Kingdom Hearts of Harmony

Kingdom Hearts of Harmony

By Steel Soul

Adventure Awaits

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Ponyville...

It had all started yesterday when Rarity, as dramatically as she could, lamented the overwhelming demands of her work at Carousel Boutique to her best friend Fluttershy, wanting nothing more than to whisk the day away at the local Ponyville Spa to soothe her troubles.

Fluttershy, ever the obliging friend, had agreed without hesitation and the day of the spa was set. Though the timid mare wasn’t one to crave luxury, she did enjoy the peaceful moments the spa provided, and if she was being honest with herself…she needed it.

And so, here they were, seated in the serene relaxation room of the Ponyville Day Spa. The soft hum of soothing music filled the air as Aloe and Lotus worked their magic earlier with hoof massages and facials. Now they were enjoying a break, towels wrapped snugly around their manes.

Rarity had been chattering away about the latest gossip she had heard that week and her plans to revitalize her spring collection.

Fluttershy had nodded politely, listening as Rarity vented her frustrations and detailed her ideas. But when there was a lull in the conversation, her keen eyes couldn’t help but catch the uncertainty within Fluttershy’s expression and the way she kept fidgeting with the edge of her towel.

So of course Rarity being the mare she was, couldn’t help but pry softly, asking her friend was anything wrong.

At first, Fluttershy denied it, shaking her head quickly and murmuring. But Rarity, ever perceptive, wasn’t convinced. She tilted her head, her carefully arched brow raising in silent challenge.

Years of friendship had taught Rarity that Fluttershy’s gentle demeanor often masked her inner turmoil. It wasn’t force that would unravel her silence, but patience and understanding. With careful observation and a soft approach, she she knew how to coax the truth from her.

Fluttershy’s hesitance was palpable throughout, the shy mare resisting a bit more than usual. Still…Rarity waited, her gaze steady and encouraging, her words kind and understand, until finally…

“I think…I like Sora…”

“You what, darling?!”

Rarity’s eyes grew as wide as saucers, her gaze locked on the timid yellow pegasus in front of her. Fluttershy quickly ducked behind the curtain of her long pink mane, a few strands escaping from beneath the towel wrapped around her head. She let out a soft whimper before speaking again.

“I… um… I think I… like Sora…”

Rarity sat frozen at the edge of her seat, staring at her timid yellow friend in stunned silence before quickly moving to her side. Fluttershy let out a small "eep" and sank further into the fringes of her mane, her cheeks glowing pink, though she made no attempt to flee. Not that she could have escaped, given the determined look of seriousness now etched across Rarity’s face.

Her mind raced as a whirlwind of emotions swept through her. On one hoof, she was thrilled that her usually reserved and introverted friend had developed deep feelings for somepony—a stallion, no less. It was a significant step for Fluttershy, and one that spoke volumes about her courage. On the other hoof, that very same stallion happened to be someone she herself had been harboring romantic fantasies about over the past week.

Realizing that she had been quite for too long, the white mare composed herself, her usual poise slipping back into place as she carefully chose her next words. She tilted her head slightly, offering Fluttershy a warm, encouraging smile despite the faint turmoil still swirling in her chest.

“Have you told him yet?” she asked gently, her voice soft but tinged with curiosity.

Fluttershy’s ears flattened against her head as she peeked out from behind her mane, the faintest shake of her head signaling her answer.

Rarity had to force herself not to release the sigh of relief that had wanted to escape her, and, at the same time, mentally kick herself for her natural curiosity in all things that had to do with love. “And why ever not, dear?”

Fluttershy hesitated, her gaze darting to the tiled floor as if searching for courage among the intricate patterns. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was barely above a whisper. “Well… I’m afraid to…”

Rarity tilted her head, her expression softening into one of understanding. Of course she is, The mare thought. That’s exactly what I expected. She knew the shy mare’s love life was, for all intents and purposes, nonexistent. Fluttershy had always seemed more comfortable tending to her animal friends than navigating the complexities of romance.

The fashionista’s own thoughts swirled as she considered the situation fully. She could easily use this moment to steer things in her favor, to subtly shift the course of events and perhaps grow closer to Sora herself. The idea lingered for just a heartbeat.

Taking a deep breath, Rarity composed herself and leaned forward slightly. “Why, darling? Why are you afraid…if you don’t mind me asking.”

The shy mare dipped her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “What if… what if he doesn’t like me in that way?”

“Fluttershy, darling, why ever would he not like you? Most stallions would find your shy and elusive nature utterly enchanting.”

“That’s just it, Rarity,” Fluttershy replied, her gaze shifting to the floor. “He’s not a pony.”

Rarity froze, the realization settling over her like a sudden chill. Of course, Fluttershy was right—Sora wasn’t truly a pony. He had been transformed into one by Princess Celestia’s magic to better adapt to their world, blending seamlessly into their society. At the moment, he was every bit the stallion he appeared to be, but only temporarily. The spell, as Princess Celestia had explained, was already on its way to being undone.

“And even if he did like me, he’s not going to stay here,” Fluttershy added, her voice breaking as her head hung low.

At that moment, Rarity felt her own fantasies shatter like delicate glass. Yes, Sora was remarkable—even if he wasn’t technically a stallion in the traditional sense. And yes, if one could look past the differences in species, he had a charm that was undeniably magnetic. But even if someone won his heart, would it truly matter? Could he stay? She had heard enough of his mission to know that his responsibilities extended far beyond Equestria. He wasn’t just fighting for one world but for countless worlds, determined to protect them from the darkness that threatened their existence. And knowing his unwavering resolve, he would see that duty through, no matter the cost—even if it meant sacrificing his life.

