Chapters Lyra: From Mother To Daughter
Prelude: Aileron
Plucking of a harp drifted through the air, filling the room with a warm, demure sensation. She drifted off to sleep, thinking of only the sweet melodies. Her father hovered over her as her mother sat playing.
“Is she asleep?” She asked.
“It looks so.” She resolved the chords and finished the song, one she had just composed while in the room.
“She is so beautiful.” They both leaned over the crib to look down at their foal.
“Yes she is, isn’t she?” He said softly, the only sound being the tiny filly’s shallow breathing and a light breeze outside.
“Well, we must be off to bed, shall we?”
“We shall.” He replied, as they turned around, only to look back once at their newborn foal.
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“Oh no! You got me!” he cried as he flipped over on his back, crossed his eyes, and let his tongue fall to the side of his mouth.
Lyra erupted with laughter, “Daddy get up!” she giggled.
“But Lyra, you got me! I can’t get up!” He did his best to not laugh.
“Well..um… I un-got you! Get up!” She said in a charming voice.
“Uh oh…you know what that means…don’t you Lyra?”
“ No daddy, what?” she asked in a half joking, half concerned voice.
“That means…I’m a… ZOMBIE PONY!!!” He growled, jumped up, and chased after Lyra as she shrieked in amusement.
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“I got it! Saung, I really made it!” Lyra heard her father exclaim as he walked inside the house.
“Oh Aileron! I knew you would!” a clear tone of happiness in her mother’s voice.
“Lyra will be so proud when I tell her,” hoofsteps sounded down the hallway, and Lyra sat up, waiting patiently to hear the news, and pretend that she hadn’t just heard it.
Wearing a Wonderbolt outfit, he walked into the room “Lyra, I made it!”
“Yay! You’re the coolest daddy ever!” she said as she jumped up to give him a hug.
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“Wow!” Lyra exclaimed as she watched her father flying in formation. I want to be just like him some day, she thought to herself. But hmm…no wings…
He flew straight up as the other four in the group split into varying lines of smoke. The two farther Pegasi merged and tightly corkscrewed in a synchronized spiral, as to make a tunnel. The other two did the same to circle them. Aileron arched around and headed straight for the center. 1…2…3… He burst out the end of the tunnel with a trail of bright red fire following him. He curved into the sky then careened towards the ground, pulling back at the last second only to shoot up into the sky once again. The other Pegasi preformed extravagant coordinated barrel rolls and joined near the him near the cloud line. He reassumed his position at the head of the formation and prepared for the next set as they all slowly decended. The crowd cheered, and Lyra took no shame in telling everypony around her that her father was that Wonderbolt. Her mother laughed and pulled her back under her chin to watch the show.
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It was a beautiful summer day. Lyra sat in her room, contemplating what to do next. She had already played outside, and had spent hours with her toys.
I guess I will have to wait for daddy to get home… She plopped down on her bed and looked up to the ceiling.
“Lyra? Lyra? Where are you?” He mother’s voice panicked from the front door.
“Right here mommy!”
She rushed out to greet her at the door, only to find her mother with tears running down her face.
“What’s wrong mommy? What happened?” Lyra was scared.
“ I don’t think you will see your father for a while… he… got a special invitation to fly with a different special group…he won’t be back for a long time…” her mother looked to the ground as a tear rolled off her nose.
“That’s okay, we can visit him sometimes though, right?” Lyra asked enthusiastically.
“I don’t think so sweetie…”
Lyra: From Mother To Daughter
She was sitting in her room, it was just another day, and she had just gotten home from school. She looked out her window to see the Canterlot Castle perched above, gleaming in the sun. She threw her bag on the floor and laid down on her bed and listened to her mother playing her harp. She laid with her eyes closed, and started to drift off to sleep. It had been so long since she had heard her mother play. The notes seemed to heavy the air, the sound pressed down on her gently as she began to doze off. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light followed by an odd, nearly metallic, boom. Lyra sprang up, startled.
