The Prince's Mentor

Chapters

A Rough Beginning
Life of the Apprentice
A Good Start

A Rough Beginning

Author's Note

I had made this story to go with the Original Character I had created a couple months ago. Please be open with your opinion, I know I am not a professional.

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A Rough Beginning

Manenilla, Fillipines
Forward Operation Base Manilla

The red sun down light peaks past a small window and lights down on a victim of war, painfully sleeping in a hospital bed, his skin on his arm and legs are charred brown and red, with welts and gashes spotting his skin. His face was ripped apart, with a burnt cloth covering his right eye. Blood filled bandages cover is barren chest. Next to his body is a small desk sheltering notes sent to this solider, addressing him as Code and nothing else. Then the rays of sunlight reach to his face and his one good eye opens to a foggy and dim world. His mind commands him to get up but as he moves his head, a slender hand is pushing down on him.

“I’m sorry sir but you shouldn’t get up right now, comes out from the haze. Tilting his head, he sees a woman of purity, her white skin reflecting off the lowering sun. Moving up to the origin of the voice he notices her hair, a light tinted coloration of green, blue and pink hair yet it did not seem that the hair was dyed or was synthetic. Looking to her face to face he fears immediate filled his mind.

“Where am I?” he asked. Looking at the ripped and destroyed brown military uniform from a drawer in the desk, she pulled out a small note on top of it and showed it him. Lifting his hoof to the paper note in the mares hoof, he brought it to his face and started reading, anxious and curious of its contents.

“Dear Code, I understand that you just came from an assignment, but I had just been notified of another assignment that I can only entrust you to do, please notify me when you are allowed to leave, and please follow the nurses orders.” Although there was no signature, he could tell by the writing that this note was from his employer, Princess Celestia. Folding the note, he placed the note by his night table and returned his attention at the patient nurse.

“That note was addressed to you but a guard gave it to you by hoof, and since our policy states that the staff cannot interact or read any material sent directly to patients, I couldn’t read it.” The mare explained. Opening her mouth to explain further, she was interrupted by him.

“Excuse me, but when do you think I can leave, I have some important needs I must take care of,” he interrupted. Taking away her attention from her patients’ tattered clothes and to her actual patient, she looked down and replied,

“I don’t have an exact time of lease but let me go check with your medical history and your personal doctor for an exact day.” Backing away from the bed, she turned around and started to leave the infirmary but stopped and replied,

“My name is Redheart, if you need something, you can just call for me.” Once Redheart left, he groaned, looking back at his uniform,

She said what day, ugh, I need to check with Celestia for the assignment, he thought. Reaching out to his uniform, he looked at the cuts, rips, and chard marks sprayed on it, and then looking at the corresponding wounds on him. Great Celestia, that assignment better had done something, he thought. Moving his attention to the open door, he was still waiting for somepony to tell him when he could leave, anxious of his fate. The slow ticking of the clock next to him on the night table were the only sounds that echoed the room, with the eternity of ticks and tocks replaying in his mind as he waited for his diagnosis. Soon the eternity playing in his mind was cut by an abrupt halt as he the sounds of hoof steps filled the room as a stallion, no bigger than him entered the room, his dark brown mane clashed with is brown yellow coat. His upper body was covered by a white coat. He calmly walked through the small room, unaware of the curiosity running though Codes mind. Moving to his bed, Code could see a manila folder with a picture of him clipped to the front of the page.

“I understand that this isn’t your first time in our facility,” he stated, waiting for an answer. Looking from the folder to his face, all Code could say way a simple

“Yes.”

Taking in the reply, the doctor opened the folder in his smooth hooves, repeating some of the materials encased in it,

“Subject name: Unknown, Gender: Male, Mane color: Black, Coat color: Dark brown, General history: 4 repeated visits to this facility, but had attempted to abscond from the building twice in his previous visits, if he is to enter, restrain him, for some of his previous attempts had ended in self afflicted injuries and injuries to staff.” Looking back to his patient, he placed the folder on top of the uniform, “This was the folder I got from your files, but this note,” he started pointing to the slip of paper from his hoof , “Says that you are quite needed for Princess Celestia, and as a loyal pony to her cause, I think I can cut some corners for you.” Reaching underneath Codes bed, he took out a small grey cloth bag. Placing the item near his bead, he stuffed all of the items on the night table in to the bag from the brown uniform, to all of the scraps of papers, “Now according to my diagnosis, you were in a good state of health and I had allowed you to leave on your own accord,” he stated.