Her gaze softened as it fell upon Fluttershy, the timid mare trembling despite the spa’s comforting warmth. The weight of reality pressed heavily on both of them, and Rarity’s heart ached to see her friend so conflicted.

“I thought about this for a long time, Rarity. I really did,” Fluttershy squeaked, her voice barely audible as she wrapped her wings around herself protectively. “I can’t tell him.”

Rarity frowned softly, her heart aching for her friend. She waited a moment, letting the weight of Fluttershy’s words settle in the quiet space between them. Then, with a gentle tone, she asked, “Fluttershy, darling… can you tell me what it is that made you like Sora?”

Fluttershy’s ears twitched at the question, her gaze flickering up for just a moment before drifting back to the floor, dipping her head in a soft nod. “I… I suppose I can.”

Rarity leaned in slightly, her expression attentive and kind, encouraging Fluttershy to continue.

“When I first met him… he saved my life,” Fluttershy began, her cheeks tinged with a soft pink as she spoke. “Those Heartless… they came out of nowhere. I didn’t know what to do. I… I was so scared, Rarity.”

Rarity nodded, her expression softening further as she recalled the memory. “I remember, darling,” she said gently. “That was back when we had first met Sora.” she tilted her head slightly, “Is that the reason you like him, darling?” she asked gently. “Because he came and saved you? As much as I adore a classic tale of heroics—and I truly do, believe me—basing one’s feelings on that alone can be… well, a touch fleeting.”

Fluttershy’s blush deepened, her wings fluttering slightly as she looked away. “I… I did try to write it off as something that would just…pass me by,” she admitted softly. “Maybe I was wrong. I’ve never… I’ve never been in love with another pony before, so I wasn’t sure what it was I was feeling.”

“But…The more I was around him, the more I found myself… drawn to him,” she continued, her voice quiet but steady. “He's nice...and kind. He would, in his own weird way, always try and lift our spirits. He always puts his friends first, even if I do wish he would take care of himself more.”

“That...is an understatement darling,” Rarity mused with a role of his eyes. “If we don't watch him twenty-four seven I'm sure that he would land himself into some kind of trouble or another.” She then added, “Bless his heart.”

Fluttershy giggled softly. “Sad...but...true...”

The two shared a soft laugh before Fluttershy trailed off, sighing softly. She squeaked as Rarity placed a hoof on her shoulder, causing her to turn around.

“Fluttershy… Dear…Maybe you should go talk to him. Letting your dream stallion get away is never a good thing,” Rarity told her, her eyes shimmering slightly.

“B-But I can’t!” Fluttershy stammered, “I told you I-“

“What I heard,” Rarity interrupted her. “Was an excuse made by a mare afraid of her own feelings.” She smiled softly. “I won’t tell you what to do, darling, but it would be in your best interest to get those feelings out in the open as soon as you can. Somepony may just beat you to the punch if you don’t.”

Fluttershy bit her lip, her wings fluttering slightly as her gaze dropped to the floor. “I… don’t know, Rarity,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “I… I’m not sure if I can…”

“That’s all right, darling,” she said softly. “I’m not asking you to rush into anything. But just think on it, won’t you? For me.”

