Chapter seven: Never give up.

You arrive at the house, Rainbow taking you inside the house with her. She gives you a concerned look.

"Are you sure you are okay?" She asks.

"I've had much worse. I'm fine, Rainbow." You reassure her.

"Okay... I am gonna make something to eat. What would you like?"

"A salad would be nice, if you could." You reply.

It's been a few weeks since then, however. You have been going part-time job to part-time job for bits. Granted, you didn't need to because of Rainbow's job pays enough for you both to be sustained, but you don't like being lazy.

Shaking free of your day dream, You go back to drinking your coffee and reading the newspaper. Rainbow hasn't woken up yet. You nearly spit out the coffee when you read the front page.

Griffins Declare War!

Yesterday, the Griffin Kingdom declared war on Equestria. We were not given a reason on why, but Equestria is already begun to draft soldiers. "If you are a stallion over the age of eighteen, you can expect to be drafted." Says Prince Shining Armor. Equestria has taken the defensive, while The Griffins took the offensive. Stay tuned to the news for more information.

You hear a knock at the door and go to answer it. You see a large Stallion at the door.

"Hello, I am Captain Bulls Eye. You are Jeremy Fitzgerald, I presume?" He says. You nod, and he gives you a paper. "See you in basic, Recruit." With that, he flies off. You read the paper. It's a Draft Notice.

You go back to the dinning room, and reread the Draft Notice over and over again. You have five weeks before you have to go to Canterlot for training.

Your ear twitches as you hear somepony come to a stop right behind you, and kiss your neck.

"Morning, Jeremy." Rainbow says as she grabs The newspaper and reads it. Her smile fades slightly. Then she Looks at you. "Don't worry, we still will be together." She says and reluctantly you show her the Draft Notice. A tear runs down the both of your faces.

She loses her cool, and you pull her into a hug.

"Jeremy... Why did it have to be you?" She manages to say at last. You hug her tighter.

Eventually, she stops crying. She gives you her most serious face.

"Just stay safe, can you promise me that?" She asks.

"I promise. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." You say, and she leads you back to your room, your coffee forgotten about on the table.