Author's Note

Hello there and welcome back again to yet another new chapter of Harmonious Repetitions Twofold, the one story out of many of my craft to go above and beyond the oneshots I have given you since the inception; suffice to say, the past chapter from before were by far a strong note for you all and giving a taste of what's to still come later onward.

Aside from disclaimers long ago, I want to take the time to say thank you for never pulling out too early since we're now in the the new year with a new hope to have and hold with tender loving care rather than yet a totally lost cause and the strength to continue onward in staying tuned for the future that is the now: I believe at this rate, everything will make sense soon enough.

Lastly, let me also say that I was planning to have the entire CMC trio appearing and Cheerilee in this chapter but due to time constraints and exhaustion from writing the last chapter, this did not come to pass; on the bright side, you get to see Spitfire and Soarin as a family together alongside their daughter instead as well as Apple Bloom and Zecora again.

Kaleidoscope

This day was now perhaps feeling like any other to say in the least for anything and everything, a constant result of the turning world rotating on its own axis at a set speed while also revolving as well on a different speed to say the least; as a result, half of it was already bathed in daylight anyway no less. As such, the big blue sky had become extremely clear enough for many of the lifeforms residing underneath it to see the golden sun already shining about over the scope with a big flock of birds from various sizes and shades now soaring across so serenely as if they themselves didn’t have a care in the world. Within a large dream drop distance was but at least one civilization out of many others already defined in such various materials whatsoever used to build them all from the ground up to the point of reaching for the skylines, most of them being the ones suitably fit for the likes of even three little pigs. The calm gentle breeze was currently surfing across every one of the grassy knolls, the brilliant green surrounding it all on a solid lower plane of existence even as the dirt road guided its way over from a nearby forest, a curvilinear line worth holding as much as it is and was also worth crossing as well. Standing right outwardly amongst the very backgrounds had rested a valley and ridge of smoky mountains, all of them raging about with overwhelming growth and erosion in the process of their trying times that which many were living in currently as the golden sun was just hovering over all therein.

Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl; two women were approaching and the wind began to howl. Both of them possessed such commonalities: some coldly colored eyes, some kindling in hand, and a firm look. It was safe to say that whatever was on their very minds, the road they were all traveling on was going to end.

On the other hand, they still had some significant differences between one another, especially at the first glance from another perspective so to speak. For starters, one of them was tall and wearing hair with more colors than just one whereas the other was shorter and possessing solid purple tresses. Secondly, the lanky woman had a bright complexion upon her skin while the little counterpart on the opposite side donned some light gamboge instead. Third of all, the bright traveler wore a white shirt beneath her denim jacket and black jeans; the darker equal had on a black hoodie with green shorts. Even though that the both of them had some footwear, the lanky woman had donned bright pink boots while the little one wore some white sneakers. The white individual had some magenta irises circling right around her pupils while the dark skinned counterpart wore amethyst orbs upon herself.

“How much longer will it take for the others to show up already, Rainbow…?” the small woman asked the adjacent traveler by the former’s side.

The aforementioned counterpart turned to her and answered back, “probably a few more minutes to go, Scootaloo; I have to admit, this camping thing seems to be something that the Guides would be more adept at doing like usual.”

“Not after what happened years ago: I heard that a few of the troop members were killed around the war alongside some of the other children…” the dark skinned pedestrian replied as she turned her gaze back to the dirt road up in front, “I never even considered the possibility that Noi had a big brother like Apple Bloom and her sister, let alone be the youngest of the family to die…”

“Yeah, I know: I was so worried about you I couldn’t help but cry myself awake from one nightmare after another; makes me really think about who I had actually thought I was for a long time…” the brightly colored woman had said hesitantly as a small tear escapes from her left eyelid almost immediately.

Scootaloo quickly stopped in place and exclaimed, “but you’re Rainbow Dash, the bravest of people in all the homeland who never gives up!”

“Emphasis on the word, ‘people’ mind you; I still had my limits, especially regarding what had happened: considering that I hadn’t been born in the countryside, much like Fluttershy, I didn’t pay attention to what was going on here, especially with her…” the titular traveler replied with little recognition whatsoever, “the false accusations made of her being a separatist did not help. Of course, that is a completely different issue nonetheless; as far as I was concerned at the time, the main thing that was concerning me was none other than yourself: up until the war, I wasn’t paying attention to the fact that you had parents working away from home. It was a great shame that you had to end up learning about the factory bombing that just killed both of your own parents; makes me feel worried about what could have been had something worst came to pass.”

