you left Canterlot you found Ponyville more inviting. Sure for the first two or three months you were living on couches, but you played with the cards that were dealt. You stayed with these two mares the most. Lyra and Bon Bon, they were the nicest mares you’ve ever met. They didn’t even ask where you came from; they just looked at you and let you into their home with open arms.

After a month of mooching off them you moved out. You found yourself doing odd jobs around Ponyville, helping ponies move, helping out at the apple orchard, helping keep the park clean; you know, random stuff. It didn’t pay much but you did it so often you gathered a hefty amount of bits, and you also earned your cutie mark. That’s right; you were a blank flank for the better part of your life. This was a strange cutie mark; it was a heart with smaller hearts around it. At first you didn’t understand what it meant, but when the mare that lives at the library told you it was a cutie mark for compassion, you understood completely.

With all the help you’ve done around Ponyville, almost everypony knows who you are. You have a good job with the mail ponies. Sure you weren’t a pegasus, but they used you to haul around the big loads on the ground. It was hard at times, but it paid well.

The next two years flew by in a blur. In that time you did a ton of work for the mail ponies. During the apple harvest Applejack called you back to the farm, with you and Big Mac helping with the apple bucking it only took about two days to harvest all the apples. The three of you were efficient. You still took the odd job here and there; you wanted to help out as much as possible. It was nice to see these ponies happy.

With all the bits you had now, you bought a sizable place in the heart of the town. You were a stones throw from town hall. It was a nice place; three bedrooms, two bathrooms, large kitchen, living room, and a basement.

Looking back at your life, its been nice to you. Sure the first year after leaving home was rough, but it turned right around. You can’t say the same for your friends in Canterlot, seeing as you haven’t seen them in just under two years.
 

You’re brought back to the real world when you walk into something. Admittedly it was your fault; you were lost in your thoughts and not paying attention to the path ahead. You look down to see what you hit. It was a pony, a mare to be exact. It was the mare from the library; you’ve only talked to her a few times. You ran into her pretty hard, it’s surprising that you’re still standing.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I was miles away. Are you hurt?” You ask.

“Oh, I’m fine. It was my fault though; I was reading and not paying attention.” The mare says. She looks up at you, her purple eyes meeting yours.

“Here, let me help you.” You offer. You hold out your hoof.

“Oh, thank you.” She says. She grabs your hoof and you pull her up. You reach down and pick up her book. You brush the snow off and look at the title. “Starswirl the Bearded: An In-depth Look at the Stars”

“Starswirl eh?” You say aloud.

“Yeah, do you know of him?” The mare asks.

“Yeah, I’ve read a few of his notes on how your zodiac sign can correlate with your cutie mark. It’s very interesting.” You say, handing over the book. The mare’s horn begins to glow and the book floats into her bag.

“Yeah, his theories on the stars are amazing. You should also see his notes on alchemy, if you’re into that sort of stuff.” The mare says.

“I should, do you have any in the library?” You ask

“One or two, the royal library in Canterlot has all his notes.” She says.

“May I see the ones you have?” You ask. The mare nods.

“Follow me.” She says.

You follow the purple mare to the library, during this time you think back, trying to remember your interaction with this mare. You helped her move some new bookshelves in and move some books around. She’s also the one who explained your cutie mark to you.

The way to the library was beautiful. The snow was undisturbed, except for some hoof prints leading away from the massive tree house. The tree was strange, it was hollowed out and made into a library, and on top of the library was a house. Even now the leaves were full, it was nice to see. It stood out too, bright green in a sea of white. You think it’s magic keeping the branches full of life.

“What’s keeping the leaves on the branches?” You ask looking up at the tree.

“Magic, it also keeps it warm on the inside.” The mare says. Called it! You say in your head.

As the two of you approach the tree you can feel the heat coming from it. It’s not unpleasant warmth; it’s a very welcoming warmth. The mare’s horn glows again and the door swings open. You follow her inside.

You look around the tree; it was bigger on the inside than it looked. Once again you play it off as magic. The mare was nowhere to be seen, she just sorta, disappeared.

You trot across the room and start reading the spines of the books. Some were guides, some were story books, some were old and some were new. It was all alphabetically organized too.

“You’re looking in the wrong section,” You hear a voice say. You jump slightly at the sudden voice. You look around and you don’t see the mare. You hear a chuckle. “Up here silly.” She says. You look up and notice a staircase leading up to another level of the tree, most likely the house level.

“Okay, where are they then?” You ask. The mare chuckles again.

“They’re up here. I keep them in my personal collection.” She says.

You walk over to the end of the bookshelves and head up the stairs. The second level was completely different. There was a kitchen, a table with six chairs, a loft with what looked like a bed, and a small podium looking out a window, it had a quill and inkwell sitting on it.

You spot the mare looking at her bookshelf.

“I don’t think I’ve ever caught your name.” You say, trying to break the silence.

“I’m Twilight Sparkle. Twilight for short.” The mare says.

“Okay, you do remember me right?” You ask.

“Of course I do, you’re the colt who came to me about two years ago. You were scared and confused of your cutie mark.” Twilight says with a chuckle.

“Oh, yeah,” You say. You can feel your cheeks becoming warm; you rub the back of your neck with a hoof. “You remember that?” You ask.

“Yeah I do, it was kind of cute.” Twilight says with another chuckle. It feels as if your cheeks are about to burst into flames.

“Did you find the book yet?” You ask, trying to change the subject.

“Yep, here.” Twilight’s horn glows and a book floats out of the shelf, landing on the table in front of you. You look down at it, it was very old, the text on the cover was almost completely faded.

“Thanks, but I should be going soon.” You say.

“You don’t have to go, it’s rather cold outside. You should stay for a little longer.” Twilight almost begs.

“Alright, I’ll stay, but not for long.” You say nervously. Twilight’s face lights up, she seems very happy.

“Alright, stay here. I have some things to get.” She says excitedly.

You watch the mare almost bounce down the stairs. You pull out a chair and sit at the table. Your scarf brushes your arm. You realize you hadn’t taken off your scarf; you pull on the dangling length of scarf and it comes off your neck. You place it on the table beside you.

You crack open the book Twilight got for you, it was one of the notes Starswirl the Bearded wrote on complex alchemy. It was very interesting; it dealt with how plants can be used in the process of turning lead into gold. It was very interesting indeed.

You hear hoofsteps coming up the stairs, you look back and see Twilight approaching with a stack of books on her back. She uses her magic to put them onto the table.

“What’s all this?” You ask.

“They’re for me; they’re books on what to do when having company over.” Twilight says. She walks over to the kitchen and puts a kettle on the stove and lights it. You look back at your book.

“This is very complex.” You say.

“Yeah, he’s been known to have very complex alchemy theories. That’s why I like his star charts better, they’re still complex, but I understand them better.” Twilight explains. Before long the kettle is whistling. You look up to see steam billowing out of the spout. Twilight’s horn glows and the kettle levitates off the stove and begins to pour water into two mugs.

She trots over and stirs the two mugs. She uses her magic to bring the mugs over to the table. You look inside and there’s a brown liquid with what looks like marshmallows in it.

“Oh, thank you.” You say. The aroma of chocolate fills the air.

“You’re welcome. So how have you been?” Twilight asks. You close the book and pull your mug closer.

“Well, I have my own place now.” You say.

“That’s good, still doing the odd jobs?” She asks.

“Yeah, every now and then, but I have a permanent job with the mail ponies.” You explain.

“Really? I thought they only took pegasi?” Twilight says slightly confused.

“Yeah me too, but they needed some land runners, so I took it.” You say. You pick up the mug and take a sip; it was hot and burned the tip of your tongue. You cough in response. Twilight snickers.

“So where are you from?” Twilight asks.

“Fillydelphia.” You reply.

“Wow, you’re a long way from home.” She says.

“Yeah, I haven’t been back in three years.” You say, a darker tone taking your voice.

“Why’d you leave?” She asks, prodding you for information.

“Family reasons.” You say coldly.

“Okay, I won’t push.” She says.

An awkward silence follows, the only sound coming for the birds outside and Twilight sipping her hot chocolate. You look down at your mug; it seems to have cooled off. You take a sip. The rich taste of chocolate fills your mouth; it is sweet and bitter at the same time. It is smooth like silk. You feel the warmth of the chocolate through your body as you swallow, the warmth was a welcome change, considering the weather outside; you take another sip and it’s the same sensation.

“Like it?” Twilight asks, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, this is the best hot chocolate I’ve had.” You say, enthusiasm lacing your words.

“It’s one of Spike’s recipes.” Twilight says.

“That’s right, where is your little dragon?” You ask looking around.

“He’s off in Canterlot, Princess Celestia wanted him for something.” She says.

“Ah, it must be boring without him.” You say. You notice Twilight’s shoulders drop slightly. She sighs and looks down.

“Yes and no, I have my books to read when he’s away, but at the same time I have nopony to talk to.” She says, a sad tone besetting her voice.

“What about your other friends?” You ask.

“They’re always too busy, I think they might be avoiding me.” She says, still staring at her mug.

“I’m sure they aren’t avoiding you. I know for a fact Applejack is busy on the farm, I help her out there every once in awhile, and she’s always working, from sunrise to sunset.” You say, trying to reassure her.

“You’re right; I’m looking at this wrong.” She says.

“There ya go. Now, I must be going. It’s getting rather late.” You say, you take the final sip of your hot chocolate and stand up. You pick up your scarf and wrap it around your neck.

“Alright, have a good one.” Twilight says.

“Thanks for letting me look at the book, it was interesting.” You say.

“It’s no problem; you’re welcome back at any time to look at it.” Twilight offers.

“Alright, I might take you up on that offer.” You say. You turn and head down the stairs. You trot towards the door and pull it open.

“When will I see you again?” You hear a nervous voice ask. You’re a little shocked at the question.

“Pardon?” You ask as you turn and face the mare. Her face was beet red.

“Oh, never mind. It was a stupid question.” She stammers.

“Okay, well goodnight Miss Sparkle.” You say before leaving the library.

You had spent longer than you thought in the library. The sun was setting now. The snow an orange hue, it was reflecting the color of the snow. It was even more entrancing now than before. The snow was always interesting to you, but even more so when the sun was setting.

On your way home you cut through the park. The icicles looked like little lanterns the way they glowed with the setting sun. A light breeze was blowing past you, causing the trees to rattle. The icicles sounded like wind chimes. It was very serene.

As you trotted through the snow you fell into your thoughts again. You were thinking about Twilight. Why would she ask to see me again, why was she being so nice to me? Thoughts plagued your mind; over and over again you asked yourself the same questions.

Eventually you made it home. Your house was dark and cold. You push the door open and walk through. You look around the dark house. You feel around the wall to your right for a small switch, you find it and flip it. A slight humming sound could be heard as the lights in the house came on. You were lucky to get one of the houses with electricity running to it.

As you walk through your house you can hear metallic ticks as the baseboard heaters came on. Slowly but surely your house began heating up. You pace around your living room, questions still floating around your head, you decide to sleep off the questions.

You trot up the stairs to your room. It was spacious; it had a double bed, dresser, desk and two end tables in it. Which was all you really needed. You walk over and lie down on the bed.

It was hard falling asleep, the questions kept you awake, but after a few hours of tossing and turning you finally fell asleep.

> Chapter 2: A Night in a Tree
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                Your eyes slowly open, everything is a blur; the morning grogginess weighing heavy on you. You struggle to get out of bed. Your room is still dark, but you could see light shining through the spaces in your curtains. You shuffle over and pull the curtains open, only to be instantly blinded.

                You slam your eyes shut and turn your head away, slowly reopening them; letting them adjust to the light. You look back out the window. It appears to have snowed overnight; there is a new layer of snow on the ground and trees, a thick layer at that. You sigh and turn to leave your room. You can hear the baseboard heaters ticking, trying to keep the house warm.

                You trot through your house, making sure everything was where you left them. This was a bad habit of yours. Even though you lock your doors and windows, you still check to make sure you have everything. You can blame that habit on your childhood, all the begging and stealing your friends did, it’s only natural to check.
 
