Bardic Lore: Stabled Dreams

by Rose Quill

Rating: everyone
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Adventure
Length: 7575

Azure sets out to take her mind off an uncomfortable reminder.

Azure Foalklore is a bard, traveling the land in search of epic stories, songs, and the occasional bit of treasure. But mostly, she plays for special events around Ponyville and Canterlot. But after one cute-ceañera, she begins to feel restless and heads back out on the road, dark memories following.

Continuity: Bardic Lore

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Published 2017-03-19 22:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2017-03-25 00:08:23 UTC

Chapter 1. Unintentional Reminder

“Ugh, my hooves,” I groaned as I stepped into the cottage. “I feel like they’ve fallen off.”

Gleam Star gave me a wry look as he doffed his helm and went to the cask set on a counter in the kitchen. “Azure, no one made you walk all the way from Canterlot,” he said, filling a mug with cider. “You chose to take the scenic route.”

“Well, there was that little village on the way, I thought that I’d at least pick up a few good songs or stories.” I lit my horn and undid my baldric, settling the item that held both my flute and rapier on the table. “But everything they had I’ve heard before. I need to get back out to the wilds, Gleam.”

“No one stopping you, you know,” he said after a long pull on his mug. “You’re one of the most headstrong mares I’ve ever had the misfortune to know.”

I smiled at the jab, knowing it to be an affectionate jest. “No one makes you stick around, you know,” I returned as I stood and headed for the bedroom. I looked over my shoulder with a toss of my mane and a flick of my tail. “Or do they?” I said slyly as I went the rest of the way in and closed the door.

The look on his face was priceless. The stallion just stared, his mug halfway to his mouth but completely forgotten.

I woke up the next morning, my mane in my face and fog coating my thoughts. I could hear Gleam still gently snoring next to me, and I found no reason to wake him. I slipped out from under the blanket and stumbled my way to the kitchen, setting a pot of water on the stove and lighting it with a quick flare from my horn. While the coffee brewed, I shook my mane out of my face and glanced out the window.

There was a light bit of rain falling, but from the cloud cover, I guessed it would be over quickly. There were already some Pegasi hovering around some of the clouds, nudging them further down the plain. The kettle started to steam, and I pulled it from the flame before it could erupt into a full-fledged shriek.

Moments later, with a few scoops of sugar into the dark brew, I stood on the veranda of my simple cottage, watching the clouds drift by, mane and tail fluttering a bit in the breeze. I heard the creak of the door as Gleam came out, already in his armor, helm in place.

He came over and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone, ok?”

I smiled lopsidedly at him. “Who, me?” I asked.

He gave me a level look. “Yes,” he said simply. “I should only be on rotation for two weeks in the Crystal Empire.”

I gave him a kiss. “Two weeks, taking it easy all the while?” I grinned. “I’ll just see about the wedding requests I’ve received. That should fill up a day at least.”

Gleam shook his head and started walking towards the train station. I let him get about a dozen paces away before I let out a wolf whistle. He stopped in his walk and looked back, gave a grin at my innocent look and started to march away again.

I can’t believe he still puts up with me, I thought as I went back inside to get ready. I did have clients to see and they were more reliable than finding some neat ruin out in the wilds.

I flipped through the pages of requests that had been left in the mailbox while I had been away, sorting by date. Most were a few months away and could be put aside for the time being. I found one for Dawning Dew and Diamond Hue for three weeks from today and one for a cute-ceañera for the day after tomorrow. I skimmed the information on the request letter and pulled on my coat and slung my flute over my shoulder, the bamboo wood a familiar weight on my withers.

On the way into town, I spotted a familiar pony bouncing along. She spotted me and headed my way.

“Hi, Azure!” Pinkie Pie said as she settled into a trot next to me. “When did you get back?”

“Last night,” I said, flipping my mane out of my eyes. “I’m heading over to the Dust home to get information on Silver Dust’s cute-ceañera.”

She grinned. “Me too!” she exclaimed. “When I heard he had gotten his cutie mark I was so proud of the little guy.”

“Know him, do you?” I asked.

“Nope!” she said, still trotting along side. “They just moved to town last week.”

I smiled and gave out a chuckle. “You ever given consideration to being a Filly Guide den mother?”

“Nah,” she said. “It’s not as much fun as helping set up parties. Maybe when I have foals of my own. Speaking of which…”

I glanced at her and narrowed my eyes. “Yes?”

“You and Gleam have any plans?” she asked in a leading tone.

“For the last time, Pinkie,” I said. “You know that’s a sore subject with me.”

