I'll Find You.by Adorkable SunshineChaptersNo Escape.The Promise.Reality.Secrets.Lies.No Escape.“I told you, I wasn’t escaping! I was just taking a stroll!” The lavender mare hid a fit of giggles as two strong stallions lead her back to a room. Each stallion wearing an orderly uniform, keeping a close eye on the petite mare before them. She was small in size, but big in trouble if given the chance. The mare came to a stop before her room door, plopping down on her plot with a thud as she waved her hooves sarcastically in front of the frame. “Open Sez Me!” The mare gave an eerie howl through the empty hallway, a stallion rolling his eyes as he simply unlocked the door and opened it. “Ahhh! It’s magic!” Screwball quickly hugged onto the large stallion beside her door, her swirled violet irises glowing dimly. “Hmmm. Be good now.” The stallion pushed the mare off, nudging her backside as she cantered into the room. Inside was a small room of white, nothing really decorating the cramped space at all. A simple small window was near the center, though the cozy feeling had been lost by a set of bars blocking any escape. A small oak table was placed off towards the corner of the room, big enough to only sit two at most. A plate of cookies placed atop it, as a small child was already sat on the right side. She was an odd one, wearing a tiara atop her mane as her coat was a light lavender tone. She had icy blue eyes which quickly locked onto the grown mare, giving her a wild set of shivers. This filly was frowning and mad about something, perhaps that she was stuck in this place, like so many others. “Heehee! Are you me as a kid? I don’t quite remember being so rich!” Screwball bounced over to the table and jumped onto the plate of cookies, causing crumbs to spray across the room. “Phst No! I’m here to visit.” Diamond Tiara sighed aloud as she placed a small hoof atop her cheek. “A VISIT! I thought this wasn’t my room, too much sunlight!” Screwball burst into a wild fit of giggles, rolling onto her back as she simply spun off the edge with a crash. “Are you done?” Tiara asked with a soft sneer, the mare rising up from behind the left side of the table calm and collected. “Why yes dear I am. Jeffery the tea please.” Screwball lifted her front lip, speaking in a fancy mare voice, nose lifted as high as it could into the air. “Why did you escape?” Tiara asked with an eye roll, her attention on a crushed cookie before her, softly tracing a hoof across the fallen crumbs. “Because this place is a MAD HOUSE! A MAD HOUSE!” Screwball smashed her hooves onto the table as Tiara jumped back surprised, the two stallions slowly entering before the filly waved them off. “This place is here to help.” Tiara groaned in defeat as she locked eyes with this insane mare. “This place is here to fish for yelps?” Screwball locked gazes, her eyes narrowed in confusion. “Grr! Stop that!” “Brrr. Top Hat!” “Stop It!” “Hop Ship?” Screwball yelled out in confusion, her hooves waving side to side in the air. “Ok enough.” A stallion sighed as he walked into the room, glaring annoyed to the mare acting out. “What am I doing? This brat is the one who wants to hop ship! Doesn’t she know that is mutiny?” Screwball hid her muzzle behind her hoof, whispering to the orderly in secret. “Want to just call it day?” The stallion asked Tiara who shook her head no, a angry frown growing across her face. The stallion sighed and walked out of the area, allowing for an odd silence to fill the room. Tiara gazed back to this mare in defeat, yet found her smiling happily to her from across the table. “Are you…” Tiara felt herself be cut off as the mare lunged forward, swiping the tiara off the child’s head and placing it onto her own. “Look I’m Celestia! I can lift a megaton star with my butt!- YUP-YUP-YUP!” Screwball yelled aloud in glee, standing back atop the table in a poised pose. “GIVE THAT BACK!” Tiara screamed in anger, lunging forward to the mare who did a backflip off the table, landing oddly enough on her two hind hooves. “TA-DA! Look Ma I’m Human!” Screwball yelled out in joy as she toppled over in laughter. Her maniacal giggles set apart by something odd, the sound of sobbing could be heard wafting across the air. Screwball blinked her long lashes slowly, seeing that her visitor was curled into a small ball atop the table crying. “Please. It belonged to my mother.” Tiara hid her tear soaked eyes behind small delicate hooves, the mare folding her ears back slowly. “Oooo. Sorry safari.” Screwball sighed and slid the tiara off her