Little Lyra and You

Epilogue

Michael stood alone on the balcony overlooking Canterlot. Luna had offered him and Lyra a place to stay for a few months until their imp juries healed up. He had his hooves braced against the railing. It was still very difficult for him to walk on his own so he'd been using a crutch for the past few weeks and his marked foreleg was covered in numbing salve and was heavily bandaged, but he had gotten off easy in that sense.

Lyra had several broken ribs and a heavy concussion, but the worst of it was that her spinal chord had been damaged and she hadn't been able to move until a few weeks ago. It had been a long, stressful recovery for them all but it seemed as if she was going to heal up okay. Michael sighed and grabbed the crutch next to him and hobbled back into the castle.

He passed several guards in the way back to his room who nodded warily to him. Some of me questioned Michael's mental health on top of his physical. Having Sombra in his head for so long scared some ponies, they believed that maybe Michael would go crazy and try and take over Equestria or something like that. But as he had said before he ended that pony's miserable life, Michael was very hard to break. He had passed every psychological test with flying colors, but still many questioned him, and that was fine.

He heard shouting from his room and he quickened his pace though the crutch impeded him. He came to the door and pushed it open to find several ponies trying to get Lyra to sit down in a wheel chair. "If I don't use my legs how are they ever going to get better!" Lyra shouted at one of the ponies who continued, without any success, to get Lyra to sit down but the stubborn mare refused. Micheal came over and tapped one of the mares on the shoulder. She whipped around quickly, obviously frustrated.

"I'll take care of her, don't worry." He said. The mare grunted angrily and walked out of the room followed by two others.

"I'm tired of all these ponies looking after me like I'm broken or something." Lyra said angrily.

"They mean well you know." He said sitting down next to her in the bed and kicking the wheelchair out of the way with his other leg. He rested his foreleg around her shoulders and she leaned against him.

"Do you think I'll ever be able okay again?" She asked him looking down at the bandages that were wrapped around her stomach and he lower half of her chest.

"A mare as stubborn as you, I bet you'll be doing cartwheels around the palace in a few days." Michael replied smiling. They both laughed for a moment and Lyra wrapped her foreleg around his back. She could feel the muscles expanding and contracting as he breathed along with his heartbeat, a steady thrum agains her hoof.

"I love you Michael." She said looking up at him.

"I love you too Lyra." He said looking down at her. He bent his neck down and kissed the tip of her horn which made her giggle madly ad she could feel her cheeks heating up. And for that moment, everything was perfect.