A Bronie's Soul

The last thing I remember before blacking out was lying in a soft, sticky substance as pain shot throughout my back and a filly cried over me.

For the second time in my life I woke up in the Canterlot infirmary with wires stuck to my body in a multitude of places. This time, however, I did not panic. This time I merely sat up and examined the room.

On the opposite wall was an oak wood cabinet absolutley littered with 'Get Well Soon' cards. One was unmistakably from Luna as it had an image of a mother holding her child closely whilst stood in front of a comically large moon.

A small buzzer was hanging at the side of the bed. On the buzzer was a note which read: "If you wake up when no doctors are in the room, push the button."

Deciding to humour them, I pushed the button.

Almost immediatly after, three familiarly colourd bursts of magic revealed three familiar and exhausted mares. Silva was at my left side in an instant and Luna mirrored her on my right. Surprisingly, It was Luna who spoke first as Silva just smiled.

"Mine son! Art thou in good health? Dost thou require any refreshment or sustenance?"

I looked confusedly at her, trying to wrap my head around what she had just said. After a few moments, I answered what I thought the question was.

"Uh... yeah, Mom. I'm, uh... I'm alright. A little thirsty, but not very hungry, thanks."

Luna sighed in relief as her shoulders sagged. She looked a lot less stressed than she had. Obviously her paternal instincts had already kicked in.

Something lightly tapped at my leg, catching my attention. Turning to the foot of the bed, I saw the same filly as before stood looking shyly at me. She had obviously been crying, if her bloodshot eyes were anything to go by, and began to tear up again when I smiled warmly at her.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why're you crying?" I asked. The poor thing was trembling violently with every sob.

"I-i-it's my f-fault you got h-h-hurt." She choked out the words as best she could, but they were still shaking almost as much as her. "If I-I hadn't of jumped after my g-g-glasses, you wouldn't b-be in here."

Ignoring my screaming muscles, I got up to comfort the poor girl. Luckily, this time I checked to see if I was clothed. No point in scarring her for life.

"It's okay." I said, wrapping her in a hug. "Everypony makes mistakes. As long as you learn from them, and they're not too serious, then everything can be forgiven."

"Th-thanks."

The filly stepped back and rubbed her eyes, swaying slightly. She looked to be no more than five or maybe six years old. A slight yawn escaped her lips as she looked up to Twilight.

"Mommy? Can I go back to my room please?"

"Of course, dear." Twilight answered, smiling. "Let me just-"

"I'll take her."

Everyone jumped at Discord's voice, the Draconequus himslf stood in the doorway. He smiled and held out his hand, which the filly took as he lead her away.

"Thank you, Daddy..." and with that, the exhausted filly passed out, promptly caught by a slightly teary-eyed Discord. He looked back to Twilight, beaming with pride, the swiftly teleported away.

"Well, aint that sweet?" Silva stated, smiling warmly.

"Thunder, when am I going to have little grandfoals running around the castle?" Luna asked, raising her brow.

This is going to take some getting used to.