Fluttershy hesitated before gently nodding, her gaze shifting towards a nearby window and out into the blue sky beyond.

~~~

Golden Oak Library...

Despite Sora slowly strolling down the shelves of books, his eyes glazing over the titles, his mind was quite clouded on what had happened the day before. His thoughts, his troubles, all forgotten due to the act of one little shy mare he had walked home last night. Carefully, he pressed a hoof to the spot she had been before, still feeling the warmth of her muzzle against his fur.

Just…what was that?

“Sora! Are you listening?”

The stallion blinked, snapping out of his reverie at the sound of Twilight’s voice cutting through the quiet atmosphere of the library. He turned his head quickly, his ears twitching as he focused on the purple unicorn standing a few steps away, a book floating beside her in the glow of her magic.

“Uh, yeah! Totally listening!” he replied with a sheepish grin.

“Really?” Twilight raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Then what did I just say?”

“Uh… something about… books?” he offered weakly, his voice rising at the end as if hoping he’d guessed right.

Twilight huffed as she gave him a deadpan look. “I was saying the Elements of Harmony had been acting strangely ever since your battle with King Sombra. More specifically, the Elements of Laughter and Honesty.”

“Is that why y’all called us over here, Twi?” Applejack asked, peekin’ out from behind a book she’d been flippin’ through. “’Cause our Elements are actin’ all funky-like?”

“Oh!” Pinkie exclaimed as she bounced excitedly around the room, stopping in-between Twilight and Sora. “Are they gonna come alive and shake their groove thing!?”

“No, Pinkie,” Twilight sighed, pressing a hoof to her temple as she tried to rein in the conversation. “The Elements are not going to ‘shake their groove thing.’” She then turned her attention back to Applejack. “And yes, that’s exactly why I asked you both to come here. I’ve been monitoring the Elements ever since the battle with King Sombra, and something about their magic feels… off.”

Sora tilted his head, his brow furrowing as a thought crossed his mind. “Hey, Twilight,” he began, his voice tinged with curiosity, “could this have something to do with, you know… that fusion thing Applejack, Pinkie Pie, and I did during the battle with King Sombra?”

Twilight closed her eyes, her expression thoughtful as she processed Sora’s question. “It would just be speculation at this point,” she began carefully, her tone steady but tinged with a hint of uncertainty. “But… it’s possible. The fusion you three performed was powerful—stronger than anything I’ve seen the Elements do before. It combined not just their magic, but yours as well, Sora. That kind of synergy is bound to have some unforeseen effects.”

“For those of us who ain’t as quick at figurin’ things out,” Applejack chimed in, her voice steady, “what exactly is goin’ on with the Elements?”

“Well,” Twilight began. “You know how magic is operated by a unicorn channeling their PKE energy into the focal point located upon their forehead, do you not?”

Applejack raised an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly. “Uh… you might wanna run that by me again, Twi, but maybe this time in plain ol’ Equestrian.”

“Okay, simpler terms.” Twilight said with a huff. “Think of a unicorn’s horn like a conductor for magical energy. It takes the natural magical flow inside us and focuses it into a spell. The Elements of Harmony work in a similar way—they draw power from their bearers’ unique qualities, like honesty or laughter, and channel it into their magic.”

“Your horn lights up, and then ya do magic?” Applejack summarized.

Twilight blinked at Applejack’s blunt summary. “Well… yes, if you want to put it that way,” she admitted with a small huff. “Anyways, from what I can tell, the process we unicorns use when we channel our magic through our horns and the way the Elements’ inner magic is fluctuating are almost identical.”

“Twilight,” Applejack spoke up, her tone measured as she picked her words with care. “If what y’all are sayin’ is what y’all are sayin’, are you tellin’ me that if me and Pinkie slapped on the Elements right now, we could use magic?”

“Well…” Twilight began slowly, “not exactly. The Elements of Harmony don’t grant magic in the same way a unicorn’s horn does. They’re magical artifacts, not a source of innate magic. However…” She trailed off, her gaze narrowing in contemplation. “If the Elements’ magic is behaving like unicorn magic right now, it’s possible that wearing them might allow you to channel it more directly. But that’s just a theory.”

The lavender mane sighs. “There is still so much I don’t know…So much I need to know. If I don’t know then…then…How can I…”

“I wouldn’t fret ’bout it so much, Twi,” Applejack said, trying’ to ease her friend’s nerves. “If the Keyblade and Elements are tied together like those two ponies said, I doubt it’s somethin’ bad.”

Twilight’s ears drooped slightly as she let out another sigh, the weight of her uncertainty clearly pressing on her. “I appreciate that, Applejack,” she said. “But the Elements are supposed to be the most stable, reliable magic we have. If they’re changing because of the Keyblade’s influence—or something else—I can’t help but wonder what it means for Equestria. What if I’m missing something important? What if—”

The lavender mare’s train of thought was abruptly derailed as she felt a hoof gently tap her shoulder. Startled, she turned around, only to find herself face-to-face with Sora. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight: the Keyblade wielder had both his hooves pressed against his cheeks, squishing his face into a ridiculous expression. His tongue stuck out slightly, and his eyes were crossed in an exaggeratedly goofy manner.

“Bleeeeh!” Sora let out a playful noise, holding the expression for dramatic effect.

She reared back, momentarily stunned into silence. Then, as the sheer absurdity of the situation sank in, she couldn’t help but let out a startled laugh—a genuine, bubbling sound that she hadn’t expected. She quickly covered her mouth with a hoof, but her amusement was clear.

Sora dropped his hooves and grinned, his carefree energy radiating as he tilted his head slightly. “Looks like you needed a good laugh, Twi,” he said, his tone light and playful. “In my experience, it’s best to roll with what you know and let the future handle the rest.”

Twilight’s gave him a mock deadpan stare. “Are you telling me to just wing it?”

“Works out for me!” Sora said as he pounded his chest.

“Not always relatively well if your adventures are anything to go by,” Twilight said.

Sora blinked, his grin faltering for a split second before he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, fair point,” he admitted, shrugging. “I guess ‘winging it’ doesn’t always go as smoothly as I’d like. But hey, it still works out in the end, right?”

“Be that as it may,” Twilight replied, her tone shifting back to its usual measured seriousness. “I want to keep the Elements here for now and study them more. We need to understand exactly what’s going on before we try anything risky.”

Pinkie Pie’s face immediately fell, her ears drooping as she let out an exaggerated pout. “Does that mean no more times-three fusion?” she asked, her voice tinged with disappointment. “But it was so awesome! And sparkly!”

Twilight gave her a flat look, raising an eyebrow. “Yes, Pinkie. No more fusions for now. We can’t risk making the situation worse.”

Pinkie flopped dramatically onto the floor, throwing her forelegs out as if she’d just heard the worst news in the world. “Awwww, but I was already thinking of cool attack names for the next one! Like ‘Harmony Blitz’ or ‘Friendship Mega Beam’!”

Applejack chuckled, shaking her head as she watched Pinkie’s antics. “I hate to say it, sugarcube, but Twi’s got a point. A little bit of learning might help us in the end.” She smiles towards Sora. “Still, no matter what, I trust Sora and that fancy blade of his.”

Sora blinked, slightly taken aback by Applejack’s words, before his grin returned with renewed warmth. “Thanks, Applejack,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “That means a lot. I’m just trying to do my best, you know?” He blinks before giving the mare a smirk. “Hang on…you’re just trying to butter me up for more work today, aren't you?”

“Now, sugarcube, I wouldn’t dream of that,” she drawled cooly despite the smirk she tried to hide. “But if you’re feelin’ so inclined, I got a few chores back at Sweet Apple Acres that might need doing and I can’t think of another helpful pony that can keep pace with me and my family.”

“Okay okay.” Sora said, raising his hooves. “I get the hint.” he turns toward Twilight and Pinkie. “Guessing thats the end of this little meeting then?”

Twilight nodded, adjusting a few books on a nearby table with her magic. “For now, yes. We’ve covered everything I wanted to discuss today. I’ll let you know of any updates I find, okay?”

“Got it, Twi.” he salutes the pink mare. “Later Pinks”

Pinkie Pie sprang up from her dramatic flop, instantly perky again. “Later, Sora! Don’t forget to smile! And if you need a snack break while you’re helping Applejack, just yell, ‘Pinkie!’ I’ll hear it, no matter where I am!”

“I’ll hold you to that.” With that Applejack and Sora left, leaving Twilight and Pinkie alone.

As the library door clicked shut behind Sora and Applejack, Twilight let out a soft sigh, her gaze drifting toward the Elements of Harmony resting on their pedestal. The quiet of the library settled around them, broken only by the faint hum of Pinkie Pie as she bounced in place, her endless energy undiminished.

“Soooo, Twilight,” Pinkie began, her tone light and inquisitive. “Cupcakes at Sugarcube’s?”

Twilight blinked at Pinkie’s sudden suggestion. She was about to say she was too busy for food but then heard her belly rumble in protest. She frowned before sighing softly. “Yeah, sure Pinkie.”

“Yay!”