head, holding it out to the small child. “...” Tiara sniffled as she gently reached for the item, only to have it yanked away at the last second. “Psyche! I’ll wear this and escape as you!” The mare smiled wickedly, rubbing two hooves together like a insane genius. “Grrr! I’m Done! I’M DONE!” Tiara yelled out to the door between sobs, shaking her head side to side in anger. Both stallions rushed through the door, one grabbing Screwball from behind as he pinned her down onto the floor. The second quickly swiping the small tiara off her head, as he returned it back to the child, who roughly pulled it back into her possession. “Jeffery! Why have you turned against me!” Screwball fought under the stallion softly and playfully. “Time to get some rest.” He spoke into her ear as he allowed her to rise up, the mare rolling her eyes and getting to her hooves. “Buh-Bye! Hope you had fun, when I made you cry!” Screwball waved to the child in glee, the small filly glaring in hellish anger. The door to the room closing shut, as laughter could be heard echoing down the hall. The Promise.Author's Note A/N: Listening to La Vie En Rose today. Inspired me to write this chapter, I hope you all enjoy. The Promise. Diamond Tiara sat alone in the white covered room, her heart beating loudly in her chest much like a stampede of wild yaks. Lips as dry as The Badlands on a summer day, her hooves weak and hope dwindling. Should she keep on trying? Was this all a lost cause? What would the madness bring today? So many questions haunted her conscious, yet none came with answers. Jeffrey swung open the door to the visiting hall, the violet mare at his side in silence. Her eyes were filled with sadness and shame, so tired of days without sleep. Dark umbra bags hung tightly under her broken hues, mane a tangled mess. “Is she ok? Under medication?” Tiara spoke in confusion, eyes narrowing to the mare who took a seat across from her. “No. Just a bad day.” Jeffrey gave a sigh and patted the mare on the shoulder, walking out of the room as silence began to fill the air. Tiara batted long lashes, never saying a word as the mare seemed to drift off into space. Her eyes not quite locking upon the child, but beyond her and off across the land outside. “It’s a lovely day outside.” Tiara gave a sweet smile, the silence broken and the mare shrugging. “The sun is so bright and warm! Love the feeling on my coat, walked like super slow on my way here.” The child giggled and gave a bigger smile. “La vie en rose...“ The mare spoke softly, eyes slowly lowering to the floor ignoring the child completely. “Quand tu me presses à ton coeur.” The mare hummed aloud softly as she sang a melodic tune. “Wouldn’t you like to maybe talk about your day?” Tiara spoke up trying to regain her attention. “ Je suis dans un monde à part.” She would sing sweetly to herself, thoughts drifting her off into another world. The child slowly folded her ears back in sorrow, it was no use to even try. She was invisible to her today, a phantom that could not be seen. Tiara listened to the melody of the song, so soothing from the mare’s elegant voice. She could feel a tear roll down her cheek slowly, gently splashing down onto the table below. The child about to wave in the orderly, yet stopping in her tracks, veins running ice cold. The melody was one she heard so long ago, sung to her during dark and frightful nights. To keep her safe and protected from any harm, be it creatures under the bed or the children at the park, who stole her dolly. “La vie en rose…” The mare begun her song anew, eyes blank and fading away. “Quand tu me presses à ton coeur.” She continued in a flawless soprano. “When you press me to your heart.” Tiara sang alongside her, ears pinned back as her voice trembled. “Je suis dans un monde à part.” The mare allowed her own ears to perk up suddenly in response. “I am in a world apart.” Tiara felt herself crying freely now. “Un monde où fleurissent les roses.” The mare lifted her gaze to the child, expression that of worry and woe. “A world where roses bloom.” The child felt the sting of tears, cascade down each cheek as her whole body shivered. “Et quand vous parlez, les anges chantent d'en haut.” The mare lift a slender hoof, wiping away the tears of the child. “And when you speak, angels sing from above.” Tiara sobbed as she closed her eyes, gently nuzzling into the loving hoof. “Les mots de tous les jours semblent se transformer en amour.” The mare let a loving smile cross her lips. “Everyday words seem to turn into love.” Tiara opened