A Fitting Backstory

by FittingUsername

Rating: everyone
Tags: Zecora, Sad, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Adventure
Length: 11808

This story is of how Fitting's old life has come to haunt him again. But as he goes back to his roots, he also finds out more about the pony closest to him.

Fitting was just enjoying his time of work for the weekend, everything seemed like any other day in the relatively calm town of Ponyville. He just had one of the realizations of how much he loved his life in Equestria.

But his life in Equestria isn't the only story he knows.

And a hidden background can apparently show its dark claws when you least expect it.

Published 2014-02-05 23:20:07 UTC
Last updated 2014-04-26 21:47:18 UTC

Chapter 1

It was a sunny day in Ponyville, birds were singing, wind blowing ever so gently through the treetops and the sound of hoof steps every now and then passing by the house. The town had that certain calm about it that Ponyville somehow, though its decent amount of citizens always seemed to have.

Of course there was the occasional highly stressed times, you never knew if an Ursa Major would come stomping down the town, or if a swarm of parasprites would come and eat… Well everything.

And yet any time something like that happened, it got resolved eventually.
And everypony who had been panicking one day, would just talk of the events with a relieved smile the day after.
This town was really something.

It was a Saturday afternoon. Fitting was free of work at the restaurant for the weekend, he had taken the morning to clean up a bit in the house while he was alone.

Almost the whole house was shining when he was done.
All of it except Silver’s room, and the cellar. Silver had told him long ago that he valued his privacy, and Fitting was not the type of pony who would spy on his roommate. The cellar and that room was Silver’s so he thought nothing of them.

Of course he was curious at times… Many times. But Silver was his best friend, and he wouldn't risk that for a sneak peek at his diary, no matter what juicy stories it might have in its bindings.

Fitting was just considering if he had the stamina to deal with cleaning the windows when he heard knocking on the door.
He trotted over and opened it to reveal Silver shore and one of his fellow guard colleges standing side by side at the entrance.

"Oh, hey Silver!" Fitting said with a smile widening across his face. Though his smile was short lived as his longtime friend showed no sign of happiness, or any emotion for that matter in his gaze.

The next thing he heard gave him a wondering and worried expression.
"Fitting, you’d better come with us."

"We’ve encountered a trespasser in Ponyville" Silver shore said with his gaze nailed straight forward.

"He has been vandalizing both public and private property, threatened civilians and guards alike. We took him under arrest and this is where you come into the picture."

Fitting was confused to say the least, he had no idea who this pony was, and he had even less of a clue as to why he would be involved.

"We’re here"

They were at the Ponyville guard station. Not a massive building, a bit bigger than the average house, but not as grand as the town hall. The house looked very “Manehattan”, so it stood out quite a bit from the other houses in Ponyville. It was colored with a blackish blue color, and had the Ponyville flag in the yard in front of it.

"Soo, why am I here? I have no idea who would do something like that, and if you already caught him what am I sus"--- Silver put up a hoof towards him and cut him off.
"When we got the culprit under control he told us he was here to find somebody"
Fitting was waiting for an explanation.

"He said he was searching for his older brother, though we have a hard time believing his description"

Fittings face went from his previous look of confusion, to a much paler look of chock as he started to understand who could be behind the walls.

"Whatever the name was he spoke, his description was quite exact. I quote 'A gray earth pony, with hair as blue as the sky *he was chuckling when he said that* and a cutie mark with a dirty piece of kitchen wear on it'!"

As he heard that Fittings hind legs gave up on him. His bottom fell to the floor and landed with a thud. His head was aiming straight
at the floor, his eyes were empty, he was completely wrapped in his thoughts at this point.

"Fitting? Silver was standing closer to his friend and with a hoof on his shoulder. His face was a bit friendlier now.

"We’re going to need you to confirm if you know him.

Fitting was sitting in silence for a while.

"I think I know who he is. He said weakly.
"I’ll identify him for you."

Just as he had suspected, there he was. Sitting in a chair, eyes closed with his head tilted down at the table, hind legs crossed and his forelegs in handcuffs at the table. He had certainly grown since the last time Fitting saw him. He had gained at least half a meter in height, his talons had grown big and sharp. His fur was still a dark shade of brown. His feathers had though gotten much darker than the cloud white feathers he used to have, the ones on his wings as well as the ones covering his head. His beak’s edges had been sharpened in true von Quill fashion.

"Yes, I know him"… Fitting had a very uncomfortable look in his eyes. As if he was trying to hold back tears, or hinder himself from throwing up.

"His… His name is Greg, Greg von Quill." Fitting said with a cold tone.

(von Quill)? Silver was sure he remembered that name from somewhere. He was standing in the same room, but the pony asking question was another guard.

"How do you know this griffin?

"He is, or was my brother. The oldest of all my younger siblings."

"Do you know why he wants to find you?

"I have absolutely no clue; I thought they would never bother searching for me, especially after all this time.

"How long ago was it since you were in contact with him or anyone else from the Griffin Kingdoms?

"7 years.

Silver was eagerly listening to every word being spoken. He had his role as a guardian on the outside. But he cared for his friend, and he had no idea something like this could happen, especially to Fitting. Keeping his mask on was a harder task than he had thought.

After about 5 minutes of questioning Silver started to notice the captive’s ears flickering, almost as if he was trying to eavesdrop on the conversation in the room they were in.

He didn’t think much of it though, he knew both rooms have had their walls soundproofed. And when he locked the captive at the table he had a glance at the one way mirror which clearly gave him nothing but his own reflection.

Then all of a sudden the griffin raised his head, opened his eyes slightly, and with a smug grin across his face he said:

"Well there’s a beat I haven’t heard in a looooong time, hello there dear brother."

All of the guards were in chock; they ran around checking if the microphone was on, windows, the door, cracks in the ceiling, every possible way sound could have gotten to the other room. But Fitting’s face just froze in a stern look
!Hello, brother.

Fitting turned to one of the guards, avoiding eye contact with Silver.
"Can I go in and talk to him?

The Major looked at Fitting with an uncertain look.
"Eh I guess so. But we need one of our guards to go with you.
"Captain Shore, you’re hereby assigned with keeping this citizens safety.

Fitting’s face gave of a brief twitch, but Silver caught it.
"Yes sir. Silver replied.

As they were walking out of the door, Silver grabbed the key to the interrogation room. The two of them walked the short distance across the corridor in silence. When Silver was just about to unlock the door Fitting put a hoof over his and with a very low but still sincere tone said:
"Silver, I…

Few were the times that Silver had seen his roommate in such a dragged down expression. Seeing him like that brought out the few bad memories they’d been through, as well as the good ones.

He remembered back to when Fitting had just moved in to the apartment, it had only been about a week or two and he had noticed that Fitting was really down. Like, extremely down.

