Lament of a Shy Pony

by Ripcord

Rating: teen
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Fluttershy, Adventure, Sad
Length: 6826

Fluttershy please take to the sky

Some days, when the sun sets and the moon lights the land. A little pony, hidden in the back, has a story she cries in the night. Her parents are gone, lost in time, and she was left alone. Adrift in a sea of clouds, mocked and laughed at for her shyness, she has only the worst of reasons to hold strong. For the times she cries, nopony hears her, and nopony helps, yet I listen. I've listened for years now, basically when we first met. I want to tell her how I feel but...she's hurting bad enough. I fear that this shy, withheld pony will never know how I feel or get over her pain. Yet I hope, someday, when it's right, I'll tell her, and I'll help her.

Published 2012-06-13 22:54:05 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-18 00:38:25 UTC

Velvet bunny

The night was cool, enigmatic and wistful. I sat next to my cart waiting to close so I could head back to my home. I served some of the late comers along with a pony I knew all to well. Fluttershy, again last in line because she was politely letting ponies ahead of her. She finally made it to my cart, I was embarrassed because it was and old, decrepit cart but it was mine. She hid her head and walked up to the counter. I watched her, smiling at her attempt to enunciate herself. Always so quiet and withheld she was but I paid no mind to it.

"Um, hey Ripcord how are you tonight?" She asked quietly.

"Oh I'm great, it was a good day today!" I said cheerfully.

"Oh wonderful, so do you have any of the neat star fruit left?"

"You mean carambola, yeah I kept two hidden away for you," I said carefully, grabbing the two I hid. I walked to the other end of the cart and grabbed a bag to put them in.

"You didn't have to,"

"But it's my pleasure and since it was such a good day why don't you just take them,"

"Really, thats very kind of you Ripcord!" Fluttershy said happily grabbing the bag of carambola. She trotted off fluttering her wings a little as she did. I watched for a while, waiting for her to disappear behind the cover of night. When she was out of site and I could see no one I closed up shop. I grabbed the rusted red handle of the tarp and covered the cart top. I walked out the door shutting it quietly behind me and locking it. The moon was high in the sky by now, wind whistled by my ears and bit them. I grabbed my drake fur coat, it used to be my fathers but that was long ago. He was a brave colt, taking any and all on with his blade. The thought of him darkened my bright mood so I hurried on home.

I was on an well kept dirt road. Animal tracks speckled the trail, this signified that Fluttershy's house was nearby. I Eventually walked by and saw a candle in her windowsill, it was illuminating the curtains by it, putting a purple hue upon the ground. I walked up the trail to take a peek into her house. I got close and heard a quiet whimper, it was a melancholy sound, muffled by the nightly wind. I peeked in through the window and Fluttershy was laying on a chippendale couch. She was holding an old, ragged doll between her arms. It was a velvet bunny with black button eyes. She was hiding her face within its stomach, letting her tears fall onto it. I watched, wondering why she was crying and who gave her the bunny. I stayed a bit longer and watched, she just cried into the bunny. I couldn't bare it any longer to see such an altruistic pony cry like that. So I walked off, down the well kept dirt road and on to my home.

The night air got colder, It nipped at my uncovered parts. My breath fogged in front of me and sweat drew from my brow. I walked up the steep hill leading to my house. It was usually an effortless walk but my heavy heart made it callous. Why was Fluttershy crying, what could bring so much grief to such a pony. The thought bombarded my mind as I finished the trek up the hill. I walked to my house, it was a simple with few plants adorning the the windowsills and walkway. I went to the door and grabbed the key from my pocket. I unlocked the door and swung it open, I walked in and set the coat on the rack I keep next to the door. I walked in and sat in my chair, I grabbed some flint and leaned over to the candle. I smacked the flint together and watch sparks spurt from the impact. One spark finally landed on the candle and it lit up the room.