her eyes and wept softly in place, her heart wanting to shatter and spring back to life all at once. “Tiara?” She spoke in a tired voice, yet it was flowing with tender warmth. “Mom!?” The child sprang out of her seat and across the table, hugging the mare tight with all the love she could muster. “I feel so tired. No matter how much I sleep, the darkness never lifts.” She spoke in a confused tone, wrapping hooves around the child softly. “It’s ok! I’ll chase away the dark, I’ll lock it up and throw away the key!” The child shivered in place as she smothered her mother in tender kisses. “My little diamond in the rough.” She cooed and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “I have so much to tell you! So...so little time.” Tiara felt tears rolling down her cheeks, her heart shattering in place within her chest. “My love! Don’t cry dear, just speak from here.” The mare placed a hoof atop her daughter’s chest softly. “I love you!” The child yelled out in pain, burying her face into her mother’s chest. “As do I.” “I’m going to lose you again?” “You’ll never lose me.” “How are you sure?” “Trust in me as I trust in you.” “...” “If I’m ever lost, call out to me and I will find you.” “Promise?” “I promise.” Tiara curled into a small ball in her mother’s embrace, the sound of singing filling the room. For just a moment, she was home. Reality.“I could feel she was herself! Lost among the darkness, she found her way home.” Tiara spoke in a voice of melodic glee. Her small tail swished excitedly back and forth as she sat at the kitchen table, enjoying a small bowl of oats for her breakfast this bright new day. Across the table Spoiled Rich lifted her muzzle high in the air with a sneer, a small cup of coffee before her with steam wafting across the rim. The sun washed through the open window of the kitchen, basking all in a warm light that protected any who it touched from harm. The mare allowing a small huff to escape her lips, the child chatting away in such an annoying manner. “I just know she is getting better.” Tiara flashed a sweet smile to her new mother. “Six Months.” “What?” The child spoke with a sense of confusion. “Six months. That is how long it took her to even show a slight bit of personality.” Spoiled gave an eye roll and stood up from her seat. “Well yeah. But that is still a glimmer of…” The blinds of the kitchen came smashing down loudly, Tiara could only gasp aloud in shock, a chill wicked darkness covering all inside the small room. The mare glaring to her with an icy look of pure hate, the child could only sit in silence and fear. “A glimmer of nothing! Hope or whatever you please is lost on that creature!” Spoiled shook her head back and forth slowly. “You lie.” Tiara let a whimper escape her lips. “I fear not dear. Just because that fool, knew you for a split second. Does not mean she is getting well.” Spoiled walked over to the child, gazing down in a emotionless state. “As of now. She knows nothing of you, a faceless child in a wave of despair.” Spoiled towered over the child with ease, placing a cold wicked hoof atop her shoulder. “She is gone. All that remains is the here and now!” “You mean...yourself?” Tiara spoke slowly, her ears perking up slightly as she lifted her head to the mare locking gazes. “What does that mean?” “You will never be my mother. You might have tricked father and all the others, but I can see through you.” “Hold your tongue!” “All I see is just filth. You must see it too, I never see you once gaze into a mirror.” Tiara spoke aloud as a loud pop filled the room around them, the small child holding to her face in pain and shock. “I’m your mother now! I demand respect!” Spoiled slammed a hoof atop the table loudly, the child curling up into a small ball on the kitchen chair. “Your father and I need to talk about this. I fear spending too much time with that loon is affecting you.” The mare sighed softly and shook her head, her hoof gently lifting the chin of Tiara to face her. “...” “Go to my room, we should cover this up.” Spoiled gave an annoyed eye roll and spoke aloud of the dark bruise on the child’s cheek. The mare walked off into the distance, deeper within the abyss that the child called home.Sliding out of her seat she began her silent walk towards the back, to hide away the misery she felt everyday. Broken eyes gazing out the nearby window, somewhere out there in the world covered by roses was a life she ached for. The life where her real mother was waiting, to take all the pain away. To be whole once more. Secrets.Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Lies.Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.
