Broken Love

My son grew up very quickly. He was ready to start his life before we knew it.

He never spoke of the incident that night years ago, either because of his fear of what I could do or his love for me and thanks for what I did for him.

Cheerilee decided she wanted to teach. The old teacher of the Ponyville school was very old by now, and had recently retired. Without a teacher, the school was at a standstill and the kids were all on break.

My son didn't know what he wanted to do with his life, and so he decided to go to a school where he could learn about different occupations and then choose what field he wanted to work in. He would be leaving soon.

Sage was my only child. I had never reproduced with another living thing before, and my son was about to go out and make something of himself. I needed to do something special for him.

A party? No. That wasn't appropriate to the situation. This was a good thing, but it was a sad thing. A party implied that we were happy to get rid of him, when we really wanted to cherish the small amount of time we had left with him. It needed to be something fun and nice.

So I sent my son to do an errand that was difficult and unnecessary while I made preparations for out celebration on his soon to be success.

I would make him a dinner, and we would all eat it - Egas, Me, and Sage, - in the light of the setting sun, and then Sage would leave the next morning.

It was a perfect plan.

I visited multiple stalls, the most memorable was the Apple's stall. I had a nice conversation with Granny Smith while I was buying all the desserts and cider and apple related supplies for the dinner.

"Hello dearie." She said to me as I approached. She wasn't as old as she is now. She was only about sixty or seventy.

"Hello Granny Smith." I said. "I'm catching up." I referred to my "age". I had been forcing my stolen form to age so I could keep up with the charade. My body was now fifty years old.

"Expect pain." She joked, wiggling her leg joint. She saw me buy some very fancy desserts. "What's the occasion, if you don't min' me askin'?"

"My son. He's going away to college. I think it's somewhere in Manehattan." I told her.

"Well, in that case..." She drifted off, leaning under the stall. "...you're gonna want this."

She pulled out a small, cold container with an apple in it. It was an almost neon - green, and it... glowed.

"This is the tastiest apple in my possession." She said. "Only once every few years does an apple this green fall from a tree."

"It's- it's... beautiful!" I said.

I bought my items and prepared the feast. It looked amazing, and my belly hurt thinking about eating it. I was very hungry.

My son came home with the objects I had sent him to obtain, and was surprised to find a beautifully cooked dinner in front of him.

Egas and I took Sage outside, and we layed on our backs, soaking in the light rays of the setting sun.

"I got you something special." I said to Sage. He looked at Egas and he just shrugged. Egas never knew a thing about my plan.

"It's supposed to be very tasty." I said as I lifted the apple out of it's protective container. I sliced it into three relatively equal pieces with the beam from my horn, and used magic to pass a piece to Sage and one to Egas.

We looked to the stars and I looked at Sage. "I'm going to miss you."

We bit into the apples, and flavor exploded around my mouth. Fireworks of sweet and sour blasted my tastebuds and I fell back, consumed in the very taste.

This was the perfect way to remember my son.