I walked over to my room, holding the candle so it would light the way. I entered it and was greeted with the welcome sight of my bed. I hopped in and pulled the comforter on me, resting my head on the down feather pillow. I set the candle on the rack on top of the side table. I rolled over and faced my window, the moonlight shown through lighting the dust specks. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep slumber.

It was morning now, my slumber was ended by the buoyant sounds of singing birds. I groaned as I sat up in bed, stretching my joints before starting the day. I got up and headed towards the kitchen to grab some bread for the road. I went over and opened an stained, hickory cupboard to grab my bread. I took a bite from it, it was still fresh so I continued to eat. I walked over to the door and grabbed my coat and key before heading out. I opened the door wan was greeted by the luminous rays of the morning sun. Something was glistening from the light, I let my eyes adjust only to see it was todays merchandise. I grabbed the rope tied around the width of the crate and dragged it along. It was heavy this time, maybe Willow put something extra in it for me today.

I walked down the hill, haling the encumbering crate behind me. It made an indention in the dirt behind it and caused a small dust cloud to form. My legs soon woke up and it became much easier, I'm not exactly a small pony. I've been doing this for years now, haling merchandise, tending to the shop, greeting everyone with the same jubilant smile of mine. It was a simple yet worthwhile life. I soon managed to get to my shop, I let the chest lay on the ground and unlocked the door. I walked in and pulled a wire so the tarp would shoot up. I walked back and opened the chest, I was right about Willow putting something extra in the chest. She put extra carambola inside, I smiled and started to unload the merchandise onto my shelves.

I finished stalking the shelves for today, I rubbed my head trying to get rid of some sweat. I hung up my coat, walked in and sat down, waiting for the customers. I waited a while, a slow day isn't uncommon in the market but I still got few ponies to come by. A few loyal customers of mine, they enjoyed the service I provide and what I sell out of this old thing. Soon they were all gone for lunch and I was greeted by a familiar face. It was Fluttershy, holding her velvet bunny.

"Hey Fluttershy, what's that you got in you hoofs?" I asked trying to act surprised.

"Oh it's nothing really, just my bunny," She replied quietly.

"Sure doesn't look like nothing, actually it looks pretty special,"

"It is, to me at least,"

"Must be a family thing, kinda like my dads old coat back there," I said pointing out my drake fur coat. Fluttershy walked over to my counter and set the bunny down upon it. I looked at it closely, it was old, almost like she had it since she was born. "Your bunny looks pretty old judging by the stitching done on the seems," I said.

"I've had it since I was a filly actually," She stated.

"Thats the same with my coat, so did your parents give it to you?" I asked. Fluttershy just looked down, grabbing the bunny as she did so. I watched her and she turned around and flew off. I felt like I botched the conversation by asking that question. How could her parents be such a delicate subject, I wanted to know more but I'll ask her tonight. It's been a slow day so I might close early and go to Fluttershy's house with my extra fruit. Then I could ask her about last night, and her velvet bunny.

Melancholy Dinner

I sat at my cart, drifting in thought between the velvet bunny and my work. Her actions confused me, I didn’t understand why she would carry something so personal around. The day dragged on, heating up as the sun rose in the sky. Sweat began to drip from my mane dotting the wood floor below and my muscles tired under the oppressive heat. Between that and my worry over Fluttershy I decided to close shop early, I usually don't do this sort of thing but when I saw how she acted it felt right.

As I tried to stand up my muscles protested and spasmed. I kicked the counter in frustration sending my chair off tilt and me to the ground in the shade behind the cart. The cool wooden floor was rough but for a brief moment I was at ease. I laid there, allowing my body to relax and breathed softly letting each breath I took embrace my lungs. After a few minutes I rose slowly. Rearing up I used the countertop to steady myself as I grabbed the rusted red handle and pulled the tarp down.