               After you do your checks, you head to the kitchen and glance out the kitchen window. You spot some birds sitting on the sill, you smile at them and head over to the counter. You open one of the overhead cupboards and pull out a cup. You then pick up your kettle and place it on the stove; you light the stove and wait. Whilst waiting you head to the front door to check for mail. You open the door and look down, there’s a small stack of envelopes sitting on your doorstep. They are sitting in a little hole that was dug in the snow. You lean down and pick up the stack of envelopes; bringing them inside and placing them on the table for sorting.

                You look over at your kettle, it wasn’t whistling yet so you didn’t have to worry. You proceed to the letters, one pile was important and the other pile was for the not so important letters. Thus the sorting began.

                A few minutes later the kettle was finally whistling. You trot over and lift it off, stopping its cries. You pour the steaming water into the cup and place a tea bag inside. You bring the cup over to the table and look at the letters. Three in the important pile and four in the not so important pile.

First letter was from the mail ponies; it was a notice of vacation. Hearths Warming was coming up and the mail ponies always gave time off for it. They let their runners off a few weeks earlier than their flyers. You looked at the second letter in the pile; it was a bill for the electricity, nothing too expensive. The third was a letter from Canterlot.
 
               The letter had an address from downtown Canterlot, an address but no name. You cautiously opened it, inside was a note.
 
               “Hello! How’ve you been? It’s Chance, you know, from Canterlot. Rumor has it you’re doing very well down in Ponyville. That’s good. The three of us here in Canterlot are doing good as well. You should come visit sometime. Hearths Warming is coming up, we should get together around that time. Have a good one. Chance.”

                Admittedly his grammar hadn’t improved, but it was nice hear from him. You put the letter aside and work on the not so important pile. It was all mostly magazine subscriptions, none of which you wanted. You look at your tea, it’s darkened and cooled so you take a sip from the cup. It was bitter, but that’s how you liked your tea; black like the pits of Tartarus.

 
                You clean up the letters and put your cup in the sink, you look back out the window. There is a light snow falling, better to stay inside at this point.

                You trot into your living room and sit on the couch. The coldness of outside was seeping inside through the window. Your living room was very simple, a three pony couch and two comfy chairs. Your couch was in front of a large bay window that looked out into the Ponyville square. For being so close to the center of town, your house was very sound proof.

                You again feel the chill of the outdoors on the back of your neck. You pull your legs up and roll yourself into a ball, it was comfortable and warm; that’s all that really mattered.

                You needed something to do and fast, you could feel your mental state falling apart. You look around your living room, looking for anything to keep your mind busy. You spot a lonely book sitting on the coffee table in front of you. You lean forward and pick it up.

                The book was one of Starswirl the Bearded’s notes on the zodiac. You’ve read it multiple times, but it wouldn’t kill you to read it again. You crack open the pages and begin reading.

                After about an hour of reading your eyes needed a break. You close the book and place it back on the table, you peek out the window and notice it’s not snowing anymore. You look outside for a while; you watch the ponies force their way through the snow, leaving deep paths in their wake. You watch the little school colts and fillies jump and play in the fresh snow.

                It was about midday now and the sun began to shine through the clouds. It made the outside brighter than normal. It could have been all the fresh snow was reflecting the light back at you, or it could have been your eyes. All day reading could’ve put strain on them.

                You shrug and head to your front door. You grab your scarf and wrap it around your neck. There’s a pair of aviator sunglasses sitting beside your scarf, you pick them up and put them on. You open your door and head on out.

                You walk through the new snow; it crunched under your hooves. Thick clouds formed in front of you as you walked. It was indeed colder than it looked and your glasses quickly fog up. You take off your glasses and hang them on your scarf. You’re left to squint your way through the snow.

                The cool wind blows some of the fresh powder around, you stop and hold up one hoof to block your face, when the wind stops you pull up your scarf. This helped keep the snow out of your face and it helped keep you warm.

                You didn’t know what you were going to do outside. You just left the house for a change of scenery. You retreat into your thoughts, as you often do. Thinking of things to do, and that’s when it hits you.

“Twilight.” You say aloud.

You remember yesterday she had asked when she was going to see you again, and she had offered you more of her Starswirl collection. That’s it! You begin to walk in the direction of library.

                A few moments of fighting through snow drifts and sliding on patches of hidden ice later you made it to the library. A familiar and welcoming heat could be felt. This heat was nice on your coat, you weren’t even inside and you were enjoying it. It melted the snow stuck to your coat and tail, your mane was feeling damp from the melting snow. It warmed all the way to your core.

                You approached the door and lifted your hoof. Before you could knock, a rogue thought popped into your head. What if she’s not home? What if she’s had a change of heart? You pull your hoof back. You begin to sweat, but this is a cold sweat, and it was made worse by the cold weather.

                You take a deep breath, the cold air stinging as it entered your nose. You swallow the spit that built up in your mouth and knocked on the door. A few seconds later the door opens and you’re greeted by a familiar purple mare. You give a sheepish smile.

                “Hey.” You say.

                “Oh hey, didn’t think you’d be out in this weather. Come on in.” Twilight says with a smile. She steps aside and lets you enter. You walk in and nod to her.

                “You said I could have a look at your Starswirl collection, well I’m here to take you up on that offer.” You say.


                “I did say that, follow me.” Twilight said, a very excited tone beset her voice.

                Twilight trotted through the library and up to the living quarters with you in tow. Your eyes wandered around the room, looking at all the books. When the two of you got to the second floor a smell hit you. It was a strong spicy smell; it burned your nose instantly.

                “Are you cooking?” You ask.

                “Yes I am, there’s a recipe for spicy dandelion soup that Rainbow Dash gave me. It sounded interesting so I’m trying it out.” Twilight explains. You look over and there’s a rather large pot on the stove, much larger than for one pony.

                “Why are you making so much?” You ask.

                “W-well, I was going to f-freeze the leftovers.” She stammered, almost as if she were trying to hide something. You shrug and continue to follow her.
        
        You trot over and sit at the table. Twilight walks over to a bookshelf and begins scanning the spines. Her horn begins to glow and books start levitating over to you. The stack was five high when she finished. Most of the books were on the stars, but one or two dealt with alchemy.
        
        “There you go.” Twilight says with delight.
        
        “Thanks.” You nod at her and begin to read.
        
        This book was about the complex relationships between the stars and cutie marks. It focused on how the position of the constellations and the month you born in correlated with what your cutie mark represented. This wasn’t always the case, but it was pretty accurate.
        
        There is an awkward silence as you read. You look up from the book and see Twilight stirring the pot. You look out the window and it appears to be snowing again, so you close the book and move onto the next. This one was all star charts. It showed the position of the stars during the different seasons and what stars could be seen better during different lunar phases.
        
        “It looks like it’s snowing rather hard outside. Looks like a blizzard.” Twilight breaks the silence. You look out the window and all you see is white.
        
        “Damn, it’s going to be hell getting home now.” You say. Twilight giggles.

                “You know you can stay here until the storm passes.” She offers.
 
               “Thanks, now you have a reason for that much soup.” You say with a smile.

                “Heh, I guess you’re right.” She says.

                “I’m enjoying these books, I was never really into Starswirl’s theories on the stars, but these seem to make sense.” You say while closing the book.
        
        “I’m the same way with his alchemy theories. I really don’t like them, but the books I have give me a decent knowledge on the subject.” Twilight says, she walks over and sits at the table.
        
        “It doesn't look like the storm is going to let up anytime soon, I may be here awhile.” You say looking out the window.
        
        “It’s okay, I have a spare bed in case you have to spend the night, plus I don’t mind the company.” Twilight says.
        
        “Nor do I.” You say, you can feel your cheeks light up. Twilight giggles again and stands up. She walks over to the stove and lifts the lid off of it; steam billows out.

“It’s almost done.” She says.
                
“Okay.” You respond.
        
        You look around the tree house. It still blew your mind how big it was inside compared to outside. You still write it off as magic, which it probably was. The air in the tree was warm and dry, but the wood still looked damp. The more your eyes wandered around the more you stopped paying attention. You zone out and retreat to your thoughts.
                
Your thoughts bring you back to Canterlot; back to that cardboard hut behind the bank. You think about how Chance, Moonstone and Flounce brought you in and helped you live. Sure, they taught you how to steal and all that jazz, but they kept you afloat. That little cardboard thing was your home, and it worked. Flounce: a yellow mare with a red mane. She was beautiful, and she seemed to have a thing for you, in fact she threw out the same signals as Twilight. She always wanted to be with you, she blushed every time you spoke to her and she was really nice to you since day one.
        
        “You okay?” A voice breaks your train of thought and pulls you back to reality. You look up to see Twilight looking at you with a confused look on her face.
        
        “What? Oh, yeah. I was just thinking.” You say.
        
        “About?” She asks.
        
        “My old friends back in Canterlot.” You say.
        
        “Canterlot?” She says confused.
        
        “Yeah, I was there for a while, some ponies took me in and helped me survive in the big city.” You explain.
        
        “Wait, you didn’t have family there?” She asks.
        
        “No.” You say.
        
        “Then why were you there?” She asks.
        
        “Long story, I don’t feel like telling it all right now.” You reply.
        
        “Oh, okay.” She says with a sigh.
        
        You look outside and time had passed significantly, there was now an orange hue coming in through the window.
        
        “Is it really that late?” You ask.
        
        “Yeah, you were out of it for a while,” She says. She looks out the window and a small almost invisible smile forms on her face. “Looks like it’s still coming down.”
        
        “Yeah it does, guess I’ll be staying here.” You say.
        
        “Yay!” Twilight yells. She quickly bring her hooves to her mouth and looks at you. “I’m sorry.”
        
        “It’s fine, I can understand you’re excited about having company.” You say with a chuckle.
        
        “Yeah, I don’t get much company.” Twilight says.
        
        You look over at the stove and steam is pouring out of the pot.
        
        “Uh, Twilight, I think the soup is done.” You say pointing a hoof at the stove.
        
        “I guess you’re right.” Twilight stands and walks over to the stove. She lifts the pot off the stove and places it on the counter. She uses her magic to pour it into two bowls. She levitates the two over to the table and sits down.

You pick up the spoon sticking out of you bowl and bring it to your mouth. The scent of spices burning your nose. You put the spoon in your mouth and you’re instantly hit with a wall of heat; both from the spice and from the temperature. You cough as you swallow. You look up at Twilight, your eyes watering. She giggles and takes a spoonful from hers and does the same.

“Your friend sure does like it spicy.” You say.

“Yeah, I think she does.” Twilight says with a giggle.

“Once you get passed the spice it’s actually good, but it’s that first punch that gets ya.” You say looking at your bowl.

“Yeah, but it’s that first punch that ruins it.” Twilight says in a disappointed tone.

Twilight stands and levitates the bowls into the sink. She walks back to the table and sighs.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“I was hoping that soup would be good, but instead I ruined it.” She sighed.

“You didn’t ruin it, if anything your friend ruined it.” You say.

“Thanks, but you don’t need to make me feel better.” She says.

You look out and see the moon shining bright; making the falling snow look like falling sparks. You stand and walk over to the window. You look out over the fields of white, now illuminated by the moon. You can see the thick snow piling up.

“We should probably get some sleep.” Twilight says.

“Yeah.” You reply. You take one last look outside before following Twilight up to her bedroom, which was just a loft that looked over the living room.

You look and you can see two beds, one had a blanket with a star and moon pattern, the other had a blanket that was flat blue.

“Yours is that one.” Twilight says pointing to the bed with the blue blanket.

“Alright.” You say. You walk over and lie on the bed. You reach over and pull the blanket over yourself. You close your eyes and start to drift off.

“Goodnight.” You hear Twilight say.

“Goodnight.” You reply.
 

You open your eyes and you’re in Canterlot. The wind is blowing strongly and the cardboard walls around you rattled and flapped. You sit up and see the other three ponies in deep sleep. You stand and leave the shelter. The wind was cold, and this was a deathly cold, this was the type of cold that went straight to your bones. You shivered and continued walking. You walked through the back alleys and down the side streets. No real goal in mind, you just walked. You walked to the highest point in the poor part of the city. It was an outcropping that looked over the valley towards Ponyville, the lights of the small village twinkled like stars.