It had made him think about the choice of letting Fitting be the one to move in with him. When he had put out the advertisement for the open room he had a couple of offers, some of the ponies seemed nice enough, he even had a mule come with an offer who had quite the sense of humor.

Though when Fitting first came by, Silver had just thought it was the right choice. He seemed like a stand up pony with good morals, which he appreciated both as a guard and by his own standards.

But now that he was acting this way, Silver thought that he might have chosen one of those ponies who went around depressed all the time.

He didn't want to have to be around that sort of pony all the time and the thought of maybe replacing him had even come to his mind.

But Silver did not want to be the sort of pony to judge someone just on a first impression. He had made a choice to leave his bitterness behind him. And he knew that to do it he needed to act differently than he was used to.

He knew of sadness, but he did not know what had happened to Fitting to make him this sad.

He collected a few words in his head beforehand and then went to see his new roommate.

He had caught him just when he was walking out of his room, he still had the gloomy look in his eyes. They were in the corridor and Silver was walking towards him, though he failed at the last second to speak, but Silver pulled his strength together and turned around.

"Eh, Fitting?
Fitting come to a stop and turned to Silver.

"Um, yes Silvershore? Is there something you need help with?
"No no, it’s nothing like that. Eh…

Fitting looked a bit confused at Silver before he spoke again.

"Look Fitting. You've seemed quite sad the last couple of days.

Fitting was a bit chocked. And with a more stressed tone than Silver was hoping for he almost rambled out:

"Oh, oh no I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worried or drag you down with me… I, I just, I was..-

"Hey, hey! Easy ok? I didn’t mean it like that.

When Fitting started to breathe at a normal tempo again Silver continued:
"Look I just wanted to know why you’re sad, has something happened?

"Oh, um. Well… No, it’s stupid anyways. It’s nothing that important.

"You sure? You have been really actively moping around for a while now.

Fitting got a shameful facial expression,

"Sorry"…

"Don’t be sorry for being sad. It’s a natural emotion."

"Heh, sorry. Fitting said with a small smile being hinted on his face."

"Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?"

"Hmmmm… It’s a long story."

"I have time."

There was a bit of a pause before Fitting finally spoke again.

"It’s… well, my… Special somepony"…

"We... Broke up."

"Ohh… I see"…

Crap, Silver was hoping this wouldn’t be the case. He had little experience in this matter. His old life in the griffin kingdoms had been packed so full of other events and duties he had never had time to get a girlfriend.
His new life in the guard was not really any better, the guard took up a good amount of time and energy. Though he surely enjoyed life in the guard more.

"Well, um, how long had you been together? If I may ask?"

"Oh it’s ok… We were just about to hit 3 months together. I had moved in with them 2 months ago, but then they said we could use some more time apart…

"That’s why I needed a new apartment. I was foolish enough not to get the point… Though in my defense they never said that we were breaking up"…

"Ok… so that is why you got so down first now?

"Well yeah… I finally got it 3 days ago…. I went to their apartment and caught them in a very intimate situation with someone else"…

"Ohhh. I’m so sorry.

"It’s…. fine. It’s their fault… I… It’s…

Silver could see the tears in Fitting’s eyes build up faster and faster. In the end he couldn’t keep them in anymore, they came pouring down his face like waterfalls.

Fitting’s back legs had collapsed in on themselves, he was sitting on the floor crying out his broken heart.

Silver felt guilty for being what had lead Fitting to feel this way, he was unsure what to do. But he pulled his mind together and walked calmly towards Fitting. He sat himself next to his weeping roommate, then he just raised his hoof and put it on Fittings back.

"Let it all out.

After some time of crying, Fitting had stopped himself, Silver was wondering if it was because he felt better or he didn’t want to cry in front of him.

"How’re you feeling?"

Fitting let out a small sniff.

Hmm actually, a lot better.

Silver could actually see a smile under the wet fur in his face.

"Silvershore".. –

"Look, you’re starting to get me bored with my own name, you could have started calling me Silver long ago."

By Celestia, he was actually laughing!

Fitting pulled himself away from his laughter.

"Heh.. Thank you, Silver, I feel much better now." Fitting said looking at Silver with the biggest smile he’d seen since that pink pony had welcomed him to Ponyville.

"Well you did most of the work you know."

"Yeah, but just having someone who care by my side felt amazing."

"And hey I bet there’re lots of mares in this town who’d be way better for you than one who’d cheat on you!

Fitting didn’t respond directly, he just sat and tilted his head down ever so slightly with the smile still intact.

"Hmm, I appreciate the thought Silver.
"I don’t know how I’ll do in the future, but right now I’m just happy to have a friend like you here.

"Any day.

"Look Silver, if you follow me in here you will most likely hear things about me that even I wish I hadn’t heard"…

"Fitting, whatever I find out about you now will be from your past correct?"

"Uhmmm, yeah."

"And you do remember that the past is in the past right?"

"Yeah I guess, but Sil"..-

"Shh, guards orders."

"…"

"Now, let’s go see what your brother has to say.

…..

"Don’t call him that.

Chapter 2. Old wounds.

Oh look! If it isn't the brother who left our family never to be heard from again, standing right next to the pony who dragged my face in the dirt before throwing me into a dirty old carriage!

Fitting gave a look to Silver, who responded like he’d expected:

What? He was resisting arrest and harassing fellow guards, so I did what was necessary. Silver said as he unlocked the chains across Greg’s wrists

Fitting knew that Silver wouldn't do... too much… Out of the rule book when it came to his job. But he also knew that Silver was everything but fond of griffins.

What was necessary my rump! Seriously, does no one know how to treat royalty in this dreadful land?
Hello, Greg. Fitting finally spoke almost cutting of his brother in his speech.

Look brother, this isn’t the Griffin Kingdoms, so your titles are not active here.

On that note, last time I checked; the von Quills were not of regal blood, especially considering that the Griffin Kingdoms, despite its name is a democracy.

Democracy! Pfff! We pretty much own the entire Kingdom! Well, not on paper, but we have so much influence that if we want something done our way; we simply make the politicians do so!
And by “we” I presume you mean father makes it so?

Oh… The griffin’s face went in an instant from his pompous expression to a look of sadness.
Right, the reason I’m here…

The gray pony just stood there waiting for his brother to continue his reasoning.

Well Finnith, our father… has passed.

That sentence shook Fitting to the core, he was almost shaking.

What… How can that be!? Father is not any way near that age! And even if he were his body had to be in top shape!

Assassination. The griffin answered with a clear tone.

Assa..-

Oh come on Finnith! You know very well that us von Quill’s have been targeted by almost every cult of money hungry barbarians the kingdom has to offer!!!