I made my way to the back of the cart again. Grabbing the extra fruit from today, I looked intently at each of them. Inspecting them for any imperfections, bugs or bruises. After a thorough analysis I tossed away the refuse and gathered the rest into a small sack. As I did I counted out two apples, three pears, and two carambola. I knickered at the sight of the last, such an absurd name for an intricate fruit.

Finishing up I gathered my fruits, grabbed my coat, and walked out of the shop. I managed down the steps nearly falling as I did, my legs still feeling weak from the recent hot spell. I took a deep breath, turning around and grabbing my key. Locking the door behind me I began my walk to Fluttershy's for a surprise visit. Standing outside my cart I let the wind tickle my fur, it was still getting warmer but the cool breeze felt wonderful. Releasing a contented sigh I returned my focused to the task at hand and walked off towards Fluttershy's house. I stopped every now and then allowing the wind to cool my slowly chafing body.

As I walked my mind was filled with thoughts of Fluttershy. How her wonderful pink mane curved perfectly into the image of a heart. Her luxuriant yellow coat. Her Cutie Mark. Was it possible she shared my feelings? It was a thought that remained entwined within my soul. It had a deadly lock on my heart whose key could kill as easily as free. I wanted to know, but I was afraid and she is so shy and easily hurt. I couldn't put such a burden on her. I was so lost in my thought that I didn’t notice when I stepped through the open gate. Nor Fluttershy tending to the plants, listening as I muttered my thought aloud.

"Um... Ripcord, are you um... alright?" Fluttershy asked. I blinked a few times and shook my head. I looked at Fluttershy and realization hit me like a buck to the head.

"Y-yes. I'm fine. I, uh, brought you a few treats," I said smiling awkwardly.

"Oh boy, thats so nice of you. Oh... what are they?"

"Fruits. I was hoping, you know, maybe we could have supper together at your house?" I said awkwardly. Setting the bag of fruit down I rubbed my head.

Fluttershy smiled, “oh that sounds nice. Please come inside..” She reached down and picked up the bag with her mouth before heading towards the house. When she turned I noticed that she had the velvet bunny on her back. It sat on her back tilting slightly towards the left, hoping as she trotted up the pass. Those black button eyes stared at me, watching me, waiting it seemed for me to ask.

My heart was skipping in my chest as I followed her up the path to her cottage. I was amazed that everything was going so well, maybe she really did feel the same. Fluttershy was already at her door. When she set the fruits down the bunny slipped off her back and into a spring flower patch. She didn't notice. Opening the door she retrieved the bag and continued into the cottage. I walked over to the patch to get a better look at it. It was an aged, tear stained bunny. The wear on the stitching showed it was almost never set to rest, always

in motion, always held. I picked it up and felt a sense of joy come over me yet with a bittersweet aftertaste.

I carried the bunny into the house while Fluttershy was diligently working on making the salads. She looked regal as she carefully diced the different fruits and tossed them into the

bowl. I walked in and set the bunny on the table. Slowly I crept up from behind and nudged her flank. She let out a high pitch squeak and took to wing, floating a few hooves above the ground. When she calmed down and turned around she smiled and pushed me out of the kitchen.

Her face turned into an adorable frown and she pushed me out of the kitchen, "haha you can wait out here now mister." She said blushing a little.

I laughed to myself and sat on the chippendale couch, patiently waiting for her to come back. My body was tingling with glee, my heart jumping nearly out of my chest and breathing became slightly harder. Soon Fluttershy emerged from the kitchen with two large wooden bowls filled with the chopped up fruits I brought her. She walked out back to the picnic table and I happily followed her lead. I watched as she placed them on the table and sat down.

"Oh... um, Ripcord, are you coming? Your salad is getting warm,” she said.

I gulped loudly, my anxiety couldn't be more obvious at this point but I proceeded to sit down anyways. I looked at the salad, it was extravagant and smelled divine. I dove in rarely stopping to breathe. The one time I did my mane was littered with lettuce. Fluttershy spat her food on

the table in laughter and we had a good time. I looked at her and watched as she smiled, it was rare to see this but a wonderful thing to look forward to. I sat up in my seat, my heart slowed down and I began to feel more comfortable around her.