“Mommy! Are you okay?” Lyra ran to the living room where she saw he mother looking curiously out the window “I thought something had happened to you!” Her mother turned to look at her.
“Lyra, it’s alright! I’m fine, but I wonder what it was?” She asked with a quizzical expression.
“What do you think it was?” The young filly pressed.
They pondered what it could have been, until they heard a disturbance high up in Celestia’s castle. It sounded as though the roof had been blown off of the whole palace. They both rushed to the window and looked out. Everything in the room began shifting shapes, chairs turning into pies, tables springing to life, books flapping like birds about the room. Her mother’s harp began spinning vigorously in the air, emitting a golden light. She heard a crumbling noise and the next ten seconds seemed to last a thousand years. The roof sagged slowly and cracked, and finally gave under the pressure; the look of fear on her mother’s face was forever burned into her mind. A piece of the castles roof fell slowly, slowly onto her mother, everything was a blur, all sounds seemed to be muffled as she watched her mother’s bottom half become crushed by the sheer weight of the roof.
“Mommy!” She cried, “Mommy! Are you okay?!” She heard her voice echo in her head.
“ I don’t…think so…” She coughed harshly. Red trickled from her mouth.
“What do you mean? No…this can’t be happening…No! “
Her mother lay there, with a blank face, she said;
“Lyra... My harp… It’s all I have to give you; I want you to know that I’m sorry for everything, for not being here for you, for lying to you…” She reeled for breath, and spoke softly.
“Lying to me? Mommy what are you talking about? Please don’t leave me!” She was now sobbing over her injured mother, tears ran down her face and dripped onto her mane.
“Your father…he…he died. It was an accident, he was one of the greatest fliers, he knew not of his own talent, alwa..ways pushing himself to hard.” Her mother’s eyes seemed to look past her, somewhere distant. Tears welled in her eyes.
She couldn’t help but feel anguish as the words surged through her head. After all these years thinking her father just left them, now only to find she there was no chance to see him again.
“D-Don’t be angry my child, he loved you very much and would be very proud of you. I love you my sw-sweet Lyra,” her head lost all support from her neck, and she lay limp underneath the fallen roof. The tears freed themselves from her eyes and spattered the once brown, but now crimson floor beneath her.
“Mother! You can’t do this! You can’t leave me here like this! You are the only thing I have left mommy…please…” she didn’t know what to do, her only reason in this life to carry on was now removed. So many things were running through her mind.
She ran out of the house in hopes to escape the pain. She ran away for hours and collapsed from exhaustion in a strange forest she had never seen. She had never left Canterlot before, so when she finally became aware of her surroundings she was completely terrified. Running back the way she came, she soon found she was lost. There was still about three hours left in the day, but the forest was so dense the light barely showed through. Crying, she sat in the shade and hoped this was all a dream.
She woke up underneath a tree, it was dark out, but it looked as though dawn was close to breaking. She wondered if she had indeed dreamt yesterday up, but the memories were still too real, even if they had a dream-like sense about them. She walked around for a while, looking for a sign that might lead her back home, or at least what was left of it. She no longer had a roof, or a family. She had no friends and school didn’t seem to matter to her anymore. She was broken, lost, and depressed. She found her way to a clearing and laid down on her back in the grass, she looked up at the morning stars and wondered if there was even a point in going home.
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She lived in the forest for about a week, living off of any food she could gather. Lyra was in rough shape. She hadn’t brushed her mane since the day she left or even taken a bath. The water she found she would save to drink, she need not dirty it up and waste it. It had been a normal day so far, that is, a normal day for a filly who lives in the forest. She laid around a while, drank some water, ate a few berries and blades of grass. She was lying in the clearing she now called her home when she saw two Pegasus ponies fly overhead carrying a chariot behind them.
“Huh,” she thought aloud. “They looked like two of Princess Celestia’s guards.”