“Don’t remind me; after all, I just wished that they should have been there to stop what these bastards were doing to you…!” the dark skinned woman said instantaneously as she had looked right behind themselves only briefly.

The lanky counterpart exhaled, taking the time to face Scootaloo as the former began to speak, “never mind that man, I was crying for you: no one should ever have their skin cut apart with a knife, especially a child like yourself…”

“I’m not twelve years old anymore; even my old schoolmates, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle know that…” the dark skinned teenager responded with a terse laugh immediately, “besides, I feel good as new now that I’ve been able to get that skin graft and restoration operation earlier…”

“That’s besides the point: I was afraid of losing you altogether; ever since that fateful day, for the first time in my life, I had felt nothing but weakness and inadequacy all throughout because I couldn’t protect you outright…” Rainbow said as she had looked firmly Scootaloo in both of the eyes.

Holding her ground nevertheless, the young teenager whispered into the brighter counterpart’s ears, “you don’t have to feel sorry for yourself anyway. You’re doing great as my big sister and I’ll never forget that. Your friends would have been proud to see us like this together like a family…”

“Friends… family… yeah, I know…” Rainbow stuttered a bit, breaking away from Scootaloo at once, “wish I could say the same for the rest of them, especially Rarity, Applejack, and Fluttershy most of all.”

“I know… none of these girls deserved what they had been put through in the war, especially considering what these bastards did to my friends as well; we were just kids and that gave them no right to let them suffer at their hands…” the dark skinned pedestrian had growled disdainfully before walking onward again like they did before.

Sure enough, the lanky woman followed suit but still had maintained close proximity of her younger charge anyway. All of the four winds right around the twosome had possessed enough force to sway the foilage to and fro rather gently. The birds and bees that were synchronizing with one another remained in the backgrounds while they’d both trotted about. Effortlessly, the very females had taken in that breath of fresh air which was surrounding them already, light and crisp. Definitely basking in the affluent afterglow provided by the light of the golden sun, they also had plenty of shade as well.

Rainbow couldn’t help but take in all of the very details as she had stared at Scootaloo and the wildlife they currently were in so to speak. Gathering winds brushed against the tresses upon their heads, even more so for the lanky traveler who had watched half of hers blown away. Basically put, Rainbow was aware of the fact that they were all alone yet the stardust memories of their very conversation said otherwise. Yearning for the reality of some more people taking attendance to see them was fresh in their respective minds with great expectations. Only thing that was holding the lanky woman back from becoming completely exuberant was her own hesitation for what it was worth. Pursuing the destination which was the point of origin was on the surface of their goal anyway, a commonality her charge was unaware of. Much distance that the two had been traveling was going to get paid off in little time whatsoever; after all, the wood in the hands was proof.

At long last, they had come across a certain patch of the woods that was unlike the others that were on both sides of the otherwise unbeaten path. A small band of tents were found on the right side where the dark skinned teenager, many of which were bearing bright colors standing outward. An arrangement of firm ligneous material was currently standing at the epicenter of the rocky circle in the form of a generally uniform mountain. A line of some clothes were already found strung upon the wire, hanging about like strange fruit but lacking the wearer’s existence overall therein. Almost immediately, there was a plastic quadrangular container resting at the edge of a log, bearing a mostly crimson coat with white accents. Amongst the foreground were a series of people standing about far away from Rainbow’s line of eyesight that had finally put a smile upon her face.

If the lanky woman had found herself in an academic environment, then she would be quick to find the skill of mathematics being put to the test. Including Scootaloo and the observant guide, there were at least several people in attendance; of them, there was only one male left amongst them. It was at this moment when Rainbow became aware of the predominant females being all around whatsoever, each with their own traits and quirks. In spite of the fact that almost all of the individuals in question were of the same gender, the number of differences were far and few altogether.