Let’s see we have “The Shadow Dancers”, the “Silent Wings”, “Blood sky night” Ohh and let’s not forget the ones who actually got him: The “Red Ravens”!

Fitting stood in silence. Taking in all this new information was hard.

H.. How did…
How they got him?
Well this time they tried poison…
But... Didn’t he have…
Tasters? Yes he did… The one who tested his tea was killed as well.
… So why..-

These assassins are not unintelligent Finnith.

They must have had their chemists in high gear making that toxin… Odorless, colorless, and the reason it was so effective; it didn’t have any effect until 3 days after consumption…

Ohh…
Indeed…

There was a long pause between the two.

After the silence Fitting took a few deep breaths, and continued.

I’m sorry about father…
Huh! The griffin snarked.

Fitting gave him a serious look.

Look my condolences aside, you’re not here just to tell me that father has passed. Correct?
… Straight to the point huh, you’re just like him.

Greg had barely enough time to end his sentence before his older brother had charged him straight on. Seeing Fitting tackle Greg like that was one of the most unexpected things anypony could think of. Fitting was a kind pony, who hated violence. For him to do something like that, it would have dropped the jaw of anyone watching.

Fitting’s eyes were illuminated with pure rage as he had his brother pinned against the wall.

I am NOTHING like him!!! Fitting’s shout was near deafening.

Silver had been standing still and quiet for some time now, as a matter of fact, he was almost paralyzed.

When Fitting finally calmed himself he let go off the griffins neck.

Greg was chipping for air as he started to use his lungs again.

Wo… *cough* Wow there.. Heh a move like that, father would be proud to see you right now.

Fitting dropped his head again.

Just… Just get to the point Greg…

Well then. Greg collected himself, raised his chest and held his head high as he recited.

Finnith Starlight Spark von Quill. You are the firstborn son of Unique Spark von Quill and Hilda Miranda von Quill. Therefor you are the rightful heir to the von Quill military defenses as well as the Spark’s Empire of tradable goods.

You have been called to the Griffin Kingdoms, to the Spark von Quill estate.
There you will have to sign the documents required in in order for you to claim your heritage.

There was another pause before anyone spoke again. Then some sound started to come from Fitting. A very mute laugh. Which then grew louder, and louder.

Fitting could not believe what he had heard, which he didn't. After some time of laughter he looked at the griffin who only had a serious look in his eyes.

Oh come on Greg that can’t be right! I might have been the first child, but seriously! Surely father arranged some documents or whatever to change who’d become heir!

He thought he did. Greg responded.
Though when he knew his time was nearing, he had a message from the government saying that you still stood as the rightful heir to all of fathers and mothers legacy. Something about not all the right documents being filled in properly.
And he didn’t get them done in time before his untimely demise.

But… What about the rest of the family? Haven’t you fixed it despite father being gone?

Heh believe me Finnith, we’ve tried. But the political system of the Griffin Kingdoms is incredibly conservative. Had father signed his new will and testament with the right documents with it they would have agreed, but since he couldn’t, you are next in line for the heritage… Despite our best efforts.

Fitting just looked at his brother, he really just couldn’t believe anything he had just heard.
After a bit of processing, he began to grasp the reality of the situation at hand.

But… I… I can’t lead a trading empire! Much less a freaking army!!! You were there when father held his lectures! You know how mad he got every time because I couldn’t learn anything right about what I “had” to learn!

Oh yes I remember. The griffin responded with a tone of nostalgia in his voice.

Weren’t those the days!

Whatever…

Look Greg, my answer is no. I’m not going back to the Griffin Kingdom to sign anything. I would never put a hoof back in that land!

I actually expected nothing else…

Okay Finnith, let’s just make a deal then shall we?

You come back to the Griffin Kingdoms with me, you then sign the documents, after that we simply go to our legal attorney and you can sign the heritage over to me.

I’ll take care of the Spark von Quill emporium and you will never have to be bothered by us ever again.

Fitting stood in silence yet again. You could almost hear his thoughts rushing through his brain.
He took a deep breath and used it to form an equally large sigh.

Ahh look Greg, this is just… Way too much to take in in one day… I’m going to need some time to sort all of this out…
Huh you think you need some time out!? I have flown around this damned continent for 2 weeks trying to find you!!!
You have really made yourself hard to find!

Ok, so we both need some time to rest. Fitting said bluntly.

Do you have anywhere to stay when you’re here?

Huh, I guess I might as well check in to a hotel if you’re going to take long.

You there! Ruthless guard! Where can I find the nearest 5 stars?

Silver just kept his silence. He looked a bit as if he had seen a ghost.

Well hello??? You know I’m talking to..-

There are no 5 star hotels in Ponyville Greg, there’s a bed and breakfast run by… Berry Punch and Caramel… Look it’s not much but it’s what you can choose from.

Seriously? A bed and breakfast?...That’s the best this place has to offer… How you have been able to bare this place is beyond me Finnith…

Well then, guard, since the issue has been resolved now, I suspect there will be no further need to keep me locked in here.

Silver finally had a reaction to something. Fitting was starting to worry he had hit his head.

Oh… Ehh… Well, we still need you to pay for the damages you’ve caused… Silvers voice was incredibly weak and shaky.

And I’ve told you already! You will receive a check with the appropriate amount of bits as soon as I get back to the kingdom and have access to my account!

Yes… Then we don’t have to keep you here any longer…

Finally some reason! Oh and I have yet not remembered from where I have seen your face. But as I said when we first met, I know your face from somewhere.

Silver opened the door and awaited the two brothers to exit the room.

Hey Silver, are you alright? Fitting had waited to ask that question since Silver had started acting distant.

Silver cleared his throat.
Uhum, yes I’m.. Fine, never better…

Fitting watched him with a concerned look.

... You’re a horrid liar sometimes…

Silver did not respond.

Hey, you know you can tell me anything. We can talk when I get home, I’ll just show Greg where to go to get to Berry’s place.

Ehh.. Sure, maybe. Eh… Yeah I’ll see you there.

Fitting had a bad feeling about leaving Silver like that, but he had to show Greg the way. He didn’t want to just tell him where to fly and have him get to the wrong destination. He’d probably just cause more trouble if that happened. He hadn’t changed much in personality since they last met.

After Fitting had left his brother at the bed and breakfast, he decided to go back to the station again and see if Silver had gone home already. Which he hadn’t, though he caught him right in time as he was walking out the door.

Hey Silver!

Silver noticed Fitting and pulled himself back a bit but realized he couldn’t really run away from him.
Uhm.. Hi… Weren’t you going to lead that griffin to Berry’s place?
Ehh I already did, you do know it’s hardly 2 km from here, right?
Oh, right…
Silver, tell me what’s on your mind! I have enough drama going on right now to deal with your stubbornness!