“Yeah, but you never know, you might change your mind,” she said. “I told you about the shower I threw for Princess Cadence, right?”

“Pinkie,” I said. “My mind won’t be changing on this subject. I've no plans to have a foal anytime soon. Let it go.”

“Aw, alright,” she said, mane deflating for a second.

The rest of the trip was in silence on my end as Pinkie began to relate what she knew about the Dusts. It was fairly simple information and it lodged in my head without effort.

But I kept thinking the entire way about missed opportunities and dreams I had buried long ago.

Not all dreams get to come true, even in Equestria.

Chapter 2. Darkness Brings Forth Truth

I laid there, staring at the ceiling. I always had trouble sleeping at home when Gleam was out on rotation. The bed seemed too large, too cold, too uncomfortable. I had gotten used to hearing his light snore through the last four years. It was comforting, like how the sound of a babbling brook or steady rain could lull you to sleep.

But now, I just had the silence and the fact that Pinkie had dredged up painful memories. Oh, I couldn’t fault the mare, she didn’t mean to pull on the stitches that held that wound shut.

It had been after one of my more dangerous adventures, just after I had met Gleam. I had gone out and found a cave that wasn’t marked on my map - though when you talk about the wild that hardly meant anything. Maybe twenty percent was mapped, and of that maybe half was accurate. But true to self, I went in.

It was laced with quartz, entire stalactites of the cloudy crystal crisscrossing the entire cavern. I was shocked momentarily by the beauty of it all. And then I saw the shrine, deep within the cavern.

It was maybe three feet tall, made of slowly rotting wood and some bronze pillars. What looked like a crude depiction of a centaur in gold and silver sat in the middle of the shrine.

I lifted the idol with my magic, my light dimming at the increased mana draw, listening closely for any sound that would indicate the release of a hidden trap, but none came. I tucked the idol away and started back up towards the surface, planning to mark my map when I was out where I didn’t have to split my magic between lighting my way and doing precise cartological updates.

I didn’t see the crack in the floor, but my hoof caught it solidly, sending me crashing down, the shock of the collision breaking my concentration and my light went out. I coughed a few times, trying to regain my breath and relit my horn, looking back at what I had tripped over. That was when I felt the low rumble, like a giant tomcat purring.

And the shrine collapsed as the ground underneath it fell away, the entire cave starting to give in. I scrambled to my hooves, racing for the entrance, leaping opening crags and dodging falling rocks, deflecting a few with my magic. I was almost out when a chunk of quartz caught me across my flank, sending me into a tumble as my hip blazed with pain.

I remember making it outside, but between that and waking up in a hospital in Las Pegasus, I had no memory. I don’t know if I had dragged myself to civilization or if I had been found by somepony and taken to receive aid, but whatever had happened, I had not fared well in that misadventure. I spent ten weeks in a wheelchair while my pelvis and left leg mended, and then another three weeks on restriction. It wouldn’t have been so bad if that had been the extent of it. I could still play, so I could still perform for small events.

On my last visit to get my all clear, the dark clouds had rolled in as the doctor came in, a sad look on his face. My heart clenched as he began to speak.

I woke suddenly, not even realizing I had fallen asleep. Tears were streaming and my muzzle was already soaked.

I couldn’t be mad at Pinkie. It wasn’t that I didn’t want a foal. It was more that I couldn’t have a foal. I sniffed at the memory of the doctor telling me that, the memory of how my foolish behavior one night robbing me of something that I had always wanted from the time I could remember. I had been raised an orphan, and the sense of family was something I always wanted.

I had found a sense of that in Gleam, but though he didn’t fault me for my inability to bear young and loved me all the same, I knew he had wanted a foal, a colt or filly to dote on in his retirement.

I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I had to play at a young colt’s cute-ceañera. the day after tomorrow. I couldn’t let old memories drag me down.

But even in the dark, my eyes drifted over to the where my map of the wild lay, calling me with the seductive call of adventure.

I rolled onto my side, away from the map, foreleg going out to pull Gleam’s pillow to me. The pillow was full of his scent and it helped me fall to sleep again.

Author's Note

Character profile
Azure Foalklore
Female Unicorn
Cutie Mark: An open book laid over a map with a compass next to it.
Career: Former sergeant of the 125th scouting corp, currently a Bard flautist playing in the Canterlot/Ponyville/Manehatten circuits with the occasional adventure.
Likes: coffee, hayburgers, rousing songs or stories
Dislikes: spiders, poorly played music, mistreatment of foals
Preferred music: Reels and Jigs, anything lively.
Holds a slight Cullogh brogue, for those interested :raritywink:

Chapter 3. On the Road Again

I slowly walked away, the cheers of the fillies and colts bringing a smile to my face. That, that is the reason I do this. I love seeing them smile and caper about trying to mimic my dancing.

