Sparking a Fyre

Due to the sad ending I gave Chapter Five, I'll give you a brief Chapter Six, so it's not such a poor, unexplained ending to the story.  Anyways, enjoy Sylver's point of view.Even after a flame has died down, there are still embers, waiting to erupt once more.Sparking a Fyre[Chapter Six: If Only, If Only]

It was late at night, very late.  Quick Sylver stood in her room, and Golden Fyre was the only thing she could think about.  She lied that night when she told Cadence she was going to see her friends, in fact, since the night of the attack, she has been spending her evenings off in her bedchambers, alone.  She longed for the teasing smile that Fyre gave her when she woke up with a bed-head, or had a clumsy day.  If only she hadn't acted so impulsively.  He trusted her with so many secrets, ones he never shared with anypony.  She had snuck into his hospital room when Cadence and Celestia delivered her message, she saw how much it hurt him.  And she hated herself for it. Neither of them had the guts to confess how they felt, even if they knew how good it would be.  They didn't want to loose their friendship, because it was all they had.   She was so afraid she would loose him.  So afraid that the stallion she had fallen for would be warped and twisted from the fighting.  The violence.  The pain.  And she reacted by trying to push him away, but all she managed to do was make it worse.  So much worse for him.  He seemed broken.  The glow she had seen in his eyes was gone.  His whole demeanor had changed, but he hid it from obvious view.  But Sylver knew.  She could see right through his mask of fake emotions.  She knew how badly hurt he was on the inside.  She knew how he felt, and it was the same way she felt along time ago, when somepony else special in her life abandoned her.  She wanted so badly to have him back, but she was afraid she drove him too far away, and now he was gone.  Just...gone.  All because of her foolish actions.  She knew why he did it, too.  To save the Cadence, his duty.  She had taken backseat priority wise when they were attacked.  She knew she couldn't blame him, it was his job, but she couldn't help herself.  She felt...betrayed, and she had repaid him by doing the same.  She flopped on her bed and wept.  She heard a knock on her door.  That couldn't be right, everypony thought she was gone with friends, having fun.  But she didn't have friends.  So she got up, wiped her eyes and ever so slowly, she walked to the grand door.  Upon opening it she let out a small gasp at her visitor.  It was Golden Fyre, sans his noble armor.  One of the doctors had gotten a glass eye crafted for him, so during his off-time he could still go without an eyepatch, but his face was incredibly scarred. The fake eye nearly matched his actual eye, but upon closer inspection, it resembled the changing colors of a flame, and it even seemed to flicker and glow in the dim hallway.  Quick Sylver didn't know what to say.  Her eyes were red and puffy from her crying, and him showing up shocked her.

"Hello, Sylvie..." Fyre said, his voice quiet, his eyes tearing up.  The sound of a broken spirit.  Sylver couldn't take being alone.  She hated it with a cold, bitter hate.  She fell into his waiting arms and wept, and he whispered comforting words as he led her into her bedroom, away from the eyes of late night castle staff.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know what to do, it's was all...it's just all too much, I can't take it!" She mumbled through her sobs. "Please don't leave me, I hate being alone..."  She ducked her head into his neck and wept, letting him run his hooves through her mane, comforting her.

"I'm sorry Sylver, I'm sorry we got sucked into this mess, I'm sorry for what happen, I'm sorry I never told you before, sorry I never asked you." Fyre looked into her deep into her eyes and held a quieting hoof to her mouth.  "Quick Sylver, would you be my fillyfriend?"

She certainly hadn't expected that, but it was far better than what she had hoped.  "Yes!" She said, tears streaming down her already sodden face, but this time, tears of joy.  She leaned over to him and kissed him, causing Fyre's face to glow with heat, and it wasn't from a pie.

Captain Golden Fyre walked into the dining hall the next morning, and for probably one of the last times.  He was going to have to eat in the new Silver Guard barracks soon.  Celestia sat at the far end of the table, accompanied by a tired looking Luna and Shining Armor.  Cadence was probably still asleep, and Sylver had gone to wake her.  Princess Celestia noticed Fyre's changed attitude, and Shining Armor could all too well relate to the spring in his step.

"Well, looks like somebody enjoyed themselves last night." Remarked Celestia, as she sipped her morning tea, getting snickers from both Luna and Shining Armor.  Fyre laughed good naturedly and took a seat next to Shining Armor, ordering some breakfast.

"I'm glad to see you and Sylver have...reconciled." Luna said with a knowing, devilish grin, causing Fyre's cheeks to turn bright red, especially noticeable on his light coat. "What?  Does thou not think  I know what goes on during my night?  Besides, I'm sure half the castle heard it." She said with a chuckle.  Fyre hid his face in his freshly arrived breakfast as he got several glances from staff, guards, and royals alike.   He excused himself from the table and left, presumably to meet his new recruits, while the remaining three discussed something about a proposed exhibit in the Canterlot Museum.