Eh, no look Fittting, let’s just… Get to the apartment, ok?...

Fitting let out a small sigh.

Fine.

The walk back home had an awkward silence so unbearable other ponies got quiet when they walked past them.
Silver just had to start a conversation on something.

Soo… Finnith?

Hmm? Ah yeah, well… I decided to change it when I moved to Equestria. Was hoping I could leave that name and everything else from that time behind me… It was actually working… Until today…

Oh, yes… Sorry about that.
It’s not your fault…

More silence, actually felt worse than the first one.

Ehh, your br, right.. Ehh this Greg, was he always this…
Arrogant? Nonchalant? Irritating? Yes, yes and yes… As he so delicately put it, the von Quill family is the closest thing to royalty in the Kingdom… And he knew it from the moment he was born…

I see… Sounds like the exact opposite of you.
Hmm, thanks. Fitting said hinting a smile.

No chance I can get you to tell me about your attitude switch huh?

… It’s just… a lot to process in a day…

Hmm, yeah… I know what you mean.

The two of them had made it a bit more than half way to their destination when a peculiar shadow appeared on the ground near them
They barely had time to react to it when it had doubled in size. And as the two lifted their heads to the sky, Greg had already smashed onto the ground with such force it shook the ground they were standing on.

AHA! Now I remember!
Silver Shore! Infamous and one of the deadliest assassins in the Griffon Kingdoms! How could I forget?! Your face is all over the Capital!

Fitting had never seen Silver like he was at that moment, his eyes flipped wide open with an emotion Fitting didn’t even think Silver had, fear.
Silver had taken on manticores, bandit’s, he had even told him about meeting a timberwolf. Yet he had never had that fear about anything.

No that.. That can’t be right! No one there knew who I was!

Heh, some of them do. But you already knew that huh?

And by all the posters and bounty notes on your head, I’d say your group’s leaders weren’t too keen on you leaving.
Oh and not just any group at that! My dear Finnith did you know that the one standing next to you is the most renowned assassin in the group who’s name I bet you remember.

The Red Ravens themselves!!!

Everything then became clear to Fitting. The Red Ravens were one of the biggest assassin groups of the Kingdom. He knew that a lot of “high value” targets would be assigned to the Red Ravens.

Fitting, I…

Yes Greg.

Both Greg and Silver looked at him with a surprised look.

Did I know it was the Red Ravens, no. But Silver told me long ago that he had a background he wasn’t proud of.
And if you remember our own up-growing, I couldn’t really say anything different.

Oh come ON Finnith!!! You can’t be telling me you’re actually OK with being around somepony who’s been targeting your own family for years!

Then your hearing must be getting bad, Greg.

Look, as I said to you before, we both need some rest. So get back and get some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Do you seriously think I’m just going to go back and let a Red Raven continue to breathe while I’m here and can fix that problem?!

You’re not touching Silver.

Oh you idiot, now I remember why father hated you… But I won’t leave this place before that silver haired freak’s heart has stopped beating!

And with the same speed Greg had flew himself into the two ponies, he was now aiming at Silver.
Luckily for him he had regained his mind more than moments ago. He prepared himself in a blocking pose while closing his eyes.

Though when he only heard a scream and a crash, he opened them again to reveal Fitting standing right in front of him.

He was standing on three of his legs with his left foreleg bent up, his shoulder was bruised and bloody.
Greg had landed on the ground to Silvers right side and he didn't look too good.

Fitting wha..-

Fitting was just limping towards the half way unconscious griffin lying on the ground.

When he was standing over him he said, with a dead look in his eyes:

You have already taken all you could from me, I’m not letting you touch the second pony who has ever cared about me.

He then turned around, still not able to use the shoulder he had blocked the griffin with he limped on back on track to the apartment.

You coming Silver? He said with his usual sun bright smile.

Silver was in too much of a chock trying to understand what had happened to say anything, he just followed.

As the two had just entered the apartment, Fitting let out a huge sigh.
Ahhh why did such a day have to come?!
I’m sorry for causing you all this trouble Silver…

Silver was once more quiet.

Silver? Hello? Are your there?

He’s right…

Fitting was a little surprised at the weird response.

What do you mean?
Your brother… He’s right…
I asked you not to call him tha..-
I’ve killed them…
Wha…
I’ve killed them, the von Quills… That’s why the name was so familiar… I remembered it from when I still worked in the kingdoms…
Silver…
I KILLED THEM!!! The corporal, the major, the freaking general!!!
I’ve your family members!!!
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE WITH MYSELF KNOWING I KILLED MY BEST FRIENDS FAMILY?!!

Silver was shouting out of his tears.

Now Fitting finally understood why he had been acting so weird all this time.

Silver… You..
No! I can't! All this time!!! 2 years! 2 freaking years I've lived with you not knowing what I did to your family!!!

Silver’s screaming was silenced when he felt a familiar hoof on his shoulder.
He looked up at Fitting who was standing in front of him with his bruised arm on his shoulder, and with a friendly smile and tears in his eyes said:

Silver, I think it’s about time you hear my story.

Author's Note

Fanart provided by the wonderful iMarieU!

Chapter 3. A life once lived.

Things had quiet down in the apartment. The day had been a lot to take in. What had started as a peaceful and bright morning had turned into very cold, dark night.

Fitting had boiled some tea water; he felt they both needed some to ease their nerves.

He stretched a cup to Silver, who accepted it quietly.

He went back into the kitchen and grabbed his own cup, and then sat himself down on the sofa next to the chair Silver was sitting it.
Long day… Fitting started, with a tone showing he was quite exhausted.
Hmmm… Silver sounded as he had the cup to his mouth.
Maybe we can take this tomorrow, if you’d rather get to bed? Silver suggested, he himself was kind of tired.
No, I… You know, with my memory I’ll probably forget half of what I want to say by tomorrow. I’d really like to tell you this now.

If that’s okay?

Silver looked at him with a small smile; Sure, Mr. Wrong turn.
Ha ha, it was one time…
It was 3 times. So far. Silver said managing a smile as he teased Fitting for his bad direction sense.
Yeah yeah, look we got where we were going in the end right?
Heh, yeah we did…

There was a bit of a small silence as the two of them enjoyed what seemed as the first smile the day had to offer.

So?.. What is this hidden background you have kept from me all this time?
Hmm, I’ve been trying to think of a good place to start everything…
And?
Well, I think the story won’t make sense if I don’t first tell you about my family.
So we’re going to be here for ages?
… Yeah kinda. Fitting said jokingly.
Well I’m all ears, you just start talking when you’re ready. Silver said as he leaned back with the cup in his hooves.
Heh, okay then, here we go…

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It started with the famous, or perhaps infamous family Von Quill.