Maybe I should start a dancing class, I thought absently. Give up the adventure entirely, always be home when Gleam comes off rotation.

The thought was nice, but, like any true pony of Foalksmill descent, I had a bit too much wanderlust. I hated being in one place for too long and no number of domestic roots could tie me down. I passed by Fluttershy’s cabin on my way home, noting its gentle warmth and inviting aura.

I looked at my cottage as I reached it. It, in contrast, held no invitation, appearing to be just a collection of logs and a thatched roof, sturdy beams, and weathered posts. It had all the invitation of a barracks house.

I sighed as I entered it and filled a mug of cider and downed it in a flash. I refilled it and went to sit on the veranda again, thoughts swirling around.

Gleam wouldn’t always be on rotation, despite his having decided to go career with the EUP instead of retiring as well when I left the 125th scouting corp. Next to Prince Shining Armor, Captain Spitfire, and two or three others I can’t bring to mind, he was a brilliant training instructor. His call to the Crystal Empire was to bring new techniques to them and oversee the implementation while the Prince dealt with their young foal.

Neither of us were home for more than a week or two at a time. Could you really call it a home, in that case? Did I even want a home? I couldn’t think straight, the memories of that night six years ago still poking my awareness.

I stood, drained my cider, and went inside. Setting the mug aside, I went over to and opened my footlocker, pulling out my old division coat, baldric drifting over to me.

“I can't believe this,” I muttered as I stared at the four ponies before me. Scarred, dirty, and malodorous, they had appeared from the underbrush less than three days into my trek.

“Believe it, lady,” the nominal leader said, a small knife held in his aura. “We can’t keep this road safe without collecting tolls.”

“No, I’m afraid that’s not what I meant,” I said, my own horn lighting up.

“I can’t believe you’re so stupid to mess with a mare who's been having a bad couple of days.” My rapier slid from its scabbard. “Let alone try to rob her.”

One of them, an Earth pony with dubious intelligence, glanced back and forth. Clearly, they weren’t used to having opposition to their ‘toll collection’ speech. He began to back up slowly.

I strode forward slowly, eyes hard. “Now, if you would, step aside. I’m willing to forego reporting this mistake in judgment.”

The lead Unicorn gritted his teeth and rushed me. I sighed inwardly, swinging my rapier down to parry his thrust and pivoting slightly to send a single back leg into his barrel, sending him tumbling to the dirt. The knife skittered away as his concentration faltered.

I pivoted back the way I had swung first, returning to a calm center facing the other three bandits. I gave a slight flourish to my steel as I took another step forward. Behind me, I heard faint scuffling in the dirt as the Unicorn tried to get to his unsteady hooves.

“Anyone else?” I asked, bringing the blade between me and them. Hoofbeats beat upon the ground behind me. I watched their faces, and when they started to smile I hopped slightly back and bucked as hard as I could. I felt my hooves connect with something that gave way with a sickening crack and a mangled cry of pain. I knew the sound of breaking bone all too well.

The dim-looking pony finally turned fully and made for the horizon. The other two, a Pegasus missing a wing and another Unicorn apparently felt they still had the advantage in numbers.

Maybe he wasn’t the dumbest of the group after all, I thought as they charged me.

Unicorns, in general, can all master a few basic spells. Telekineses, barrier spells, limited teleportation for some of the more powerful ones, and anything regarding their special talents. I had developed one that allowed me to be aware of my surroundings at all times, helpful when delving into unexplored caves. It also helped when being attacked, coincidentally enough.

I shifted to my left, raising my rapier to deflect the spectral blade the unicorn formed from his aura. As he passed, I saw a tattoo I recognized from my time the 125th division, the division motto.

A deserter, I thought angrily and spun, intentionally ignoring the Pegasus. I didn’t recognize him, and he was markedly older than me, but I felt no love for those that deserted their peers. My horn blazed brighter, a sheen starting to coat my blade. The next parry dissipated his spell, horn throwing sparks as he cried out in surprise. As I turned back, I felt my coat flare out, revealing its division patch to the Unicorn. His eyes widened for a moment.

The Pegasus landed on my back, trying to slip a crude rope bridle around my muzzle.