She brushed off the incident and reclined back into the grass as she watched the clouds overhead. The two Pegasus ponies darted past her vision again, this time circling above her, gradually descending.
“Wh…what’s going on?” She hadn’t had any communication for the last seven days, so she got into the habit of talking with herself.
The ponies landed halfway across the clearing and she approached them cautiously.
“Princess Celestia requests your audience. We are gravely sorry for your loss.” How do they know about what happened? She thought.
“No, I live here, this is my home!” She was devastated from what happened and didn’t plan on going back now, or ever.
“Lyra, you must come with us, Princess Celestia orders it.”
“Am I leaving even if it takes you pushing me into that chariot?”
“Yes.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“I’m sorry but you have to go, regardless of personal choice.”
She reluctantly trotted onto the chariot, and they took off. She had never flown before and it would have been an exhilarating experience, if she wasn’t numb from the past week.
She arrived back at her hometown. Feelings of grief washed over her as she walked towards the palace. Once inside she looked around at the magnificent castle, she would be overwhelmed at this point, if her mother hadn’t died from a piece of what she is standing in. The two Pegasus ponies lead her towards the throne, through huge intricate doors encrusted with precious gemstones and embroideries of Celestia. The gigantic doors opened and at the end of the corridor the Princess sat in a huge throne in a room filled with the air of regality.
“Welcome Lyra, I am sorry for you loss. There was an...Accident with a young pupil of mine in the castle, Saung was a neighbor of mine for many years, and she could truly play the harp better than anypony I have ever met.”
“HAD ever met,” Lyra corrected her. “And she was my mother my whole life, being her neighbor doesn’t mean anything, I was her daughter,” she was tearing up. “And you probably have never heard her play! At least not for real, she used to play for me when I just a filly, she played for me, she never played for anyone but me and herself, and she loved me, and you had to go and kill her!” She began to weep. Her mind was irrational and quick to conclude.
“Lyra please, I know it’s difficult, I understand what you are going through, so I want to offer you something. I know you will not accept it just yet, but when you are ready you may have it.”
“Unless it’s my mother, alive, I don’t want it…” she turned her back to the Princess.
“I am offering you a room here in the castle, to live in for as long as you want. You do not have to accept but the offer is always there. If you feel you are ready, you may have my guards escort you to your old house, collect your things, and maybe get some closure on this situation you’re in. This is a lot for you to handle at your age, but I hope you can understand that I am only trying to help you.”
“Can I still visit my house if I don’t accept right away?” She sniffles and turns her head to face Celestia.
“Of course you can.” Celestia smiles at her and nods at the guards to lead the way.
She follows close behind the guards as they take her back to the place she had dreaded for the last week. She knows it is going to be hard, but she must do it, she has to be a grown pony about this.
They arrived at her house and she felt as if she’s about to cry.
“No.” she tells herself and stands up straight, “No more being a coward, I need to take care of myself now, I’m not a child anymore.” She took a deep breath and walked through the cracked front door.
Inside she saw the house she used to live in. No rubble (besides the settled dust from the initial accident), no roof, no mother. She surveyed the room sorrowfully and proceeded into her room. On her bed laid something she had never seen. It’s a golden device, with seven strings.
“Uhm...during the…incident…many things in the castle and surrounding areas were transformed, everything had seemed to turn back after the…incident, but your mothers harp was changed. This thing was found next to Saung when we came in after everything happened. It seems as if the magic was contained in the harp during the transformation, and it never changed back to its original form. ” one of the guards explained.