The Von Quill family was the biggest griffin family in the Kingdom. They were, if not still are the biggest military force in the Griffin Kingdom.

They were a long line of proud griffins with an equally long list of military titles running through the bloodline.

And at this moment in time, my grandfather was the general of the Von Quill military forces, meaning he was the head of the family.

And he was a good leader too. He was talented at everything he did, he was the family’s face out and he was great at manipulating the media.
Was there not a story in the newspapers about the Von Quill’s greatness at least once every month he would announce the Von Quills’ would finance the construction of an orphanage, or a school, he even built a hospital during the great epidemic of the blue flu.

Shortly said, the people of the Kingdom adored the Von Quills.

But of course, nothing stays the same. The Von Quills were still on the top of important families in the Kingdom, but other families were catching up to their wealth.

There was another family of griffins, who were the lead jewel crafters in the land, among other families climbing their way up the ladder to power.

The politicians had always been high ups, but since the last battle the Kingdom had fought in was over 100 years ago, the people saw to them now more than to the military who had little do now.

On top of this there had been a significant increase in immigrants since the victory against the Minotaur’s all those years ago.

These factors worried my grandfather. He was not planning on losing his family’s position or status the last thing he did before his time was out.

But at this time it was highly unlikely that anyone would dare attack the Kingdom. So he saw another way: Marriage.

He himself was already married, but he had his children. My mother, Hilda Von Quill, was his firstborn child. So even though he had sons, he knew she would be the key.

Finding the right family to marry into was though a very hard task. He knew that most of the other griffin families were, like him, greedy. They would most likely try everything to get to the Von Quill’s treasures.

But my grandfather was a smart man. Some would say deviously smart.

He knew that the newly arrived immigrants were having a hard time in the very conservative Griffin Kingdom. Yet one family of unicorns had made themselves quite a name since their arrival years ago.

The Spark family was originally from the vast continent of Equestria. A land well-spoken of since the Alicorn controlling both the sun and the moon lived in its capital.

The Sparks had built themselves an impressive network of trade during their relatively short time in the Kingdom.

Ponies were known to be loyal, generous, and honest creatures. So this is where my grandfather saw his opportunity.
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My father’s family was the Spark’s. The Spark family was some time ago closely related to the Sparkle family. But where the Sparkle family had stayed in Canterlot studying various types of magic, the Spark’s had moved to the Griffin Kingdom, pursuing trade.

My father’s name was Unique Spark. His parent’s named him for his unusual birth.
When my father was born, he already had his cutie mark. A Libra scale with a banner behind it. My grandparents’ were a bit worried at first, this was a very unusual circumstance when it came to foals. Sure some find their special talent much faster than others, but this was extreme.

But the doctors said that he was healthy as could be. And they shouldn't have to worry about his physical condition.

It didn't take long until it showed why he had his cutie mark that early. He excelled at learning the ins and outs of trading and reselling.

He memorized all the lessons his parents and teachers had told him on the first try. When he finished his education it didn’t take long with him in the lead until the Spark’s quite frankly owned the trade market in their city.

Then one day he was greeted by two griffins, both wearing armor with the emblem of the Von Quill stamped on it.

They came searching for his parents; who were on a business errand at the time, they said they had a letter to bring them. He offered to take the letter and give it to them when they returned. To which they declined, their orders were to bring that letter to his parent’s, and Von Quill soldiers never disobey an order in any way.

Luckily the two returned soon enough. The armored griffin’s handed over the letter, turned quickly and flew off.

When father asked them what the letter said they looked baffled and just told him

“We have been invited to dinner at the Von Quill estate.”
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Long story short: my parents were the foundation of the Spark von Quill family; in charge of the biggest army of the Kingdom, and also since their wedding, the biggest trading emporium known to date.

When my grandfather died, the duties of maintaining the Von Quill military fell onto my father. As previously stated, he had no issue with learning.

He had been taught how to be a general, how to finance an army, and how to keep a good position in the media.

How did he do as the new leader? Well… I suppose this is where I come in.
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My birth was, like my fathers, quite an unusual occasion. You see, normally when a griffin and a pony have a child together, their offspring usually becomes hippogriffs.

Yet, there I arrived, my mother a griffin, and my father a unicorn. And their firstborn child was purely an earth pony.

No wings, no beak, no talons and no claws. Just a baby earth pony with a mane as blue as the sky…

My family was worried something might be wrong with me, they took me to many different doctors, yet just like the case had been with my father, I was in peak physical condition for my age.

Eventually, the hunt for my deformation stopped. I’m unsure if they just decided to accept me for what I was, or if they thought it useless to keep looking for an answer.

Unlike my father though, I was born a blank flank. And when I reached an age appropriate for tutoring, no means were spared to train me to take over my father’s place.

It was about at that time when I got my first sibling. Greg.

Greg’s birth was mine reversed. Not a hippogriff either, instead a griffin.

In fact: all my siblings are pure griffins. It was as if I had taken all the pony genes from my father’s side, and all the griffin genes from my mother were split among my brothers and sisters.

Sadly, our genetics are probably the only thing my father and I had in common.

Whereas my father knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life, I had no clue.

He learned how to buy a rock with two bits and sell it for 10 as soon as he was able to talk. And I couldn't remember the right order of military ranks even after 4 months of rehearsing…

In the beginning I was taught by expert teachers that father had employed just for us kids in our education. Though, when finally the teachers had had enough and had given up on trying to teach me, father took their place in being my teacher.

I had private lectures with him once a day 6 days of the week. But it wasn't just one time he completely lost his temper and shouted me out for not being able to learn anything.

Anytime I failed an assignment, forgot the right answers, drifted off into my own mind, he would become furious. He couldn't believe someone as idiotic as me could actually be a direct descendant of his.

All that pressure was slowly building up in me. It was many times that I was sent to my room in tears because I’d failed yet another task.

And as I grew older, all that pressure was building up inside me.

And I’m pretty sure that, if it wasn’t because I had one certain pony in my life, I wouldn't be here today. But, he wasn’t actually a pony, he was a zebra.
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His name was Zecero, he was the head chef of the Spark von Quill estate.

I first met him when I was still quite young.

It was after one of my first lectures with father, it was one of the times my inability to learn had irritated him to the point of yelling me out of the classroom. I can’t remember why I didn't just go straight to my room that time, maybe I was full of thought and wasn't paying attention to where I was going at all.

When I snapped back to reality, I found myself lost, in my own home.

I managed to keep my cool, and I decided to search for my way back.

After walking around for quite a while I found myself smelling an amazing aroma! I started taking faster steps to where the smell came from.