Picking up the items, he put forward his hoof and slowly but surely, Code rose from his rested state, and with some added effort, both stallions were on their hoofs. Looking at his patient, he realized his mistake, for Code was covered in a simple medical gown. Looking around, he took out the tattered uniform which he had just packed a minute ago, draping it on top of Code’s limp and ripped body. Handing the bag to Code, the doctor instructed, “Princess Celestia has a chariot for your escort to Canterlot,” he instructed.

With his new friend now seemingly complete, the unknown doctor left the room. Moving his thoughts to a wounded leg, Code slowly limped to the door, and then outside to search for a chariot, now realizing that sundown occurred quite a while ago and the world was engulfed in the void of the night. The sparsely placed lampposts glow a dim light through the streets, allowing Code to see through the void and notice the blackish blue chariot. Hobbling ever so slowly towards the vehicle, he noticed two armored forms emerging from the front of the chariot, both with a limb to their head. Approaching closer, he saw through his sole eye with a slight grin, as the two forms in true light were fully dawned night guards, both saluting him. Once he was able to see the hair on their coat, he replied the salute with a simple

“At ease, Guards.” Given the order, the two ponies dropped their hoofs and moved in front of the chariot, waiting for their superior to step on the platform. “On to Canterlot,” Code stated. With the word, the two bat ponies started to gallop down the street, picking up speed until both had leaped up in the air.

Picking up altitude, the chariot moved up above the roofs, soon then passing the clouds, showing the clear view of the moon. Unobstructed, Code looked at the crystal white orb, being reminded by its penal colony history. Looking past some clouds, Code moved his sight down to the north horizon, where the mountains lie. At the apex of the curves was the destination, the capital city of Canterlot. Its view growing as the flying ponies go past the ocean that walls the archipelagos of Manilla. The lifeless green pieces of land cover the outer regions of Equestria. The green dots remind the stallion passenger that of his life.

All of his life was spent running away from his community, away from people, and away from his family. But as his life came to a careening halt and the only pony that helped him was that of Celestia. She instructed one of the elite guards to teach him lessons that stayed with him for his life. She had personally financially supported him, but with that assistance, there was a price, as he put his only loyalty to Princess Celestia. He was nearly always sent to the ends of Equestria for assignments. His life was nearly always filled with adventure, but while he was thinking of his life, his eyes noticed the castle on the mountains had appeared closer.

The chariot was nearing the end of its flight. Coming past the clouds, the clear view of the castle and the surrounding city shined pasted the moon light. The two bat guard moved down their altitude to a nearby road as the chariot slowed down. Once the chariot had landed, Code jumped off the platform, looking back where the chariot would have been, it had disappeared with the cover of a dust cloud. “Seem legit,” Code said to himself as he started limping to the castle walls.

Once he approached the gate to the city, the darkened night, near pitch black atmosphere was slowly being filled by the sun. His sole eye looked past the red and orange orb. Its slow flight into the sky, making him feels warmth in his heart. Knowing that as the Sun rises, the moon will fall. With his meeting being with Celestia, he hurried his pace through the capital city, not carrying about any of the questioning stares from the uptight ponies wondering about the bloody, beaten, one eyed pony. The morning streets full with ponies out for breakfast or some early morning shopping. His pace increasing as he pierced through the small waves of ponies and the constant sounds of hoofs hitting cobble. His path slowly bringing him closer and closer to the royal palace as its view silhouetted by the sun. When he moved past the herds of early birds, he was soon directly in front of the spiral tower of the princess, its long shadow covering the communal buildings.

Approaching the steps into the doorway to the building, he nods to the guards, with that movement of the head telling them to let him inside. Walking through the halls, his gaze moves across the windows, its refracted light showing the stories of heroes and battles fought with near abnormal power, all hailing victory or with success.

Past the throne room was halls, filled with empty rows of white halls, walking down the familiar path, he moved through, looking at all of the rooms, searching for a room which he has visited many times before, although it lacks a formal name, the room intentions were simple, distributing specified orders to the receivers. Taking a right at the end of the hall he was in, he moved to a nearby door, opening it, he saw the two familiar chairs, opposing each other.