She approached the instrument, she saw the distorted reflection of herself in it and she picked it up using her magic. A burst of fervor pulsed throughout her body, from the tip of her tail to the end of her nose. She was lifted into the air by her horn as the golden tool circled around her. Her eyes began to glow a bright white as years of information poured into her about this little apparatus she had never seen. It began orbiting her faster as she floated higher. Melodies she had heard somewhere before encompassed her completely and she began playing with them in harmony. The feeling was inexplicable. It circled her at such speeds that she appeared to be in a golden sphere floating in mid-air. The melodies took on a more metallic voice and she played as if she had done this her whole life. She could feel her mother, she was in that instrument, the music quieted and for one last time she heard her mother’s voice;
“Lyra, play this lyre, my harp has been transformed for you to make your own music out of my instrument, I will always be with you as long as you stay with your lyre. I love you, and never forget that.” She fell to the ground on her hooves and stood for a moment, in utter shock.
“Miss…are you alright?” inquired a guard “Do you need to sit down?” the other asked in concern.
“No, tell Princess Celestia I will be moving in this afternoon, to a room with good acoustics, I have a lot of work to do.” Levitating her recently found connection to her mother in front of her, she walked out of the house towards the castle, sporting a newly established lyre on her flank.
Lyra: From Mother To Daughter
After several hours of practice on her lyre, she was completely exhausted; she retreated to her bed, in her new room. It was a luxurious place, with her own personal performance stage by a large window and door, leading to a balcony, a perfect place to experiment with her new instrument.
“Lyra?” She nearly jumped out of her skin, she wasn’t expecting visitors.
“Hi…do I know you?”
“Um…no, but I’m Twilight Sparkle, I heard that you moved in here at the castle, and I spend a lot of time here, being Celestia’s star pupil, so I thought I would come and make your acquaintance!”
“Nice meeting you, Twilight Sparkle, I um…it’s nice to meet you, it’s cool to have someone to talk to and all…I mean I don’t really have many friends…” or any for that matter, she said to herself.
“Well I hope you enjoy staying here! See you around Lyra! Oh, and you can just call me Twilight. Goodnight!”
“Night!” Is making friends really this easy? They just come to me?
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The next morning she awoke to the sun shining into her room. Another day of lyre sounds like a perfect plan. She played for three hours, and noticed her stomach rebelling against another note to be played. What is there to eat in this castle? Probably anything I could imagine, but where do I go? She opened the door of her suite to find Twilight standing outside, shifting from hoof to hoof.
“Oh! Um, hi Lyra, I wanted to know if you want to come eat with me, I’ll give you a little tour of the palace if you’d like.”
“I would love that, thank you!” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this happy.
So Twilight and Lyra walked throughout the palace, Twilight introducing her to important ponies and rooms of Canterlot Castle.
“And this is the library!” said Twilight in an endearing tone, “This is my most favorite room of all, there is so much information I have yet to learn, just think of all the possibilities! All the spells I have yet to cast, all of the facts and history of Equestria, would you like me to walk you through each section?”
“Uhm...I appreciate your enthusiasm but I am starving…”
“Oh, right, sorry I just get carried away when it comes to these things; let’s go to the dining room then!”
Twilight and Lyra went to the dining room, and she was surprised at all of the food. She didn’t even know this many types of food existed in all of Equestria! She stuffed her face full until she couldn’t eat any more.
“Wow, this food is delicious, I could eat this everyday!”
“And you can, if you’d like, but uhm…Lyra? Why are you sitting like that?”
“What do you mean? Oh like this? I don’t know it’s just comfortable I guess.”
Twilight continued to give her the full tour, and gave little bits of information about every room they passed through.
“Wow, have you ever done this before? You seem to know a lot about this place!”
“ Oh no, I read seven books about the Canterlot Castle this past year, they were actually quite interesting, I could tell you the section they are in at the library if you’d like?”
“No that’s fine, I don’t really read…” she said in a shy tone.
“Oh okay, well if you ever get the chance they are in section 354c00, well, actually, that’s exactly where they are, just trying to save you some time” Twilight let out a little laugh, and kept moving.
“I really appreciate you helping me Twilight, it means a lot to me,” she scuffed the ground with her hoof.
“Anytime Lyra, you can count on me!”