"So Fluttershy, I have to ask about your bunny," I said breaking the silence. The wind whistled by, it moved her air making it dance and revealing her bereaved face.

"I-I don't like to talk about it, if thats alright with you." She said hiding behind her mane.

I got up and walked around the picnic table to sat next to her. I put my arm around her letting her know that it was okay. I waited a while, allowing Fluttershy to understand that I meant no harm in my questions. “Please? It would mean a lot if you told me.”

She glanced at me from the corner of her eye and I gave her an encouraging smile. She was silent for a moment before taking a breath, "I've had it since I was born, it's very special to me."

"Yeah, I know Fluttershy, but why?"

"It's the only thing my p-parents gave me before... before they died," Fluttershy barely managed to finish before a heavy sob shook her and tears began flowing. I held her, embracing her in my arms. I wanted to help, I wished I could go back and fix it. Make it so her parents were still alive today. Yet time only pushes us forward, never letting us go back, never allowing change. It was a hard truth to swallow but it's all I could do at this point.

I waited for her to calm down, "what happened to them,"

"They *sniff*... they were killed by Equine flu. I remember my d-dad sitting next to my mother’s bed, holding me while I played with that bunny. *squeak, ah*One day h-he laid down in bed, I crawled onto his chest and fell asleep with the bunny. When I awoke the next morning he... *sniff*... he..." she cried burying her face in my shoulder, unable to finish. I placed my head on hers as she whimpered softly. I felt the tears fall to my

coat and I hummed softly, only imagining the pain she felt. I was at least left with a mother for a short time, but only a short time. I couldn't help but feel like I was the only one who cared, I held her tighter as she bawled in the setting sun.

When she stopped and laid her head in my lap I felt an urge that I shouldn't have, but I held it back. I began to understand finally that her bunny was her family, or at least what’s left. She cries to it like she would a mother and takes it everywhere to feel safe like with a father. I teared up at the thought and let one escape, plummeting to Fluttershy's head. She felt it and looked up at me.

"I-I am so very sorry Fluttershy," I said softly.

"It's *sniff* ok Ripcord," She asked.

"How is it ok, you never had a mother, a father, and were rejected from your society. H-how is that ok, how is that alright Fluttershy?"

"It's not, but it's the only life I knew as a child," She said quietly. I couldn't hold it back anymore and I too began to cry. I couldn't help but feel utterly indebted to this poor mare, forced to raise herself and forgotten. My heart shattered and my soul burned. I wanted to give her everything, trade lives and let her live in my place. That way she would at least have a mother, even if it was only for a while. Fluttershy got up and hugged me, I looked at her and saw the anguish in her eyes. I was sure she saw it in mine too, Though for different reasons.

"Tell me the story about your jacket Ripcord? That is if you don’t mind." She asked.

I sighed knowing I couldn’t deny her request, "it was my fathers, he was in a militia group in the Dragon Mountains. My mother was a nurse in the town, tending to the ill and injured of the militia. I was a young filly at the time, I adored my father’s bravery. One day a dragon

ransacked the village looking for my father. He had killed it's brother not to long ago and it was hungry for revenge. My mother tried to stop him but all he did was give her his coat. She cried a little and wrapped me in his coat. I looked at her and smiled and soon she did too. I didn't know what happened to my father but the dragon came close to the house. My mother ran outside and tried to stop it, but all that happened was she became mortally wounded. A year passed and I laid at my mother’s bedside, I held her hoof praying she would stay but it was

helpless. The wounds would never heal properly, and she didn't make it through the night," I finished and tried not to cry again.