~~~

Canterlot

Princess Celestia gracefully lifted her teacup with her magic, the warm steam curling lazily into the crisp morning air as she gazed out over the bustling city of Canterlot from her balcony. The sun shone brilliantly, bathing the marble spires of the castle in golden light, though it wasn’t her doing today. A rare occurrence, but one that carried a special meaning.

She took a delicate sip before speaking, her voice calm and serene but carrying an undertone of curiosity. “It’s not often I ask Luna to raise the sun for me,” she mused, her gaze remaining on the city below. “But every now and then, it’s good to remind her how radiant her touch can be, even with my domain.”

“A rare day, indeed,” A voice spoke behind her. “When the Sun Princess takes a step back from her duties. One might wonder if you’re testing the waters for retirement, Celestia.”

She turned around as a mirror behind her shimmered, revealing a rather old looking creature, one unlike any had seen in Equestira. His tall, slender frame was cloaked in flowing blue robes adorned with stars and crescent moons, and his long, white beard flowed down to his chest. His pointed hat tilted jauntily, completing an unmistakable appearance of wizard.

“How is Lulu holding up, by the way?” the one in the mirror mused aloud, stroking his flowing beard thoughtfully. “Has she been integrating into pony society well? You know how much of an odd one out she was…and that was before her…well…absence.”

"She is...doing better than I have expected, Merlin, considering I was the cause of said…absence..." She looked away from the old creature, doing her best to control the edge to her voice. She would soon turn back towards him with a smile. "She has made quite a few friends among our staff recently, and she seems to have taken a liking to little Sora. I think she sees a little bit of herself within him."

Merlin’s eyes twinkled behind his glasses as he listened, his expression both thoughtful and kind. He leaned forward slightly in the mirror, resting a hand on his staff as if to steady himself, though the motion seemed more for show than necessity.

“Is that so?” Merlin replied, a bit of a sparkle behind his glasses. “Sora and Luna… two kindred spirits, in a way. Both have faced the darkness, though they’ve come through it in different manners. It’s no wonder she feels a connection to him.”

Celestia’s smile faltered for a moment as her gaze drifted toward the horizon. “I only hope that connection helps her heal further,” she murmured. “She’s come so far, Merlin, but I can still see the weight she carries. It’s in the way her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes sometimes…It's the same look I see in Sora expression on rare occasions.”

Merlin’s expression softened further, his usual jovial demeanor replaced with an air of quiet thoughtfulness. He stroked his beard, as he looked upwards. “I see…Even the brightest lights cast shadows, Celestia. Sora’s journey, like Luna’s, has left its mark—on his heart, his soul. It’s a heavy burden, even for one as resilient as he.” He smiles. “Which is all the more reason I am happy to have pointed him in your direction.”

“He…does seem to be doing much better than my last meeting with him.” She admitted. “The girls really are a positive influence on him. I see it in the way he smiles more freely now, without the shadow of hesitation behind it.” She frowns. “Speaking of influence, I take it that Riku being on this world is also your doing?”

Merlin let out a hearty laugh, the kind that seemed to fill the room despite his presence being confined to the mirror. “Oh, Celestia, you give this old man far too much credit,” he said with a chuckle. He turned away briefly, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed into some unseen distance. “All I did was tell him what he wanted to know. The rest was his choice.” Looking back he smiled. “How can one find their light without facing the darkness?”

Celestia shook her head. “Just as clever as ever, I see. And wiser words have never been spoken.”

The man narrowed his eyes at the mare, making her shift uncomfortably. “Yes…Good to see you’re listening to me for once.”

Celestia let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, her composure faltering ever so slightly under Merlin's piercing gaze. “I always listen to you, Merlin,” she said with a faint smile, though her tone carried a hint of defensiveness. “Even if I don’t always act on your advice as quickly as you might like.”

Merlin huffed. “I’ll take your word for it.”

For a moment, the two of them let the silence stretch, the golden glow of the sun bathing the balcony in warm light. Then, Celestia broke the quiet, her voice carrying a subtle hesitance.