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Anytime Lyra, you can count on me, anytime Lyra you can count on me. She repeated it to herself in head. Where are you now? I’m counting on you…
Several years had passed and Lyra and Twilight were the best of friends. But Twilight had been paying less and less attention to her, and more to her books. Twilight discovered a book, a book about the comeuppance of Nightmare Moon. She spent hours in her study reading all about it, she shunned everypony, because she knew that this could be disastrous to all of Equestria.
“I just wish she would listen to me instead of those books.” Lyra said to Sparkler.
“Well here she comes now, why don’t you talk to her?” Sparkler siad as she talking around the shopping bag she held in her mouth.
Her head shot up in excitement, she had been wanting to talk with her all day, she missed being with her best friend. She was running, and she tried waving at Twilight, but she didn’t even seem to notice her.
“Ooh. Tough luck Lyra, better luck next time! But seriously Lyra, she too obsessed with her books. This will all blow over after a while.” She joked, but Lyra has had enough.
“I think I’ll go and practice my lyre for a while, see you later Sparkler…” she suleds back to her room in the palace and played her lyre as her mother used to play her harp. A few hours passed and she heard a knock on her door. What if it’s Twilight! She jumped up and answered the door, only to find Princess Celestia standing in the doorway.
“Oh. Good afternoon, your Majesty.” She was extremely disappointed. Probably the only pony in all of Equestria to be disappointed to find the mare that raises the sun and sets the moon knocking at her door.
“Hello Lyra! Did Twilight tell you?” Lyra’s interest is piqued as frustration simmered inside her. Twilight doesn’t tell me anything anymore.
“No. Twilight hasn’t talked to me in…I mean…she hasn’t told me anything.”
“Well then! I have sent Twilight on a special mission, as my star pupil, to Ponyville! I’m not quite sure if she will be returning, but I have a feeling she won’t, I’m surprised she didn’t stop by.” Lyra started to get angry.
“Wow me too. Well you know Twilight, always in a rush,” she pushed the words through her teeth, trying not to lose it.
“Oh you know her too well, don’t you Lyra?” Celestia chuckled.
“Heh. Yeah.” She was furious. She thought she was her best friend but it seems that her studies were more important. She closed to door and boiled in her room. How could she do this to me? She can’t just leave me here, without her I don’t think I would have made it through Fillyschool. She’s my best friend. She knew she had to do something about it.
She sought out the two guards that saved her those many years ago and approached them.
“I need to ask you two a favor.” she says.
“Anything, Lyra.” One guard said in a friendly yet bass voice. The other smiles.
“I need to get to Ponyville.”
…
She could see it, out on the horizon, a tiny town that took up only about as much space as the Canterlot Castle alone, besides the giant apple orchard, which probably took up the same amount of space as two Canterlot cities side by side.
“Thank you guys so much, I can’t express my gratitude.” She said as she walked off of the chariot. They nodded, smiled, and took off into the skies.
She went throughout the little town and searched everywhere looking for her. She asked everypony she could, and she either just missed her or they didn’t know who Twilight was. She became frustrated, and wished she could just take it all back, she wanted to go home. Luckily she remembered to bring along her lyre in her saddle, the only thing that could bring her peace in times of anger or sadness besides… Twilight. She took out her lyre and started playing it underneath an apple tree. Suddenly a pony with a white and dark blue mane she had talked to before approached her.
“You were looking for a Twilight Sparkle, right?”
“Yes!” she jumped up excitedly.
“Pinkie is throwing a party for her later, at the library.” Pinkie? She thought. Who is that?
“Thanks, I’ll be there.” She pushed herself up, put her lyre back in her saddle, and started walking back towards town. On the way back to town she saw a piece of paper flying around in the breeze. It moved quickly yet gracefully, and stuck itself on her hoof. It waved in the gentle wind as she hovered it in front of her face. It read:
My dear Twilight,
There is more to a young pony’s life than studying! So I’m sending you to supervise the preparation for the Summer Sun Celebration, in this year’s location: Ponyville. And I have an even more essential task for you to complete: Make some friends!