Fluttershy and I hugged again and we both tried to comfort one another. I wanted to trade lives, and Fluttershy wanted to save my mother. I felt like a weight was pressing down on my lungs, I could barely breath from the sorrow. Fluttershy was used to it so she knew how to help, I looked at her. I saw her eyes glisten in the setting sun, she looked back and we moved closer. I felt like dying and so did she but we had hope. Our lips meet as the sun dipped below the horizon and for a moment it all felt right. The world had slowed to condemn the worries of two ponies, letting us hold on to what we have for a while longer.

Good nights, old enemies

The night ran on and the sun set behind the trees. The land mellowed around us as fireflies dappled the sky in their vibrant colors. We laid together as the blue grass hugged our backsides and watched them dance. It was peaceful, an amiable display of both love and understanding as we shared our warmth under the moonlight. I sat up, Fluttershy did the same and she scooted closer to me, grabbing my foreleg and gently putting her head on my shoulder. I welcomed the feeling of her delicate pink mane on my coat and I rested my head onto hers as we watched the stars. It was a wonderful time for me and Fluttershy. We both shared something unique and terrible, we were forced to raise ourselves. Left to fend off the monster under our beds alone and find our own answers to life. It's been hard for me with my parents death. But Fluttershy, poor poor Fluttershy, left alone, rejected and forlorn in a sea of clouds.

I was watching as the fireflies danced happily around us, they looked to be having as much fun as me. "Hey Fluttershy?" I asked, turning attention to the mare beside me.

"Yes Ripcord?" She replied, raising her head.

I looked away from her for moment and something sparked in my head. I remembered from earlier today what I said to myself, the question left unanswered. Looking at her and clearing my throat I began to speak, but not as confidently as I hoped. "I... I want to t-tell you, um, something important," I mumbled, she brought her head closer and placed it next to mine.

"Well...what is it?" She asked quietly. I wanted to speak but my words were caught in my throat as my mouth moved without sound. They didn't want to come out. They fought every attempt I put forth to unveil them. I began to sweat and my legs grew weak. I wanted to collapse but she hugged me, embracing me in her hooves. It was as if she already knew what I was wanted to say, as if she always knew what I wanted to say.

"I-I really care for you Fluttershy, I want to be more than friends and just....just be with you," I said, feeling a great weight lift from my soul even as I awaited her response.

"I-I......kind of, want to be......more then, more then friends too Ripcord," A sense of bliss overcame me as the words sunk in, the lock was slipping and setting me free. I could feel it, every beat of my heart was like a tumbler falling into place until it finally clicked and fell away. It echoed throughout my chest and I suddenly I was alive again.

She pulled herself closer, squeezing against me and using me as protection from the cold. Burying her face in my chest she shivered and I wrapped a wing around her, shielding her from the cold night air. She shook a little more and I felt a tear hit me on the hoof. The joy fled from me and was quickly replaced with worry. The smile I had was stripped away as I continued to rub her back. I knew I should have never told her how I felt, I thought to myself as I brought Fluttershy into a tighter embrace.

A cool breeze rushed by whispering a familiar song in my ears. I listened closely and began to hum the melody. Fluttershy's ears perked up at the sound. I looked down as she picked up the melody and hummed it with me. She rose slowly, letting her hair fall down in front of her face. Our two voices mingled in the night air as our eyes me. A single tear hid in the corner of her eye as if you accentuate the look at joy that overwhelmed her face as she looked into my eyes.

She tilted her head down and I started rocking gently back and forth, swaying with the wind as it ran around us. Fluttershy began to shiver again and I pulled her in closer. My coat was warmer than hers and she nuzzled my chest. We continued to hum together in the deepening night. She wasn’t humming, I realized, she was singing so softly that the words were lost to my ears. I strained to listen, hoping to hear her song.

Her voice rose as she lost herself in the song. At the sound a smile returned to my face and I listened to Fluttershy's song. It was a long, despondent melody, but alleviated the mood all the same. The melody warmed my soul and stopped Fluttershy from shivering. For some reason I began to feel tired. I became relaxed, almost to the point of sleep. Fluttershy must have felt the same way because she let out a soft yawn. We fell back together, softly hitting the ground. The grass was cool and a bit wet but still comfortable. Fluttershy wrapped a wing around my chest and nuzzled my neck as she continued to sing. I listened closely to the almost inaudible words and felt their spell. My eyes became heavy and I drifted off to sleep.

