Lovers under the moon

A loud boom echoed throughout the Everfree forest, making any bird that hadn't flown away already scatter, with the earsplitting noise a dark blue body was flung above the trees eventually starting to fall past some of them until it crashed against one of them, the pony(?) groaned as it got up.

"DAD!" shouted a young lavander filly as she ran towards the tall dark pony, "are you ok Dad? Are you hurt? You're not hurt anywhere are you? Oh Dear Father please don't be hu-" the filly rambled on until a shinning black hoof came to her lips and stopped her.

"I'm fine," grumbled the tall pony, "and again, I am not your father!"

The filly looked at the ground beneath them, just then did she see the ground had been torn up by the other ponys landing, "I know, sorry," she apologized, "I was just, worried, I guess"

"It's alright," said the tall pony, "now where the hell is he?" it questioned while it looked around for the enemy that had hurled it across the forest, "did you see him when you ran over here?"

"No, right after he hit you I ran after you," said the filly in a barely audible voice, "I failed you again, didn't I?" muttred the filly as she stared at the ground and twiddled her hooves.

"Nah, it's alright," said the tall pony after a bit of silence, "that asshole won't take the time to try and ambush me so we'll see him stumbling his way over here, he just ain't as fast as us."

"You know," said the filly sounding a lot more cheery, "I don't think being flung across the sky quite means that you're fast Dad."

"Still not your dad," said the tall pony as it walked towards the direction of its enemy, "and quit being a smartass, you know what I meant."

"I know Mom, it just came out like that since you were talking like a damn sailor," answered the filly, "I know you're better than that, so you should watch your lenguage."

"I'm not your mom either," snapped the rather androgynous pony, "and as far as lenguage goes you're the one that should watch your mouth, what if your mother heard you?"

"Mama won't mind on me picking up on your habits since they're yours anyway," said the filly, a light smile playing on her lips, she always loved getting the pony to talk about her mother, even if it meant it would tell her it wasn't her parent in any way.

"I'm getting tired of playing games with this guy," snarled the pony, "I'll finish it in one strike, but you'll have to step back, and afterwards I'll have to rest so you'll have to hide somewhere," said the pony looking back at the filly, "no excuses."

"I'll stay close-by though," said the filly trying to sound defiant while her voice was breaking and tears welling up in her eyes.

"Fine," said the pony, magic starting to swell up on its horn and lines depicting a spiderweb spread on the floor around it, at the sight of this the filly ran towards the landing point of the tall pony just to hide bihind a tree while keeping the tall pony within range of sight.

After a while, a rumbling sound could be heard from afar moving towards the pony, in its direction a minotaur from Tartarus was seen, much larger than its average minotaur relatives, and not as consciously active, being that its just a beast bred for attack.

As soon as the T. minotaur was within range of the web the line surrounding both the pony and T. minotuar lit up and the pony chanted, "Scorch the earth, VULCAN WEB!"

The T. minotaur roared in pain as the flames that came from the web-like lines on the floor engulfed it, "From Tartarus or not, this will burn your bones to ashes!" shouted the pony.

The beast roared even louder and threw a punch at the pony, only to evoke a shield of what seemed like flames to come out, and burn it with a further stronger flame, melting the flesh off of it, "Look away," shouted the pony at the filly, fully aware that she was looking its way, the filly did as told, and after a while the flames subsided, and the filly came out slowly to find some ashes spread out over the floor, and the pony with some blisters and bruises, just stood there breathing hard.

"You alright?" asked the pony to the filly, "the flames didn't reach you did they?" it finished.

"No," said the filly, barely audible, her voice begining to crack, "you idiot, what about you?" she asked the pony who just closed its eyes, and began to lay down.

"I'm fine," answered the pony now laying down, "no need to call me an idiot, but now, I gotta rest."

"I'm staying with you, you know that, right?" the filly questioned the pony, tears running down her cheeks.

"Will you be able to handle it?" asked the pony, the filly just nodded, "very well, step back for now and wait for a bit, then work your way into it," as the pony finished the filly did as told and stepped back, then the pony proceeded to close its eyes and concetrate and once more flames engulfed the pony, only that this ones seemed calmer, not even following the direction of the wind, this flames were there with a mind of their own, "alright get in before they turn," said the pony to the filly, who did as she was told, slowly working her way until she reached the pony and laid next to it.

Almost as soon as the filly did as she was told the flames began turning black, looking almost like shadows, but still they burned wich made the filly wince a little, only to begin feeling the power of the flames begining to work their way into her bruises and heal them just like they did to the pony, still she hated the darkness that came with this, Phoenix Bath as the pony called this process, and while the heat didn't even faze her she wimpered feeling scared of the darkness.

"Don't worry," said the pony pulling her up to its stomach, "I'm here like promised."

The filly nuzzled up agaisnt the pony, "I know Dad, together forever," she finished before settling down and slipping of into sleep.

The pony opened its mouth to reply to being called "Dad" again, but it decided against it just to let the filly rest.

"Yeah," it said as it rested its neck against the filly, fully surronding her, "since it all began that day," finally the pony drifted of into sleep letting old memories flow back into its mind.