No Escape.“I told you, I wasn’t escaping! I was just taking a stroll!” The lavender mare hid a fit of giggles as two strong stallions lead her back to a room. Each stallion wearing an orderly uniform, keeping a close eye on the petite mare before them. She was small in size, but big in trouble if given the chance. The mare came to a stop before her room door, plopping down on her plot with a thud as she waved her hooves sarcastically in front of the frame. “Open Sez Me!” The mare gave an eerie howl through the empty hallway, a stallion rolling his eyes as he simply unlocked the door and opened it. “Ahhh! It’s magic!” Screwball quickly hugged onto the large stallion beside her door, her swirled violet irises glowing dimly. “Hmmm. Be good now.” The stallion pushed the mare off, nudging her backside as she cantered into the room. Inside was a small room of white, nothing really decorating the cramped space at all. A simple small window was near the center, though the cozy feeling had been lost by a set of bars blocking any escape. A small oak table was placed off towards the corner of the room, big enough to only sit two at most. A plate of cookies placed atop it, as a small child was already sat on the right side. She was an odd one, wearing a tiara atop her mane as her coat was a light lavender tone. She had icy blue eyes which quickly locked onto the grown mare, giving her a wild set of shivers. This filly was frowning and mad about something, perhaps that she was stuck in this place, like so many others. “Heehee! Are you me as a kid? I don’t quite remember being so rich!” Screwball bounced over to the table and jumped onto the plate of cookies, causing crumbs to spray across the room. “Phst No! I’m here to visit.” Diamond Tiara sighed aloud as she placed a small hoof atop her cheek. “A VISIT! I thought this wasn’t my room, too much sunlight!” Screwball burst into a wild fit of giggles, rolling onto her back as she simply spun off the edge with a crash. “Are you done?” Tiara asked with a soft sneer, the mare rising up from behind the left side of the table calm and collected. “Why yes dear I am. Jeffery the tea please.” Screwball lifted her front lip, speaking in a fancy mare voice, nose lifted as high as it could into the air. “Why did you escape?” Tiara asked with an eye roll, her attention on a crushed cookie before her, softly tracing a hoof across the fallen crumbs. “Because this place is a MAD HOUSE! A MAD HOUSE!” Screwball smashed her hooves onto the table as Tiara jumped back surprised, the two stallions slowly entering before the filly waved them off. “This place is here to help.” Tiara groaned in defeat as she locked eyes with this insane mare. “This place is here to fish for yelps?” Screwball locked gazes, her eyes narrowed in confusion. “Grr! Stop that!” “Brrr. Top Hat!” “Stop It!” “Hop Ship?” Screwball yelled out in confusion, her hooves waving side to side in the air. “Ok enough.” A stallion sighed as he walked into the room, glaring annoyed to the mare acting out. “What am I doing? This brat is the one who wants to hop ship! Doesn’t she know that is mutiny?” Screwball hid her muzzle behind her hoof, whispering to the orderly in secret. “Want to just call it day?” The stallion asked Tiara who shook her head no, a angry frown growing across her face. The stallion sighed and walked out of the area, allowing for an odd silence to fill the room. Tiara gazed back to this mare in defeat, yet found her smiling happily to her from across the table. “Are you…” Tiara felt herself be cut off as the mare lunged forward, swiping the tiara off the child’s head and placing it onto her own. “Look I’m Celestia! I can lift a megaton star with my butt!- YUP-YUP-YUP!” Screwball yelled aloud in glee, standing back atop the table in a poised pose. “GIVE THAT BACK!” Tiara screamed in anger, lunging forward to the mare who did a backflip off the table, landing oddly enough on her two hind hooves. “TA-DA! Look Ma I’m Human!” Screwball yelled out in joy as she toppled over in laughter. Her maniacal giggles set apart by something odd, the sound of sobbing could be heard wafting across the air. Screwball blinked her long lashes slowly, seeing that her visitor was curled into a small ball atop the table crying. “Please. It belonged to my mother.” Tiara hid her tear soaked eyes behind small delicate hooves, the mare folding her ears back slowly. “Oooo. Sorry safari.” Screwball sighed and slid the