It was early in the morning when I awoke, the sun was low in the east and morning dew was settling on me. The birds were singing and clouds drifting meaninglessly across the sky. I wanted to get up and greet the day, but I couldn't move. My muscles refused every order sent to them. I couldn't figure out why and I began to struggle. A small groan filled the quiet air and I stopped. I tilted my head down only to be met by a wall of pink mane. I felt the warmth pressed against me shift. I twisted my head and tried to blow the hairs out of my face. Something moved across my chest and squeezed ever so softly. The confusion of sleep faded away and understanding set in.

I relaxed and a pleasant smile split my face. Taking a deep breath I savored the scent of her mane, the soft aroma of spring filled my world. I let my head drop back to the ground. I wanted to get up but I couldn’t bare the thought of disturbing her. She was so peaceful. I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed her presence. The slow rise and fall of her chest and the beating of her heart lulled me back to sleep.

I was woken up again, but this time it was Fluttershy. She was shaking me and trying in vain to get me up. Still caught in the fog of sleep I couldn't fully focus yet, but I heard her talking to me. She seemed faint, startled almost.

"R-Ripcord,...oh my, Ripcord wake up, please," she pleaded. My eyes focused on her and I could tell by the look on her face that she was frightened by something. I felt a surge of adrenaline power through me, clearing away my confusion.

"W-what's wrong flutter *groan* shy?" I asked, doing my best to ignore the cramps. She was breathing heavy, I couldn't understand what she was trying to say. I cast out, unsure what to expect. When I spotted the drake through the window of the cottage I shook my head. There are no drakes around Ponyville. I disregarded it as my imagination, some image left over from my dreams.

"Th-th-there is a d-drake...d-dra." She said too scared to finish her sentence.

"No, there can't be, they live deep in the Dragon Mountains," I said to trying to reassure her . I hugged her, kissed her on the head and lead her inside.

I stopped as soon as I opened the door, there was a drake standing in the middle of the room with its muzzle buried in my fathers coat. Unbridled rage rushed through me and I charged the beast without a seconds thought.

The drake spotted me and reared up and I barrelled into its chest. We tumbled across the room in a fury of limbs. It snapped at me with its powerful jaws as I kicked and stompped at its thick hide. It let out an earsplitting cry I let loose a wordless scream filled with all the pain and anger of old wounds that had all too recently been reopened. The beast caught my neck in a clawed limb, with a mighty heave it launched me across the room into the cushioned back of the couch.

My head spun as I tried to regain my hooves. I strained against the weight pushing against my back, but it wouldn’t budge. My vision began to settle in time to see the drake making its way over to where I lay. It carried a look of what can only be described as smug confidence in its eyes. I struggled in vain to free myself from the weight of the couch. The beast stood above me, savoring its impending victory. Orange tongues of fire danced around its mouth as it drew back it serpentine neck and filled its lungs. I closed my eyes awaiting the fiery death that was only moments away.

The sound of her voice echoed around the small cottage. My eyes shot open. There she was standing nose to nose with the dragonling. Its jaw scraping the floor as it backed away in fear. The small yellow pegasus stood over it, staring down the creature easily twice her sizes. Its eyes darted around the room looking for an escape route as it scampered backwards. It spotted the a window and with a flap of its wing the beast fled in terror.

I stared at her in silent awe unable to tear my eyes away. Never in my life and I ever conceived of the scene that had played out before me. Fluttershy watched the window for a moment, ensuring the beast was well and truly gone. She turned toward me with not but worry in her eyes, “Oh my, are you okay?”