And suddenly I was at the service entrance to the kitchen. I just stood at the door with my eyes closed taking in the different aromas and sounds coming from what to me, was a quite strange place.

I decided to peek my head in and have a look; I wasn't expecting that anyone would see me.

Then out of nowhere, he showed up. He was a big, and muscular zebra. I had never seen anyone like him before. Then all of a sudden he turned and saw me.

I got startled when he did, so I very quickly hid behind the door. Then I could hear hoofsteps coming towards me, I was really worried but didn't know what to do.

Then; all of a sudden, I heard the warmest laugh I've ever heard as he moved the door so he could see me, then he said:

Now, now, don’t be so shy! You little one with hair blue as the sky!

I was quite shocked at his words and tone; I was raised in a high society griffin family. I had been taught a lot, yet I knew nothing of zebras or their culture.

All I could manage to get out were some muffled random sounds.

He just smiled to me and continued:
Now I know everyone here, yet never seen you before, who are you small stallion, what brings you to my door?

At this point I’d collected myself enough to speak somewhat normally.

Ehh, I… M-m-my name is.. Finnith… I was just walking around and then I got lost… Then I could feel something smelling really good, so I came here.
A young one with good taste, pleasure to meet you! My friends call me Zeke, so that goes for you too!

I just stood there, and I think I was smiling.

Now say little one, you in a hurry away? Or would you like a tour of the inside, what do you say?
Oh, yes please!! Oh, ehh I mean… I’d love to, really, but I have to get to my room now, I shouldn’t stay away for too long…

He only gave me another one of his sun-warm smiles and said:

Of course little Finnith, I won’t keep you away. But do you know the right path now? I don’t want you astray.
Oh I… I think I know how to get back. Ehh this is the kitchen right? I could navigate myself easily if I were at the main entrance to it!

Hah! Such big fancy words from someone so little and blue! Now then little Finnith, shall I show the way through?

I smiled and nodded.

The kitchen was not small, nor was it enormous. Unlike the dining hall, this had three tables long enough to sit about 20 ponies next to each other on each side.

When we’d walked through the hall we were at the entrance, and I must have lost track of time more than I thought, for as soon as we were there I met my mother and most of my siblings with her, it was already dinner time without me noticing.

Zeke looked to her and at the sight of her he graciously bowed his head and said:

Ah Mrs. Von Quill, a pleasure bumping in to you like this, may I introduce you to-
Now Zecero, you need not introduce me to my own son! Where have you been Finnith? When you weren’t in your room we got worried!

Hah yeah, we all got sooooo worried. Greg muttered with his usual snarky attitude.

Sorry mother, I got myself lost after my lecture with father… But I met Mr. Zeke here, and he helped me get back on track!

Oh? He did? Well Zecero I owe you my thanks for helping my son in his time of need.

Oh, no no. There is no need to thank me Mrs. Von Quill. Helping your son was the least I could do, and he is a great company as well, so it was my pleasure.

Zeke’s voice had such an immediate change from his rhyming verses, to a much more formal and stiff speech, I had as hard a time getting used to that as his rhymes.

Well then, what do you say Finnith?
Oh, thank you so much for the help Mr. Zeke; I’d still be lost without your help!
Haha, please little blue, just Zeke is enough. Mister is a title that’s way too tough!

My mother gave me a quick nod and started again:

It will only be us today Zecero.
Right Mrs. Von Quill, what about Mr. Von Quill? Should I have some delivered to his study?
No no, he says he’ll eat later.
Okay then, right this way.

Zeke then lead us to our usual dining seats. Farthest edge on the middle table was reserved for the Von Quill family. The middle table was for guests of higher importance
The two other tables were for our more “casual” visitors.

When most of us were near finished, father joined us. And when everyone was ready to go, he told me to stay and talk to him.

It was the usual lecture about how important it was that I learned my subjects since I would become the leader of the Von Quills one day.

I told him I understood and I would try harder next time.

But as we were leaving the dining hall, Zeke stopped us.

Excuse me, Mr Von Quill. But I heard you two talking and understand your son here has some trouble with getting things to stay in his head?
Eavesdropping, Zecero?
My apologies sir. I did not mean to cause any harm, I rather think I might be able to help you.
Fine, I’ll listen, so what do you mean you can help?

Well sir, I’ve learned through many encounters that ponies are all different and all very special, that goes for how they learn too. Little Finnith here might just not be cut out for this sort of learning.
Your point being?
Well, maybe I can try to teach him? I know many different methods that might work better for him to remember what he’s taught.

Mm hmm, so tell me, do you have any military knowledge? Or trading skills? Do you know how to tell if a situation is an opportunity or an ambush?

No sir….
But he does. Zeke said as he pointed to me.

Dad looked at him confused.

Your son is not dumb sir. All the knowledge from your tutoring is still in his head. I might just be able to help him get to it.

And you intend to do this how, exactly?

Finnith. Zeke said and turned to me.
Do you think you could take notes from your classes? And after they’re done, you can come back here?
Ehhh I… yes, yes I could do that.
Good! So if he takes notes, then he comes here, I’ll go through it again with him.

... Do you really think this will help?
I’m sure of it sir.

Father looked pondering for a while. He then continued.

Why are you this interested in helping Finnith?
Hmm, well sir. I can see great potential in him. Just by looking at him I can tell that he will master his future, but only by fighting in his present.

The moment was tense; it felt like you could cut the air with a knife.

Alright Zecero. I’ll give this idea of yours a chance.
Finnith, you will come here the day after tomorrow, after your history lesson. Understand?
Yes father.
Good, go to your room now.

I went to my room, with a huge grin on my face.

My extra tutoring with Zeke saved my education, sorta. I don’t know how he knew all his tricks, but he put all the things I had written on my notes in such a different light and angle I felt like I was learning something completely different.

Yet, the next day, when I had my tests with father, I had 56 % of the right answers!
Heh… I guess 56 % sounds like a joke, so you could imagine how my answers looked before that…

Zeke was my hero; he was smart, strong, funny, loving, and always kind to everyone.

On days when we didn’t have to study we’d go out to the capital and he’d show me around town, he introduced me to his friends, and he showed me a youth center in town that had other kids my age. It was amazing! I had been studying the world from my house for so long but I didn’t have any experience with it.

After a while I started going out by myself, I went to the youth center more often, I actually got friends,

And for that time, things were looking like they were getting better.

But… Nothing stays the same.

My grades had improved by Zeke’s help, immensely. Yet… I never really got good at being neither a military leader, nor a skilled tradesman. I knew the basics and the advanced. But When I was to implement them by myself I couldn’t get them in the right order in my head. I would mix up my tasks, and forget my objectives half way through.

So even though I was better, I still wasn’t good.

