Safe // Book 2

by WatchOutDerpy

Chapter 3: Wings

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Chapter 3: Wings

*Soarin's POV*

I'm in deep

deep

deep

did I mention deep?

Trouble.

When Spitfire says something, she means it. It's not like you say it and forget in two minutes, Spitfire remembers. It's a good thing when she does routines and all that stuff, but not when your in a crisis whether ponies hate you or they really hate you.

I already had told Twilight about Spitfire! Spitfire knows also who did it. But, she doesn't know I told Twilight. And she won't. If the press found out, she would blame me and they would believe her. Spitfire is the Captain of the Wonderbolts, she wouldn't lie to anypony, except this time.

It's my fault I told Twilight the secret. But, it wasn't my fault that I killed the child of my sister. It never will be.

It's my fault that I didn't keep the secret that I had promised over my spot on the Wonderbolts.

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*Fluttershy's P.O.V.*

"Twilight?" I asked, peeking my head through the door of the Library. It's been ten days since Scootaloo was buried. Ten days too much. I can't handle it anymore.

Twilight gestured me to come in as she read a book about Dragons, finally one book about them.

"Did you think about it?" I asked. Hopefully she'll say yes.

"The spell will only work when Scootaloo is six months in the ground. We can't just revive her", Twilight said, not taking her eyes off the words of her book.

"So we have to wait 290 moons!?" I almost yelled. The book never said that!

"Fluttershy, I didn't make up the spell-" Twilight began.

"So help me Celestia, Twilight you will do that spell", I raged, throwing a book on the ground. But I began crying.

"Do you know how hard it is? To find a foal at your doorstep, raise the child so quickly, then suddenly their gone like that? Do you?"

Twilight just stared. She didn't know how I felt.

"Exactly."

I whipped away the tears, and sat down.

"Fluttershy I know it hurts-"

"You don't know it hurts because you never had a child." I interrupted. "You think you know everything, but there's some things that Princess's don't know."

There was a knock on the doors. One of the Guards opened it, and the pony who entered was no ordinary pony. It was Princess Luna.

I saw the Princess and I bowed. "Your highness", I said.

"Hey Luna", Twilight greeted.

"Why was thow asked to come on a short timing?" Luke asked a bit loud.

"I called you hear to ask you about this spell", Twilight said, giving Luna the book via. magic.

"One of thow's early spells", Luna said. "Why does thow Princess Twilight need this spell at short-ith timing?"

"I can't say", Twilight said sympathetic. "But I need it as soon as possible."

"Alright", Princess Luna said. She began casting the spell, then gestured to Twilight for her to tell the name of the dead.

"Scootaloo", Twilight said.

Princess Luna finished the spell. There was a magic glow that quickly spread through Ponyville from Princess Luna. A signal most likely, I don't know magic.

"Magic shall work within 20 moons", Princess Luna said. "If I see that thow Scootaloo has returned, I shall give thow a special dream."

She teleported away to Canterlot, or some place. I smiled at Twilight.

"Thank you", I said.

Twilight nodded. She began reading her book in peace. I grabbed a book about Bunnies, and sat down and began reading.

*3rd Person P.O.V.*

Somepony, hidden within the shadows of the castle, watched the whole scene of the spell.

"Fluttershy, I think I know who killed Scootaloo", Twilight said.

"Who!?" Fluttershy asked.

But the pony in the shadows was not happy of the news. Not happy, furious. Whom-ever told Twilight about Spitfire, would have to pay more than bits.

More like death.

But, there was no time to find out. It was time to end that fool-of-a-mother, Fluttershy.

And the pony who would do this, happened to be on the Wonderbolts. And if they didn't, they would have to loose their place on the team.

Maybe Soarin had told Twilight. Nah, that colt is afraid of falling from five feet in the air. It probably was Fleet Foot. Most likely it was.

Who to choose, who to choose.


Author's Note

Intense, right!? :3

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