I smiled and rolled, pulling him under me. The grip he had on the rope faltered and when I regained my footing, I sent a swift kick to the ribs, feeling one give under the force.

“Now,” I panted. “I am rather put out with you lot.” I aimed the point of my rapier at the standing Unicorn, who had just started levitating the fallen knife. I let the inner fury show on my face. “I shall count to ten, and you had best be gone by then.”

The leader stood shakily, anger in his eyes behind the pain.

“One,” I said.

The Pegasus stood, walking away slowly.

“Two,”

The leader still glared at me, not moving.

“Five,”

The uninjured Unicorn put a leg around his winged companion and started to hurry away.

“Seven,”

“Skipping numbers, wench,” the leader said.

At least, that’s what I assumed he said through the broken jaw.

“Seven and a half,” I said, stepping forward.

His companion came back and started pushing him away. They all started trotting away, one more unsteady than the other two.

Ten, I thought, replacing my rapier in its scabbard. I turned and continued on my way to the border town of Mareiettea.

“That was a nice little pick-me-up,” I said out loud. “I’m so glad I didn’t have to kill anypony this time.”

A rustling in the brush heralded the fifth bandit’s swift departure.

A smile painted it’s way across my face. I was looking forward to a nice hot meal that wasn't hay and dry oats.

Author's Note

Character Profile
Gleam Star
Male Earth Pony
Cutie Mark: Metallic Star
Career: Sergeant Major in the EUP
Likes: Cold showers, trail rations, hot cider
Dislikes: Eggplant, disorderly brawls, mistreatment of anypony

Chapter 4. River

It was still dark outside when I opened my eyes. The sound of wood scraping across wood and a high pitched grunting had alerted me, and peering over at the table where I had dropped my panniers and baldric, I saw a small Earth filly pull my baldric off the table, obviously either to get at the purse attached to it or the make off with the lot. Her back was to me as she took the scabbard in her mouth and lifted it, trying to be silent as only the young believe silent is.

I silently slid out of bed, watching as she slowly walked to the door, only to have it swing shut in my cerulean aura. She froze, afraid to turn around. I took a few steps and painted a smile on my face.

“I doubt you’d get much for that old bit of steel,” I said, joviality in my voice. “But I would suren' like to know why you were trying to make off with it.”

She put the rapier down and immediately cowered in a corner, and when she did I saw bruises and a split lip. I felt rage flare up in me, remembering such things in my past as well until I realized that it must have shown on my face.

I took a deep breath and put on a soothing smile.

“Come along, little filly,” I said, lifting the basin and pitcher from the stand near the window. “Let’s have a look at that lip, shall we?”

She kept flinching as I cleaned her up as best I could, one of the bruises obviously reaching down deep, possibly even a hairline crack in the rib. She was also underweight, some of her ribs obvious through her coat. I couldn’t tell exactly how old she was, but she hadn’t received a cutie mark yet, so she couldn’t have been much younger than the fillies and colts in the school back in Ponyville. I frowned as I rinsed the cloth off and pressed it to her lip.

“Can you tell me your name?” I said. “I’m Azure, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She didn’t meet my gaze as she whispered in a voice even Fluttershy would find soft. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

My heart cracked a bit at that. “Because I hate seeing young ponies hurt,” I said. I glanced out the window. “Seems it’s the time for breakfast, and I hate eating alone.” I turned a grin at her and saw her try to hide the excitement in her eyes.

Downstairs, the inn had a respectable fare as far as food. “Two orders of oats and some fruit, please,” I asked the mare at the desk as we came in. I saw her glance at the state of the young rapscallion at my side with a flicker of sadness, but soon the food was brought out to our table.

The little filly immediately started wolfing down her food in a way that suggested it was the most she’d seen in a while. I laughed. “Slow down, rascal, you’re going to make yourself sick, you will,” I said, filling two glasses with water. “I am telling you, no one is going to take that away before you’re done with it, and that’s a promise.”

She swallowed and started to eat more slowly. The meal passed in silence until out of nowhere in that soft voice of hers, she whispered.

“River,” she said. “My name is River.”

“Very nice to meet you, River,” I said. “Now, seeing how we’re friends and all, can you tell me why you were trying to make off with my sword?”

She immediately looked down at the table, seeming to shrink in size. “Don’t be mad at me,” she whispered in fear.

“Oh,” I whispered. “Oh, no, little filly, I’m not mad. I just want to come to an understanding. Where are your parents?”

“They died a year ago,” she whispered.

