The Other Side of Everfree: Pewter's Dreamsby Brass BellChaptersThe Start Of Something BeautifulSibling Love7 O'ClockA Lonely MorningThe Start Of Something BeautifulA butterfly was gently flapping its wings against the morning's soft breeze and towards the bedroom window of a lonely colt in a large manor house. Pewter looked at the familiar little butterfly that had made its way back to his windowsill "I thought I told you to find a friend." The butterfly flew a ring around Pewter's head and then came to a halt on the colt's nose. Pewter went cross eyed staring at the butterfly which, then quite promptly flew off of Pewter's nose and to the street below. Pewter looked down from his window to keep his eyes on the rather excitable butterfly but, his eyes were immediately pulled away from the butterfly by the sight of a filly with a soft blue coat and silver blue mane. Pewter sighed then whispered "She's beautiful." The filly below Pewter's window was walking silently, probably to avoid annoying father, Pewter thought. Pewter leaned out of his window desperate to keep the beautiful young pony in his sight. Pewter's bedroom door creaked open, Pewter tried to turn so he could see who it was but, he slipped and fell from his window. Pewter was so scared that he could not even scream instead, he could only gasp. The ground rushed towards him, suddenly Pewter realised that, something was pulling at his hooves and ankles and legs and soon his whole body, Pewter's body was being pulled up. Aided by whatever was pulling him up, Pewter clambered back into his bedroom through his window and was greeted by an exhausted looking older sister who, had evidently just used a great deal of magic to stop Pewter falling to a serious injury. Petal wheezed "If breakfast upset you that much, you should've just let yourself calm down, not jump out the window!" "I did not jump out, I slipped!" "Alright, whatever, just please don't make me do that again, I'm not used to lifting anything as heavy as you." "I am not fat and I do not weigh that much!" "Oh, really? When was the last time you lifted yourself up?" Pewter couldn't think of anything to counter his sister's argument so he just stared at the floor ashamed of how stupid he had been and how lucky he was that his sister could save him. "You don't have to thank me." Petal gasped, still exhausted from the effort taken to save her brother. Pewter mumbled a short "Thank you Petal" "Cheer up, you're alive aren't you?" Sibling LoveThere was silence in Pewter's room for a long time and his sister, Petal, was finally back to her moody self. "So why were you leaning so far out of the window?" Petal asked. "I looked out of my window and I saw the most beautiful pony in all of Equestria!" He replied "So what does Equestria's most beautiful pony look like then? Hmm?" "She, she" He paused; thoughtfully "I don't know how to describe her..." he trailed off and looked dreamily into the distance. "Hello! I'm trying to have a conversation here!" "She looks like that." he whispered, barely moving at all. Petal turned her head to look out of the window and saw a pair of giant sacks filled with oats. "You fell in love with a bag of oats?" "She's caring the oats, stupid" "Alright, sorry." Both ponies carefully looked out of the window at the two large sacks of oats that moved slowly along the road outside and they looked at the small blue pony carrying them. "She is..." Pewter stopped and thought "She is, more than beautiful." Pewter began to lean out the window wanting to keep the pony in his sight for as long as possible but, his sister's firm hooves stopped him "I am NOT going to let you fall again!" with that, Petal hauled her brother back into his room. Pewter frowned at his sister for taking him from the window, then smiled, realising that she had just saved him from a nasty fall. Pewter then went to a worried frown "I love her but, how can I tell her? Will she love me? Of course she will..." He began pacing across the room, flicking his tail at each turn "How should I greet her..." His tail flicked against the bookshelf knocking down a hoofull of books. "How would Father react?" he turned again, spotting the books on the floor. He bent down to pick them up. "A Little Book of Destiny, Hmm" He picked it up and put it on the shelf. "The Swing Child" Again, he picked it up and put it on the shelf. "The Botanical Arts- Flowers, Romance and Gardening" He picked up the book, put in on his bed and began to read. 7 O'ClockPewter looked out of his bedroom window. A light but cold breeze brushed through his silver mane and chilled his horn. Behind him a grandfather clock began to strike, dong, dong, dong, dong, Pewter turned from his bedroom window, dong, he made his way to the door and opened it as the clock struck the seventh time. There on the other side of Pewter's bedroom door stood a huge brown unicorn with piercing green eyes. "Good, you are awake," The Brown stallion boomed "I trust you slept well." "Yes father" Pewter replied "What is it, boy? Did I ask you a question?" "No father, I should not have replied father" "I have to go and make some arrangements for next week. If anything is out of place when I get back, there will be consequences. Goodbye." The stallion's horn began to glow green and in a flash of light he disappeared. Pewter walked out of his bedroom and down the stairs into the kitchen. Pewter used his magic to open the large oak door that