Her name was Gentle Current. She knew this because the nice lady told her, and proper ladies do not lie. She felt funny and there was a disturbing silence she noticed. The lady told her about this, a warning that her best friend may not make the trip, but the lady promised her that her daddy will try to be there when she wakes up.

Her daddy wasn't, there was only a large blue pony with wings and a horn, an alicorn we all know, looking through her belongings. A stained and torn dress lay discarded on a nearby chair, but it was the folded scrap of paper, water stained, that held Princess Luna’s attention. Unfolded and held before Luna and Gentle, it depicted an alien face, Gentle's previous one, drawn in pencil by a great artist, shaded expertly. Gentle looked down and brought a hoof to her muzzle. The lady did not lie, she smiled and sat up, intent on introducing herself.

The sound of something solid hitting the ground gave her pause, her shark tooth, a gift from her daddy and proof of his immense strength. It floated to the mare’s face in a cloud of blue, curiosity clear in Luna's features. Gentle starred as well, magic never lost its appeal to the Little Sisters and many hours were spent debating it.

“That's a shark tooth!” the young filly shouted.

Let it be known that no child knows that value of patience, or volume control.

Luna gasped, she may be a few millennia old but she could still be surprised like anypony or anybody. Caught going through a young filly’s belongings, she blushed and turned to apologise but stopped stunned by the happy, innocent smile and non judgmental eyes. Eyes that glowed a pale yellow with golden pupils. The scerala was the brightest, which begged the question of how the filly could even see. Luna realized she was staring and cleared her throat.

“I'm sorry, what was that?” she also forgot what the filly had said not ten seconds prior.

“I said that's a shark tooth, my daddy gave me it.”

Well, Luna’s first guess was a dragon or manticore, but a shark's tooth was still quite impressive.

“Oh, did he find it at the beach?” she asked. The good news was the filly didn't seem affected by her brush with drowning at all.

“Nope, it was embedded in his arm!” Gentle proudly said.

Luna blinked. And then blinked again. “He just found it in his… arm?” There were a few reasons to wonder at the filly’s sentence. Last she checked ponies didn't have arms, for one thing.

Gentle giggled. “No, silly! The shark bit him.”

“He was attacked by a shark! I hope he didn't get hurt too badly.” Even in Equestria shark bites did still happen, unfortunately.

In comparison to humans, ponies taste better for shark's, so the frequency of attacks was statistically higher than on Earth, as well as the lethality of said attacks. See, not outright paradise. However coconuts have never killed anypony, so take that as you will.

“He's fine, thank you for your concern.”

“That's good to hear, and may I say you're very polite.”

“Thank you!” she smiled

My designation is Lancer-twenty nine, the thirtieth of my kind. The original prototype was Lancer-zero, he lasted only three weeks. At the peak of our trials, he eliminated eighty-four threats, a high goal to best.

I am a Lancer. I am a fighter, there is no problem I cannot solve without considering violence. To the violent, I am vengeful yet tolerance survives pressure, intolerance does not. To aid another Big Daddy is almost taboo, however I have noticed that Bouncers and Rosies are the most likely to help each other, usually in combat, sometimes with maintaining Rapture or removing a blockage.

Rumblers are flawed, Lancers are perfect and the last capable Alpha fell years ago. Big Sisters are NOT to be protected, they are no longer our charges, if one is in danger… I honestly doubt I or my fellow Protectors would fight for them. They are not our problem, they do not want our solutions, they are not ordered by any but their Mistress; until her death, that is.

Even after, they carried on like the Rosies. They still desire to serve their purpose, which is to protect OUR charges, from us even, and to kidnap innocent children for a procedure which no one is knowledgeable enough about, or willing, or even alive, to carry out.

These Big Sisters tote around terrorfied little girls, looking to continue on as normal… I'm not even sure they understand why their Little Sister is so scared of them. Or why the little girl screams for her mommy and daddy.

We Lancers, however, knew that this was the final generation of Little Sisters. It's comforting to know our charges have left us, disheartening to see our former charges lose themselves to the madness, painful to admit that these new girls, although they are not our charges, will forever weigh on our minds.

Big Sisters are not our enemy, or family or even fool… they are victims, bringing the innocent deeper and deeper into our personal punishment, our halls of Hell, creating more victims. And my programming betrays my desires; ignoring their screams, I continue searching for a real Little Sister… I can not help them. Big Sister or her false Little Sister. Weakling.

I realized that I was thinking too loudly to hear Miss pie as she spoke. "Are you listening to me?" she asked, an eyebrow raised in question.

"No, ma'am." I replied.

"That's okay," she laughed. "You must have a lot on your mind, just remember that you owe me a surprise party!"

"Am I to surprise you or…"

"There's the secret!" she laughed loudly.

"...I will attempt to see to it."

Pinkie Pie nodded and hopped forward, leading me through the intimidating township she called home. Every single pony stared, some in awe while most in fear. None could see how nervous I was.

Author's Note

I'm still scared about writing, but facing your fears is good.