Moving himself, Code situated himself in one of the chairs, making him as presentable as his destitute body can be shown. After cleaning him to what he thought was as well as he could, he looked around the room. The room had two doors, the one on his right was the way he came but there was another door, one in front of him. What happened to this room? Waiting for Princess Celestia, his mind wondered if he entered the wrong room, but his question was answered when a slow creak was heard to his right. The door moved and a white figure entered. The figured was identified with her metallic horse shoes and golden tiara. Turning his head, he stood up as fast as he could and moved his hoof to his head in a salute.

“At ease Code,” Celestia stated. Moving to the other seat, she flashed a folder in thin air, titled Assignment 27. Opening it, she moved it to Code, it contents shown to him. “You were one of our best royal guards, but while your normal assignments are international due to your worldwide links, this assignment requires you to stay here in Canterlot,” Celestia said. Waiting until Code read the first parts of the briefing, Celestia finished, “Your assignment will be protecting and mentoring one of the finest colts in Canterlot Academy,” Celestia said. Turning behind her, the door opens revealing a young colt, huffing and puffing as if he ran straight to this room, the beads of sweat falling down his blue bi-colored mane, his muscular tone matched with his pure white coat. “Code, welcome yourself to your twenty seventh assignment, Shinning Armor,” Celestia said.

Life of the Apprentice

Chapter 2

Looking down at his snout, Code thought hard on his life decisions, his nostrils were bleeding due to a completely justifiable disagreement with the pony that controlled the moon. The ending of the disagreement had forced him to walk down Canterlot, tending his wounds as he visited his new apprentices’ social life. The young colt seemed to trot happily with what seemed to be a tough and strong stallion that was tasked by Princess Luna herself to train him as his successor. Codes nose had started to stop bleeding when the small walk from the palace to the colt’s home had ended. In his hoof was a now crimson red handkerchief which helped stop the bleeding,

“Great, I start the day getting beaten up by an Alicorn and now I am a literally a bloody mess with tattered clothes and barely bandaged wounds.” Code cursed out loud. Looking to the angry stallion, Shinning Armor expressed his worry,

“Are you sure that you don’t want medical attention for those wounds, I can contact our family nurse or we could go to the community hospital once we get to our family house,” he replied with care. His worries were ended with a dead stare from Codes sole eye. “Okay, if you don’t want some help, I hope you could make yourself look presentable, ‘cause my parents will most likely wish to bring you out for dinner,” Shinning informed him. After that statement, Shinning soon recognized the some of the buildings, knowing that he was close to his home, he picked up his pace, trying to come home as fast as possible. The streets passed by Code as he moved faster and faster past the building, he honestly didn’t know what was worst, the pony that was practically dragging him to his house or the fact that this is the pony that he had to take care of him when he had no kind of idea where to start. As Code contemplated his life decisions that lead him to this precarious situation, he didn’t realize that he was just running down the street not following the precarious white little pony. Moving his head around, he scanned up and down the street for Shinning to see him entering an empty lot.

“This can not be where this kid lives,” Code said to himself. Thankfully to Code’s surprise, this empty lot was a park, and he apparently didn’t live here as Shinning called out for somepony to come home with him. Looking around, Code found the stallion, walking towards a mare and a filly. Approaching them, he found saw the mare, a pony no older than Shinning himself, with a bright pink coat and a unique tri-colored mane with yellows, purples, and violets. Turning his full attention on her as he approached the three, he notice an oddity, the mare had wings and a horn, looking at her cutie mark, he saw a cyan crystal heart. Adding up everything, he came to the abrupt conclusion, the mare was Mi Amore de Cadenza, the princess of love. Once he was in hearing distance he heard Shinning thanking her, for what was assuming taking care of the little filly. Looking at the little filly, she seemed happy and enthused once she saw Shinning, she seemed two to three years younger than the other two, and a light fur coat of purple. Her mane was a darker shade of purple with a pink streak in the center. Once the three of them saw Code, his demeanor was changed by their reaction. The little filly runs behind Shinning once she saw him.

“Twilight, its okay, this is Code, a friend,” Shinning said. Looking at himself, he realized the little filly’s fear was not irrational, the clothes on him could barely be counted as a uniform, he still has red bandages visible under the tears of the shirt, his face had a busted nose with some blood stained fur, and a he moved his right hoof to the eye patch on his left eye. Remembering what fears he had as a colt, he tried to make a good first impression,

“Hello little pony, my name is Code, I’m friends with your brother,” He said. His statement had not changed Twilight’s mind as she stilled hid behind her brother. Turning to Princess Cadence, he bowed, paying his respect to a superior.