Answers in death

I couldn't speak, my eyes had been opened. Fluttershy, the shy and withheld pony, had a heart bathed within a rose ember. The sight of a friend in need sparked an emotional cord that gave her the courage of a hardy warrior. I was utterly distraught by how she could instil fear into a drake just by glaring at it. The cold, indomitable look she gave the drake made it quake and flee in terror. As she looked back I saw that her temper was quickly abolished and she returned to her normal, altruistic state. I continued to stare in awe as she waltzed over to me unharmed. She looked at me awkwardly, laughing and fluttering her eyes as I gawked.

I composed myself and began to speak. "Y-yes I'm fine Fluttershy, just a few scrapes and bruises nothing ma.*ugh*.." I convulsed, a sudden rush of pain piercing my body.

"Oh my, Ripcord, a-are you alright?" She asked as she leaned closer to me, inspecting the few injuries I received in the fight. I swallowed as pain shot through my limbs, my body tensed and my head throbbed. My eyes began to fog, blurring my vision and hindering my perception. The pain became more intense, I let out a stressed grunt and my head fell hitting the floor. It bounced and the world started to fade, becoming more and more caliginous. The last thing I saw was Fluttershy rushing to my side, screaming at the sight of something disheartening.

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The package in my saddlebags weighed me down as I walked towards home. The cool mountain air of Redmane filled my lungs with each breath. It had been so long since my last visit, I was amazed to find everything just as I remembered. For the life of me I couldn’t think of why it had taken me so long to return. There must have been some reason.

“Oh no...” I spun around looking for the source of the voice, it tickled the back of my mind. Unable to place it or find its source I shrugged it off as a trick of the wind.

I turned back to the road that led home, mother was waiting for me and I wouldn’t want to make her angry. As I trotted down the path I admired the buildings that I had not seen in so many years. They always seemed to be untouched by weather or time, remaining as if locked in stasis. Most of the houses were only one story, a molded brick siding complimented their straw thatched roofs. It was lovely yet simple place to live, everyone happy, blissful in fact to greet another day. I continued on, the aphotic sounds protruding from the Canyon district discouraged my entrance. I hesitated before entering. Was it still the same run down pit of thieves that I remember? I wasn’t the little colt I used to be and this was the shortest route home. Squaring my shoulders and preparing for the worst I entered at a brisk trot.

Like everywhere else, it was exactly as I remembered. Every building was wooded, run down, or blood stained. It had an aroma that made your heart sink in your chest. Thieves, liars, and adulterous ponies adorning the discolored black brick walkways. Anxiety filled me at the thought of the place, a dark, decrepit hole filled with disheartening souls. Yet, there was one group I feared most, Dragon Priests, they could be anywhere, or anyone. I paid close attention to the local ponies and soon saw something most frightening. And there they were, the worst of the worst. I did my best to avoid eye contact as I pushed through. My family was not exactly on good terms with the dragon worshiping nut bags. Were it not for the few guards patrolling the streets I had no doubt that they would be dragging me into some ally with murder in their eyes.

I remained to myself, keeping a safe distance between me and their blades. I dared not run or attract any unneeded attention so I walked slowly, diligently placing my steps. The thought of being murdered, dragged away, or used in a ritual gave an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I walked on hesitantly, the gates to my home district slowly drawing nearer. The gates were bronzed, hints of ivory speckled the tips of the old spears used to make it. The spears of the gate symbolized our willingness to fight for our homes. It was a beautiful up close but I mustn't remain here. I dare not anger my mother and trotted quickly on into the Red Rock district.

"Wa....u..!" I spun around to try and find this noise.

"Hello! Is anyone following me? Do you need help?" I asked, but was answered with only silence. I shrugged my shoulders and trotted on towards home. This district, my home district, was elegantly made and the detail on the architecture couldn't be missed. The Red Rock district was home to some of the most famous architects. All the two story houses had red shingled roofs along with the normal ones.The architecture was styled after old Rohnan, but revamped to fit modern styles and used less materials. I continued on, wobbling a little as my head began to ache. I ignored it, pushing the pain aside, and walked on to my home.