Suddenly you hear hoof steps behind you. You look back and see Flounce.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask her.

“I could ask you the same thing.” She said.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You say. You look back over the valley.

“Why not?” She asks.

“I was thinking… Of home, of my brother, my mother and my friends.” You say, you hang your head low. Your eyes start to water as you think of them. Flounce comes over and puts her arm around you.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure they’re fine. All of us at one point thought about home. You’ll learn to live without them.” She said.

“But I don’t want to live without them.” You sniff.

“Then why did you leave?” She asked.

“Because I wanted to make it easier on my brother. I didn’t want to strain him anymore.” You say, your voice cracking under your tears.

“I can understand, I left for the same reason. But we can’t keep dwelling on the past.” She says.

“But..” You’re cut off when Flounce puts her hoof on your lips.

“No buts. If we can’t move on, life will only pull you down.” She says. You sniff and wipe your eyes.

“Thanks. I needed that.” You say. Flounce wraps you in a hug.

“No problem kid, now come on, we need to sleep.” She says. The two of you walk back to the cardboard shack.

> Chapter 3: Unexpected Train Ride
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

                Your eyes shoot open as you take deep breaths; there’s a cold sweat running down your neck. You look around the room, it was still dark and Twilight snored lightly. The ticking of a wall clock could be heard echoing throughout the tree house.

                You slowly slip out of your bed, trying not to make any noise as you slowly walk over to the window. Outside the moon was shining bright, casting a white glow upon everything outside; the snow, the leaves, and the buildings all shimmered in the moon’s glow. The snow had stopped falling and there was an obvious new layer on the ground; it was a very thick layer too.
 
               You hear shuffling behind you, you look back and see Twilight facing you; she was still asleep and was still snoring. It was quite adorable to be honest. You look back out the window and recede into your thoughts; your inner voices arguing.
        
        “I should head back to Canterlot today.” You say in your head.
        
        “Go to Canterlot and leave a mare who obviously likes you alone!” Your conscious barks back.
        
        “I would tell her of course.” You say.
        
        “How do you think she would feel? She let you read her books, eat her food and sleep in her house, and you suddenly take off for Canterlot.” Your mind argues back.
        
        “I could ask her to come with me.” You say pathetically.
        
        “And make her leave her work and friends here?” Your mind says.
        
        “I could stay; maybe help her if I can.” You suggest.
        
        “And miss out on visiting your old friends?” You mind argues.
        
        “Well what can I do?!” You scream in your head.
        
        “Wait and time will show you.” The voice in your head fades out as you return focus to the real world.
        
        You let out a long sigh and return to the bed. You slip under the covers and sit up. You look at Twilight who was still sleeping in the bed opposite yours. She twitched and murmured to her dreams. You give a little smile before laying your head down on the pillow.
        
        You stare restlessly at the ceiling; the ticking of the clock almost becoming louder. As the ticking continues your vision slowly fades to black.
 
        
        Your vision slowly comes back, everything is brighter now. You sit up and rub your eyes; the sun had risen and is now flooding the room with a bright light. You yawn and look over at Twilight’s bed; it was empty and very nicely made. You stand from your bed and make it; it wasn’t as nice as Twilight’s, but at least it was made.
        
        You trot over to the edge of the overhang and look down at the rest of the house. Twilight was sitting at the table with a book levitating in front of her. You trot down the stairs and sit at the table.
        
        “Good morning.” You say in that rough morning voice.
        
        “Good morning, how’d you sleep?” Twilight asks.
        
        “Good.” You say, trying not to think about the dream.
        
        “That’s good, there’s some hot chocolate on the counter for you.” Twilight says as she puts the book down on the table. She looks at you, then up at your mane and lets out a little chuckle.
        
        You raise your hoof and flatten your mane before standing. You trot over to the counter and pick up the mug. You take a sip from the mug and trot back to the table. You sit across from Twilight, sipping from the cup.
        
        “I’m going into Canterlot today.” You say.
        
        “Oh?” Twilight says looking at you.
        
        “Yeah, I got a letter from an old friend; I’m heading up to Canterlot during Hearths Warming to see them.” You say, you cringe, recalling your thoughts.
        
        “That’s convenient. I have to hand in a report to Princess Celestia, so I too will be heading into Canterlot.” Twilight said.
        
        “Okay, I felt really bad about telling you I was leaving.” You say with a sigh.
        
        “Why?” Twilight asks with a confused look on her face.
        
        “You’ve been far too kind to me. You’ve let me stay in your house, eat your food, and sleep in your bed. It doesn’t feel fair to just leave.” You say. You notice a small smile forming on Twilight’s face.
        
        “I’ve been nice because if you’re not nice to other ponies, it’ll get you nowhere.” Twilight said.
        
        “Wish I knew that earlier.” You say under your breath.
        
        “What’s that?” Twilight asks.
        
        “Oh nothing,” You shrug. “When should we get the tickets to Canterlot?” You ask, taking the final sip of your hot chocolate.
        
        “Right now.” Twilight said. Her horn started to glow as she levitated your cup and hers into the sink. She stood from the table and trotted down to the library; your eyes falling upon her flank. You shake your head and break your vision.
        
        You follow Twilight down the stairs. Once you reach the bottom step you spy Twilight tying a scarf around her neck. You trot over and do the same with your scarf.
        
        “You ready?” Twilight asks looking at you.
        
        “Yeah.” You reply with a nod.
        
        Twilight opens the door and cold breeze rushes in. Twilight pulls her scarf up over her face and walks out. You follow her out, closing the door as you exit.
        
        The snow is deep and cold, both you and Twilight fight to get through. You follow in Twilight’s wake; she’s leaving deep trenches where she walks. You two finally make it to the train station.
        
        “Phew, we’re here.” Twilight sighed. She shook off the snow that was stuck to her coat. You follow her in and do the same.
        
        “Yeah, now let’s get those tickets.” You say, pulling down your scarf.

         Twilight nods and trots over to an empty counter. She raises a hoof and rings the bell on the counter. You look around at the bright white interior of the station. It seemed to sparkle in the light. You look over at Twilight; she is talking to a griffin behind the counter. This griffin looked familiar, almost as if you’ve seen him in Ponyville before. You shrug it off and look over at the tracks. You can hear hoof steps approaching you from behind.
        
        “I got the tickets; the train will be here in a few minutes.” Twilight said, she levitated a ticket over to you.
        
        “Thanks, I owe you one.” You say taking the ticket.
        
        “You don’t owe me a thing.” Twilight said with a smile.
        
        “Alright then.” You chuckle. You trot over and sit on a bench that looks over the tracks, Twilight sits beside you.
        
        “Where will you be staying in Canterlot?” Twilight asked.
        
        “With my friend Chance, I don’t know where he lives though,” You say. “What about you?”
        
        “I stay in the palace; Princess Celestia keeps one of the rooms open for me or my friends.” Twilight says.
        
        “Fancy. I doubt Chance has anything like that, I see him living in a tiny little two pony apartment.” You say with a chuckle. Twilight chuckles as well.
        
        A loud screech is heard and the train slides to a halt in front of the platform. The doors open and some ponies come trotting out; tourists and parents by the looks of it. You and Twilight stand and head for the train. There’s a pony standing by the doors checking tickets. You show him your ticket and head into the train. It is roomie on the inside; the walls of the cart were pastel colored like the houses in Ponyville, the seats are a dark blue color and had little heart buttons.
        
        “Come on, I know a good place to sit.” Twilight said. She walks past you and makes her way to the back of the train. You follow her to the back.
        
        In the car before the caboose there are four seating booths. The booths have doors on them, probably for VIP travelers. Twilight heads into one and sits down; you follow her in and sit across. Twilight closes the door with her magic and looks out the window. She sighed as she looked.
        
        “What’s wrong?” You ask.
        
        “I don’t like leaving this place, I feel as if I’m leaving all my friends behind when I go alone.” Twilight says. She reaches up and pulls a curtain down over the window.
        
        “I’m here, so you aren’t leaving them all behind.” You say, your heart skips a beat when you realize what you just said.
        
        “Aww, thanks.” Twilight smiles.
        
        You smile back and lean into the seat.
        
        There is a loud whistle and a screech. The car jerks forward then begins to move. The ride is smooth and the seats are soft, you like this trip. You and Twilight sit in awkward silence as the train continues forward.
        
        “So…” Twilight says.
        
        “What’s up?” You ask.
        
        “Just trying to break the silence.” Twilight says. You chuckle a little.
        
        You notice Twilight’s brow wrinkle slightly, almost as if she’s trying to say something but can’t for some reason. You’ve learned how to read body language very well; it was a little trick the streets taught you. Twilight was showing all the signs of anxiety, almost as if there’s something on her chest she can’t get off.
        
        “What’s on your mind?” You ask.
        
        “What makes you think there’s something on my mind?” Twilight says defensively.
        
        “I know how to read pony’s body language. I can see there’s something welling up inside of you.” You explain.
        
        “Just some questions, but I’ll save them for another time.” Twilight says with a blush.

        “Well, we have a good hour before we arrive at Canterlot. I can answer some now.” You say.

        “I guess you’re right,” Twilight mumbled, she played around with her hooves. “Yesterday I asked you about Canterlot and you said it was a long story. I kinda want hear that story.”
        
“Alright, where to begin... Oh yes, lets start when I was a little colt.” You say, you lean forward. Twilight shifted in her seat for a more comfortable position.

“When I was a little colt my father started to do some not so nice things to help the family. He began stealing from others. My mother hated it, and they got into a lot fights. One day, I got home from school and my father was drinking, and he didn’t stop drinking. He drank himself into a coma shortly after I finished school. He died shortly after. Even though my mother always fought with him, she still loved him, so when he passed she went into a crippling depression.” You pause for a moment.

“It was up to me and my brother to take care of her. But I was still a little colt, so I couldn’t do too much to help them out. I was more of a hassle than a help. One day my brother left for the market, and while he was gone I gathered my saddlebag, grabbed some bits and snuck out through the back door. My mother didn’t notice, and even if she did I don’t think she would have said anything.” You take another pause.

“From there I went to the train station and bought a ticket for Canterlot. I wanted to see the city of gold my father always talked about. But when I arrived it was nothing like what he said it was. He said Canterlot had streets paved in gold and towers that kissed the sky. When I arrived it was the opposite. The streets were dirty and dark. I was a young colt with little money, so I think it’s needless to say I wasn’t going anywhere in that city. I stayed in the poorer side of Canterlot, I begged on the streets for a long time. Finally some other kids found me and offered me shelter. They too came to Canterlot hoping to see the sights with little money.” You pause once again.

“You lived on the streets in Canterlot?” Twilight asked, a shocked expression adorned her face.

“Yes, the entire time I was in Canterlot I lived on the streets.” You reply.

“That’s horrible.” Twilight said.

“Could have been much worse. Anyway. These kids who brought me in helped me get enough money for a train ride to Ponyville. I know for a fact they stole the money, but I really didn’t care, I just wanted out of that city. Once I got the ticket I said goodbye to them and headed down to Ponyville. When I arrived here life instantly turned around. Everypony was nice and kind, they all welcomed me with open arms. Hell, I’m pretty sure it was the ponies there who gave me my cutie mark.” You say.

“Have you heard from these kids?” Twilight asked.

“Yes, that’s why I’m going to Canterlot now. I’m going to see them.” You reply.

“I see. Well I’m sorry to hear about your family.” Twilight says, she reaches out and places her hoof on yours. You look up and meet her eyes; you can see tears building up.

        “Don’t cry for me, I’ve already shed enough tears.” You say softly. You see Twilight’s cheeks start to become a flushed red.

        Twilight leans forward and looks you dead in the eye. You fidget as she gets closer. Twilight closes her eyes and gets closer to you. Before you could move you feel something touch you lips. Twilight’s cheeks are a bright red now, you realize Twilight just kissed you. You look at her as she backs up.
        
        “I’m sorry,” Twilight says in a shaking voice. “I don’t know what came over me, I wa-”

        You raise your hoof up to Twilight’s lips and shush her. She looks up at you with trembling eyes.

