Little Lyra and You

Chapter Seven: Confessions

You stare up at Luna for a moment, considering your options. But the one that seemed to stand out the most to you also seemed the most practical.

“I-I’ll stay here with you. I’ll wait for Lyra.” You say extending your hand to meet her’s but you stop just inches away. “On on condition.” You say. Luna, the frustration obvious in her eyes, folded her arms.

“I’m listening.” She said.

“I want to be able to know where Lyra is until she joins us here. That’s all else I ask from you.” You say. She looked up to the sky that was dotted with beautiful swirls, mulling it over, though she had already made up her mind.

“Deal.” She said meeting you halfway. You immediately felt your hand heat up. Smoke rose from your palm and you could smell the sickening smell of your skin burning. You let out a sharp squeal of pain and tried to pull your hand away, but Luna’s grip was like iron.

“Shhh, it’s okay. The pain will come to pass.” She said. The burning passed up your arm and into your chest. Not too long afterward enveloping your entire body. you grit your teeth against the pain, but your strength was failing. You felt yourself drop to your knees and a few moments later she released your hand and the pain began to subside.

Your vision began to return and the buzzing in your ears began to subside. You straightened your back to look up at Luna who looked down at you with a pained smile. She crouched down and gazed into your eyes.

“It’s the only way to guarantee that the real world won’t try to take you back. When you awaken, I will teach you how to alter the fields, but until then, rest.” She said. She drew her finger across your forehead and you collapsed into a heap on the ground.

Lyra trotted through the knee high grass on a long stretch of rolling hills. She had been walking in one direction for a long time. For how long, she didn’t know. Hours, days, weeks, she didn’t know. But seen hadn’t seen a single pony, and worse, she hadn’t seen Michael. He had sworn to always be there for her, but he wasn’t here now, and it scared her.

She didn’t know why she felt fear in this empty field. It wasn’t the thought that something was watching her, or that she was alone. She had been alone for a large portion of her life. Even Bon Bon wasn’t always there for her. Going out of town for, ‘Bake Sales,’ and, ‘Confectioners Conventions,’ in Canterlot even though she knew she was just trying to get away from her.

She knew she could be annoying, but it seemed like the ponies around her only tolerated her, and only just that much.

“Hello Lyra.” A voice said behind her. She whipped around quickly to find the source. Behind her stood a tall, light blue pony with a dark blue mane with white streaks.

“W-who are you?” She asked, not recognizing the face of the pony behind her.

“I, it’s me, Michael.” The pony said.

“M-Michael. But, h-how are you, how can you, whaa?” She asked all of the questions running through her mind at once.

“Listen Lyra, I’d love to answer all your questions, but I don’t have much time. Luna’s already pulling me back to th-”

“Luna, as in, the princess?” She asked cocking her head sideways.

“Lyra please, I don’t have long and I have a lot to tell you.” He said, he seemed to shimmer in the sunlight and almost disappear completely before coming back into focus.

“What the bu-”

“Lyra please.” Michael said stuffing a hoof in her mouth to silence her. “Are you going to let me explain?” He asked. Lyra nodded and Michael removed his hoof. “Okay, where to start. Umm, do you remember the car crash?” Michael said.

“Not much of it, but I remember you putting me in your pocket and that was all.” She said.

“Yeah, umm, how do I put this.” He said.

“Put what?” She asked.

“Well, I didn’t make it out of that.” Michael said. Lyra stopped walking and stared at him.

“W-what do you mean didn’t make it out of that.” She asked, her voice cracked.

“I-I mean I’m dead. I didn’t make it out.” Michael said putting his hoof on her shoulder.

“T-then how are you-”

“I made a deal with Luna. She’s preserving me in something called the dream fields, I’m waiting for you.” He said. A tear ran down her cheek that Michael quickly wiped away.

“A-and me?” She asked.

“Lyra, I’m sorry, but you don’t have much longer than I do. How long exactly, I don’t know.” He said. Lyra broke the eye contact and let her head sag. “I’m sorry Lyra.” He said. Without warning Lyra’s head shot up and she wrapped her hooves around his neck in a hug that slightly surprised him but after a second her raised his hooves and followed suit.

“Michael, I don’t want to be alone.” She whispered in his ear.

“And you won’t be, I’ll be there watching over you the entire time, even if you can’t see me.” He said. His form shimmered again and and he had to focus extremely hard to stay where he was. “Lyra, I have to g-” He was cut off by Lyra pressing her lips against his. Her tongue danced behind her lips and she debated whether or not to go for it.

“I dont want to come on too strong, what if he doesn’t think of me the same way as I do.”

“Oh shut up and go for it already Lyra, You don’t know the next time you’ll see him. This could be your last chance to do this. It’s all or nothing.”

Michael pulled away from her with a warm smile. Lyra opened her eyes and was relieved when she saw his expression.

“I love you Lyra.” He said. Something stirred inside of her like a weight lifted off her shoulders.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” She said. Michael’s smile widened as he brought back in for another kiss, but before their lips met his form shimmered and he disappeared.