tiara off her head, holding it out to the small child. “...” Tiara sniffled as she gently reached for the item, only to have it yanked away at the last second. “Psyche! I’ll wear this and escape as you!” The mare smiled wickedly, rubbing two hooves together like a insane genius. “Grrr! I’m Done! I’M DONE!” Tiara yelled out to the door between sobs, shaking her head side to side in anger. Both stallions rushed through the door, one grabbing Screwball from behind as he pinned her down onto the floor. The second quickly swiping the small tiara off her head, as he returned it back to the child, who roughly pulled it back into her possession. “Jeffery! Why have you turned against me!” Screwball fought under the stallion softly and playfully. “Time to get some rest.” He spoke into her ear as he allowed her to rise up, the mare rolling her eyes and getting to her hooves. “Buh-Bye! Hope you had fun, when I made you cry!” Screwball waved to the child in glee, the small filly glaring in hellish anger. The door to the room closing shut, as laughter could be heard echoing down the hall.
The Promise.Author's Note A/N: Listening to La Vie En Rose today. Inspired me to write this chapter, I hope you all enjoy. The Promise. Diamond Tiara sat alone in the white covered room, her heart beating loudly in her chest much like a stampede of wild yaks. Lips as dry as The Badlands on a summer day, her hooves weak and hope dwindling. Should she keep on trying? Was this all a lost cause? What would the madness bring today? So many questions haunted her conscious, yet none came with answers. Jeffrey swung open the door to the visiting hall, the violet mare at his side in silence. Her eyes were filled with sadness and shame, so tired of days without sleep. Dark umbra bags hung tightly under her broken hues, mane a tangled mess. “Is she ok? Under medication?” Tiara spoke in confusion, eyes narrowing to the mare who took a seat across from her. “No. Just a bad day.” Jeffrey gave a sigh and patted the mare on the shoulder, walking out of the room as silence began to fill the air. Tiara batted long lashes, never saying a word as the mare seemed to drift off into space. Her eyes not quite locking upon the child, but beyond her and off across the land outside. “It’s a lovely day outside.” Tiara gave a sweet smile, the silence broken and the mare shrugging. “The sun is so bright and warm! Love the feeling on my coat, walked like super slow on my way here.” The child giggled and gave a bigger smile. “La vie en rose...“ The mare spoke softly, eyes slowly lowering to the floor ignoring the child completely. “Quand tu me presses à ton coeur.” The mare hummed aloud softly as she sang a melodic tune. “Wouldn’t you like to maybe talk about your day?” Tiara spoke up trying to regain her attention. “ Je suis dans un monde à part.” She would sing sweetly to herself, thoughts drifting her off into another world. The child slowly folded her ears back in sorrow, it was no use to even try. She was invisible to her today, a phantom that could not be seen. Tiara listened to the melody of the song, so soothing from the mare’s elegant voice. She could feel a tear roll down her cheek slowly, gently splashing down onto the table below. The child about to wave in the orderly, yet stopping in her tracks, veins running ice cold. The melody was one she heard so long ago, sung to her during dark and frightful nights. To keep her safe and protected from any harm, be it creatures under the bed or the children at the park, who stole her dolly. “La vie en rose…” The mare begun her song anew, eyes blank and fading away. “Quand tu me presses à ton coeur.” She continued in a flawless soprano. “When you press me to your heart.” Tiara sang alongside her, ears pinned back as her voice trembled. “Je suis dans un monde à part.” The mare allowed her own ears to perk up suddenly in response. “I am in a world apart.” Tiara felt herself crying freely now. “Un monde où fleurissent les roses.” The mare lifted her gaze to the child, expression that of worry and woe. “A world where roses bloom.” The child felt the sting of tears, cascade down each cheek as her whole body shivered. “Et quand vous parlez, les anges chantent d'en haut.” The mare lift a slender hoof, wiping away the tears of the child. “And when you speak, angels sing from above.” Tiara sobbed as she closed her eyes, gently nuzzling into the loving hoof. “Les mots de tous les jours semblent se transformer en amour.” The mare let a loving smile cross her lips. “Everyday words seem to turn into