“Isn't there anyone to look after you?” I asked. “Surely you must have some family somewhere.”

“If I do, they’ve never come forward,” she said, pawing the plate of fruit over to her. “I do well enough on my own.”

“Those bruises beg to differ,” I said, keeping my voice soft. “How did you get them?”

“I,” she hesitated. “I fell, trying to climb up a hill to get at some apples. I stepped on a loose stone on my way up.”

I frowned inwardly. I recognized fear when I saw it and it was plastered all over her face. “Well, then,” I said with a smile. “You’ll have to watch out for that next time, shan’t you?”

“Where are you from?” she said, a small frown crossing her face. “You talk funny.”

I laughed a bit at that. “Well, River,” I said, making sure my brogue came out in full force. “I come from a little village in the far east end of Equestria called Foalksmill,” I said. “Beautiful land, it is. Rolling hills, covered in deep green grass and clover as far as you can see.”

Subconsciously, as I described the land of my birth, I had started to cast the illusion spell I always did in my bardic tales. It helped heighten the excitements and enjoyment of the tale, and I could never resist a good tale. The little filly was captivated by the sight.

“It was a good place, but I didn’t stay there long,” I said. “I wasn’t much older than you when I went to Canterlot and joined with the EUP as a scout.”

“EUP?” she asked.

“Oh yes,” I said, showing an image of some of my friends in their shining armor, including my Gleam Star. “Princess Celestia’s personal guard, those lot. I joined up to help map some of the frontier.”

“Why would you want to do that?” she asked. “It’s dangerous out here.”

“Oh, aye, young one,” I said. “That it can be. But the adventure, that’s what calls me. Even now, semi-retired as I am, I still hear the call from time to time.”

“Where do you stay now?”

Ponyville flashed up. “Nice little town by the name of Ponyville,” I said, a bit of homesickness flashing up. “Great place, always plenty to do there.” I showed her some of the places I tended to frequent.

“I wish I could live somewhere like that,” I heard her whisper as I brought the show to an end.

“Nothing says you shan’t,” I said. “A wise pony once told me that the ticket to the future is one you write.” I gave her a wink. “Just make sure your hoofwriting is legible.”

She giggled and finished off the last of her fruit. I got up to go pay for our meal, but when I turned around, the filly was gone.

I frowned and turned back to the mare tending the desk. “That filly,” I said. “What’s her story?”

The mare gave a sad smile. “Poor thing,” she said. “You probably showed her more kindness than she’s seen in a while.”

“There isn’t any family that could look after her?”

“Nearest thing would be Grindstone,” she said with a sneer. “And I wouldn’t wish him on anypony. Nasty lot, he is, likely the one that put those bruises on her.”

Anger flared to a low heat inside. “And nopony stops him?”

“Grindstone owns more’n half this town,” she said. “And like I said, he’s the closest she has to family. It’s better to keep your head down on this one, miss.” She whisked away into the back of the inn, my plates in her mouth.

I walked back up to my room and pulled my baldric on.

Seems I might wish a talk with this Grindstone. I knew it wasn’t my business, and very likely once I left things would return to normal.

But I saw a lot of myself in River, a young filly alone against the world.

Chapter 5. Ultimatum

I strode down the street, rapier at my side along my barrel. I saw a few antsy looks my way, but it wasn’t often even in the frontier for ponies to walk around armed. I always got those looks. It usually deterred trouble.

Usually. I activated my awareness spell as a precaution.

I walked into the lobby of the largest hotel in the town and was immediately blocked by a huge Pegasus and, surprisingly, a diamond dog.

“Do you have an appointment?” the Pegasus rumbled.

“No, I’m afraid I don’t,” I said. “I’m simply here to ask Grindstone a few questions.”

I felt the spell alert me to sudden threats behind me and to either side.

“Pony leave sword with me,” the dog growled.

“Oh, now,” I said. “That won’t do at all.”

“If I were you,” the Pegasus said. “I’d surrender it before we even consider letting you through.”

“Were I you,” I countered. “I’d recognize how preposterous that request is.” I smirked. “I’d also smell better.”

The dog snarled and the Pegasus rose to his full - and rather impressive - height. I kept the smile on my face.

“Try it, flyboy,” I purred. “See what it gets ya.”

I’ve learned through the years that most ponies when put in a situation where the mark doesn’t stick to the script, they founder. This Pegasus was used to getting his way, the way he talked. I could see the indecision in his eyes. I could also feel that the two unidentified ponies behind me were waiting for a signal.