“Luna has been asking about who my mysterious visitor is…” she began, her gaze drifting toward the shimmering surface of the enchanted mirror. “You know… if you ever want to come back to Equestria, Star—”

“Ah, ah, Celestia,” he interrupted, wagging a finger her way. “Let’s not go stirring up ancient stars and dusty titles, hmm? Some things are better left in the pages of history. Besides… If your newest student, Twilight, ever saw me in the flesh, I think she might die due to being Star-Struck.” He laughed heartily before giving the white alicorn a wink. “With the way things are progressing, however, that very student of yours might just find out about me one day. If she’s anything like you described, she’s not going to be content with just knowing there are other worlds out there. She’s going to want proof.”

“Something I honestly fear…” Celestia comments. “If I am telling the truth.”

The man in the mirror frowned before it dawned on him, “Ah, I see…It’s not just her curiosity you’re worried about—it’s what she might discover about herself along the way.”

Celestia nodded, her serene facade giving way to a flicker of vulnerability. “Twilight has already achieved so much, and her potential is boundless. But the more she learns of other words, the more she grows to understand whats happening, the more I fear she’ll be drawn away from the path I envisioned for her.” Her gaze fell to the ground as her wings shifted slightly. “I’ve come to love her like a daughter, Merlin. The thought of losing her to the unknown…” She trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

Merlin tapped his staff lightly on the ground, drawing her attention back to him. “Celestia,” he said, his tone warm yet firm, “You’ve taught Twilight to embrace the unknown, just like I taught you to do the same. That is the greatest gift any mentor can give. But part of that gift is trusting her to follow her own path, wherever it may lead.”

The alicorn let out a quiet sigh, her eyes meeting Merlin’s once more. “I know you’re right, goddess above I know but...It’s just… difficult. To let go. To accept that she might find a destiny beyond the one I’ve prepared for her.”

Merlin’s frown deepened as he turned his gaze to the side, his eyes seeming to focus on something far beyond the enchanted mirror’s shimmering surface. “As much as I’d love to keep discussing the 'what ifs' of destiny, I’m afraid I must take my leave,” he said, his tone tinged with reluctance. “The threads of fate are tugging at me, and there are matters I cannot ignore.”

“It’s just as well. There are matters I need to attend to as well,” the white mare said with a smile of her own.

The old wizard nodded before picking up a bag that was nearby. “It’s always a pleasure talking to you, Tia! Call more often, this old coot gets a bit lonely when his best friend doesn’t talk to him more!”

“No promises…” Celestia mused softly. “But I’ll keep that in mind, Merlin.”

The man smiled before giving her a nod and a wave of his hand. “Looking forward to it.” With that, the magic upon the mirror died, returning to its original purpose of just a looking glass.