lead to the kitchen, his sister Petal, was sitting in front of the oven watching her pastries raise. "Petal, what are you cooking?" The pale yellow filly turned her head and said "What do you think I'm cookin'?" "Petal, I think you may have missed a letter of the end of cooking" "Don't tell me what to do, I'm in charge here. I am the oldest after all." She turned back to the browning pastries in the oven and immediately started taking them out of the oven as she did so, she shouted at Pewter "You spoiled my puff pastry tomato wraps! Idiot" Pewter calmly replied "Thank you but, it's your fault that they spoiled" "Thank you?! What are you thanking me for? You're the one who spoiled breakfast!" "I thanked you because you because you told me what breakfast was! You are the one cooking breakfast, therefore you are in charge of it and YOU are responsible for making breakfast burn." "You distracted me from my cooking with your grammar obsession so it's your fault so there!" "Wait until I tell father about your grammatical inaccuracies, then you are going to be in so much trouble." "Father's not here so you can't do anthin'." Petal stormed out of the kitchen and added "You can have all pastries they're all burned anyway." The door slammed shut behind Petal as Pewter made his way to the breakfast table. A Lonely MorningPewter used his magic to pry off the least burned of the pastries and place it on a plate. He nibbled on a slightly burnt puff pastry tomato wrap. "Well," he whispered to himself "at least this one has not been completely burned." He quickly finished the flaky burned pastry and poured himself a glass of apple juice. Pewter downed it hastily to wash out the taste of burned pastry. Pewter put the empty glass on the table and scraped some more burned pastry off of the baking tray this time into the bin. He turned the tap on the kitchen sink and rinsed out his glass of apple juice then, he turned off the tap and dried out the glass before putting it back in the cupboard where it belonged. Pewter trotted quietly back to his bedroom not wanting to disturb his sister with the noise of his hooves through the house. He opened the door to his bedroom and walked in, closing the door carefully and quietly behind him. He looked at the clock, half past seven, he looked out of his window the sun was now quite high in the sky. He rested his head on the windowsill and looked around. It was quiet outside, not many ponies walked by the manor house, and when they did, it was quietly so they didn't disturb his father, Thorn. Pewter sighed and glanced at the clock, he didn't bother to read it, and he just looked and then returned his gaze to the window. He was about to rest his head back on the windowsill but, he stopped himself, there was a butterfly where he was about to rest his head. Pewter smiled "Hello there, little butterfly, are you alone too?" The butterfly shuffled to one side slightly, Pewter rested his head beside it. "You can fly, go find a friend and come back when you do." With that, the butterfly took off and flew out of Pewter's window towards a future friend.
The Start Of Something BeautifulA butterfly was gently flapping its wings against the morning's soft breeze and towards the bedroom window of a lonely colt in a large manor house. Pewter looked at the familiar little butterfly that had made its way back to his windowsill "I thought I told you to find a friend." The butterfly flew a ring around Pewter's head and then came to a halt on the colt's nose. Pewter went cross eyed staring at the butterfly which, then quite promptly flew off of Pewter's nose and to the street below. Pewter looked down from his window to keep his eyes on the rather excitable butterfly but, his eyes were immediately pulled away from the butterfly by the sight of a filly with a soft blue coat and silver blue mane. Pewter sighed then whispered "She's beautiful." The filly below Pewter's window was walking silently, probably to avoid annoying father, Pewter thought. Pewter leaned out of his window desperate to keep the beautiful young pony in his sight. Pewter's bedroom door creaked open, Pewter tried to turn so he could see who it was but, he slipped and fell from his window. Pewter was so scared that he could not even scream instead, he could only gasp. The ground rushed towards him, suddenly Pewter realised that, something was pulling at his hooves and ankles and legs and soon his whole body, Pewter's body was being pulled up. Aided by whatever was pulling him up, Pewter clambered back into his bedroom through his window and was greeted by an exhausted looking older sister who, had evidently just used a great deal of magic to stop Pewter falling to a serious injury. Petal wheezed "If breakfast upset you that much, you should've just let yourself calm down, not jump out the window!" "I did not jump out, I slipped!" "Alright, whatever, just please don't make me do that again, I'm not used to lifting anything as heavy as you." "I am not fat and I do not weigh that much!" "Oh, really? When was the last time you lifted yourself up?" Pewter couldn't think of anything to counter his sister's argument so he just stared at the floor ashamed of how stupid he had been and how lucky he was that his sister could save him. "You don't have to thank me." Petal gasped, still exhausted from the effort taken to save her brother. Pewter mumbled a short "Thank you Petal" "Cheer up, you're alive aren't you?"