“Let her through, Stormcloud,” I heard a gravelly voice call from the room behind me. “No sense in causing a scene.”

The two in front of me parted reluctantly, the diamond whining slightly. I stepped through and into the back room to see a rather corpulent Unicorn sitting behind a set of ledgers. He had an iron gray mane slicked back across his head and a gold watch chain hung from his fine vest.

“Ms. Azure Foalklore,” he said, without looking up from his figuring. “Formerly of the EUP. To what should I ascribe the pleasure?”

“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage,” I said. “I should ask what else you know about me.”

Grindstone smiled in what he obviously was meant to be warm, but it made my stomach turn. “This is my town, young miss,” he said. “I like knowing when ponies of note enter. Especially if armed.” He looked up finally. “It’s just a necessary part of looking out for the well-being of the citizens of my town.”

“Does that involve beating a young filly?” I asked in as neutral a tone as I could.

“You must be referring to my niece, River,” he said with a disappointed tone. “She has been a trial since my sister died. Petty theft, vandalism, typical for a pony her age to fall to after such an ordeal. I take a more direct approach to discipline.”

“Does that involve her being half-starved and battered?”

He stood, his bulk revealed to be what might have once been muscle. I could see why he was respected by his guards. That type equated size with power, and I had nothing even resembling a threatening frame.

“I will not have what I do with my ward questioned by some drifter!” he seethed.

“No, I daren’t presume,” I said, lowering my voice in contrast to his thundering shout. “I am basing my question on the fact that outside of bruising that beyond a normal rambunctious filly could sustain, there is the split lip and the fact that her ribs are visible.”

“Tread carefully, Ms. Foalklore,” he said, voice lowering. “Accusations can have dangerous results.”

I smiled. “I welcome the attempt, sir,” I said, turning to my right, rapier sliding into his view. “I welcome the attempt.”

He smiled. “Good day, Ms. Foalklore,” he said, sitting again, returning to his ledgers.

I left, my spell letting me know that two ponies followed me out of the inn. I didn’t turn to look, knowing that there was no point in it. I instead turned down an alleyway and stood halfway down it. I lit my horn and waited.

Two Earth Ponies turned in after a moment and stopped, surprised to find me waiting.

“Afternoon, lads,” I said with a smile. “So, how is this to go, then? Do you just shadow me to put the worry in or should we get a wee bit uncivilized?”

They exchanged looks before spreading out a bit. I stayed relaxed, smile still on my face. The roan stallion on the left advanced and I shifted my focus slightly, feeling my smile going a little predatory.

“Ah, so it’s a dance, is it?” I chuckled. “I see we’re to go first then.”

He paused and looked back at his friend to see my rapier hovering in my aura, blade point at the base of his skull. He was standing stock still, sweat beginning to bead up on his face.

Ah, ah,” I said. “He’s to wait his turn, love. This is our dance.”

He turned and charged, I let him barrel into me, quick-stepping backward to keep my footing. I slipped my head over and pressed it into his shoulder, allowing his press to swivel me around as he continued by. I set my front hooves and bucked back into his hind quarter as he went. I didn’t hear anything break, but he did stumble and crash into the ground. I turned and faced him as he struggled to his hooves. His back left leg didn’t look to want to support his weight.

“Take a breather, love,” I said, still smiling. I heard a hoofstep up the alley and my awareness spell told me the other stallion had advanced while he thought my attention was focused on his companion.

“Now, now,” I said, prodding him gently with my blade without looking back. “Wait your turn, love.”

The stallion in front of me was finally on his hooves, one held a little gingerly. He pawed the ground.

“Don’t,” I said, squaring off to him. “You’re down a leg and I’ll not hesitate to take another.”

He glared at me, still pawing like he was preparing to charge again. I sighed and as he started, I put the pommel of my rapier into the skull of his companion and brought it flying to me. I side-stepped the clumsy charge and brought the tip of my blade across his shoulder, cutting a minor wound into his right foreleg, hobbling him and sending him back to the ground.

“Shame," I said, flicking my blade to clear it of the small spot of blood. “You had a good sense of rhythm.” I stepped over to his companion, recovering the blow to the head that I had given him. He shook his head and found the tip of my blade hovering before the tip of his nose.

“Give Grindstone my thanks for the dance,” I said. “I’ll be shaking the dust of this town from my hooves today, and River is coming with me.” I stepped back. “Now make yourself scarce.”

He stumbled to his hooves and turned tail. I gave him a mild telekinetic shove along his way and left behind him.

I spied a small flash of tan from behind a barrel across the way. I frowned and levitated it up, revealing River.