        “It’s okay Twilight... It’s okay.” You say.

        You remove your hoof and kiss Twilight. She pulls away for a brief second before leaning in. She raises a hoof and wraps it around your neck. You smile and continue to kiss her.

        Suddenly this train ride started to pay off.
> Chapter 4: The Impending Storm
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

        The train screeched and came to a halt. You break the kiss with Twilight and look into her eyes. She’s blushing intensely.

        “Looks like we’re here.” You say with a smile.

        “Yeah.” Twilight says, her voice shaky.

        You look at Twilight with a nervous smile.Your eyes meeting Twilight’s, her eyes were trembling and her cheeks are a flushed red. You stare deeply into her eyes and she seems to just stare back. The two of you are ripped back to reality by a pony knocking on the door to your booth. Twilight opens the door with her magic.

        “We have arrived.” The pony at the door said.

        “Thank you.” Twilight said happily. She stood and left the booth, you slowly stand and follow her.

        Steam rolled off the train as you exit. The Canterlot train station was very crowded, ponies coming and going are everywhere. The station was a mess, waves upon waves of ponies pushing to get on the train, and to get off. Both you and Twilight have to fight your way through the crowd to get to the front of the station. You both sigh in unison when you exit the station. You look over at Twilight and smile.

        “Well this is it. I have to go to the palace. Where are you going?” Twilight asks, smiling back at you.

        “I’m heading to the business quarter. Chance should be waiting for me there.” You reply.

        “Okay, when you find where you’re staying send me a letter, I’ll come and visit you.” Twilight stands a little closer to you.

        “Yeah, I will.” You say. You lean over and kiss Twilight. Twilight blushes and lets out a small giggle.

        Twilight pulls back, breaking the kiss. She looks deep into your eyes and smiles brightly. She turns and begins to trot away. Once again your eyes fall upon her plot. You watch it sway as she walked; many thoughts flooded your head, most of which would most likely get you banished to the moon. You’re brought back to reality when you’re shoved aside. You look over at where the push came from; two ponies walked by with their noses towards the sky, they scoffed in your direction. You glare at them and curse under your breath.

        You take a few steps forward and look around the crowded streets, trying to get your bearings. There was just a constant wall of noise in the streets, this was completely different compared to Ponyville. You quickly find out where to go and head in that direction. While walking along you fall into your thoughts as you often do.

        Your thoughts brought you back home, back to Fillydelphia. When you left, it was the middle of the day, your brother was out in the city buying food and other essential items. You were sitting in your room most of the day, just staring out the window at the birds that flew by and the ponies who roamed the streets. You sat in front of that window for an eternity; that window had become your best friend. At half past noon you began to pack your saddle bags. Paper, crayons, a water canteen and a compass. You wrote a goodbye letter after packing your bags. You quietly trotted down the stairs to the main floor of your house. You slowly trotted into the kitchen and placed the note on the counter beside the sink. Your brother had a small strongbox on the counter, that’s where he kept all the money he made, and you knew he only locked it at night when everypony was asleep. 
        
        You slowly opened the box and took forty bits. You tucked the bag of bits into your saddlebag and left through the back door. Once you had left the house you took the alleys and backstreets to the train station. Avoiding the main roads for fear of running into your brother along the way.

        You walk the streets of Canterlot silently. As you approach the business quarter. You look up at the tall buildings, some looked as if they were made of glass, others looked magical. It was very clean and tall in the business quarter. You looked around, looking for any sign of Chance or the others. Suddenly you feel an arm wrap around your neck. You begin to breath heavily and your ears droop down.

        “I’ve been waiting for ya.” A deep voice says from behind you.

        Your eyes dart from one side of the street to the other, trying to see a reflection of who it is grabbing you. You finally see a slight reflection; you can see an ugly, tall brown stallion. You start to smile and quickly tackle the stallion to the ground.

        “Chance you ugly bastard.” You say with a chuckle. The stallion looks up at you and smiles. 
        
        “You always were a sharp one.” Chance says. You lift him to his hooves and smile at him.

        “It’s nice to see you, it’s been a while.” You say.

        “Yeah it has. Ugly bastard eh? That hurts.” Chance says with a smile and a chuckle. 

        “Don’t flatter yourself, you know you’re an ugly mother bucker.” You say, giving him a punch on the shoulder.

        “Yeah, but it still hurts.” Chance laughs.

        “Right, anyway...” You trail off.

        “Right, you’re staying at my place.” Chance said. 

        “Okay, where is that?” You ask.
        
        “It’s in hightown.” Chance says with a bright smile.

        “Hightown? What did you do to get a place in hightown?” You ask with a surprised expression on your face.

        “I’ll tell you when we get there, now follow me.” Chance began to walk through the business quarter. You followed close behind him.

        “What happened to the others, Moonstone and Flounce?” You ask as you walk.

        “They live with me.” Chance said. He walks around a large patch of ice, you follow the same path around.

        “I see the band is still together,” You chuckle. “What do you do now Chance? Still in the stealing business?”

        “No way, I gave that up years ago. I’m an accountant now.” Chance says, he points his nose upwards, trying to look more civilized than he was.

        “You always were good with managing our bits and making them last. What of the others, what do they do?” You ask.

        “Moonstone still steals. She hasn’t changed much. Flounce, well Flounce hasn’t been the same since you left.” Chance says, a more sad tone besetting his voice. His lead lowered slightly and his brow became wrinkled.

        “What do you mean?” You ask, trotting closer to him.

        “She changed. She’s not as open, she’s not as friendly with Moonstone or I.” He says.

        “Hmmm...” You begin to think.

        After a few moments of awkward silence you finally arrive at Chances house. It wasn’t a house, it was a mansion. It had four bedrooms, four bathrooms, a basement and a grand dining room that could comfortably fit twelve or more ponies. It was an impressive change from the little cardboard shack you were used to.

“Wow.” Your jaw dropped.

        “I knew you would like it, now come on, lets get out of this cold.” Chance said. He shivered slightly and trotted for the front door. You follow Chance to the door.

        Chance raises a hoof, but before he can open the door it swings open. Inside was a familiar purple mare with a black and red mane. She smiled at Chance then looked at you. She blinked a couple times before jumping towards you. You jump back slightly, but the mare wraps her arms around your neck and hugs you tightly.

        “I missed you bro.” The mare says. You return the hug and smile.

        “I missed you too Moonstone.” You sigh and release her from the hug. Moonstone kisses you on the cheek and you light up. You smile at her and head into the house.

        It is cozy in the house. Your eyes wander across the walls and ceiling. It had tall cathedral style ceilings and large wooden beams the ran the height of the walls. It was a very nice interior. From the entrance you could see four doors and the living room.

        “Follow me and I’ll show you your room.” Chance said. He trotted to a door on the left side of the entrance hall. He opened the door and walked inside. You followed him in; once again your eyes wandered. It was all so grand. In this bedroom there was a large dresser, two standing mirrors and a large two pony bed. 

        “This is only the guest bedroom.” Moonstone said. You look back and see her leaning on the jamb.

        “Wow, it’s all so grand. This is a major upgrade.” You say in amazement.
        
        “Yes, yes it is.” Chance said before exiting the room.You follow him out.

        Chace trots into the living room and sits on a chair. You follow him and sit on the couch, Moonstone sits beside you. You look over at her and smile.

        “So how’ve you been?” Moonstone asks.

        “I’ve been good, I have a house of my own and I have a job.” You say proudly.

        “Do you know, what is your job?” Chance asks.

        “I’m a runner for the mail ponies,” You say.

        “Wow, a runner. I thought the mail ponies only took pegasi.” Moonstone says with a confused look on her face.

        “They hire earth ponies every once in a while to do the heavy lifting and ground transport.” You explain.

        “I see...” Moonstone leans back into the couch.

        “So, where’s Flounce?” You ask, looking around the living room.

        “She’s out, she should be back soon though.” Chance says.

        “Alright, is there paper and ink in my bedroom? I have to write a friend a letter.” You ask.

        “Yes, it’s in the bottom drawer of the dresser.” Moonstone says.

        “Thank you.” You say.

        You stand and head for your room. You raise a hoof and push the door open; you trot inside and close the door. You trot over and open the bottom drawer, inside is a small stack of paper, a capped inkwell and a large writing quill. You place them on the desk in the corner of the room. You pull out the chair, sit down and begin to write.

        I found my friends, I’m staying with them. I’m staying in a mansion, it’s actually really awesome. Come find me at 2732 Mustang Alley. 

        When you finished writing you folded the paper and wrote Twilight’s name on the front. You stood and trotted over to the door, opening it and heading out to the front door. You place the letter in the mail box and raise the flag. You trot back inside. On your way in something catches your eye, or somepony  to be correct. You look over at the living room and see a red maned, yellow coated mare sitting on the couch. The mare looks over at you.

        “Flounce?” You say. The mare stands and gallops towards you, she leaps and tackles you to the ground; wrapping her arms around you and hugging you tightly.

        “I’ve missed you.” Flounce says in a cracking voice. You hug her back.

        “I’ve missed you too.” You say. Flounce stands and picks you up.

        “It’s been too long, how’ve you been?” Flounce asked, tears welling up in her eyes.

        “Busy. I have a house now, and a job.” You say with a smile.

        “That’s good.” Flounce leans forward and hugs you again, you hug her back and smile.

        “We need to catch up, maybe later today. There’s someone I want you to meet.” You say, releasing Flounce from the hug. 

        “Okay, who is it?” Flounce asked.

        “It’s a friend of mine, she’s really nice, I think you’ll like her.” You say.

        “Alright, what time will your friend be here?” Flounce asks, she leans against the wall.

        “I don’t know, she said she had to see the princess.” You say, patting your chin and thinking back.

        “Well it’s getting kinda late, so she shouldn’t be too long. Hopefully.” Flounce says.

        A smell wafts past your nose, causing your mouth to water. You look towards the kitchen. You can hear pots and pans being moved and bumped. Moonstone trots out of the kitchen and looks at you and Flounce.

        “Come on love birds, supper is ready.” Moonstone says. She sticks her tongue out and trots back to the kitchen.

        You blush and look at Flounce, she smiles at you and walks towards the dining room. You follow her. When the two of you enter the dining room you look at the table and your jaw drops once again. A long mahogany table sits in the middle, above was a chandelier that looked like it’s made of diamonds. The table had a row of food down the middle. Large bowls of salad, plates upon plates of sandwiches, massive pots of soup. All of it looked so inviting. At the head of the table was Chance, beside him was Moonstone. Flounce sat more towards the middle; you sat beside her.

        You took some plates and bowls and started to shovel food on to them. Flounce looked at you and let out a little chuckle. She began to get food. You look down the table at Chance and Moonstone, they seem to be whispering to each other. You shrug start eating. All the food was very good and very filling. 

        After you finished eating Chance began to speak.

        “Moonstone and I are going out for a little while. You and Flounce are welcome to come.” Chance offered.

        “No thanks, I’ll stay.” Flounce said.

        “No thanks, I have to wait for my friend.” You say.

        “Alright, well try not to stain the couch, it’s expensive to clean.” Chance said in a joking tone. You blush look over at Flounce. She smiles and stands. You stand and walk to the living room, Flounce follows you and sits on the couch.

        You watch Chance and Moonstone leave. You sit on the couch beside Flounce, the room is quiet and awkward.

        “So when is your friend going to get here?” Flounce asked.
        
        “Hopefully soon, it’s dark out.” You say, looking outside.

        The sky was indeed dark, but there was a slight glow from the moon. The moon reflected off the buildings and the snow on the ground. The street lamps are lit and are throwing an orange hue over the ice and snow.

        “Maybe she’s not coming.” Flounce said.

        “Yeah, maybe. But she’ll be here tomorrow, I know it.” You say, you lean back into the couch and sigh. Flounce places her hoof on your shoulder and you look up at her.

“You look tired, you should get some sleep.” Flounce says with a soft tone to her voice.	

        “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow,” You say. You slowly stand and walk to your room. You sit on the edge of your bed and look out the window. “Come on Twilight.” You whisper.