As Celestia turned her gaze to the blue expanse of the sky, the soft flutter of wings drew her attention. Perched gracefully upon the windowsill was a white owl, its pristine feathers glistening in the morning light. The bird's amber eyes locked onto hers, and in its beak, it held a scroll sealed with the unmistakable sigil of a Solar Captain.

~~~

Sweet Apple Acers

Sora wiped a bit of sweat from his brow as he hoisted a basket of apples onto Big Mac's cart. The late morning sun was warm, but he didn’t mind—He was getting use to it after all. As he placed the basket down with a satisfying thud, he couldn’t help but ask about what Applejack had told him a moment ago.

“So…you’re gonna have an Apple Family Reunion here?”

Applejack glanced up from where she was tying a rope to secure a stack of apple baskets on Big Mac’s cart. She adjusted her hat, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. “That’s right, sugarcube,” she said with a proud smile. “The Apple Family Reunion’s one o’ the biggest events for our kin. We’ve got Apples comin’ from every corner of Equestria to Sweet Apple Acres.”

“Every corner of Equestria?” Sora whistles. “That sounds… huge! How many ponies are we talking about?”

Applejack chuckled, tapping her chin as if doing a quick mental count. “Oh, I reckon close to a hundred this time. Give or take a few. We’ve got cousins, uncles, aunts, second cousins twice removed… it’s a big ol’ apple tree, ya know?”

Sora rubbed the back of his head, his usual grin spreading across his face. "Well, I hope you guys have tons of fun. Sounds like it's gonna be a blast."

"You’re sayin’ that like you ain’t gonna be there, partner." Applejack asks with a frown, a hoof adjusting her hat to look at him better.

"Wait, what? Me? At the Apple Family Reunion?"

"Darn right," Applejack said with a wink. "Y’all are practically an honorary Apple by now. Ain’t no way I’m lettin’ you skip out on all the fun."

The tan stallion scratched his cheek. "Honorary Apple? Is there an initiation ceremony or something."

Applejack laughed, giving him a playful nudge. "Shoot, sugarcube, helpin’ us out here on the farm, sharin’ a meal at the family table, and puttin’ up with Granny’s stories? You’re more then already in."

Sora couldn’t hide the blush spreading across his face, his usual confidence faltering just a bit. "Well… I mean, if it’s okay with you, then… I guess I’ll come," he said, his grin turning a little sheepish.

“Now that’s the spirit! Though I gotta warn ya, partner—ain’t no slackin’ at an Apple Family Reunion. Everyone pitches in, and that includes guests.”

“Oh, yeah?” Sora raised an eyebrow. “What kind of stuff do you have in mind?”

Big Mac, who had been quietly hitching himself to the cart, let out a low chuckle. “Plenty o’ work…Cookin’, servin’, cleanin’, settin’ up games…”

“And lets not forget the workload games like hay bale toss, the apple pie contest, and the good ol’ tug-o’-war,” Applejack added with a sly grin. “Think ya can keep up?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve faced monsters, Heartless, and even giant Titans. How hard could a reunion be?”

Applejack laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “We’ll see about that, hero. Just make sure you’re ready—Apples don’t mess around when it comes to family fun.”

“You talkin’ about the Apple Family Reunion?” came the unmistakable voice of a familiar yellow filly, her southern twang cutting through the conversation like a bright ray of sunshine. Apple Bloom trotted up to the group, her red bow bouncing with each step, her wide eyes sparkling with excitement. She turned her gaze to Sora and beamed. “Wait, Sora! Are ya comin’ to the reunion too?”

Sora chuckled, caught off guard by her enthusiasm but quickly matching her energy. “Sounds like it! Applejack said I’d get to help out and join in on the fun.”

Apple Bloom’s heart began to race, a faint blush creeping onto her yellow cheeks as the realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. This is it, she thought. Her friends and family were going to see her spending time with Sora—the stallion she’d been harboring the biggest crush on. The idea both thrilled and terrified her.

As she stood there, her gaze fixed on Sora’s easygoing grin, her mind raced. What better place could there be? The Apple Family Reunion would be perfect—fun, games, good food… and maybe… just maybe… the perfect moment to tell him how I feel.

Her legs felt a little wobbly as she tried to muster the courage to say something—anything—but the words got caught in her throat. She quickly looked down, pretending to inspect the ground, as her heart thumped so loudly she was sure Applejack and Big Mac could hear it.

“Apple Bloom?” Sora’s voice cut through her thoughts, gentle and curious. “You okay?”

She snapped her head up, her blush deepening as her wide eyes met his. “Huh? Oh, yeah! I-I’m fine!” she stammered, her voice a bit higher-pitched than usual. “Just, uh… thinkin’ ‘bout how fun it’s gonna be to show ya around at the reunion, that’s all!”

Applejack raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Instead, she turned to Sora with a playful smirk. “Well, ya got yourself quite the guide, Sora. Apple Bloom’s gonna make sure you don’t miss a thing.”

“That’s good to know,” Sora replied warmly, his smile as bright as ever. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Apple Bloom’s heart fluttered at his words, and she couldn’t stop the shy smile that spread across her face. He’s looking forward to it… maybe he’ll look forward to… us?

She quickly shook the thought from her mind, realizing she was staring a little too long. “A-Alright! Well, I better get to helpin’ AJ finish settin’ up!” she said hurriedly, turning and trotting off toward the barn with an awkward laugh. “See y’all later!”

As she disappeared from view, Applejack let out a chuckle, her smirk widening as she glanced at Sora. “Looks like you’ve got yourself quite the fan, hero.”

Sora blinked, tilting his head in confusion. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it casanova,” Applejack said with a laugh, giving him a hearty pat on the back. “C’mon, we’ve still got work to do.”

The stallion blinked again, even more confused as she went on ahead without him. “Casa-what-now?”

~~~

Ponyville Weather Factory

Rainbow Dash stretched her wings and let out a satisfied sigh as she clocked out for the day. The last of her cloud-clearing duties were done, and the skies over Ponyville were as clear and blue as her coat. She rubbed the back of her neck, looking forward to kicking back and relaxing—maybe grabbing a cider at Sweet Apple Acres or catching up on some Daring Do.

As she stretched and made her way toward her locker, she caught sight of Cloud Chaser and Flitter, the twin mares with their signature purple fur and white manes, standing just a few paces away. Their animated chatter carried across the locker area, drawing Rainbow's attention. They were standing close to Thunderlane, the dark-coated stallion with his silver mane, who looked a little out of his depth as he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

“So, what do you think, Thunderlane?” Cloud Chaser asked, her tone teasing and playful as she nudged him with her shoulder. “You’re coming with us tonight, right? You can’t flake out again.”

“Yeah! ”Flitter giggled, leaning in on the other side. “ It’ll be fun! A night out in Ponyville—just us, a little dancing, maybe a cider or two. Don’t be such a stick in the mud.”

Thunderlane chuckled nervously, glancing between the two mares. “You girls know I would never flake out on you for good reason. I had to take care of my little bro that day because grandma was out of town. That and the fact that the curfew was placed in effect, as you two well know.”

Flitter huffed, her hooves crossing over her chest in frustration. “Ugh, don’t remind me. All because of those stupid… what were they called again… those black creatures?”

"Heartless," Rainbow said simply as she made her way to the small group, her tone serious, which was rare for the normally laid-back pegasus. "They’re called Heartless."

Cloud Chaser nods, pointing towards the blue mare. “That’s right! The mayor did call them after everything calmed down here in Ponyville.” She frowns. “They looked adorable but…they felt…I don’t know…wrong?”

“Yeah, adorable until they started chasing ponies around town.” Flitter shuddered. “Those glowing yellow eyes? Ugh, no thanks. Gives me the creeps just thinking about it. Enough about those monsters, though,she fliped her mane back with a practiced motion, smiling at her friends. “Mayor Mare said we won’t be seeing any more of them, and we’ve got extra guards stationed here now for protection. So no need to be scared and stuff, Thunderlane.” She pouted dramatically, leaning in closer. “Unless… you don’t want to hang out with us anymore.”

“Whoa, whoa! I never said that!” The stallion defended himself.

Cloud Chaser smirked. Then it’s a date,” she said confidently, clopping hooves with her sister in victory.

