What I have done.

by Toffer Wilhelm

Rating: everyone
Tags: Tragedy, Adventure, Alternate Universe, Romance
Length: 1251

My first try of writing please show mercy. Also this is not my native language.

Grandfahter is sick. He won't be here long…

This takes time after the elemnts of harmony.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-12 20:30:49 UTC

Chapter 1

   The warm light of the evening sun warmed the metal of his helmet when he ran up the stairs of the old temple his two companions right after him. He was sweaty and was worn out from the fight from before but he couldn´t stop not now. They must reach the temple to stop the evil inside from spreadig. His sword weight heavy on his back and his armour wasn´t helping. The blue mare in the black long black cape was catching up with him running besides him. "We have to hurry! I can feel the evil magic inside growing more powerfull with every second!" Her big magehat flew off and showed her horn.

"I know!" he ran faster. "Do you think we can still stop it?!" The other mare came now closer too. "I´m positive that our force should be great anough to wound it at least!" The pegasi looked akward running but her wingblades made it impossible to fly.

"I hope your right! If we dont stop it here all will be lost!" They came closer to the top and when thy reached the end of the stairs he threw himself against the big stone door slamming one half open and rushed inside. He was stopped suddenly by the force of a strong magic. He looked up. There was it the evil that was a threat to all living creatures. It was a terrifying beast but with his companions on his side he felt much stronger. He shook his head and drew his sword and yealled "For Equeastria!" He ran to the monster swinging his sword and-

"Grandfather!" "Hm?" He looked irritaded at his grandchild. "What´s wrong?"

She sighted. "I thought you were going to tell me about grandma...but that´s just the story dad always told me when I was young." He looked at her like he was talking to a stone. "And who do you think told him this story in the first place?" He pouted. "Don´t you like the story?" She pressed her ears against her skull. "No I love that story but...I know that story already."

He sighted deep and rubbed his eyes. "This story is important to understand the rest of the story child. It´s part of the family history. But I guess I can just skip that part." He leaned back and sighted again looking at the ceiling. "Ok let me start again..."

It was a nice and quite normal day. He got everything he needed at the market for dinner and was now heading home. His green glasses glowed fro the reflecion of the sunlight. A sly grin was on his lips as he walked the small path betwenn the trees which lead to his house way outside of ponyville near the everyfree forest. He was called an outsider and stranger but he didn´t care about that. It was nice and quiet and his plants only grew on special ground and that ground was special. The path was small and muddy and his hooves were dirty from the mud but he was a herbalist he was used to get dirty. And the best thing about getting dirty was that you could take a bath to get clean again. His grin grew bigger on that thought. "Maybe I take a bath outside today" He thought loud as he came closer to his hut. He walked around a tree and...there it was his hut and his garden. Well technically a field of dark salad like plants and some pumpkins but still it was nice. He walked to his front door and stud still. The door was open. He scratched his head. "I´m sure that I closed you mister." Looking around he took a few steps up the little stairs which led to the entrance. Nopony was there but strange noises came from inside. He wasn´t the type of pony who was afraid of things like that more curious. He walked inside and looked around. Nopony in his livingroom either. The strange noise came from "The kitchen?" The sound got louder every step he came closer to the kitchen. It was...the sound of somepony eating. He walked in the small kitchen and saw a mare sitting on his kitchenfloor eating the apples from his fridge.

She had a light blue fur and a light blue mane with dark blue stripes in it. Her mane was elegantly curled and shimmered in the sun from the window. Her flank was big and her cutiemark was a broken clock. He blushed a deep red and his saddlebags fell off and on the floor. The mare turned around and her beautiful green eyes met his. The only thought he has in that moment was: Quick say something cool! "Uhm h-hi?" was the only thing he could say. She smiled warm and friendly and said "Hi"

Prolog

                           Prolog: An old story

It was dark when she arrived at the hospital. She stepped inside past the two big glassdoors and walked to the counter where a white mare with a red cross as her cutiemark sat and read in a book. The hall was empty and it was silent. She really hated hospitals. "Excuse me." The mare looked up "Can I help you?" "Ohh uhm yes i'm looking for my grandfather.." The mare sighted. "Name?" "Toffer Pumpkin" She looked through some paper's. "Are you a family member?" She told her she searched for her grandfather. Of course she was a family member! "Yes i'm his granddaugter. My name is Trust Pumpkin" The mare giggled slightly. "What's so funny?" Trust looked confused. "Ohh sorry hehe it's nothimg. Room 230 on the second floor. He's alone." "Thanks..." She walked past her to the elevator.

Trust opend the door slowly. There was her grandpa lying in the bed, breathing flatly and slow. She walked closer and set down on a chair besides him. His fur and his mane were gray from his age but she knew it was orange with lighter orange stripes when he was young and his mane green with lighter green wisps. She saw it on a old painting.

Her grandfather opend his eye's slowly. "Trust?" She smiled. "Yes it's me grandpa!""Oh how nice of you" He caughted She helped him sat up in bed. "slow your very weak" He puted her hooves aside. "Stop that i'm not dead yet.." She looked down. "I'm sorry" He looked out of the window. "Why are you here? Don't you have a coltfriend?" She looked out of the window too. " No he left me..." "Oh"

There was a long silence. "Say grandpa..." She said while looking on his blanket. "Yes?" "What kind of mare was grandma? You barely speak of her."

In this moment his eye's went sad and he looked at the ceiling. There was a long pause. "I think your old enough now..." "Old enough for what?" Her ears flickerd. "Are you wiling to listen to the story of an old foolish pegasus?" His wings slowly moved. She nodded. She knew almost nothing about his past or her grandmother. She loved him for being alwasy so nice to her when she was a filly but she never met her grandmother. A smile came across his face. He adjusted his green sunglasses his green eyes glowing the same like when he was young. "Then listen closely this is the story of my life and how trouble some it was when I met your grandma..."

                End of Prolog