        You hear hoof steps approaching your door; you look over and see the silhouette of a mare in the doorway.

        “Flounce,” You nervously say. The silhouette got closer, you can see it is Flounce. “What’re you doing?”

        “I missed you, and I want to welcome you back to Canterlot.” Flounce’s tone was soft and seductive. She got closer to you.

        “I missed you too, and can’t this welcome wait until tomorrow?” You ask, leaning away from Flounce.

        “Oh no, trust me, you’ll want this welcome right now.” Flounce sat beside you and licked her lips. You scoot down, further from her.

        “Flounce, what are you doing?” You ask, your heart pounding like a drum, your thoughts racing by. You begin to breath heavily.

        “Don’t be nervous, I won’t bite.” Flounce pushes you on to your back, she crawls on top of you and looks you in the eye.

        “Flounce, don’t. I’ve already found somepony.” You say with a trembling voice.

        “She won’t find out, I promise.” She lowers herself, you feel her chest on yours, you squirm to get away, but she’s got you pinned to the bed.

        Flounce lowers her head and begins to kiss you. Lust takes hold of you, all your thoughts are screaming stop, but you can’t. You bring your arms up and wrap around Flounce. She kisses you deeper, you feel her tongue against your lips, you open your mouth and grant her entrance. All of this is out of your control. Her tongue brushes against yours, you push it back. Your tongues begin to dance with one another.

        Flounce pulls back, breaking the kiss. Soliva all over her lips.

        “See, told ya you’d like it.” Flounce winks and rolls onto her back. Bringing you on top of her.

        You begin to kiss her again, being more bold. You bring your hoof down and begin to rub her cutie mark, this sent a wave of excitement through her body; she shifted under you and gasped. She pulled you closer, you felt her body rub against yours. You start to tenderly kiss her neck, she fidgeted, gasped and moaned. This was giving her overwhelming pleasure. You mind went blank and you acted on instinct. You began to kiss her neck, lower and lower until you got to her chest. You began to lick her, and she began to moan more and more. 

        Flounce ran her hooves through your mane. You looked up and met her gaze. The only thing in her eyes was lust. You begin to rub her plot with one of her hooves, and she begins to pant. You get lower and lower.

        You close your eyes and lose yourself in the moment.

> Chapter 5: Picking Up the Pieces
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        You slowly open your eyes, the events of last night slowly coming back to mind. As your vision slowly becomes more clear you see Flounce laying beside you. Your heart stops and you start to panic. You jump out of the bed. Flounce rolls over and looks at you with narrow eyes.

        “Good morning.” She says.

        “No. I messed up, I messed up bad.” You say. You quickly trot out of the room.

        You pace around the living room of the house, you mind is going a mile a minute, and your breathing is very quick. You peek out the window at the street. You spy something sticking out of the snow outside the house. You cock your head when you see it. You feel something touch your shoulder. You look over and Flounce is standing beside you smiling. You walk past her and head for the front door, you open the door and head out into the cold.

        You push through the snow and pick up the thing that was in the snow, it’s heavy and wrapped. Blue wrapping paper with a red ribbon in a cross. You turn it over and see a tag, the tag has your name on it, and underneath it says ‘From Twilight’. Your eyes begin to water and you slowly head back into the house. Flounce is waiting at the front door. You walk past her, not even giving her any thought.

        “What’s that?” Flounce asks.

        “None of your business.” You say with a snarl.

        “Okay sheesh, you don’t have to be so rude.” She says, her words dripping with arrogance. 

        Your mind goes blank and you drop the gift. It makes a heavy thud when it hits the ground. You turn and look at her. A look of shock adorns her face. You see her lips moving but you hear nothing, a ringing sound fills your ears, you can feel your blood pressure rising. You quickly shake your head, pick the gift up and trot into your room; slamming the door behind you.

        You place the gift on the desk in the room and sigh. As your eyes scan the shape of the gift, your mind races at what it could be. You place your hoof on the gift and take part of the ribbon in your mouth; you start to pull the ribbon, causing it to come undone.

        All that’s left on the gift is the blue wrapping paper. You start to carefully take off the paper. Your eyes go wide when you see what’s under the paper. A book, a single book.

        Tears well up in your eyes as you turn the book over to see it’s title. You gasp at the title and tears start to flow down your cheeks. The title read ‘Starswirl the Bearded’s Guide to the Stars and the Zodiacs’.

        A lump forms in your throat as you try to stifle your sobs. Tears are now flowing like waterfalls. You drop the book on the ground and stumble back to the bed.

You plant your haunches on the bed and bury your face in your hooves. Your thoughts hit you like a brick wall, thoughts about how you messed up, how you threw everything you had in the trash. As you sit weeping on the bed, Flounce paces outside your door, waiting for you to exit.

        When life hands you lemons, right? Your mind says.

        “I can’t stay here.” You say out loud. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself, you wipe your eyes and pick up the book. You balance the book between your shoulder blades and exit your room, glaring daggers at Flounce.

        “There you are babe, you okay?” Flounce asked, trying to kiss you. You shove her away and scowl at her.

        “Don’t touch me.” You bark.

        “But... But what about last night?” Flounce asks, clearly devastated.

        “It was a mistake. You were a mistake. I’m leaving here, I’m going to try and find my marefriend and fix this. Tell Chance it was nice seeing him again. As for you...” You trail off, your rage at a boiling point. You open your mouth to say something, but stop yourself before you say something you’ll really regret. You just close your mouth and leave the house.

        There is a light snow falling. Not enough to be a problem, but enough to dust the ground. It was a lot like rain when you’re sad, but colder and more empty feeling. The ponies of Canterlot trotted by at a steady pace, the snow swirling behind them. Your coat is becoming more damp as the small flakes landed and melted on your coat. Your inner thoughts were a fireball of confusion, every little question was blasting like a cannon in your head. You cringe at the thought of Twilight. You are afraid of what she’ll say when you find her.

        You scan the faces of all the ponies who walked by, trying to spot that purple mare. The crowds are definitely getting thicker, and it’s definitely getting harder to see all the ponies around. You stick your head up, trying to find out where you are. You notice the train station is just to your left. You lower your head and sigh; trying to think about what Twilight said to you, where she would be. 

        “What did you say? Where are you?” You say to yourself in a hushed tone. You remember back to the moment at the train station, just before the two of you departed; trying to remember what she said. That’s when it hit you.

        “The palace!” You say, your tone higher than it should be. Some ponies look at you then up at the palace towers that could be seen from anywhere in Canterlot.

        You begin to trot faster in the direction of the palace, ponies giving you concerned looks as you trot by. Your mind races with the thought of seeing Twilight, you know she’s going to want you dead, but at the same time you want to try and fix your mistake. 

        You gallop through the snow, trying to stand tall and not slip on the ice. You weave in between ponies, keeping your speed. The coldness of the air helping cool you down as you run.

        Finally you reach the palace limits, a tall white wall stands in your way. You look around for an opening, somewhere you can get through. You start to panic when you don’t see an opening, but your fears are extinguished when you see two guards standing by what seems like a gate. you trot over to them, taking some deep breaths to calm yourself. As you approach the guards they shoot you an odd look. You feel a knot build up in your stomach, and throat.

        “Um, excuse me.” You say nervously.

        “Hm?” One of the guards grunts.

        “May I enter the palace?” You ask nervously.

        “Why?” A guard says coldly.

        “Because I want to see someone, they’re expecting me.” You say, trying to sound as sincere as possible.

        “Yeah right, and who’s expecting you.” The other guard scoffs.

        “Uh, Twilight. Twilight Sparkle.” You say proudly. You stand up straight and tall.

        “She’s gone.” One of the guards says.

        “What!?” You exclaim.

        “Yeah. She left not too long ago.” The other guard says.

        “Well, where did she go?” You ask franticly.

        “Well, lets see,” the guard pauses and pats his chin, “last I saw she was heading for the train station.”

        Shit! She could be gone already. You say in your head 

“Well, thank you.” You say before galloping away.

You gallop back the way you came, searching frantically for that beautiful purple mare. Your mind races as you scan the crowd, looking for any sign of Twilight. You push through a crowd of ponies, only to run full force into a pony. You fall to the ground, you hear a thud from the other pony.

“I’m so sorry.” You say, looking over at the other pony. Your heart stops when you see who it is. The one mare you were looking for. You beat all the odds, you found one pony in a city of thousands, and you found her before she left.

“Are you!?” Twilight barks.

“Twilight, I mean it, I’m truly sorry.” You stand and trot over to Twilight, trying to help her up, but she shoves you away.

“Are you? What about that whore last night?” Twilight asks, her tone becoming more violent.

“That was a mistake, I couldn’t control myself, I had no control.” You try to explain, the ponies in the streets all shuffling away from you and Twilight.

“It was a mistake. It was a mistake for me to have trusted you.” Twilight turns and starts to trot away.

“Twilight,” you call after her, “Twilight, I’m so sorry. How can I make it up to you?” You say, a defeated tone besetting your voice, tears welling up in your eyes.

“You can’t, we’re through,” Twilight says darkly; she continues to trot away from you. You quickly gallop to her side.

“But, I’m sorry, I’ll do anything to make it up to you... anything.” You say, letting out a small whimper.

The snow was still falling, a little heavier now. Twilight stops in her tracks and looks at the ground. The snow around her hooves was melting, the flakes of snow that got close to her melted, and the smell of singed hair began to fill the air.

“How do I know you won’t lie to me, how do I know you weren’t lying to me this whole time?” Twilight asks, an accusatory tone lacing her words.

“What do you mean? I’ve been nothing but honest with you,” you say, looking at Twilight with pleading eyes.

“Your family story. Was that the truth, or was it all made up to get me to feel sympathy for you?” Twilight’s mane starts to curl up, as if it’s being burned, and the air around her gets warmer and warmer.

“That was all true... I can show you.” You offer.

“How.” Twilight snaps back.

“We’ll go to Fillydelphia. I can show you,” you say nervously. The thought of going back to your home after all these years didn’t sit well with you.

“Fine. We’ll go, and if you’re lying to me, I’ll gut you.” Twilight’s mane slowly returns to normal, the air cooling down. She looks over at you, the expression on her face could kill.

“Thank you. I know you don’t trust me, but I have to explain something on the way,” you say, you look down at the ground and begin to trot to the train station. Twilight in tow.

The walk to the train station is a long a silent one, you can sense Twilight’s anger. You stay silent, trying not to make Twilight more angry at you. The snow crunched under your hooves and your breath made clouds, pushing the falling flakes out of the way.

After moments of awkward, silent walking you finally made it to the train station. As you and Twilight enter there is a wall of ponies exiting the train headed to Ponyville. You and Twilight push your way through to the ticket desk. The pony behind the counter looks overwhelmed and stressed.

“Uh, how may I help you?” The stallion behind the counter asks.

“Two tickets for Fillydelphia please,” you say.

“Coming right up,” the stallion says. He ducks his head below the counter and comes back up with two tickets. He drops them on the counter and slides them over to you and Twilight. Twilight picks her ticket up with magic and trots away.

“Thanks,” you say, sliding six bits over to the stallion. The stallion nods then turns to help another pony.

You trot over to Twilight who was looking over the tracks. You can see she’s obviously holding something back, was it rage, was it sadness, was it both? You don’t know, but you can only speculate.

“Twilight... I’m so-” you’re cut off by Twilight giving you a death glare.

“Oh save it, I don’t want to hear it,” she says forcefully.

“But I want to fix this,” you plead.

“I’m not sure you can,” twilight says coldly. Her words echoing into your core; you can feel you heart break.

“How did you see us last night?” You ask, trying to get some answers.

“The huge window in your room that looks out onto the road,” Twilight says.

“Oh... I see. You have to understand, I tried to stop her, but, she was too strong,” you say.

“Mhmm, sure looked that way.” Twilight says sarcastically. 

“I mean it, I... never mind,” you hang your head in defeat and trot over to a bench. Sitting down you can’t help but look over at Twilight, thinking about all you had, and all you could of had. Now it’s all gone.