Sibling LoveThere was silence in Pewter's room for a long time and his sister, Petal, was finally back to her moody self. "So why were you leaning so far out of the window?" Petal asked. "I looked out of my window and I saw the most beautiful pony in all of Equestria!" He replied "So what does Equestria's most beautiful pony look like then? Hmm?" "She, she" He paused; thoughtfully "I don't know how to describe her..." he trailed off and looked dreamily into the distance. "Hello! I'm trying to have a conversation here!" "She looks like that." he whispered, barely moving at all. Petal turned her head to look out of the window and saw a pair of giant sacks filled with oats. "You fell in love with a bag of oats?" "She's caring the oats, stupid" "Alright, sorry." Both ponies carefully looked out of the window at the two large sacks of oats that moved slowly along the road outside and they looked at the small blue pony carrying them. "She is..." Pewter stopped and thought "She is, more than beautiful." Pewter began to lean out the window wanting to keep the pony in his sight for as long as possible but, his sister's firm hooves stopped him "I am NOT going to let you fall again!" with that, Petal hauled her brother back into his room. Pewter frowned at his sister for taking him from the window, then smiled, realising that she had just saved him from a nasty fall. Pewter then went to a worried frown "I love her but, how can I tell her? Will she love me? Of course she will..." He began pacing across the room, flicking his tail at each turn "How should I greet her..." His tail flicked against the bookshelf knocking down a hoofull of books. "How would Father react?" he turned again, spotting the books on the floor. He bent down to pick them up. "A Little Book of Destiny, Hmm" He picked it up and put it on the shelf. "The Swing Child" Again, he picked it up and put it on the shelf. "The Botanical Arts- Flowers, Romance and Gardening" He picked up the book, put in on his bed and began to read.
7 O'ClockPewter looked out of his bedroom window. A light but cold breeze brushed through his silver mane and chilled his horn. Behind him a grandfather clock began to strike, dong, dong, dong, dong, Pewter turned from his bedroom window, dong, he made his way to the door and opened it as the clock struck the seventh time. There on the other side of Pewter's bedroom door stood a huge brown unicorn with piercing green eyes. "Good, you are awake," The Brown stallion boomed "I trust you slept well." "Yes father" Pewter replied "What is it, boy? Did I ask you a question?" "No father, I should not have replied father" "I have to go and make some arrangements for next week. If anything is out of place when I get back, there will be consequences. Goodbye." The stallion's horn began to glow green and in a flash of light he disappeared. Pewter walked out of his bedroom and down the stairs into the kitchen. Pewter used his magic to open the large oak door that lead to the kitchen, his sister Petal, was sitting in front of the oven watching her pastries raise. "Petal, what are you cooking?" The pale yellow filly turned her head and said "What do you think I'm cookin'?" "Petal, I think you may have missed a letter of the end of cooking" "Don't tell me what to do, I'm in charge here. I am the oldest after all." She turned back to the browning pastries in the oven and immediately started taking them out of the oven as she did so, she shouted at Pewter "You spoiled my puff pastry tomato wraps! Idiot" Pewter calmly replied "Thank you but, it's your fault that they spoiled" "Thank you?! What are you thanking me for? You're the one who spoiled breakfast!" "I thanked you because you because you told me what breakfast was! You are the one cooking breakfast, therefore you are in charge of it and YOU are responsible for making breakfast burn." "You distracted me from my cooking with your grammar obsession so it's your fault so there!" "Wait until I tell father about your grammatical inaccuracies, then you are going to be in so much trouble." "Father's not here so you can't do anthin'." Petal stormed out of the kitchen and added "You can have all pastries they're all burned anyway." The door slammed shut behind Petal as Pewter made his way to the breakfast table.
A Lonely MorningPewter used his magic to pry off the least burned of the pastries and place it on a plate. He nibbled on a slightly burnt puff pastry tomato wrap. "Well," he whispered to himself "at least this one has not been completely burned." He quickly finished the flaky burned pastry and poured himself a glass of apple juice. Pewter downed it hastily to wash out the taste of burned pastry. Pewter put the empty glass on the table and scraped some more burned pastry off of the baking tray this time into the bin. He turned the tap on the kitchen sink and rinsed out his glass of apple juice then, he turned off the tap and dried out the glass before putting it back in the cupboard where it belonged. Pewter trotted quietly back to his bedroom not wanting to disturb his sister with the noise of his hooves through the house. He opened the door to his bedroom and walked in, closing the door carefully and quietly behind him. He looked at the clock, half past seven, he looked out of his window the sun was now quite high in the sky. He rested his head on the windowsill and looked around. It was quiet outside, not many ponies walked by the manor house, and when they did, it was quietly so they didn't disturb his father, Thorn. Pewter sighed and glanced at the clock, he didn't bother to read it, and he just looked and then returned his gaze to the window. He was about to rest his head back on the windowsill but, he stopped himself, there was a butterfly where he was about to rest his head. Pewter smiled "Hello there, little butterfly, are you alone too?" The butterfly shuffled to one side slightly, Pewter rested his head beside it. "You can fly, go find a friend and come back when you do." With that, the butterfly took off and flew out of Pewter's window towards a future friend.
