The Angel and The Human

Three fillies stood stiff as they stared at the manticore, whose home they just walked into. I stood up, growling at them, before letting a terrifying roar out. The fillies snapped out of their trance, turning tail and taking off in a random direction. They dove through the tree, screaming their heads off. The manticore was gaining on them, as the ran past several posts. They ended up being cornered between the manticore and a tall wall of stone. They were huddled together, two sobbing hysterically.

The sound of flapping wings filled the air, and a blur slammed into the side of the manticore, causing it to roar in pain and anger. The manticore stood back up, staring down the creature in front of it. It stared at the manticore, an angry look on it’s face, and it’s dull grey wings flared out

“Kyle! Stay inside, please!” it yelled, sending a glance to a similar creature, but without wings.The wingless one, Kyle, nodded, scrambling back inside of a large treehouse. The winged one then turned its attention back to the manticore, who started to charge it. Flapping it’s wings, the creature lifted off the ground, flying forward and slamming its fist on the manticore’s head. A loud crack filled the air, and the manticore fell down, unconscious.

The creature turned to look at the sobbing fillies, smiling softly, and kneeling down in front of them, “Hey, little ones? Are you alright?”

They nodded, before squeaking at the sound of timberwolves in the distance. Kyle stuck it’s head out of a window, yelling, “Dad! The moon’s comin’ up!” The creature frowned, before abruptly picking the fillies up, and flying up to the treehouse. He, deduced by the title dad, sat them down in a small living room, before sitting on a small pillow on the wooden floor.

“Hello, I’m Christopher Lamb.” he introduced himself, smiling softly, before pointing to Kyle, “and that kid is my son, Kyle Lamb.” One of the fillies, an orange pegasus with a purple mane spoke up.

“..I’m Scootaloo…” she murmured, looking at the winged creature curiously. The yellow one with a red mane spoke next.

“Ah’m Apple Bloom! Thank’s for savin us, mister!” she thanked, smiling. The white unicorn with a purple and pink mane was last.

“I-I’m Sw-weetie B-Belle!” she squeaked out. Kyle walked over, and sat in his dad’s lap.

“Hi! Whatcha doing this far out?” he asked curiously.

“We were heading to our friend Zecora’s house, but we got lost, and ran into that manticore!” Scootaloo explained, frowning.

Christopher sighed, glancing out of the window, “It’s too dark out now…” he murmured, shifting his wings a bit, “You can stay the night here, but do not reveal the location to anyone else. We live out here to keep to ourselves, but, if you wish, you may visit again.” The three thanked him, grinning.

“Kyle, how about you four get to know each other, while I grab the extra blankets?” Christopher asked, lightly shifting Kyle so he sat on the ground. He nodded.

“Sure, dad!” he exclaimed, claiming his father’s pillow when the man stood up, “You wanna play 20 questions?! My dad says ish a good way to get to know others!”

The fillies nodded, and Scootaloo asked her question first, butchering Christopher’s name “What are you and Christuhfer?” Kyle giggled at the mess up on his father’s name.

“Dad’s an angel, and I’m a human!” he answered, grinning happily, before asking his question, “Will you be my friends!?”

They nodded, “Sure!” Sweetie Belle asked her question next.

“What’s an angel?”

“Well, dad said they were beings of celestial wavelengths, but my mama told me they are pure and good people who help others, like Miss Lola who gave the homeless people food!” Kyle explained. “Do you guys have any family?” he asked, smiling innocently.

Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom nodded, while Scootaloo stiffened, “Um… my family died..” she murmured, before yelping when Kyle tackled her with a hug. He buried his face into her neck, mumbling to her.

“Mine did too… But Dad took me from the streets, and told me that he’d take care of me…” he unlatched from her, smiling sadly. Just as Apple Bloom started to ask her question, Christopher walked back in, carrying three dark green blankets. He laid them down next to the fillies, and picked Kyle up.

“It’s bedtime, Kyle. Growing children need their sleep.” he said, when Kyle tried to protest. He carried the boy into a small room, and laid him on one of the two beds. Christopher leaned down, kissing Kyle on the forehead, “Sleep well, Kyle,” he murmured, and left to tell the fillies to go to sleep.

“Time for you three to go to sleep as well.” he said as he entered the living room. Christopher picked the blankets up, laying them out for the fillies, and handing each of the three a pillow. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom settled down without a fuss, and promptly fell asleep. Scootaloo trotted over to Christopher.

“How did Kyle... lose his family?” she asked softly, keeping her eyes on her hooves. Christopher gently lifted her chin to look at her face.

“They died in an accident… He was the only survivor…” he murmured, before scooping her up into his arms, and laying her on her blanket, “Now get some sleep..”