Thunderlane groaned, muttering, “You two are impossible…”

Cloud Chaser ignored him, turning her attention to Rainbow Dash with a sly grin. “Hey, wanna join us? We promise not to make you feel like a fourth wheel. Could be fun.”

“Actually… I’ve got something I’m doing later,” The rainbow maned mare admitted.

“Something? What kind of something? You’re not just making an excuse, are you?”

Rainbow smirked, flicking her tail as she leaned casually against a nearby locker. “Pfft, as if. I’m actually meeting up with So-I mean somepony. Yeah. Plans already made and stuff.”

“Ohhh?” Cloud Chaser muses. “Now this sounds interesting.” She leaned in closer, her grin turning downright mischievous. “Who are you meeting?”

Flitter giggled, joining in. “Yeah, who’s this somepony you’re meeting? Don’t tell me Rainbow Dash has a secret date!”

“What? No! It’s not like that!” Rainbow turned her head slightly, her cheeks gaining a faint tinge of pink. “It’s just training, alright? That’s all.”

“Training with who, exactly?” Cloud Chaser pressed, clearly enjoying Rainbow’s flustered reaction.

“Oh! Is it that stallion that we had that whole thing for?” Flitter asked. “You know. The one who saved Ponyville? Pretty sure his name started with a So.”

“It did! I think it was along the lines of…hmmm…Sora?” Cloud Chaser turned to her sister. “Is that right?”

“Ugh! Yes, okay? It’s Sora.” Rainbow admitted, frowning at the mares. “ I’m meeting up with Sora for some training. Happy now?”

“Look like we were right on the bit.” Cloud Chaser teased. “The hero of Ponyville then? The guy with the Keyblade? Now this is getting interesting.”

“Indeed. “Flitter agreed with a curt nod before turning to Rainbow again, “So is this like… hero training? Or maybe hero bonding?”

“It’s not like that!” Rainbow hissed. “He’s just really good at fighting, and I need to stay in top shape in case the Heartless come back. That’s it!”

Cloud Chaser arched an eyebrow, her grin not faltering. “Sure, Dash. Whatever you say. But you’re blushing an awful lot for it to just be training.”

“I am not blushing!” Rainbow snapped, crossing her forelegs as she floated mid-air. “It’s hot out, that’s all. You two are just making stuff up in your heads.” She slammed her locker shut. “Anyway! Gotta go! Later!”

The trio watched as Rainbow Dash zipped out the door in a blur of colors, leaving the locker room noticeably quieter. The faint sound of her wings flapping could still be heard for a moment before fading entirely.

Thunderlane sighed, shaking his head as he turned to the twin mares. “You two know she’s gonna get you back for this, right? And it’s probably not gonna be pretty.”

Cloud Chaser shrugged, her grin unapologetic. “Oh, we know. But come on, Thunderlane. It’s Rainbow Dash. Messing with her is half the fun of working here.”

“Exactly!” Flitter nodded in agreement, her own grin matching her sister’s. “Besides, it’s not like she doesn’t deserve it with the amount of pranks we’ve been subjected to.”