“At ease, Night Guard,” Cadence replied. Cadences reply had seemed to have sparked curiosity in Twilight with a hint of confusion.

“Hey, are you a special guard? Ooh, do you know the other princesses? Are you going to help my brother be the Head of the Guard? Wait, how come you aren’t a bat pony? Oh my gosh, I have so many questions,” Twilight asked. Moving to the little filly who had left her brothers embrace he laughed before he answered kindly with,

“No I’m not a special guard, yes I talk with Princess Luna, yes I am training your brother, and any pony can enter the Night Guard as long as you pledge loyalty to Princesses Luna,” he answered. Looking back to the two older ponies, “The sun is setting so we should probably go back home, Cadence do you need an escort, I can call a guard for your trip home,” He said. She replied,

“You don’t need to get a guard; I normally fly home so you can stay with Shining and Twilight.” Turning around, Shining pointed out

“Our house is near here so it won’t take that long to get there, Goodbye Cadence, I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” Turning back to the three of them, she waved goodbye as she started to ascend to her home. Looking back to the two siblings, Code had understood why it was important for Shinning Armor to be trained; he would have some sort of affiliation with the new princess.

“So why was Princess Cadence here with little Twilight,” Code asked Shinning. Looking back to the stallion, he replied,

“I have band practice after school, and our folks come back home from work a little bit after my practice, so on the days that I have band practice, Cadence helps our family out by taking care of Twilight, and then I pick her up once practice is up and by the time we get home we can just wait about 10 minutes until our parents come home,” Shinning answered. Nudging, his sister smiled and the pair paused in the street, and when Code turned around, Twilight jumped on Shining’s back and the two started to catch up to him together with Twilight riding Shining. Code replied with their action with a smirk,

“What are you two doing?” He asked. Through all of his military and private experience, he had never seen any pony do that.

“Back then, Twilight would get tired on the walk to our house, so I would carry her on my back, but we stopped doing that since she could start keeping up but I guess that she was tired today, isn’t that right,” He replied. Giggling and laughing, Twilight had replied his question with an enthusiastic,

“Yay, thanks big brother,” She said. Smiling Code saw how kind Shining was to his sister, as if he mentored her. Moving up to his mentor at the street crossing, he instructed the stallion where to lead.

“Our home is a couple blocks down on the left,” Shinning directed, and so the group turned to the family home.

Once the three ponies were at the base of their home, Shining took Twilight of his back and then pulled out a set of house keys, unlocking the doors. The three ponies entered the dark home with Twilight and Shinning entering with muscle memory, leaving Code to invite himself.

The door way showed a tidy and clean living room, one that seemed to hold everything the family would need, 2 couches; one large and one small, a coffee table piled with some simple refreshments, a wall of 3 bookshelves, and all floored with some purple and blue carpet. Past the living room, it merges with a kitchen of sorts, and when Code approached it, the kitchen had a stove oven and some cabinets filled with cutlery. To the left of the kitchen he noticed an open doorway gating a set of stairs leading to the second floor and the basement, looking through both of them; he noticed two sets of hoof prints in the carpet, one going up stairs and one going down. The set going upstairs was smaller and lighter, obviously indicating that Twilights room was up stairs, and the others set must mean that Shinning’s room was in the basement. Not wanting to trudge into the pairs after school rituals, he returned to the living room where he looked through the bookshelves. It had seemed that each shelf was individually organized with the shelf on the left being filled with adventure and action novels like the adventures of Daring Doo, the center to be filled with nonfiction and informative reading, and the right side being filled with fictional dramas and plays, most of them revolving around medieval times with some assumed fantasy but most of the writings, Code was not common with. His curiosity had led him venerable, as while Code was looking through the spines of the books and novels, he didn’t hear the mare and stallion pair behind him.

Then a loud and audible Thunk filled the small home before Code fell to the ground, unconscious before he hit the floor.

Author's Note

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A Good Start

Chapter 3

While Code was regaining consciousness, he heard muffled voices, he couldn’t identify the words or where they were coming from but he could tell they were arguing, when the voices soften he could try moving his eyelid, but his face choose to ignore his brain. He couldn’t move his face or any part of his body for that matter, but he could turn his neck so he tried to look up and see, sadly all he did was move his head up. Tired with his attempts, he heard the voices go silent and with the uneasy peace, he went to sleep.

