Emerald

“Emerald!” Rarity called. Nothing happened. Spike sighed and stood there patiently. He knew perfectly well what Twilight was up to and it wasn’t going to happen. There was no way his friendship with Rarity was ever going to mend. The spot in his heart may have been stitched up enough to love another, but the spot where Rarity should have been was now a burnt out hole, metaphorically speaking anyways.

“Rarity?” He asked. She looked up at him. He gulped as he stared down into her pretty gem like eyes. This question had been lingering on his mind for too long. “Who did you marry?”

“I told you; I’m not married.” Rarity replied. “Emerald!”

“Then who is Emerald’s father?” Spike asked. Rarity ignored him.

“Emerald!”

“It’s not nice for a daughter to have no dad.” Spike added, hoping that he could guilt the answer out of her.

“I know.” Rarity replied. “I didn’t want it to turn out that way.”

“So who is he?” Spike asked as Emerald spotted them and slowly trotted in their direction.

“No one.”

“Who’s what?” Emerald asked as she came closer.

“Nothing.” Rarity replied quickly. “Spike is going to show you to your room.”

“Ok.” Emerald said.

“I’m going to go talk to Twilight.” Rarity said. “I’ll be back.”

Spike groaned. Rarity had deliberately left because she knew he would keep asking questions. She left and stuck him with her daughter who knew none of the answers that he wanted. He nodded at her reluctantly and began to walk down one hallway of the castle. This place may have been slightly medium sized, but Spike knew this place as well as Twilight and maybe even better. There were secret passageways that he had discovered for his own enjoyment, but that was about all her knew of them place. He walked until he stopped in front of a fully stocked guest room. It had a bed and a dresser and a desk with a chair. The bed was well made and the desk was neat and tidy. Sunlight flooded the room through the side window.

“Here you are.” Spike said. “Your room.”

“Wow!” Emerald exclaimed as she trotted up to the window. “This is nicer than the apartment we used to live in.”

“Apartment?” Spike repeated in surprise. He thought the fashion business would have made Rarity at least somewhat rich.

“Yeah. Mom bought it for us when I was first born. She grew higher up in the fashion industry, but she couldn’t bring herself to move us out. She said it contained too many memories for her to leave. So we stayed. It’s a cozy three bedroom apartment. It’s got a neat view of the city and I’m perfectly fine with living there.” Emerald explained.

“So you don’t wish you lived somewhere else?” Spike asked. Emerald sighed.

“Maybe sometimes. But I think I wish more that we lived in a different city. No matter where we go, ponies always treat me the same. I’m always alone or given dirty looks because I’m not normal.” Emerald said bitterly. “Sometimes, I wish whatever mom did for me to end up like this… I wish it hadn’t happened. Maybe for once I could be normal or accepted for being weird. I wish I was born differently.”

“Oh.” Spike said. He didn’t really know what that would feel like. Sure, he was a dragon in a town full of ponies, but not only was he accepted, he knew other dragons lived out there somewhere. Emerald had no one. She was the only Longma.

“Well, hey, whatcha gonna do?” Emerald said brightly. “I think this vacation in Ponyville will do mom and me some good.”

“Yeah.” Spike said.

“Emerald darling! Where’s Spike! He simply must show me around this place!” Rarity called. Spike looked out the door.

“I’d better go. I hope you enjoy your stay.” Spike said with a slight bow and left Emerald to her silent room.