Colors of Sanity

Chapter 6

This is the story of his reincarnation.

Chapter 6

It was just another day. Oh wait, it was his first birthday! He knew he was short, though he thought nothing over it. Early he was thinking about that, thinking about how he should be taller for being so big now. He asked his parents, and they said he was actually pretty big for his age, but nothing out-of-the-ordinary. The small celebration that his parents had thrown him wasn't too elaborate, being only one, and the only people who would remember it were them, but it wasn't a sad excuse either. His speech was still developing, slowly but steadily, and was turning out normal. For his age. Most words he had  trouble with, but some of the longer words he had even more trouble with. Not that he could speak correctly yet anyway. Normal for a young foal. Or filly, or colt. He had trouble remembering what those three were, and mixed them up frequently. Still to be expected.

     Star Listener and Stone Grace especially happy today, and this was noticed by a few other family members, who thought it was strange they were so happy. They had stressful jobs, and stressful lives. Maybe a child is just what they needed.

     "Hello, how have you ponies been doing?" Star Listener was asked by a fashionable pony named Rarity.

     "Everything is going good, particularly better ever since little Valiant came around. He is just a conduit of happiness, isn't he? I just wish he could've had the chance to do more some day." Star Listener sighed, a deep sigh of eternal stress.

     "Well, look at the bright side, darling! At least he'll stand out now. And he is quite handsome, and I would absolutely love to stitch him up some fancy garments!"

     "Well, now we could not ask you to d-" he was cut off by Rarity marching away, nose in the air. Star Listener opened his mouth to yell after her, but decided it would be no use and closed it.

     Rarity had already approached Stone Grace and was probably talking to her about it now while he thought. Oh well, there was no problem with his child having more fancy clothes. Too bad he would need new ones soon, with him growing so fast. Stone Grace had just finished having a conversation with Rarity when she was approached by the young colt himself. Valiant Tranquility was shakily trotting over to her, legs much more stable than they were the weeks before. He appeared to not notice he was slightly puffing his chest out. "Little captain of the guard" she thought to herself, a small smile arising on her khaki face. For not having many ponies here, there did seem to be a lot of conversing going on. Pinkie had really worked hard. Stone thought she was being unfair with how she had paid her. Pinkie Pie was a generous soul though, and had done it almost purely just for the fun.

     Her beautiful little colt had been standing under her for almost a minute now, while she thought. She finally noticed and her head snapped down to meet him.

     "Oh, sorry I was thinking about what a nice job miss Pinkie did here!" she let out a little happy giggle and stared down at her son. He had a serious face plastered on, but she knew that under his stone expression he was giddy as ever.

     "How do you think she did?" his mother asked excitedly, expecting nothing more than a nod or a laugh. His hardened face vanished, a smile arose, and Valiant let out an indecipherable jumble of words and skidded away happily, probably to the table of food across the main hall. She couldn't ask for more. She didn't want more. That's all she needed. Forever. Out of the corner of her eye, Rarity noticed a flash of movement and turned away from the pony she was conversing with.

     She saw a large glass punch bowl, followed by countless other glass objects, tumble and crash on the ground as a small flash of sand, grey, and auburn fly through the large house as the chaos ensued. She heard Stone Grace yell something as the rest tumbled down, and Rarity dashed over to the frazzled mother.

     "What just happened?" Rarity asked unnecessarily as Star Listener rushed over, panic across his face like the shock and question on Stone Grace's.

     "Have any of you seen Valiant?!" he shouted to the distressed dress maker and mother, expecting an answer faster than should be accepted.

"Well?!" he was not receiving an answer, so he dashed out of his shrapnel covered house and out into the Manehatten paths.

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Hours later, Star Listener had returned home, to find a now-relieved Stone Grace and a similarly expressed Rarity awaiting him. There was a one-winged colt in a small bed in the home with them.