love.” Tiara opened her eyes and wept softly in place, her heart wanting to shatter and spring back to life all at once. “Tiara?” She spoke in a tired voice, yet it was flowing with tender warmth. “Mom!?” The child sprang out of her seat and across the table, hugging the mare tight with all the love she could muster. “I feel so tired. No matter how much I sleep, the darkness never lifts.” She spoke in a confused tone, wrapping hooves around the child softly. “It’s ok! I’ll chase away the dark, I’ll lock it up and throw away the key!” The child shivered in place as she smothered her mother in tender kisses. “My little diamond in the rough.” She cooed and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “I have so much to tell you! So...so little time.” Tiara felt tears rolling down her cheeks, her heart shattering in place within her chest. “My love! Don’t cry dear, just speak from here.” The mare placed a hoof atop her daughter’s chest softly. “I love you!” The child yelled out in pain, burying her face into her mother’s chest. “As do I.” “I’m going to lose you again?” “You’ll never lose me.” “How are you sure?” “Trust in me as I trust in you.” “...” “If I’m ever lost, call out to me and I will find you.” “Promise?” “I promise.” Tiara curled into a small ball in her mother’s embrace, the sound of singing filling the room. For just a moment, she was home.
Reality.“I could feel she was herself! Lost among the darkness, she found her way home.” Tiara spoke in a voice of melodic glee. Her small tail swished excitedly back and forth as she sat at the kitchen table, enjoying a small bowl of oats for her breakfast this bright new day. Across the table Spoiled Rich lifted her muzzle high in the air with a sneer, a small cup of coffee before her with steam wafting across the rim. The sun washed through the open window of the kitchen, basking all in a warm light that protected any who it touched from harm. The mare allowing a small huff to escape her lips, the child chatting away in such an annoying manner. “I just know she is getting better.” Tiara flashed a sweet smile to her new mother. “Six Months.” “What?” The child spoke with a sense of confusion. “Six months. That is how long it took her to even show a slight bit of personality.” Spoiled gave an eye roll and stood up from her seat. “Well yeah. But that is still a glimmer of…” The blinds of the kitchen came smashing down loudly, Tiara could only gasp aloud in shock, a chill wicked darkness covering all inside the small room. The mare glaring to her with an icy look of pure hate, the child could only sit in silence and fear. “A glimmer of nothing! Hope or whatever you please is lost on that creature!” Spoiled shook her head back and forth slowly. “You lie.” Tiara let a whimper escape her lips. “I fear not dear. Just because that fool, knew you for a split second. Does not mean she is getting well.” Spoiled walked over to the child, gazing down in a emotionless state. “As of now. She knows nothing of you, a faceless child in a wave of despair.” Spoiled towered over the child with ease, placing a cold wicked hoof atop her shoulder. “She is gone. All that remains is the here and now!” “You mean...yourself?” Tiara spoke slowly, her ears perking up slightly as she lifted her head to the mare locking gazes. “What does that mean?” “You will never be my mother. You might have tricked father and all the others, but I can see through you.” “Hold your tongue!” “All I see is just filth. You must see it too, I never see you once gaze into a mirror.” Tiara spoke aloud as a loud pop filled the room around them, the small child holding to her face in pain and shock. “I’m your mother now! I demand respect!” Spoiled slammed a hoof atop the table loudly, the child curling up into a small ball on the kitchen chair. “Your father and I need to talk about this. I fear spending too much time with that loon is affecting you.” The mare sighed softly and shook her head, her hoof gently lifting the chin of Tiara to face her. “...” “Go to my room, we should cover this up.” Spoiled gave an annoyed eye roll and spoke aloud of the dark bruise on the child’s cheek. The mare walked off into the distance, deeper within the abyss that the child called home.Sliding out of her seat she began her silent walk towards the back, to hide away the misery she felt everyday. Broken eyes gazing out the nearby window, somewhere out there in the world covered by roses was a life she ached for. The life where her real mother was waiting, to take all the pain away. To be whole once more.