The girls giggled like school fillies, all the while Thunderlane could only sigh, feeling nothing but pity for the poor rainbow maned mare.

~~~

Outside Ponyville Spa

Two exited the spa, the soft glow of the afternoon sun washed over them. The gentle hum of Ponyville's daily life surrounded them, blending seamlessly with the calming aftereffects of their treatments. Rarity, ever the picture of poise and sophistication, trotted gracefully beside Fluttershy, who moved with her usual timid air, her wings tucked close to her sides.

Rarity paused briefly, lifting a freshly polished hoof and admiring it in the light. The sparkling finish reflected the sunlight beautifully, causing her to smile with satisfaction. "Aloe and Lotus have truly outdone themselves this time," she remarked, her voice carrying a note of admiration. "Simply divine, wouldn't you agree, Fluttershy?"

"Yes… it was lovely," she murmured, though her voice lacked its usual warmth. Her mind was elsewhere, caught in a swirling storm of thoughts and uncertainties that made the afternoon sun feel distant, its warmth muted.

Rarity’s sharp gaze flicked to her friend as they resumed their leisurely pace through Ponyville. Though outwardly serene, the unicorn’s mind was already abuzz with curiosity and concern. She knew Fluttershy too well to miss the signs of her inner turmoil—the downcast gaze, the hesitant replies, the way she fidgeted ever so slightly with the edge of her wing.

"Fluttershy, darling," Rarity said softly, her tone laced with gentle insistence as she turned her head to look at the pegasus. “Are you okay? I do hope I didn’t upset you too much with our talk about…well…you know who.”

The timid mare froze mid-step, her breath hitching slightly at Rarity’s words. Her wings fluttered softly at her sides, betraying the nervous energy she was trying to suppress. For a moment, she didn’t reply, her gaze fixated on the path beneath their hooves as though the dirt itself might offer her some sort of escape.

Rarity, ever perceptive when it came to the shy mare, slowed her pace and stepped closer, tilting her head to try and meet Fluttershy’s gaze. “Darling, I meant no harm, truly. If my prying was too much, you need only say so, and I’ll not bring it up again. But…” She hesitated. “I just want to make sure you are happy.”

“I know you mean well, Rarity,” The yellow mare said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “And I really do appreciate it. It’s just… I’m not sure what to do.”

She gave Fluttershy’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, her tone growing even more earnest. “Just follow your heart, Fluttershy. You’ve already realized who you like—all you have to do now is act on it. Whether that means telling him how you feel, spending more time with him, or even just giving him a little hint… it’s up to you. But whatever you decide, I know you’ll find the right way.”

Her wings twitched slightly as her cheeks flushed as she absorbed Rarity’s words. A part of her still felt overwhelmed by doubt, no matter how she felt.

“Rarity! Fluttershy! Yoohoo~!”

Both mares turned to see Pinkie Pie bouncing energetically toward them, her signature grin as wide as ever and her curly pink mane bouncing with every hop. Beside her trotted Twilight Sparkle, her pace more measured but her eyes bright with curiosity.

“Ah, Pinkie, Twilight!” Rarity called back, straightening her posture with a graceful flick of her mane. She offered the approaching pair a warm smile, though her keen gaze flicked to Fluttershy for a brief moment, silently checking on her friend.

Pinkie skidded to a halt in front of them, her boundless energy radiating as she leaned in slightly. “Whatcha talking about? Something super-duper important? Ooh, is it about a surprise party? Because if it is, don’t worry, I won’t ruin it! Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!” She finished her signature promise with an exaggerated motion, complete with a hoof covering her eye.

Twilight rolled her eyes with a fond smile as she caught up to Pinkie. “I’m pretty sure they weren’t planning a surprise party, Pinkie,” she said, her tone lightly teasing before turning more curious. “But you two did look pretty deep in conversation. Is everything all right?”

Fluttershy’s wings gave a nervous flutter, and she instinctively ducked slightly behind her mane. “Oh, um, yes,” she said quickly, her voice as soft as ever. “We were just… talking about, um…” She trailed off, glancing toward Rarity for help.

Rarity, ever the picture of composure, stepped in smoothly. “Oh, nothing too pressing, darling. Just some friendly advice and sisterly bonding, as one does.” She waved a hoof dismissively, her smile poised and charming. “How are you two faring this fine afternoon?”

Twilight nodded, her expression warm as she adjusted her saddlebags with a touch of magic. "We’re doing fine, thanks. We just grabbed a quick bite to eat at the café, and we saw you two heading this way not too long after. I’m guessing you had a nice time at the spa?"

Rarity beamed at the question, her polished hooves and perfectly styled mane practically glowing in the afternoon light. "Oh, it was absolutely splendid, darling. Aloe and Lotus worked their usual magic, and I must say, I’m feeling positively rejuvenated. Isn’t that right, Fluttershy?"

Fluttershy offered a small nod, her soft smile peeking out from behind her mane. “Yes, it was… relaxing,” she said, her voice gentle but sincere. Though her mind was still partially occupied by her earlier conversation with Rarity, the calming effects of the spa lingered in her posture.

“Sorry we couldn’t have joined you.” Twilight tells them. “I think I could have used a bit of relaxation myself."

Rarity’s eyes lit up at Twilight’s comment, and a delighted smile spread across her face. “Oh, next time, I’ll be sure to invite all of you,” she said warmly, her voice carrying her usual enthusiasm. “We’ll make it a proper girls’ day out. Hooficures, massages, facials—everything! It’ll be simply divine.”

“Glittery hooficures, bubble baths, and maybe even a mud mask!” Pinkie muses. “Oh! You think that Sora would want to join?”

Rarity blinked, momentarily thrown off by Pinkie’s sudden suggestion, but quickly recovered her composure. “Sora? At the spa?” she repeated, her tone a mixture of amusement and disbelief. “Darling, while I can imagine many scenarios in which Sora might enjoy himself, I don’t believe an afternoon of facials and hooficures would be at the top of his list.”

Pinkie Pie gasped dramatically, her hooves flying to her cheeks. “What?! But why not? Who wouldn’t love a mud mask? It’s squishy and relaxing and—” she paused, her eyes sparkling mischievously—“perfect for hiding in if you’re on a super-secret stealth mission! You think he’d love it!”

Before Rarity could begin listing all the ways Pinkie’s idea was entirely misguided, her words caught in her throat as her sharp eyes spotted a sudden commotion. Her smile faded, replaced by concern as she saw a familiar purple and green dragon sprinting toward them at full speed.

“Spike?” Rarity said, tilting her head slightly as she observed the young dragon. But the usual cheerful energy she reserved for Spike was absent, replaced by a growing unease. Something wasn’t right.

The dragon’s short legs churned furiously beneath him, his claws clutching a scroll tightly as he weaved through the ponies on the busy street. His face was etched with panic, his eyes wide and darting frantically.

“Rarity! Twilight! Girls!” he called, his voice strained from the effort of running. “I’ve got—pant—a message—from Princess Celestia!”

Twilight’s ears perked up instantly at the mention of the princess, and her expression shifted to one of alarm. She stepped forward to meet Spike as he stumbled to a halt in front of the group, gasping for breath and leaning forward with his claws on his knees.

“Spike, what is it?” Twilight asked urgently, her voice steady despite the growing knot of worry in her chest. “What does the princess need?”

Spike held up a claw to signal her to wait as he took a moment to catch his breath. “It’s… it’s something big,” he said between pants. “She told me to bring this to you right away.” He held out the scroll with shaking claws, his wide eyes meeting Twilight’s.

Twilight didn’t hesitate. Her magic enveloped the scroll, unrolling it quickly as her friends gathered around her, their expressions mirroring her concern. Rarity glanced at Fluttershy, who had shrunk slightly behind her mane, her wings twitching nervously as Twilight began to read to herself.

After a moment, the mare lowered the scroll, frowning. “We need to find Sora.”