There’s a loud screech and a train slowly approaches the station, you slowly stand and trot towards the train, stopping and waiting for Twilight. She trots by, not even looking at you.  You sigh and follow her in. Twilight trots towards the back of the train, going for a booth, just like before. You follow her into the booth and take a seat across from her. She looks at you and mumbles something to herself, then leans away. You look down at the ground and lean your head against the window.

You can feel tears welling up in your eyes. You look you, glancing out the window at all the happy couples that are walking around outside. You sigh and pull down the curtain.

“Twilight, please give me a chance to explain,” you say, your voice cracking slightly.

“Ugh, fine.” Twilight crosses her hooves over her chest and looks at you, you can see pure rage in her eyes.

“That mare... She was one of the children I lived with when I was here. Her name is Flounce. She, she uh, she always had a thing for me. I kinda liked her back, but I thought all that died when I moved to Ponyville. But last night, when we kissed. I tried to fight it, but something happened. It’s almost as if the spark between us was reignited. But you have to believe me, I didn’t want to kiss her, I wanted to be with you. I waited, I really did wait, but it was late, and you didn’t show up.” You explain.

“Was that supposed to make me feel better?” Twilight asks, a furious tone besetting her voice.

“No. This is,” you stop and take a deep breath, “I regret everything I did. If I could go back in time and fix this, I would in a heartbeat, I wouldn’t leave you at the train station, I would have been with you the whole time. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, I wouldn’t throw away what we had, not for a million bits. If this world were falling apart, I would want to be by your side until the end. I would do anything to have you back, anything. I would fight an entire army of changelings to be with you.” You stop and look at Twilight. She’s giving you a very surprising look. It’s a mixture of shock, disbelief and trust.

“You would?” The words sneak out of her mouth in a whimper.

“Twilight. You’re my everything. I know we’ve only been dating for about a day. But I mean it. I feel something when I’m with you, something I’ve never felt before. It’s a feeling of belonging. You’re something I’ve been searching for all my life. You're my shining star, you’re my special somepony.”

> Chapter 6: Homecoming
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

        Twilight looks at you with a very unreadable expression on her face. It is a mixture of different emotions; it’s kinda scary to be honest. It was as if she’s going to jump forward and choke you out, or she’s going breakdown and cry.

        The air in the train car is thick. What is it thick with? You couldn’t put your hoof on it. Was it tension, nerves, awkwardness, fear or hate? Whatever it is, it’s a suffocating mist. You can’t think right now; all your thoughts are on Twilight and what she’s going to do, what she’s going to say. The tension is only getting thicker.

        Finally the silence is broken; broken by a single droplet of water. But this isn’t a water drop, it’s a tear. You follow its path with your eyes up to Twilight’s cheek, clearly wet from the tear.

        “Twilight?” You mutter.

        “Is... Is all that true? What you said,” Twilight peeps, her voice cracking as she speaks. You simply nod, not saying a thing. “So you really think that of me?”

        “Yes, I think the world of you. Nothing will change my mind.” You say confidently.

        Twilight shifts in her place, her position more open, more inviting. The thick air starting to disperse. You shift as well, showing you’re open to talk to Twilight. Twilight timidly moves to your side of the train car, sitting closer to you. You nervously look over at her. You shift yourself so you’re closer to her, but not too close, not wanting to mess things up again.

        “So, I’m sorry. I really am.” You utter, trying to keep composure.

        Twilight plants a hard punch on your chest, you cough from the force. “That’s for cheating.”

        You bring your hooves to your chest and hold where she hit you. “Yeah, I deserve that.” You look over at Twilight and see a slight smile form on her face. You too bare a faint smile.

        “But if your family is a lie, I’ll do more than just hit you.” Twilight says, her face turning serious.

        “They’re real, I swear.” You say, a pleading tone besetting your voice.

        Twilight shoots a sceptical look, but her face quickly returned to normal. You too ease up. The thought of the two of you getting back together filled you mind. The sensation of her lips on yours, your mind goes blank at the thought.

        There’s an awkward silence as you relish in your thoughts. Twilight seems to be lost in her thoughts at the same time. She too doesn’t say anything. She lets out a little chuckle and you look up at her. She has a very subtle smile on her face, it fills your heart with joy, actually seeing her happy. You feel the corners of your mouth starting to curl up. You give a little nervous chuckle and return to looking out the window.

        The countryside between cities zipped by, the journey becoming a lot shorter due to your mind easing. As you stare out at the lakes and fields that passed, your mind was brought back to when you were a little colt, wandering from town to town, city to city, looking for a new home. Back then everything seemed so interesting, so fascinating, so...welcoming. On the train to Ponyville, all those years ago, you looked out over the vast fields and orchards, wanting to one day walk them, take them in. The smells, the sensations, the feel of the grass on your hooves. It was all so inviting.

        This train ride with Twilight, it made you think; think back to the times when you were just leaving Canterlot. It was almost the same, but back then you were alone, and much younger. But it gave you the same time to reflect back, on you mother, you brother, and what you knew of your father.

        Your eyes start to fill up with tears. Twilight looks over at you, a hint of concern in her eyes.

        “Are you alright?” Twilight asks, and tone of legitimacy in her voice. You look up at her with misty eyes and you feel a lump form in your throat.

        “Y-yeah, I’m f-fine. Just this ride...it reminds me of my first train ride down to Ponyville,” You pause and take in a breath. “It’s bringing back thoughts of home.”

        Twilight moves closer, wrapping her arms around and pulling you into a tight hug. You lean into Twilight, letting out another stream of tears. She coos as she runs a hoof down your mane. You feel a shiver run down your spine at this action, it reminds you of what your mother did when you were sad.

        “You’ll be okay.” Twilight says softly. You feel her shift and plant a kiss on the top of your head, you smile at this.

        The rest of the train ride is spent like this, Twilight holding you in a tight hug, comforting you. But you aren’t complaining, it is nice to know she trusts you again. The last half hour flies by, before you know it you’re at the Fillydelphia train station. Twilight releases you from the hug and gives you a very warm smile. You give her a weak smile back and wipe your eyes.

        Twilight stands and trots for the door of your booth, you in tow. She has a newfound spring to her step, but at the same time, you do too. A wave of reassurance washes over you. seeing Twilight happy again made you happy. You lift your head slightly, a genuine smile on your face. 

        The crowd of ponies trying to get off the train is insane; mixed with the crowd trying to get on, it was pure chaos. You manage to find a clearing and push into it, losing track of Twilight in the process. You try to get off the train, but once you clear the door you’re hit another wall of ponies. You feel your blood pressure rise as you’re pushed and shoved ponies out of the way. Finally you snap and just go full force through the crowd. Pushing and shoving ponies out of your way now.

        You make it off the train and through the crowd, waiting inside the Fillydelphia train station. You pace back and forth, trying to calm down. You stop and look back at the crowd, trying to spot Twilight, but you don’t see her. Suddenly you feel somepony pat you on the shoulder, you whip your head around to see who it is, and you’re met by Twilight giving you a smile.

        “Oh, you did make it out. Good.” You say with a sigh.

        “Yeah, I gave up on waiting so I just teleported here.” Twilight says, still smiling.

        “Hehe, yeah, I had to push my way through,” You smile back. “So, how about we get going?”

        “Yeah, sure thing.” Twilight nods.

        You start to trot towards the entrance of the train station, Twilight trotting beside you. She moves closer to you, so close you can feel her body heat. You smile more and look around.

        “Wow, I haven’t been here in years, it’s changed so much.” You say while looking around.

        “I can imagine. It’s different from when I was here too.” Twilight says.

        The two of you make your way outside, the cold air sending a shiver down your spine. You notice Twilight shiver too. You close the gap between you two, pressing your side against hers. You blush and look away. You feel Twilight move away, but she quickly presses against you again. The sensation of your fur mixing with hers is amazing, it made your heart skip a beat. It felt like she was filling in a hole, repairing a crack, or building a bridge between you. 

        The skies are a pale white, the cloud cover is glowing with the sun. There is a light wind blowing the fresh snow. The ponies of Fillydelphia all wore bright colored scarves, and some wore matching toques. The cobblestone streets were nicely cleared of snow, only a light dusting covers the ground.

        You watched all the ponies who trotted by, trying to recognize any of them, but none looked familiar. A more sad tone beset your mind. What if they moved? What if they don’t recognize me? What if they hate me? These question bashed your mind like the waves against a rocky shore. You try not to show any sadness, but it’s too hard to keep it in. Your eyes start to water again.

        “Are you alright?” Twilight asks, breaking your inner thoughts. You look over at her.

        “Just thinking.” You respond.

        “Obviously, but it seems like it’s eating you up. What is it?” Twilight asks, letting her concern show. You let out a sigh and lower your head.

        “What if they don’t recognize me?” You say, your voice cracking slightly.

        “They will, I’m sure of it. You don’t just forget what your child looks like.” Twilight says reassuringly.

        “But...but It’s b--”

        “No buts. They will recognize you.” Twilight says.

        You smile and look at Twilight. She smiles back and moves closer, her cheeks turning a flushed red. You feel your own cheeks heat up as she draws closer. You close your eyes and lean towards her, your lips meeting hers. You feel Twilight continue to push into you and you push back before breaking the kiss. You slowly open your eyes and look at her, a smile forming across her lips and yours.

        “I love you.” Twilight says.

        “I love you too.” You say in return.

        The two of you start walking again. Twilight is leaning on you more than she was before, she purrs slightly, like a happy cat would. You let out a small chuckle and look up at the sky. Small flakes of snow are falling, being tossed around with the wind. Twilight looks up, following your gaze. You both watch the same flake as it falls. It swirls around in the air, swaying back and forth, flipping and tumbling. The two of you watch it glide down in majestic silence. Suddenly there’s a gust of wind and the flake flies towards you, landing on the tip of your nose, quickly melting into water. Twilight lets out a giggle and kisses you on the cheek. You feel your cheeks warm up again.

        You look back to the road ahead. There is a row of old brick houses at the end of it. They all look well maintained, no cracks, no chipped mortar, no discoloring of the bricks; it all looks so perfect. You sigh and continue to the middle house.

        “We’re here.” You say, a hint of fear in your voice.

        “I see. Well, go knock.” Twilight pushes.

        You nod slowly and approach the door, raising a shaky hoof. You pause before knocking and look back at Twilight, she smiles and nods. You look back at the door and knock three times.

*knock*
          *knock*
                *knock*

        You wait for a few seconds before taking a step back.

        “No.” Twilight says firmly.

        You stop moving and look at the door and it opens revealing a very heavy looking stallion, he looks at you and blinks. You just stare back, not saying a word.

        “Can I help you?” The stallion says in a very raspy voice.

        “Uh, y-yeah. D-do you know wh-where Archer is?” You ask, in a scared and timid voice.

        “Who?” The stallion grunts.

        “A-Archer, h-he lives here.” You reply.

        “Ain’t nopony named Archer livin’ here, just me.” The Stallion says.

        “I s-see. S-sorry for bothering y-you, I’ll be going now. H-have a nice day.” You say before turning back to Twilight, who has a very unamused look on her face.

        You trot down to Twilight, your eyes becoming misty again.

        “I...I swear this is where we lived.” You say pleadingly.

        “Mhmm, well your family seems to be gone.” Twilight says.

        “Yeah...” You trail off, lowering your head in sadness.

        Twilight looks down at you, sympathy filling her eyes. She trots closer to you and nuzzles the crook of your neck. You raise your head to look at her, and she plants a light kiss on your lips.

        “I forgive you, you don’t need to prove to me your family is here.” Twilight says, her voice soft and caring.

        “But I wanted you to meet them, as evidence I wasn’t lying.” You say, a very heavy and sad voice coming from you.

        “I don’t care if they’re real or not. From what you told me, shown me, and all these lengths you’ve gone, you’ve proven to me that you do in fact care for me. So please, just come home with me.” Twilight pleads.

        “Yeah,” You sniff and wipe your eyes. “Okay, I’ll come home.”

        Twilight smiles and hugs you, you wrap your hooves around her, returning the hug. When she lets go she plants a very tender kiss on your lips. You smile and start to trot with her towards the train station.

        “Can we stop by the market, please?” You ask.