Arising from his slumber, he noticed that his body had finally chosen to answer his calls, as he was able to move his only eyelid. Looking down he noticed that he wasn’t sprawled out on the floor, but was resting in a couch. Looking to his right, his blurred vision counted four ponies, moving a hoof to his face, his cleared vision saw the two siblings, but behind them looked like two apprehensive ponies, looking to the left, it was a light blue stallion, his short dark blue mane matched his coat. To the right was a white mare, hiding herself by her violet and light grey mane. Adjusting his body, he sat up and turned directly the four of them. As he laid his head to the rest, he felt a sharp pain in the back of a head, and cringed in pain. As he looked back, he noticed the mare seem to hide more and more form his sight. Speaking out a question that answered his situation, “What happened, and why does my head hurt so much.”

The two adults looked like they knew as he stared them down, the mare broke, “Look, I’m sorry, I thought you were a thief, honest.”

Looking at the floor, he saw that he was on the living room couch, and past the group, was a frying pan, as if it was marking where he could last remember where he was. Adding together the evidence, Code laughed, a small chuckle which only lasted for a few moments. “So you introduce a pony, with a frying pan to the head,” Code accused.

Cringing at the comment, the mare herself, “My name is Twilight Velvet, we are the parents of Shinning and Twilight, we have not expected you to come until later,” turning to her husband, he said.

“I am Night Light, Apologies on our actions.” He said. Turning to his son, he instructed, “Shinning, why don’t you take you sister and play a game with her in the basement.”

Nodding to his father he nudged his sister, and the two of them walked to the stair well and left the parents alone with his mentor.

Looking to two of them, he gestured to the other couch, “You guys don’t need to stand there,” he offered. Readjusting his uniform, he looked back to the pair, who had seated themselves side by side. “Thank you for your hospitality, it’s good to see your kids have protective parents,” Code commented.

Caught off by his complement, Twilight Velvet smiled, replying “It’s nothing, but we really are sorry about what happened, We both saw the door unlocked and neither of the kids were in sight and…” she went on before being cutting off.

“You acted to protect the things you held dear, there was no need for sorrow,” Code cut in abruptly. Looking towards the two, he put his fore hoofs on his lap, leaning his body forward. “Let’s switch the subjects, I’m assuming that you were lettered about my assignments, but we haven’t I haven’t formally introduced myself, my name is Code, I was part of Celestia’s international guard. I switched to her personal operations group.” He spoke those words as if he rehearsed it like a script.

Looking to his wife, he started the conversation “We had been informed that you would be taking Shinning as a personal apprentice, but Celestia never disclosed the reasoning why, or why you.” Night Light explained.

Taking a sigh, Code replied, “My assignment was only to train your son until Princesses Celestia dictates when, but the reason I was chosen was a mystery, I have very little difference from the others in the operations group.” Code answered bluntly, he himself had questioned what experience he had that made him more favored for training a child. ‘There were more important ponies who could have done this assignment, why was I picked out.’ He thought. Snapping back to reality, he realized he had missed a question that was asked. “I’m sorry I must have zoned out, what did you say?” He asked.

Nigh light replied, “I asked what happen to you, your body I mean, if it doesn’t bother you.”

Looking at his uniform, he chuckled, “These,” he said as he gestured to his body, “Are the cons of my job, but I was kind of lucky to be training you son, I really needed a break from everything.” Moving a hoof to a large cut right at his upper abdomen, feeling a sharp pain as his hoof contacted the mending tissue. “Yeah, I definitely need a break.” He told himself. Looking back, he noticed the two ponies, their faces filled with fear. “What?” He asked.

“How could you say that to those wounds, why are you so calm about something that serious?” Twilight said, practically screaming.

Moving his head up, Code replied, “If you are worried, don’t be, I scraped by with worse, and anyways,” he said, “At least I can still see.” He said as he gestured to the black cloth scrap over his eye. Again the expressions of the two didn’t change for the better, as the pair seemed to have changed from fearful to petrified. “Look,” he started, “Your son will never have my type of job, and his military contribution would be a local guard than anything else.”

Eased enough to speak, Night Light tried to change the subject, “Why don’t we move on, what about your friends, do you know any pony that lives in Canterlot?”

Moving his head back, he took a long thought before answering, “I know of a local field medic who studied here, goes by the name Godfrey, he was usually my field medic on my assignments.”

Intrigued by his medical system, Night Light continued the conversation, “You said he was your field medic, what do you mean by that?”

