“What do I want to do? Try to forgive myself for what I have done? Impossible.” Flaken was talking to himself, no one else in sight for miles away, in his little house somewhere in the outskirts of Cloudsdale.
“I just can’t take this anymore.” He said to himself, in the most depressed way possible. The flickering light of a candle could be seen from where he lives. It was shadowing a feather which Flaken used to write on the delicate paper. His face barely changed expression, the face of guilt was the thing that was the most noticeable on his dejected little body. When the noticeable sound of scribbling stopped, he got outside to the nearest mailbox. It was dark, about midnight dark. The only thing he saw was a light far away, near the post office. He walked slowly and with his head down, hoping that his letter would make it. I hope it can make it, soon enough.
He waited for as long as he can for a reply, who was never there. But six months later, a letter was addressed to his house, the only letter he got in a while. He was hoping it would be what it he’d been hoping for, not a stupid ad for a new shop that opened. He looked at it carefully, his eyes locking on the writing on the paper: Flaken, 128 East Avenue, Cloudsdale. Flaken, it has come to my attention that you are looking for a place to live, a cottage to be exact, I have one in a small town named Ponyville, where Princess Twilight Sparkles lives. It’s in the outskirts of the town somewhat close to another cottage. Hope you like animals. Your real estate CEO, Margaret. “I hope this is good.” Flaken said, with the same face he had six months back.
Two days later, a hot air balloon was next to Flaken’s house, moving every piece of furniture out to his new residence. He hoped it was what he was looking for, a cottage in a peaceful little town protected by a princess. He liked living in a small town, away from the dangers of being attacked. About two hours later, it was his turn to fly to his house, on the balloon. It was one of the first times he was in the air, it made him happy for a little while. When the 45 minutes of flying ended, he landed right in the middle of what he called a village, and a pony was there to welcome him, a pink pony to be exact. “Welcome to Ponyville!” was what the pink mare had said, very excitedly.
“Ummm… Thanks?” Flaken said in a confused manner, hoping that he wouldn’t have to talk.
“Hey, what does this chloroform smell like?” She replied, hesitantly. He sniffed the wet piece of paper, perplexed.
“Wait, is tha-” By the time he had realized, he was already unconscious.
Flaken had woken up, in what he had thought was his new abode, two mares looking at his senseless form, his head was hurting.
“Do you think he’s hurt Twilight?” a random voice, concerned about the pink pony’s behavior.
“Actually, my head is really hurting right now.” Flaken replied, in an irritated manner.
“Well, you do have a bump on your head.” said a purple alicorn, sighing.
“I just wanted to move here, in this nice, quiet place and then this random pony shows up and chloroforms me.” replying, angrily.
“Please don’t be mad.” said a butter colored pegasus, that was clearly familiar to Flaken.
“Wait, Fluttershy?” Flaken was confused, he knew that this was his chance to forgive himself, but just couldn’t come up with anything.
“Flaken?” Fluttershy said, she gasped and took a few steps back, scared.
The uncomfortable silence filled the room, slowly. They were looking at each other, one was confused and the other scared, she wanted to run away but had the heart to just stay.
“Wait, were you two lovers or something?” the princess said, awkwardly.
“Well... I did some things that I regret” He said, with the same look of guilt on his face.
“He… he bullied me when we were young, along with Rainbow dash.” She was trying to save herself from crying, her eyes watering.
Twilight looked at him,angrily.
“I changed, OK? I didn’t want this, I lived with this in my head and wanted to have peace, that’s why I moved here.” Flaken didn’t know what to do at this point, he didn’t want to talk about what he did, it only made him even sadder.
“I just don’t want to talk about this now.” He said.
“We’ll talk about this later.” Twilight said, wanting to correct the problem. “Come to my library tomorrow and you will explain what happened.”
“Ok, fine with me, but I might be late, I tend to sleep a lot.” He was glad that he didn’t have to talk about this out loud.
“Thank you for moving the furniture in, by the way” he said, in the most happiest way he could be at the time, which was not much.
“What do you mean?” Twilight said, puzzled. “This isn’t your house, this is Fluttershy’s house.”
“Do you mean…?” Flaken was a bit disappointed, since the pink mare chloroformed him. “...That I have to move all my furniture by myself?”
“Actually, I’m a bit tired, and Fluttershy and the others don’t know you.” Twilight said, trying to come up with an excuse. “So yeah, you actually have to do it by yourself.”
“Damnit!” He said, grumbling and tired of this town already.
Flaken walked out, slowly and carefully to his house, which was a block away.
Author's Note
So yeah... this story looks good, I hope. As I said in the prologue, leave fair criticism and grammar checks if you want to in the comments.