The closer to home I got the worse I began to feel. My stomach churned and I felt like throwing up, but managed to hold it down. I fought the spikes of pain and nausea as they tormented my body. Had I eaten some rotten hay? As I fought the growing sickness I tried to remember where I had last eaten.

"Rip....wa....please!" I stopped this time and listened. The voice was foggy but had a familiar tone to it, I shook my head and tried to write it off as the illness growing in my gut. It was a strange day. Ghostly voices, sickness and Dragon Priests are three things that shouldn't be together. I continued on, bracing myself every few steps, my body felt like it was slowly failing me, giving in to the poisons coursing through my system.

"Please, wak.....pl..!" I heard the voice more vividly this time.The pounding in my head worsened, banging around as if something were trying to break through. I began to sway in motion, my movements becoming slower and less frantic. My walk turned into a sluggish, dawdling pace. I pushed on and rounded the corner to my house and immediately regretted it. The sight before my eyes was horrifying, repulsive, and heartbreaking. I pushed through the pain, running to my house, only to collapse in my haste.

"Ripcord, wake up.....!" I was startled this time. It was talking to me. A ghostly voice from beyond the shroud, scratchy and yet familiar. I couldn't shake the feeling someone wanted me to wake up, but I was already awake.

Again I shook my head and tried to rise but couldn't. I wanted to run over and help but my legs refused me. The sight before me, my mother lying beside a dragon with a sword protruding from its skull. Blood staining the walls and tainting the soil, my soul was ripped in half at the sight. I remembered as a foal my mom lived, but now, now I can't believe my eyes. It was too hard to watch, to much to bear as my heart sank with me.

"Ripcord, Wake up please, please wake up!" The voice yelled. Everything crashed around me and my eyes opened. All I could see was the tear stained face hovering before me as recognition flooded my sluggish thoughts.

"F-Fluttershy?" I asked as the world around me began to fade, disappearing before my eyes and soon it was gone. I was floating aimlessly in a black void, desolation and bereavement my only companions. I was dead inside, my body beaten, my soul torn by the sad truth of what happened. And I floated alone in the endless expanse of nothing.

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"Rip....R-Ripcord wake up you must, for the remedy mixed you should trust," Zecora said standing over me.

I looked around and saw Fluttershy to my left holding my hoof. She looked scared, tears adorned her face as she whimpered. She was hiding her face, letting the tears dot my coat. I reached over and grabbed her hoof, my muscles protested the movements but my will compelled them to continue. She squeaked in surprise at my sudden movements, but the startled look was quickly replaced with worry.

I smiled as best I could to reassure her as Zecora applied more of the salve to my wounds. I winced and hissed at the sting. I tried to sit up only to be forced back down by a lance of pain. Concentrating I managed to take control of my lungs and force myself to take long deep breaths. The ointment hurt more than the wounds had, but I endured, eventually I managed to speak. "So, Zecora what happened to me?" I asked.

"Your body became encumbered by the drakes poison as you slumbered," she replied in jubilant tone.

I looked at her cock eyed, I still wasn't used to how she spoke, but grateful all the same, "Zecora, you freak me out, but thank you."

"It, of course, was my pleasure, but life from now on, you should treasure," Zecora replied as she collected her herbs.

She was an odd pony, but always nice to have around. A sense a gratitude swept through me and I smiled as the zebra walked away. I was lucky to be alive. I hadn't noticed when it cut me, but if Zecora hadn’t been here... Drake blood is a potent poison, it had an effect similar to a black widow bite. Slowly eating away at the muscles, making you easier to eat. My mind drifted until I felt the soft embrace of a worried pony. Fluttershy held me tight. She was ecstatic by that I was still alive, I felt a warmth overcome me and I grasped her arms as we sat there together, thanking Celestia for a story now complete.