Hard Earned Trust

In the middle of the night, I was woken up by some movement in the house. Curious as to what woke me up this late, I wandered over to the source of the noise. When I got to the kitchen, it was just dad. He smiled at me, and was about to turn away when he stiffened up.

“…Dad…?” I asked hesitantly.

He didn’t say a word. He couldn’t, and I soon saw why. He had a large butcher knife sticking out of his ribs, dripping blood to the floor. Then blood started gushing from his neck, where a unicorn had appeared out of nowhere and gored him. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. In fact, the unicorn who had gored my father whispered something. Then another unicorn levitating the knife came forward.

The first unicorn’s horn started glowing, and I tried to jump to the side, but I was too late. I could feel the butcher knife ram into my neck just as the first unicorn invaded my mind.

It was similar to how Twilight did it, only he had barged in without warning or consent. As soon as he saw my figure, he gasped, and called out for his partner in crime to help him. I didn’t even care why at that point; I just wanted to attack him. As soon as the second unicorn came in, I lunged out at the two of them. At first, they reeled back in surprise. I guess they never killed a pony whose mind could fight back. Soon they started to try dodging. When they did that, I changed my tactics. Focusing on my memories, I called a sword to my side. The first swing struck just perfect- it split the killer right down the horn.

Then I went after the second attacker. He tried to flee, but I willed my mind to seal itself off. I was not going to let this bastard get away with this shit. I let the sword disappear, and focused on putting pure force behind my blows as I mercilessly beat the second killer to a warped and bloody mass. I found the rage I felt when Twilight put me against that construct, and I let it power my final blow- a downward shot that crumpled in his whole body.

That was all in my mind, or so I thought. When I tried to open my real eyes, I found it difficult. Mom was just past the pool of blood that had built up on the kitchen floor. I tried to tell her to get the emergency medics to come, but not much came out.

She wouldn’t even look at me. Her eyes were glued to the floor where dad lay. That’s when I finally saw that it wasn’t just dad laying there, soaking in a pool of his own blood. The killers were just in front of me, and they were just as I had left them in my mind- brutally mangled, and definitely dead.

Then mom turned to me, and finally saw that I was conscious. I tried to speak again, and she just nodded at me, and then took off faster than I had ever seen before.

Once she left, I was alone with my thoughts. First, I tried to call upon the pool of power that I had in store. For some reason, it wouldn’t work. Then I recalled the princess saying that my mental strength was so powerful it could inflict physical damage. I had no idea that it could do this. Then I remembered how I had felt right before I went to sleep. That just made me bitter.

‘Who the fuck are you, fate, to take everything away from me?!?!’ I thought bitterly. I have had enough bullshit from fate with this life, having not started from the beginning as it should have. Then I remembered what Celestia had said, about non-linear immortality. Could it mean that I time travelled? Did I go to the past and tell her something? Is that why the world “blinked” and time changed?

As all these questions rushed around in my head, mom flew back in, and announced that they were on their way. I was relieved to hear that, and tried to stand up to give her a hug. I found the world blackening around me as I tried, and that was when I knew I wouldn’t be getting back up again. When I stumbled back to the floor, mom rushed over to try and help me.

I shook my head as she tried to help me up. “Too much damage,” I managed to croak. Mom looked at me with tears in her eyes.

“We were going to live out your new life, remember?! You were happy! It was so wonderful to see you like that,” she said, tears flowing down her face.

“I know,” I croaked, “I wanted to, but it looks like I’ve got to go again, he he…” I said as I proceeded to cough up blood. “And I’ll miss you. You know, I said I would never trust again.”

“What do you mean, Sky Gear?” mom asked, her tears slowing down, but would likely never stop.

“I mean that I actually gave it to you… my trust…” I rasped, and I could feel myself dying. “I just wish… I could… give you… something… more…” I said.

Right before my world blacked out, I saw a bright light, and a small object appeared. It felt like I had summoned it, but it hadn’t come from the pool of power. It came from somewhere else. Somewhere deeper. Looking at it, it was a small glass replica of a comet, with beautiful flames blazing behind it.

I smiled and said something that I somehow knew to be truth, “Take it, and remember me, for wherever I may be, you shall always have a piece of me.”

The last thing I saw was my mom smiling in sad wonder, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.

Then, for the second time in my existence, I died. My only thought this time was one of hope. Hope that this time, things would turn out better, and maybe I would forget everything. In fact, I had the strange feeling that things would get better, and so I let go of all my tensions and fears, and closed my eyes. I simply let the emptiness take me, just as it had before.