Dizzy's heartache

I guess I should start at the beginning, shouldn't I?

Technically the beginning is before all this started, when my dad was still alive. He was an awesome dad, always picking me up when I fell. He knew things that mom never did, things only a father would know about his son. He knew how to make me laugh when I was about to cry, knew how to make me smile when I was down. He and I had this connection, you know?

Sure, mom is great, but she won't ever fill the empty spot in my heart, that ~~was~~ is Dad's spot.

On my 7th birthday, I had a great big party planned. There were balloons, streamers, even a pinata! I invited all of the fillies and colts I knew, most were just ponies I met in the playground. I invited over fifty foals, I was so excited. I sat by the front door and I waited, the biggest smile on my muzzle. Ten minutes past, nopony here. So I waited. Half hour later, still nopony, but I just sat and waited. One hour, one and a half, two full hours after the set time, and my smile had been reduced to an slight frown. My mismatched eyes looked around for somepony, anypony to appear. But no one did.

My dad came up behind me and put a paw on my shoulder. I looked back at him, trying hard to keep my eyes from watering as he looked at me with such sad eyes. "Dizzy, they aren't coming" I let out a shaky breath and stood up from my seat on the front step, my rump was cold despite the early afternoon sun. "I know" I said simply, wiping my eyes with my yellow hoof and putting on a weak smile "It's fine, daddy. They must have been busy" I said.

He just sighed, putting on a smile of his own. He snapped his fingers, making a large black jacket appear, obviously not made for a pony. He slipped his arms into the sleeves and pulled a smaller, yet identical jacket out of thin air. He tossed it to me and I caught it, a confused look on my face "Why do we need jackets? We aren't going anywhere, and it's warm outside. And mom said you aren't allowed to use chaos magic in the house" I said pointedly, slipping the black jacket onto me, making sure to be careful when I slipped my wings through the wing holes.

My dad chuckled "I'm not in the house, am I?" he planted his goat leg outside, on the concrete steps, and his lizard leg in the doorway. I rolled my eyes at his antics, they got old after a while. I let out a little yelp as I was swept off my hooves, having been picked up by my father. He made sure to hold me as he flew up into the air, going slower than usual so that I didn't get scared.

"It's your birthday, for Luna's sake, we need to have a party, don't we?" I cocked my head in confusion at my dad's statement, opening my mouth to speak, only to be cut off as he continued talking "Don't try to deny it, you were disappointed that the foals didn't show up. That's why I'm taking you to the weather factory" My eyes lit up, I've never been there before! After a few moments, we landed on a soft white cloud and he set me down. "Here you go! I'm not scheduled to work this week, so we can come up here anytime you want, all week!" he said cheerfully, smiling at his co-workers as they passed him.

A bulky orange stallion walked up "Hey Havoc, this your kid?"

My dad nodded "The one and only" Another stallion walked up, this one was brown with a creamy white mane. He stood beside the first pony "Hey Hoops, the boss wants y-" he stopped talking and smirked as he saw the father and son

"Hey Clutterbox, what's up?" he said with a laugh, which was met with a playful roll of the eyes from my dad.

"Nothing since yesterday, Score"

'Score' saw me and took a step forward "Lemme guess, your kid?" Dad nodded proudly "As of today, he's seven"

Both the bulky pegasi looked at me with smiles "Happy Birthday, kiddo!" they said, and the orange one ruffled my mane playfully. I laughed and shook my head, trying to get my black mane orderly again. Dad and them talked for a few minutes, but they were yelled at for slacking off from the boss, so they quickly got back to work.

I looked around the factory in awe. In front of me was a huge building, rainbows pouring out of the top floor, the beautiful white walls of the factory making the bright liquid rainbow look even more spectacular. "Daddy, how are rainbows made?" I asked. He shrugged "I have no idea. Only a select few workers know. Some say, the raw rainbow colours are so powerful, some ponies go mad just looking at it" he said. My eyes widened "whoa"

We spent the whole day in the factory, he showed me the storm room, the cloud room, the wind room, and all the other rooms. I couldn't believe how beautiful it all was! When the sun set and the moon started to rise, we headed home. It was the best birthday I ever had! When we got home, supper was just about ready, so dad and I sat down at the table with mom and I told her all about it. I accidentally mentioned dad's use of chaos magic, and mom gave him "The Look'. He smiled sheepishly and tried to get himself out of trouble.

Mom hated it when Dad used chaos magic, she always told Dad (When she thought I couldn't hear her) "I don't want my son to grow up to become like your brother, keep your magic away from him"

Two days later, Mom, Dad and I were eating breakfast when Dad got a call. He answered the phone
"Havoc here"
"Oh, hi boss, what's up?"
"What? Really? Wow, that's great!"
Mom and I looked at Dad, then to each other, then back to Dad.
"I'll be there in 20"

Dad hung up the phone with a huge grin "The boss just called, I've been promoted to the rainbow factory!" He said excitedly. Mom got up from her seat and hugged him "That's so amazing, Havoc!" she said, her lime green eyes sparkling. I jumped up and down, hopping like a bunny "Awesome, Daddy!" He walked to the front door and put on his white work coat. "I'm gonna make the brightest rainbow, just for you Dizzy" He promised, leaning down and ruffling my mane. I laughed and pushed his paw away "Alright Dad"

He gave a quick kiss to Mom and opened the front door, walking out happily.

He didn't come home.

Later that day, though, I looked into the sky and saw the brightest, most brilliant rainbow I've ever seen. He kept his promise.