Have fun and good luck, Princess Celestia
What. What? Princess Celestia sent her here to make friends? Why? She knew that I was her best friend. She knew that Twilight was the only friend I ever had. She knew Twilight would make friends, and that she wouldn’t come home! Not only did she take my mother and my home, but she took the only sense of friendship in my life. She even had the nerve to come to my room and talk to me about it! She was pacing back and forth, furious, reduced to the way she was the night her mother was slaughtered. So she was taken back to where she started. No mother, no friends, no money, no food. But she did have the only thing she would…rather, could, never part with. Her lyre. So once again, as she did several years ago, she ran. This time she didn’t run far, she ran back to the apple tree, and laid with her head in her hooves. She was miles from home, with nothing. The only thing she had was her lyre. So she did the only thing she could do. She played. She played hard, with her eyes shut. Everything she learned, that she had taught herself, that she had felt her mother teach her through the lyre. All of her anger, frustration, and grief was being converted through her lyre into song. She had never played with such passion, as every ounce of mental strength she could muster was directly put into her golden instrument.
“That’s…absolutely beautiful…” Her concentration broke and she dropped the lyre on the ground, she quickly collected it from the dirt and grass and brushed it off, embarrassed.
“Wh..Why thank you…I didn’t know you were there, I’m sorry…” She feels out of place.
“You are very talented at that little thing…um… what is it called?” Lyra straightened up a bit.
“It’s a lyre; my mother…gave it to me when I was just a filly.”
“Oh, never heard of one of those, anyways, what’s your name?” the pony asks.
“I’m Lyra, and you are?”
“Nice to meet you Lyra, I’m Bon-Bon.”
Lyra: From Mother To Daughter
She was dumbfounded. She was caught at her most vulnerable moment by a complete stranger.
“You seem pretty upset…is there any way I can help?” Bon-Bon smiled lightly and looked over her, with the concern of a mother.
“I don’t think so, unless you know how to go back in time…” Lyra looked up and smirked squeamishly.
“Heh, I’m sorry I can’t help you with that one! But I could walk you back to town, are you new to Ponyville?” something about this pony is so sweet and calm, Lyra thought to herself.
“I guess that will have to do, close enough, right?” She was now somehow enjoying herself talking to this new friend, while not five minutes ago she was at rock bottom.
“Well, follow me, I’ll give you the grand tour!” Oh no, not another grand tour. Please don’t tell me the complete history of Ponyville.
“This is Sweet Apple Acres, it’s owned by a pony named Applejack, and her brother Big Macintosh, but we all call him Big Mac,” Huh. No fun facts about the exact year and date that they established it? About the gross yearly income and profit they receive each year? I’m liking this pony already! They continued walking until they got into town.
“Over there is Sugarcube Corner, it’s a bakery, it’s run by Mr. and Mrs. Cake, cliché right? Also Pinkie Pie works there, and makes sweets for the parties here in Ponyville, which nearly all of them are organized by her anyways!” she’s funny too!
“The centerpiece of the town square is town hall, that’s where we will be having the Summer Sun Celebration, and over there is Rarity’s shop, she makes clothes, like dresses. That tree over there is the library, obviously people go th…”
“STOP!” Lyra yells, louder than she had intended, “Is there a party there tonight?”
“Not that I know of, yet nopony ever tells me anyth…”
SCREEEEEEEEEEEECH!!! The sound of a freshly turned on megaphone roars through the town square.
“Attention Ponyville!” yelled an enthusiastic pink pony with crazy hair “There will be a surprise party for our newest Ponyville visitor at the library tonight! Be there or be square!”