        “Of course.” Twilight replies.

        You turn down one of the side streets and lead Twilight to a small open square. Inside were stalls set up, all different. There is a booth run by a zebra, selling exotic jewelry, there’s a stall selling clothing, jewelry, food, trinkets and the like. There is a booth for everything here, and it was crowded nonetheless.

        “Twilight, stay by my side and don’t leave.” You say.

        “I will.” Twilight says as she shuffles over beside you, your sides touching again.

        You begin to trot from stall to stall, examining the goods for sale. Most of it is novelties and knock offs, but it is all still beautiful. You glance at Twilight a few times, to make sure she’s still with you.

        “See anything you like?” You ask Twilight.

        “Yeah, but we’re just looking...right?” Twilights asks.

        “If you want it you should buy it.” You say.

        “Oh, okay. I’ll get them on the way back.” Twilight says.

        “Sounds li--” You’re cut off by a pony bumping into you.

        “I’m so sorry, are you alright?” The pony asks, your ears perk up when he speaks.

        “I know...that voice.” You say to Twilight. You turn your head to look at the pony who was talking. Your eyes go wide when you see who it is.

        “Are you alri--” The pony stops and his eyes also go wide.

        “Archer?”

> Chapter 7: Warm Welcomes
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

        Your heart skips a beat when you see that familiar face. You feel your eyes begin to water and a lump form in your chest. The world just seems to freeze around you. You did it, you beat the odds, in a sea of ponies in a crowded city, you found the one pony you were looking for. 

        “A-Archer?” You stammer.

        “Little bro?” Archer says, his voice as shaky as yours.

        “Yeah... It’s me.” You give him a nervous grin.

        Archer doesn’t move, there’s just a look of disbelief on his face. The air is still and you just stare at your brother, not making a noise. Twilight awkwardly shifts, but still says nothing. You can feel your eyes fill up with tears, and a lump form in your throat. You open your mouth to speak, but only a squeak comes out.

        You let your tears escape, flowing like waterfalls down your cheeks. The cold air stings as the tears fall. Your brother does the same, the tears leaving shiny trails down his face. The crowd around continue their routines, parting as they came to you and your brother. You take a deep breath and a few steps forward, looking at your brother through cloudy eyes. Suddenly your brother stands and gallops towards you, wrapping you in a tight hug.

 You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his shoulder, letting out a legitimate cry.

        “I’ve missed you little bro, I’ve missed you so much.” Archer says, his voice cracking with sadness and relief. 

        “Archer, you have no idea.” You say, holding him tighter and burying your face deeper into his shoulder.

        Archer brings his hoof up and holds you head, giving you a little pat on the back with the other. You pull yourself away from him, a faint smile on your face.

        “Is mom..... You know.....” You say, trailing off and looking away.

        “What? Oh!! No, she’s fine.” Archer says, cluing in on what you meant.

        “Oh, that’s wonderful.” You say with a sigh of relief. You look back at Twilight, who’s just sitting there awkwardly. You wave a hoof to call her over.

        “Who’s this?” Archer asks, letting go of you and looking at Twilight.

        “This is my marefriend. Her name is Twilight Sparkle.” You explain, stepping aside so Twilight has room.

        “Well hello there Ms. Sparkle.” Archer says with a little bow.

        “Um... Hello.” Twilight says in a little voice.

        “I met her in Ponyville.” You say proudly.

        “Ponyville? Is that where you ran off to?” Archer asks, narrowing his eyes as he looks over at you.

        “Er...well, not exactly. I’ll explain later. Where are you and mother living?” You ask.

        “Not too far from here. I’ll bring you there; I’m sure mother will be excited to see you.” Archer says, his usual smile returning.

        You look over at Twilight and give her a reassuring smile. She smiles back at you and trots to your side, giving you a light nuzzle. You blush at the display, but you like it nonetheless. Archer gives you a cocky smile before trotting away from the market; Twilight and yourself in tow. 

        The commotion of the market is fading away. Twilight looks around at the buildings as you trot past them, a look of fascination adorning her face. It was as if she’s never seen this place before, full of alien buildings. You can’t help but give a sigh at her fascination. You’ve seen these streets so much as young colt, it all felt familiar to you. But it was still cute to see her filly-like curiosity show. Archer leads the way, nodding to some ponies as they passed. Twilight looks over at you and trots a little closer, you can feel her body heat on your side. You smile and look over at her. She is still looking at the architecture of the area. You lean over and plant your lips firmly on her cheek, giving her a tender, loving kiss. You can feel your cheeks warm up as you pull away.

        Archer chuckles and keeps walking, turning down a little side street. You and Twilight follow.

        “Alright lovebirds, we’re here.” Archer says, stopping at a little red brick house.

        “This is it?” You ask, scanning the front with your eyes. “It’s kinda small.”

        “Well, we don’t need a big house-it’s just mother and I.” Archer explains.

        “C-can we go in, please?” Twilight says with a shiver. You can feel the cold air stinging your coat.

        Archer nods and smiles. He trots up to the door of the house and opens it, trotting in and shaking himself. You let Twilight enter before you. You take two steps into the house before a nice, comforting warmth embraces you. You close the door and turn to Archer.

        “Mother, I’m home, and I have some guests.” Archer calls out. He takes off his saddlebag and his scarf.

        The house is a simple design. It is rather small, but very open. The front door opens into the living room, the kitchen was visible, as well as three door. Most likely two bedrooms and a bathroom. You trot into the middle of the living room and look around. You spot a very familiar picture on the wall. You trot over and look at it. It was of four ponies, your mother, father and brother. Your mother was holding a pile of blankets with a little head sticking out. The picture  was taken right after you were born; such a happy family back then.

        “Is that him?” Twilight asks, breaking the silence.

        “Yeah....that’s him.” You say, tears returning to your eyes.

        “I’m sorry.” Twilight put a hoof around you and guides you to the couch, sitting you down and sitting beside you.

        “It’s been too long....” You say, letting some tears fall.

        “I know, but you can’t change the past. You can only remember those who’ve passed.” Twilight says, leaning on you, giving your neck a little nuzzle.

        You give Twilight a quick kiss on the lips before leaning your head on hers. Twilight lets out a happy sigh and leans into you. You wrap an arm around her and pull her close, waiting for your brother to return. You look around the living room. It is very simple. Two chairs, a couch, a fireplace and a bookshelf. The bookshelf held many books, the books were all different colors and shapes. Many you recognized from your foalhood, but some looked fairly new. The couch was the same one you grew up with. A tacky fabric couch with a floral pattern. One of the chairs looks brand new. It is black leather is wooden legs and arms. The other chair is your mother’s iconic rocking chair. It was wooden with blue cushions, you and your brother were never allowed to sit in it when she was home, it was her chair.

        After a few minutes your brother returns with a mare in tow. You watch him as he enters, an uneasy smile on his face. He steps aside and lets the mare look at you. Your jaw drops when you see who it is. It’s your mother, but she looks different, she looks...older. It has been three years since you last saw her, but she looks like she’s aged about fifty years. Her coat was a pale blue and her eyes a weak green. She has bags under her eyes, and she looks very thin.

        “Mother?” You say, your voice trembling.

        “Hello son, I’ve missed you.” Your mother says, her voice just as shaky.

        You slowly let go of Twilight and stand up, making your way over to your mother. Twilight stays silent, letting you and your mother have this moment. You look your mother in the eye,and all you can see is sadness deep inside. Your mother brings up a hoof and brushes your cheek, almost as if to check if you were real.

        “Mom,” You start, your eyes filling with tears, you chest feeling like it’s about to burst. “Mom, I’m so sorry... I didn’t want to hurt you, or Archer. I... I... I’m sor--” You’re cut off my your mother placing her hoof over your mouth.

        “Don’t say any more. You’re here now,” She retracts her hoof. “I’m just glad you’re back.” She brings herself closer and wraps you in a hug. Your heart drops when you feel how light she is. You hug her back, letting out a whimper and a tear.

        You let go and lead your mother to her chair, before going back to Twilight. This time Twilight wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a comforting hug. You lean into Twilight, letting her embrace tighten. You look to your mother, who’s watching you and Twilight with a smile.

        “Who’s this?” Your mother asks.

        “I’m Twilight Sparkle.” Twilight says.

        “Twilight Sparkle? Where do I know that name...” Your mother taps her chin and thinks.

        You feel Twilight shift her position awkwardly before your mother continues.

        “Twilight Sparkle, are you close to the Princess?” She asks.

        “Yes, I’m her student.” Twilight says proudly.

        “I see,” Your mother scans over Twilight one more time. “Ah-ha! I know you, you’re one of the elements of harmony aren’t you?”

        “Yes ma’am.” Twilight nods, give you a little squeeze.

        “I knew you looked familiar, I recognize you from the newspapers,” You mother gives a chuckle. “I’m so glad to see my son found a strong partner.”

        You feel a sudden heat flood to your face and you feel Twilight kiss the side of your head, just in front of your left ear.

        “Well, um, thank you miss.” Twilight says, a blush becoming apparent on her face.

        You let out a smile and lean your head back, resting it on Twilight’s shoulder. You let out a happy sigh and bring your hooves up to hold Twilight’s hooves.

        “How’ve you been mother? It’s been a while.” You say, still leaning on Twilight.

        “I’ve been well; your brother has taken good care of me, I think he deserves all the praise.” Your mother says, you look over to your brother, his face is a flush red.

        “No no, I didn’t do too much. I mean, all I did was cook.” Archer says.

        “Oh don’t be modest, you brought in the money and food.” Your mother says.

        “I see. Well thank you, Archer.” You say.

        “Aw, don’t worry about it, just doing what I thought was right.” He says, leaning back in his chair.

        “So mother, a lot has changed.” You say.

        “Oh? Like what?” Your mother asks, perking up in her seat.

        “Well, I got my cutie mark for one.” You say, rolling over slightly and showing you cutie mark.

        “What’s that one for?” She asks.

        “Compassion and kindness.” Twilight says before you have a chance to answer.

        “Yeah, I got it in Ponyville. I was taking random jobs, and one day I woke up with it there. I went to the library to try and find out what it meant, that’s when I first met Twilight, and she helped me figure out what it meant.” You explain, Twilight giving you another little squeeze.

        “Very interesting, so you’ve known Twilight for a long time I see.” You mother says, giving a little nod and a wink.

        “Heh, yeah,” You chuckle at her gesture. “And I have a full time job, I’m working with the mail ponies.”

        “I thought they only took Pegasi.” Your brother pipes up.

        “I thought that too, but apparently they need land runners for the large packages and equipment that needs to be delivered.” You explain.

        “I see; does it pay well?” Archer asks.

        “Yeah, I have my own house and it’s got working electricity.” You say, both your brother and your mother lean forward.

        “You have your own house?” Your mother asks.

        “Yes.” You say.
        
        “And its got working electricity?” Archer asks.

        “Yeah, heaters, lights, kitchen appliances. You name it and it’ll work at home.” You say.

        “I have to hand it to ya bro, that’s pretty amazing, and all this in what, four years?” Your brother says with a laugh.

        “Three actually.” You say, lowering your head. Twilight notices this and gives you another little kiss.

        “Wow, that long? It feels like it’s been longer.” Archer says.

        “Yeah. So has anything changed with you Archer?” You ask.

        “Not really, I’m still working at that furniture shop. As you can see we had to move.”

        “I was going to ask about that, how long ago?” You ask.

        “About six months after you left. It was too big for just the two of us, so we found this place and moved in.”

        “Hmm..” You try to retreat to your thoughts, but are violently taken back by your brother.

        “Hey! No! No more falling back to your thoughts. I thought you grew out of that phase.” Your brother says, pretty much standing at this point.

        “Sorry, I was thinking about....” You trail off.

        “About?” Your brother says with a tease in his voice.

        “About father.” You say. Both your brother and mother look at each other.

        “What about him?” Your mother asks.
        
        “I was wondering if we should head to his grave, pay our respects.” You ask, a more serious tone taking over.

        “Yes, we should do that.” You brother pipes up.