“Step out, now,” I said. “You’re going to be heading with me.”

“Where are we going?” she asked, fear in her voice. I realized she had seen the brawl in the alley.

Poor filly, I thought. All she’s known is hardship.

“Firstly, we’ll be grabbing a bite to eat,” I said, setting the barrel down behind her. “Then we’ll be off away.”

She stepped up beside me eyes downward as we walked. “What’s going to happen to me?” she asked as we entered my room.

“Well, that is entirely up to you, River,” I said and levitated out a small slip of paper and a pencil. “Remember what I said about your ticket?”

She nodded.

I ruffled her mane before I set out to repack my panniers.

“Make sure I can read it, sprout,” I said with a smile.

I was awoken in the early morning by a loud scream from River. I was climbing to my hooves when I felt a telekinetic force slam into my ribs. I felt one give a little and pain flared through my body. I gasped in pain, curling slightly. Another solid blow sent me skidding back a few feet.

“Stop it!” I heard River scream.

My eyes watering, I looked up to see River held in an Iron gray aura off to the side. Grindstone stepped into my view.

“I believe I warned you to step lightly, Ms. Foalklore,” he said, a fake smile of sympathy plastered on his face. “I guess you don’t take advice from anypony.”

“I don’t take it from abusive fools,” I gasped. Breathing was difficult and I couldn’t get the focus to bring my magic to bear. I felt a grip grab me by the horn, tight enough to make me gasp again. Grindstone lifted me up in his grip, a dispassionate look on his face.

“I could care less for the whelp,” he said. I felt his grip on my horn split into two separate points, each starting to give a tug in opposite directions. “But I won’t abide disrespect to me.”

The pressure on my horn increased, and I struggled as best I could.

“You’re hurting her!” River cried, tears in her eyes. She suddenly flew back, crashing to the ground, scattering my bedoll and coming to rest against my pack.

“I should have dealt with you after you first disobeyed me,” Grindstone growled, his attention wavering as he stepped towards her menacingly.

I saw her try to crawl away, cowering from the imposing Unicorn. Blood was starting to show from a cut on her scalp. Visions started to flash through my mind.

Her wounds from when we met.

The looks of fear on her face.

The matron of the orphanage where I was raised.

Myself looking in the brook, blackened eye and caked blood from a split lip.

Anger flared, and I felt my horn light like a torch, stopping the torsion on it. Grindstone spun back to me, surprise in his eyes.

I held my magic in full force, my rage deadening the pain. “Touch her, and they’ll never find you,” I growled.

He smirked, turning to me. “You think you can stand up to me, little girl?”

My horn flared brighter. “Any dance you call,” I said.

He started to charge his horn as well, and behind him, I saw River crawling over.

And in her mouth was my baldric.

I blocked the bolt fired at me and ripped my rapier from its scabbard, the sound of metal on wood loud in the night.

Blood spattered on the ground and Grindstone fell, my blade just through the flesh of his left foreleg above the elbow. The Unicorn tried to stand, but his leg wouldn’t support his massive weight.

I stalked forward, anger still powering my strength. I grabbed his horn in my own aura, jerking his head around to face me. I felt the temptation to complete the act he had started to perform on me, to shatter his horn, cripple him as he had aimed to do so. I tightened my grip, glaring down.

And I felt a hoof on my leg. I looked down to see River standing there. She looked up at me with a pleading look.

I released Grindstone’s horn, shoving him back and wrenching my rapier from his leg. I have to admit I wasn’t exactly gentle with that. I looked him in the eye.

“This is finished,” I said in a soft voice. “I see you or your goons even near me or this filly, I will return and make you regret it.”

I turned, levitating my baldric over and fastening it around my side to hold the rib in place. I winced with the pain. I glanced over to see River already trying to lift my pannier.

I smiled at her and lifted them and settled them on my back. “I’ll bear my own luggage, sprout,” I said. “But thanks the same.”

She held out a small slip of paper to me. I took it and read it, a smile coming to my face.

Ponyville.

I glanced over at the filly, seeing her hopeful eyes.

"I suppose we can stop by there," I said with a smile. "It's not too far out of the way."

She pressed up against me to hug me, making me hiss with pain.

"Sorry," she whispered.

I ruffled her mane. "Let's stick to words f'now," I said, slightly winded.

"And while we go, you can tell me all about yourself."

"What do you want to know?" she said.

"Whatever you want to tell," I said. "It's the journey that's important in the end."