I remember, I used to go to the kitchen all the time and talk to Zeke, or just to watch him work. He was a master at his work, seeing him flipping pans, adding ingredients, mixing spices, it was like watching a dance. Every move made, every pan stirred, and every plate served was an amazing display.

A couple of times I got to help him, those were the times in my childhood I felt most alive! I felt amazing, cooking was tricky at first, but I got the hang of it relatively quickly. When I held a pan, I felt in control. I when cooked I had full control over my body. I could see instantly when something had to be flipped, or stirred, I knew whare everything in the kitchen was. Spatulas, spices, and our many ingredients, I knew it off the back of my hoof.

So I had my ups, and downs, but... my horrible story starts with me hitting puberty…

I was 14 years old. I wasn't an adult yet, but long time since I could be considered a child. But there I was, a 14 year old, still struggling with learning, and a blank flank.

I still had my lectures and classes, but with little improvement. I was just average in every aspect of learning. I knew all the most important points, but lesser things about my schooling disappeared instantly, making it so I never got above a middle grade.

Then...

I met someone… Yes I had gotten a big crush of someone I met at the youth center.

We just met and started talking to each other, it was great, we had similar interests, both of us liked cooking, loved sappy romantic movies, and we both had a corny obsession with mini golf… At first I thought we were just really close friends.
But, after some time, I knew I had fallen.

I was so incredibly nervous I couldn't think straight when we were together. I had no idea what I would do, so the only thing I could think of was to ask Zeke what I should do.

When I told him, he shone up like the sun. He hugged me tighter than ever,
.
Ahh congratulations my little blue! You’ve finally found someone who’s right for you!
Hahaha thank you Zeke, but.. I’m…
Now what’s the matter? This is great to hear! Finding some love is nothing to fear!
Well, it’s just… It’s my best friend…
Wait do you mean, ohhhh…

Zeke looked a bit thoughtful, then told me to come with him to his room, we sat in a couple of chairs, and we started talking.

So little blue, are you worried about a friendship?
Ahh, yes…
Well, don’t you trust them?
What? Of course I do!
And you said you’re friends, right?
Well, yes... best friends.
So why worry?
Well… What if they don’t want to be my friend after I confess how I feel?
See this is where trust comes in.
Huh?
My dear little blue, a real friend wouldn't leave you for something like that. If they feel like you do, you’ll be a couple and friends, but if they don’t, you’ll be a couple of friends.

Zeke’s words made everything clear in an instant, he was right, if we were really friends, we would be in no matter what!

So, I called, and said we needed to talk… I was just outside our main entrance waiting. And even though I kept repeating what Zeke had said, I was so nervous I could barely think straight. But, that was nothing compared to when I finally saw him walking towards me.

His dark green coat, scruffy dark red mane, and really bright yellow eyes.. My heart stopped, and I froze in place as I watched him walk up towards me.

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Wait, wait, wait….. His? Him?
Ehh Fitting, do you mean you’re?...
Uhmmm Silver, we’ve lived in the same house for two years…. You notice this now!???
But?! How… When??
Well, as you can hear from my story, quite a long while.
But, wait, what about Marice?
Marice? What about her?
Well… You were on that cruise ship together, and that dance?
Ahh, yeah Silver, we danced, we weren’t tongue wrestling the entire night…
Look, don’t get me wrong, Marice is one of, if not the best mare in Ponyville,
She’s one of my best friends, and I love her like a sister.
But, she even has a coltfriend!
But… How can I’ve missed this for all this time??
Heh, well, I’m not too surprised really, you had to have Cracker practically force you onto your first date with Cookie.
Haha ha.
Sorry..
Well, I guess I haven’t been much active on trying to find someone since I moved in with you.
Or rather, since I found Caramel in bed with Berry Punch…
Oh so it was you and Caramel?
Yeah?
Hmmm, I probably owe Berry Punch an apology..
Wait, what did you do?
Well, you seemed very upset at both of them back then, sooooo I kinda, maybe, had Berry Punch’s fruit stand confiscated for suspicion of containing illegal substances…
Wait, what???
Well, I thought she’d hurt you…
That is… One of the sweetest things you’ve ever done for me…
Huh?
Well, you certainly show affection a tad differently than most ponies. But I guess that, according to my Silver – English dictionary, that means; never hurt my friend again.
Yeah.. But still, I’ve never.. I mean, you’ve never seemed like you’d have those feelings for me.
Huh, oh no. We don’t match like that Silver.
Oh ok… Hey why not?
Hahaha, ahh.. Well, it’s… It’s not that you’re not great Silver, you’re the best friend a pony could ask for but, it’s just…
Ehh it’s like, we could be a good set up, but it’s like.. Our polarities are different. Does that make sence?
I understand completely.
Heh good.
Uhm, should I continue the story?
Oh yeah, sorry.

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Well… Eventually he got up to me, and I was just standing there. My brain had shut down completely. All was just staring at him, and all I heard was a white buzz. And buzzes don’t have colors… So you can imagine what that felt like…

I snapped back to reality when he tried to talk to me.

Ehh Finnith, you don’t look so good, are you feeling alright?
Huh… AHH! Ehhh I, Sorry! Sorry.. Ehh..
Youuuu, are acting really strange… Even for you, that is.
Oh ehh, am I? Hah, haha, I didn’t notice..
Are you sure you want to meet up today? You seem like you could need some serious rest, I could go, and come back tomorrow.
No, don’t leave me!

When I heard what I’d just said I put my hooves over my mouth and turned so red looked like a tomato.

Ehh, ok, I’ll stay…
Finnith, what’s this all about?
I... ahhhh.. Look, Skillet, do you want to come inside?
Ok.

It was a painful walk. I tried to be somewhat of a host and showed him some of the rooms we were walking by. Every step felt like I stepped on a knife…

Eventually we got to my room, I showed him in, then sat myself on my bed. Skillet sat down on the other end of it.
So?
So…
Finnith, I think I know what this is about…

My jaw dropped to the floor as my eyes widened.

You.. You do!?
Yes, you’ve been acting strange for some time now.
Oh.. It’s been that obvious?..
Yes it has, you’ve started to avoid me ever since the 80’s themed dance at UC.

UC was the youth center I was talking about, United Center, lame name, so we all called it UC.

I… wasn’t avoiding you…
Don’t even try that Finnith!
You haven’t been to UC for weeks, you don’t answer the door, you make up excuses not to meet every time I get ahold of you. It’s obvious you don’t like me anymore.
WHAT!? NO!!!
Nice try, you’re mad because I forced you to dance with me and I embarrassed you in front of all our friends.
No!! No, that’s not it at all!
No? Then what is it?
It’s just…
I’m listening.
It’s…
.
.
.
It’s not you… It’s me…

Huh?