        Your mother looks between you and your brother and nods. Twilight shifts awkwardly beside you; you look over to her with a look of concern on your face. She gives you a reassuring smile and settles. Your brother stands and trots over to the kitchen, returning with his bag. 

        “I’m ready to head out,” He looks over at Twilight. “You’re welcome to come if you’d like.”

        “Sure, I’ll come.” Twilight says, standing.

        You stand beside her and glance over to your mother. She stands and gives a little stretch, preparing for the walk. You look around the room, scanning all the ponies present. Twilight seems a little uneasy to be in the middle of the family situation, but you can’t really blame her- this was all thrust upon her. There’s an awkward moment of no movement before your brother makes a move for the door. You wait for your mother to pass before you signal Twilight to walk ahead of you.

        As you exit the house the cold sting comes back, biting at your coat. You close the door behind you and take a deep breath, your lungs feeling like they’ve just turned to ice. You wince slightly before catching up with Twilight and the others. She looks as if she’s fighting to stay warm. The temperature outside dropped considerably from when you arrived at your brother’s house. It felt like there was a large snow storm coming. You trot closer to Twilight, to keep her warm, and to try and warm yourself up. She looks over and smiles at you, letting out a little blush. You return the smile and look forward. Your brother looks back at you and chuckles, giving you a smirk and a wink.

        The streets of Fillydelphia are busy. A vast range of ponies roam the streets, high class ponies, middle class ponies, and poorer ponies; Fillydelphia was good for that, have all walks of life blend seamlessly. The streets are abuzz with chatter, laughter and shouting. The cold seemed to have no effect on the passing ponies. They all seem to shrug off the biting cold. You trot a little closer to Twilight, your coat brushing up against hers. You feel a pressure on your left side, you look over and see she’s leaning on you, letting a large smile escape. You lean over and plant a tender kiss on her cheek.

        As the buildings and ponies of Fillydelphia become more and more scarce, you notice large black iron bars coming closer.

        “We’re getting closer.” Twilight says, she lets out a shiver as she says this.

        “Yeah, and we’re going to have to go further, he’s buried at the far end, under a great elm tree.” Your mother says.

        You nod and let out a deep breath. Your nerves are going crazy; something about this cemetery didn’t sit well with you, it always scared you as a foal. As the large black gate passes you, you notice there is a dead silence, and there’s no wind; no movement. Almost as if time itself has stopped inside the walls of this place. You take a deep breath and pick up the pace.

        “Are you alright?” Twilight asks, her words echoing.

        “Y-yeah.... I just don’t like this place, it’s always scared me, even as a foal.” You say, visibly shaking.

        “It’ll be alright, there’s nothing here that’ll hurt you.” Twilight says, her words soft like silk.

        “I know... I just don’t like being around the dead. It’s unsettling.” You say, letting out a heavy sigh and stopping in your tracks.

        Twilight comes up beside you and gives you a nuzzle. You can feel the sides of your mouth begin to curl up. You look up at Twilight with heavy eyes. She stares back and plants her lips upon yours, holding the feeling for a few seconds before releasing with a warm, friendly smile.

        “Come on, you’ll be fine.” Twilight says. You look up and smile, continuing the trot to your father’s resting place.

        The cemetery is very flat; there aren’t any large hills, or features that make it stand out. Almost all the headstones are the same as well, the only feature that stood out was the massive elm tree that stood in the middle of the graveyard. The path wraps around its base, and rows of headstones lined the opposite side of this great tree. Your brother and mother go around the tree to the right side, topping at a grave that was solid white. You and Twilight come up beside the pair, looking down at this stone that was sticking out of snow. 

        The details on the stone are hard to make out, but after a moment of trying to adjust your gave so you can see it, you make out your father’s name and the date of his death. You also make out a small message.

        “Loving husband and father,” Twilight says aloud, she then looks over to your mother. “Miss, you have my sympathy.” Her tone bleeding with sympathy.

        “Why thank you Twilight.” Your mother says, not looking away from the grave.

        “Dad. I didn’t see you much, but when I did, I really enjoyed your company. It’s a shame you left us so early. We all know you weren’t a saint, but we all wish you were still here.” Your brother says, sounding choked up.

        You look to him, feeling a knot form in your own throat. Even though he wasn’t around much when you were growing up, he was still your father, and you still loved him. The sting of tears are brought to your eyes as you think of him. He wasn’t the most present father, but when he was around, he brought you joy; either in gifts, or tales of the great Canterlot.

        Your family stand silently in front of his grave. Not a sound can be heard, not even the buzz of the city. As the cold begins to wrap around you again, you let out a shiver. Twilight trots over and nuzzles you, bringing her warmth.

        “It’ll be okay, I promise.” Twilight whispers. You let out a small, weak smile.

        “Come on, let’s head back.” Your brother says. He pulls out a small white rose and places it in front of the tombstone.

        You look up at the skies beginning to clear up, letting the sun’s rays shine down. You turn and begin to walk back to the house, Twilight at your side. Your thoughts begin to flow again, this time thoughts of the future, a future with Twilight. 
        
        “Hey Twilight,” You pause for a moment. “What does this mean?” Twilight gives you a look of utter confusion.

        “What does what mean?” She asks.

        “You and I. I mean, you met my family, you’ve seen my father’s grave, so you know none of this is fake. What does that mean for us? You said you would only forgive me if I proved that it wasn’t fake.” You explain.

        “Well, I guess it means you’re forgiven.” Twilight smiles. You return the gesture.

        “So, we’re all hooves into now.” You say with a chuckle.

        “Yeah, we are.” Twilight smiles and places a hoof on your shoulder, stopping you dead. You look over and she plants her lips on yours, pushing into the kiss.

        You push back, feeling something dance across your lips. You open them a crack and you feel Twilight’s tongue enter your mouth, pushing against yours. The taste of grapes filling your mouth. You push your tongue against hers, an epic war raging.

        “Okay, calm down you two.” You brother says. You quickly break the kiss and look away, blushing like a mad stallion. 

        “We uh.. We were... Uh.” You stammer.

        “Yeah yeah, just keep walking.” Your brother gives you a little shove and you continue home.

        As you and the others walk back you feel Twilight lean on you, providing you with warmth, and a feeling of accomplishment. You let a large smile take over, letting out all the joy and happiness inside. You managed to fix a broken dream, and you couldn’t be happier.


        Finally, after minutes of walking you made it home. You look back, your brother and mother close behind you. You pause for a second and let your brother enter before you. As you enter the walls of the house a welcoming warmth washes over your body. You give a little shake, letting your body warm up. Your brother does the same before leading you back to the living room. You take a seat on the couch, Twilight planting herself beside you.

        “You remember the Hearths Warming tree ceremony?” Your brother asks, breaking the silence.

        “Yeah, where they dress the great tree in lights and fire off fireworks?” You return.

        “Yeah, well, it’s tonight.” You brother says, a gleam in his eye.

        “I know what you’re thinking and yes, just yes.” You say with a chuckle. Twilight looks between you and your brother in confusion.

        “Did I miss something?” Twilight asks.

        “No, my brother and I used to sneak some large fireworks in. They were always the most entertaining.” You explain.

        “And you’re going to do it this year?” Twilight asks, an unbelieving look adorns her face.

        “Absolutely.” Your brother adds.

        “It’ll be fun.” You say.

        “I don’t know, isn’t that dangerous?” Twilight says, her tone very uncertain.

        “No, the pyro ponies know what they’re doing.” Your brother says.

        “I don’t know, there could be a slip-up.” Twilight says, retreating in her spot slightly.

        You take notice of her retreat and turn to your brother.

        “You know what, maybe we shouldn’t this year.” You say, trying to appease Twilight.

        “You know what, maybe you’re right.” Archer says, realizing what you’re doing.

        You lean back into the couch, looking over at Twilight. She smiles at you and leans in, giving you a small kiss. You bring up an arm and wrap it around Twilight, pulling her close.

        “I think we should still go. It should be a nice sight.” You say.

        “I’d like to go.” Twilight says.

        “Okay, then we’re all going tonight.” You mother chimes in. You nod and feel Twilight lean more into you.

        “I’m going to go make dinner.” You brother says before standing and trotting to the kitchen.

        “So Twilight, what do you do in Ponyville?” Your mother asks.

        “Well, I run the library. Princess Celestia placed me in Ponyville to learn about friendship.” Twilight explains.
        
        “Well, it looks like you’re studies are going well.” Your mother smiles at you; you feel your cheeks start to warm up.

        “I-I guess they are.” Twilight leans over and kisses your cheek.

        Twilight and your mother continue to talk and you can feel yourself starting to zone out.

                                                                 ~*~*~

        “Alrighty, supper’s ready!” Archer calls from the kitchen.

        You shake you head back into reality and notice your mother and Twilight are laughing. You shrug it off and stand. You trot into the kitchen and grab a plate of food, it wasn’t much, but it worked. You trot back out with your plate and sit at the table. It is the same table from your old house, and to be honest, it’s a little big for this house, but it was still nice to see it. Twilight trots over and sits beside you with her plate. The two of you wait for you mother and brother to be seated before you begin to eat.

        After the meal your brother takes all the plates into the kitchen and trots back with his scarf on.

        “Okay, ceremony should be starting soon. We should get going.” Archer says.

        “Agreed.” You say while standing.

        You take a quick stretch before trotting to the front door and waiting for the others, who quickly follow. You open the door and hold it for Twilight and your mother, but you give your brother a playful shove and exit before he does.

        The sky is dark and the street lamps are lit, casting their yellow and orange hues on the snow and ice. The usual buzz of the city is replaced with the chanting and singing of Hearths Warming carols. It is a lovely sound. Harmony where there is usually chaos. As your group gets closer to the center of the city, the glow of the lights becomes more visible. Bright reds and greens lighting up alleyways.

        “Such lovely singing.” Twilight says with a sigh.

        As you come around the corner into the square you’re met with a grand sight. A massive oak tree with lights strewn through every branch and wrapped about its trunk stands in front of you. The array of colors is mesmerizing, almost trance-like. Twilight lets out a gasp when she sees the tree, you look over and observe her, she looks amazed.

        “There’s a clearing over here.” Your mother says, leading you to a clearing in front of a shop.

        All the ponies in the square are sitting, watching the tree. Some pegasi fly around the branches, adding more and more lights. There were only a few ponies standing. Not too much, and those that were standing were singing. You find a spot clear of snow and sit down, watching the pegasi. Twilight comes and sits beside you, watching all the lights sway.

        “This is incredible.” Twilight says, amazement lacing her words.

        “It is. I love this ceremony, it’s so beautiful.” You say.

        “I managed to get a few big ones in.” Archer whispers to you. You grin and nod to him.

        As the singing begins to die down, the fireworks begin. Screaming and exploding, casting a cavalcade of colors across the sky. Reds, greens, purples, pinks, and blues all adorn the sky. Some making fancy shapes and others making orbs of color. It is all so beautiful.

        “There’s one in there for you.” Your brother whispers.

        Almost on cue a massive firework launches. Casting a trail into the sky of little pink hearts, there’s a thunderous boom and all that’s left in the sky is a massive heart. Inside the heart are two ponies kissing. You smile and the display. The fireworks continue without skipping a beat. Back to the colors of the season.

        You see another empty spot across from you, more towards the center of the square.

        “I’m going to bring Twilight a little closer.” You say to your brother, he nods.

        You stand and help Twilight stand. You look at her and give a warm smile before leading her into the crowd. You creep around the sitting ponies and sit in the clear area.

        “Is this better?” You ask.

        “Absolutely.” She says.

        Twilight moves closer and cuddles against you, placing one of her hooves on yours. You smile and lean against her in return. 

        “Twilight...” You start, but pause.

        “Yeah?” Twilight says, looking over to you.

        “I love you.” You say, a blush and a grin on your face.

        “I love you too.” Twilight smiles and kisses you-- a deep, tender kiss.

        In this moment you’ve never felt more alive, more complete. After all you’ve been through, it all turned out alright. Sitting here with Twilight, watching the fireworks and showing absolute love for each other, it’s shown you something. It’s shown you that when all else fails, love will be there to pull you out.

        Because love is the strongest kind of magic.