Chapter 6. Welcome Home

I peeked in on River again before walking out and sitting down on the veranda.

“How is she?” the purple pony seated there asked.

“Exhausted,” I said, easing myself down into my seat. “I think that was the farthest she’s had to walk before.”

“You do tend to take some long paths, Azure,” Twilight said. “Why won’t you see someone about that rib?”

I shrugged, feeling the pang of pain ripple through. “After what I almost did,” I whispered. “I should bear this until it heals.”

She frowned at me. “As a princess, I have to tell you that you were wrong in thinking that,” she said. “But as a fellow Unicorn mare, I can only imagine the fear you were in and likely would have done it too. Princess Celestia has dispatched a squad of EUP to take Grindstone into custody and help the townsponies take control of their village again.”

“Good,” I said. “Serves him right up, then.” I glanced at the door again, fighting the urge to go check on River again.

“What happens to her?” I asked.

“Well, officially,” Twilight said. “There’d be a hearing and a decision by the local magistrate. However, since this crosses several litigious lines, it falls to a higher court to rule.” She smiled.

“In this particular case,” she said, levitating a scroll over. “It fell to me. Fill out that form and we can grant temporary custody pending an official adoption process.”

I blinked back tears as I signed the document and gave it back.

“One more thing,” Twilight said as she put her pannier back on. “What are you going to tell Gleam when he gets back in a few days?”

“Oh, I’ll think o’somthing,” I said. “The big galoot has brought back surprises enough times for me, it’ll be fun to turn the tables on him.”

The princess smiled and took a few steps away before flying off. I heard a gentle hoofstep behind me.

“Who was that?” River asked sleepily.

“That, sprout,” I said, standing slightly. “Was Princess Twilight Sparkle with some good news.”

She looked at me curiously. “What?”

“Well, River,” I said with a warm smile. “She came to tell me that you can stay here as long as you want, but that my husband and I are to make sure you follow our rules.”

“Rules?” She frowned. “Uncle had rules.”

I reached out and raised her head to face me.

“You haven’t heard the rules yet,” I said. “Firstly, you’ll be expected to be at the school every day it's open.”

Her frown turned into curiosity.

“Secondly,” I continued. “You’re to mind me or Gleam if we ask you to do something. We shan't be too demanding. Just keep your room tidy or help with the dinner dishes, that sort. Thirdly, you are to get some meat on those bones there, and when we’ve both healed up a bit, we’ll go out and get you familiar with this little town.”

She threw herself forward and hugged me.

“I thought we talked about this, River,” I gasped.

She was giggling too hard to care, and I felt tears wet my coat.

Truth be told, there were a few on my face too.

Streamers and confetti shot out from the barrel of the canon, the party pony leaping out behind it with a shout of glee.

“This is going to be the bestest welcome to Ponyville party EVER!” she said, sliding over to me and River, sliding a hat on us both before hopping away to greet other ponies.

“Who was that?” River asked, reaching up to adjust the hat on her head.

“That would be Pinkie Pie,” I said. “She’ll be the one you see about any sort of party or event. And yes, she is always that happy.”

Gleam walked up behind me and nuzzled my neck.

“How’s the rib?” he whispered in my ear.

I bumped my flank into his in response. “Well enough,” I said. “Welcome home, by the way.”

River came around me and sat in front of Gleam, looking up at him.

“You’re married to Azure?” she asked directly. I love the simplicity of foals.

Gleam got down to eye level, the same goofy smile that I loved on his face. “That’s right,” he said. “I understand that you’re River.”

She nodded, then got up and walked back over to me. Gleam looked over with bemusement. River waved at me and I lowered my head down.

“He’s really big and scary,” she whispered. I tittered a bit before responding.

“Oh, aye, that he is,” I said, throwing my husband a wink. “But trust me, anything comes after you or me, he’ll use that to help us. Other than that, he’s just a big teddy bear.”

“Don’t tell her that, Az,” he said, a flush showing through his dark yellow coat. “I’m supposed to be this big, tough guard.”

I gave him a kiss and took the hat from my head and put it on his. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” I said. Then I lifted River up and put her on his back, rubbing noses with her.

“Welcome home, River,” I said. “How about we go enjoy some of that food?”

Pinkie came up to me while I sat to ease my rib a little while later.

"You should have told me you were going to have a filly, Azure!" she said.

"She was a little unexpected," I said with a smile. "But I guess some dreams just take a wee bit more to come true."

Author's Note

And that finished the first Bardic Lore story. So, what do you think? Should I add a few more of these three in future tales?