“Yeah, during some of our assignments, we can’t risk giving away our identities to the public, so a trained medic is assigned to an operative and assist us when we come back from harm’s way.” Code answered.

“Oh, what training goes in to becoming a field medic?” Twilight asked.

Looking back, he realized he couldn’t remember the answer, “From the stories I heard from Godfrey, after receiving normal medical teaching, he had to either go join the guard, or place their service in an area of turmoil, and actually,” Code said realizing something “That’s how we first met.”

Intrigued, Night Light asked, “What do you mean?”

“He didn’t want to fight,” Code chuckled, “He didn’t want his folks to worry about him being in harm’s way, so a common solution for field medics were to have the false story of studying abroad, and he chose to ‘study abroad’ at a city of Manilla. I was finishing my formal training there, he was finalized his training at the hospitals in the outskirts, and we both were assigned same government housing unit, and ever since then we were partners.” A long pause fell down the three of them, as the faint sounds of giggles from downstairs seemed to have been hushed.

Unknown to the pair of parents, the two children had silenced themselves and tried listening in on the conversation but their silenced movements and whispers could not get by the trained solider. “If you two wanted to hear this, why don’t you two sit down here?” Code said in an open and loud voice.

The parents looked at him with confusion, until the two figures exited their cover of the stairs and entered the living room. The white pony held his head down in fear of what his punishment would be, and behind him was the little filly, cowering behind him. The silence continued as the parents looked at Code with amazement, and Code gleamed down at the two little ponies.

To Shinning, the silence felt like an eternity with no apparent end, he knew it was wrong to indulge in others secrets, but his curiosity took over as he wanted to learn how Code lost his eye. Now in the spotlight and without the intel, he feared the wrath of his new mentor.

Then Twilight bluntly broke the silence, “Were there any filly field medics?” The comment took the atmosphere out, as the little filly didn’t get told about the birds and the bees, or how weird it would for somepony to inspect every part of your body and be the opposite gender.

Everyone looked at her with anger, all except for the one who the question was directed, “Yes there are a select few mares who chose to become a field medic, and you two can sit down somewhere,” Gesturing to the seat next two their parents, or the two to his own left. Twilight, having seen the dead stare from her brother, had sat down in between her parents. While Shinning sat down next to his mentor.

As the two sat down, Code remembered an offer Shinning proposed to deal with his broken muzzle. “Shinning offered the service of your family nurse, is he here now, maybe how that thought came to be in little Twilight?”

The statement let the parents laugh a bit, “First off it’s, he’s a mare, and secondly, I don’t recall where she went, she’s been gone for about two months, I think she should be coming back soon, especially if she wants to help out the school’s medical staff at Canterlot Acadamy.” Night Light replied.

Interested, Code asked, “Oh, do you know where she left.”

Looking back, he replied, “Not on the top of my head, she did leave a note of absence with the royal stamp and everything, um Twilight, could you get it, it’s on the fridge.”

Getting off the couch, Twilight walked out of the room and into the kitchen. While she did that, her parents, talked to each other.

“Didn’t she go to Manhattan?” Twilight Velvet asked.

“No, that was a year ago, I think it was Fillidelphia?” Night Light responded.

“No dear, she used to work at Fillidelphia.” Twilight said in replied.

The conversation would have gone for some time if it wasn’t for Twilight coming from her trip. In her mouth, was a folded page, she gave it to Code, who was amusingly observing the parents. Interrupted by Twilight, he took the page and slowly opened it up, looking through its contents.

Looking past it greetings, he looked at down in the letters body, scanning for any place or location. Not finding any type of place, he looked at the signature. Its cursive writing was hard to tell the name if it wasn’t for a Cutie Mark stamp added to the end, a Red Cross with light pink hearts at the corners of the mark. The Cutie Mark seemed so familiar but his memory couldn’t add them together. The possible location popped in his head as he remembered why the Cutie Mark felt so familiar. Looking back at the letter, he looked for one specified location. After two seconds, he saw what he was looking for.

“THE FILLIPINES that’s it!” Night Light practically screamed.

Moving down at the letter, he saw the signature, adding two and two, he got his four. The name of the family’s nurse, Nurse Redheart, and by the looks of the letter, she is still at Maneilla, Fillypines.

Author's Note

This chapter took a while, expect a longer break, finals are coming up, so less time to work on this project. Thank you for your comments on my grammatical errors.

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