“Did I say “Not that I know of”? I of course meant, “Yes! Lyra, there is most definitely a party at the library tonight!”” Bon-Bon laughed to herself and Lyra joined along. “Well good thing Pinkie Pie created that distraction because there are barely any more defining qualities of this town, and I was boring myself, did you want to go pick up something to eat? There is a restaurant in town that has the best daffodil and daisy sandwiches.”
“I would love to.” She smiled to herself as she followed close behind Bon-Bon.
…
After lunch, they walked back out into the late afternoon sunshine.
“So why are you here? Visiting a friend?” Bon-Bon asked, trying to make conversation.
“I guess you could say that…” she answered apprehensively.
“ Is there something wrong?” inquired Bon-Bon, worried.
“Well…no, I don’t want you to think I’m some crazy pony.” Lyra said, half-jokingly.
“No worries Lyra, I’m a great listener,” Bon-Bon winked and sat down on the ground, looking at Lyra expectantly.
Well I can’t really explain it to you with without telling the whole story…”
“That’s fine!” Bon-Bon smiles.
“You’re sure?” she tried to stall, uselessly.
“Yes Lyra, I’m sure,” Bon-Bon took on a more serious tone, but not a condescending one.
“ Okay, well, when I was just a little filly my father died, which only left me and my mother. So we lived together for about four years without him, when my mother was killed by Princess Celestia. Well…technically it was part of her castle, I just have a little bit of a grudge on her at the moment…” she began to trail off, but Bon-Bon kept her going.
“Go on…” she said.
“Oh. Yeah. Well anyways, after my mother was killed, erm…died, I ran away into the Everfree Forest for about a week, when some of Celestia’s guards came to save me, which I greatly thank them for, and I wouldn’t be standing here right now if it weren’t for them. They were actually the ones that flew me…”
“Go on…” Bon-Bon said very seriously.
“Right. Sorry. So the guards took me back to the castle, where I went to see Princess Celestia, and she offered me my very own room in the castle, but I declined. She asked if I would like to go back to my old house to get some closure and I disdainfully agreed. At my house, I found my lyre, the one I was playing before. My mother’s harp, which I forgot to mention she played, was turned into my lyre by some sort of magical accident. My mother now resides in this lyre, and it makes me feel that much closer to her. After receiving my lyre and getting my cutie mark, which is a whole other story, I went back and told the Princess I will be taking up a room in the castle.”
A single tear rolled down Bon-Bon’s cheek, “Go on..” She tried to cover up her sympathy until the story was done.
“Well that night, the day I moved into the castle, I met my best friend, Twilight Sparkle. We were inseparable, until she began reading books about the Elements of Harmony, and Nightmare Moon. She stopped talking to me and began to completely dwell on her studies. And that is my story up until today.”
“Well then why are you here in Ponyville?” Bon-Bon asked, sounding more sympathetic now.
“Well Princess Celestia sent Twilight here to ‘Check up on the Summer Sun Celebration’ which actually means she wanted her to come here and make some new friends…” Lyra dropped into a tone of sadness.
“That’s not very nice of her to do at all, but that still doesn’t tell me why you are here”
“Oh, well…now that I think about it, it was pretty foolish for me to come here in the first place. I guess I just didn’t want to lose another person that meant everything to me…” Lyra started thinking about her mother and father, buried her head in her hooves, and began to cry. “I just want somebody to love me…” she sobbed.
“Oh Lyra…” Bon-Bon gets up and hugs Lyra, trying to calm her down.
“Bon-Bon you should probably go, I don’t think you want to be friends with me.” Lyra said between tears.
“Lyra, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” She picked up Lyra’s head, and looked her in the eyes, “Lyra I have a question to ask you…”
“Yeah…?”
“How would you like to stay with me, here in Ponyville?”
“I wouldn’t rather do anything else Bon-Bon…Thank you…” She buried her head in Bon-Bon’s arms and they sat together in the evening sunshine, Lyra happier than she had ever imagined. For once in her life, since she was a little filly, she felt as if she belonged somewhere, and she knew it was here in Ponyville.