You’re right in one thing… It was that dance…

Mhmm.

Before that, everything was perfect… I was doing okay in school, I got to try new activities I liked, I had managed to get friends, and I’d got the best friend in the entire Kingdom… A friend I felt closer to than anypony else, a friend I could share my secrets with, a friend.. Who I knew would stay with me no matter what happened…

And then… He takes me for a dance…

I get to swing myself around the dance floor with him, get to move close to him, feel the music beat in both of us, I get to look into his shining yellow eyes… And I try to, with all my strength, I try to resist it. But with every turn, every step, every swing, I just feel myself fall more and more in love…

Wait Finnith, did you just say?..

Yes… I tried to hold it back, I tried to force it away. But I can’t… I love you.. I feel it every time my heart beats. I love you…

Finnith…
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.
.
.
.

You are the bravest pony I’ve ever known of.

Huh?

I can’t believe how much strength you had to pull together to tell me this. Way more than I ever had.

What do you mean?

I would never have been brave enough to say something like this, which is, well, why I haven’t.

I don’t understand…

Well, I could never tell you how I felt. I thought about telling you, many times. But I could never bring myself to go through with it. So I did the next best thing I could think of.

That’s one of the reasons I love going to romantic movies with you. It made me feel like we were on a date… Or whenever we went for ice cream, which you can’t eat without making a mess.

And that’s why I asked you to that dance… I knew that that was the closest I could ever come to you without…
Telling you I love you too.

Can you ever forgive me for using dirty tricks like that?

He barely had time to finish his sentence before I had thrown my arms around him.

I was laughing out of tears of joy, he was laughing too. I had never been that happy ever in my life. It felt like there could be nothing in the entire world that could be better than that moment.

Then...
He kissed me…

All those emotions I had were still there, but they had gone in the back of my head, I was just in that moment. And for a second in time, nothing could go wrong.
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Then, the door to my room opened…

And there stood my father…

Father!

He said nothing. Just slowly turned out of the room, and walked away.

When he’d left I just stood there, I could feel the walls of reality slowly crumble and fall around me.

I was locked in a never ending downwards spiral. Then, Skillet put his forearms around me.
Take it easy Finnith, he’s your father. He was probably just a bit of a surprised, that’s all.
I bet he’s happy you’ve found a very special somepony.

...Yeahhh, you’re probably right.

Biggest lie of my life. I knew something was not right, but I didn’t want to spend a second thinking of what it could be.

Let’s just… Enjoy the moment for now. I said giving him a smile.
Hmm ok. Well then, let’s pick up where we got interrupted; which I distinctly remember was with you kissing me back.

I tried my hardest to make time move slower, yet, the hours kept running away. When evening had come, I begged Skillet to stay the night…
I never wanted to let go of him.

Relax Finnith, I’ll see you tomorrow. Promise you’ll come to UC when you’re done with school, ok?
I promise, and you promise to be there, right?

He gave me a tight hug and said “I promise”…

I went straight to bed and tried to get to sleep as soon as I possible, but I couldn't sleep.
I was up until 2 am clinging to one of the pillows that was still coated in his scent.

The following day I was incredibly nervous. I had my usual class on military tactics, and father didn't seem any different from how he usually acted.

When school was done I galloped to UC faster than I ever had before.

I desperately searched for Skillet but couldn't find him anywhere.

I tried to ask my friends if they’d seen him… They all avoided me.

Guys please! I need to find him!!
Go away Finnith…
We don’t want to get deported too..
Deported?!

I turned and ran straight to Skillet’s house. My legs were aching, throat dry, vision blurry, but I just ran.

But as soon as I got to his house.. It was empty… No furniture, no decorations, the whole house, completely empty.

It was too much, too great a devastation to handle. My head became light; my knees weakened, then I just collapsed on the doorstep.

I woke up a couple of hours later, still in front of Skillet’s empty house. I rose up, hollow.
There was nothing. I couldn't hear any birds, couldn't feel the wind, and couldn't feel the ground beneath my hooves. I couldn't feel anything, and I didn't want to.

I just started walking back home. I don’t remember if it took me minutes, or hours. I had no grasp of what was happening around me. I just walked.

When I got home, mother was extremely worried about me, I think. I still didn’t register sound; words were nothing but a mash of noises.

I tried to get to my room, but Zeke got a hold of me before that.
He was really worried about me, and I knew he only meant well, but I couldn’t stay to explain.

Though he knew I hadn’t eaten all day, so he almost forced me to eat something so my body wouldn’t crash.

After that I went to my room, I laid myself in my bed, and I hoped I would fall asleep and never wake up again.

But when I lied down, I heard something under my pillow. It was a letter, it was also the last thing I ever heard from Skillet.

My dear Finnith, I hope to Celestia this letter gets to you.

You were sadly right, as soon as I got back home almost all my house was already packed.
Both my dad and mom have been reassigned to a different town here in the Kingdom. And I don’t get to know which one.
They told me I had half an hour to pack what I needed in my room before we left, but I’m writing this instead.

I know you Finnith, and I know you will blame this on yourself. But, please don’t.

If I didn’t ask you to that dance, this would probably not have happened. But if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have gotten to be with the one I love most in the world. Even if it was only for a day, I will always treasure it.

Your life won’t be easy Finnith, you are going to encounter times when you want nothing more than to give up. But I’m begging you, please fight. Never give up. If not for you, do it for me.

Please... Live!

I love you Finnith. Always have, always will.

// Your Skillet.

I spent the rest of that night crying…

And that’s…
That’s the whole story?
… No, but… I really can’t keep going anymore… You know the basic story now… I’ll…
Tell you the rest some other time.
Ok, if that’s what you want to do.
By Luna, what time is it?
Close to 3 am.
Wow…
Yeah.
Sorry for making you sit through my intensely long story…
Don’t apologize, if I didn’t want to hear it, I wouldn’t have stayed.
Heh, yeah I guess.
Fitting, I see how your life must have been in the Kingdom. And I get that this whole thing with inheriting something this massive from that part of your life must be horrible.
Yeah… It is…
I’ll be here to help you in every way I can. But, can we please get some sleep first?
Hah… I really like the sound of that.
Good, I’ll see you tomorrow.
Silver.
Yeah?
Thank's for sticking with me. You're the best.
Always here for you. Good night.
Night.

Author's Note

Cookie and Cracker are 2 Original Characters belonging to the very talented http://imborednstuff.deviantart.com/ !!!! ^.^/ Thank you for letting me use your OC's! :3

Marice Night belongs to iMarieU! /Huggsiez x3

Ehh it’s like, we could be a good set up, but it’s like.. Our polarities are different. Does that make sence? Warframe reference anyone? Anyone? (Awkward self high five)