Speaking of differences, the gang of four in their line of vision had been found to be standing around at the ligneous formation almost instantly. Amongst them was a young tanned brunette whose height was shorter than of the dark skinned teenager, wearing a frilly pink dress with shoes. Perambulating after the youth was a ginger matching her eye color, already dressed in a green hoodie and black denim shorts with brown boots. Sitting inches away from the two was another ginger with aged and prestige donning a purple ensemble consisting of a sweater, skirt, and shoes. Already standing behind the females was a lone man in a set of overalls upon his plaid shirt with glowing green eyes and a bucket of fish in hand.

The minute that Rainbow and Scootaloo were well within the brunette’s line of eyesight, the latter exclaimed, “mama, Rainy and Scoots are back…!”

“Hey you two…!” the young mother had greeted as the two others finally regrouped all at once, “it seems that you both had gotten us the motherlode together; must have been an easy haul, right Rainbow…?”

“Don’t get me started though: last week’s storm did most of the work here and there; besides, I heard that cleanup is still almost finished, Spitfire…” the eponymous gatherer had answered back almost instantaneously.

Setting the accessory down, he too had joined into the conversation, “same here: the local park is still a real mess out their; as a matter of fact, the flooding was so bad, it had to be closed so that the pools had to be cleaned out and they’re still not done yet for the most part. So much for hosting the birthday party here: it will only be a matter of time until the star of the show finally pops up; it would have been really nicer if your friend came over to help with it all.”

“True but she decided against it; Pinkie said she had to go back to the rock farm to look after her family, not that I blame her, of course…” the prism haired individual said calmly as the youth scurried away a bit, “I usually don’t mince words for whatever reason but I’ll say this: what they had done to them, this wasn’t right at all.”

“I agree, if what they did to the two of you hadn’t made me go on the warpath, then what they did to those girls and their mother should be more than enough to see them killed several times over…” Spitfire growled as she had clenched her own left hand from a palm into a fist slowly but steadily.

The dark skinned teenager had also chimed, “count me in too; cracking a shot at these bastards would have been a snap…!”

“I know that…” Rainbow said as she rubbed Scootaloo’s head around briefly, “of course, I don’t want you to become like Twist…”

“Speaking of Twist, I was kind of shocked that she had ended up thrown into the hospital; a twelve–year–old girl like herself shouldn’t have to risk throwing her own life away because of what she had seen: Apple Bloom even deserved better than what they had done to her…” the man groaned, looking upon the young girl.

It wasn’t even long until the elder female had finally stood up and said clearly all of the sudden, “speaking of which Soarin, isn’t that one of those girls we were just talking about already approaching us…?”

“Huh…?” the aforementioned male had sputter about in a brief confusion, “you mean Pinkie Pie…?”

“No, she has pink hair, not red hair, let alone a pink bow; otherwise, she would most likely had been named by her parents Ready Row…” the taller ginger had answered almost immediately as she pointed her finger past his direction.

Sure enough, Soarin and the females around him had came across the sight of two individuals approaching them almost immediately: of the six, Scootaloo was the first to smile. Already defined amongst themselves were likenesses in fair dignity, possessing commonalities between each other: feminine builds, straightened emotions, and shared directions. Even so, they still had such several significant differences thereof that especially the likes of prism haired woman had been instantly quick to notice within a heartbeat no less.

Anyways, these particular individuals that had now joined them possessed a sense of fashion that were just as loud and lively like their attires thereof. For starters, one of them had a set of straightly hot red hair running past her neck whereas the other an equal monochromatic pattern in the tresses. Secondly, the redhead in question stood at the same height range as the dark skinned teenager while the accompanying woman had rivaled the rest. Third of all, the approaching youth donned a bright complexion, much like many of the adults whereas the taller opposite had resembled Scootaloo. Like the gingers, the redhead’s eyes were circles of orange that peering outwardly while the calm circuits of chilled cerulean orbs rested in the woman. Compared to the brunette’s attire, the youth wore a dark green dress with its frills reaching her knees whereas the elder had on a large brown fabric. Unlike the onlookers whose footwear contributed to their lower limbs being covered, the two had sandals; of them, the woman’s was colored in black. As with how the man was found into the whole picture, they hadn’t come over empty–handed: the redhead carried a stick; the woman had a box.

It didn’t take long for the dark skinned teenager to run up towards the accompanied youth with a shout, “Apple Bloom…!”

“Scootaloo…!” the titular redhead had cried out as the two adolescents hugged each other tightly, small tears already slithering from the corner of their eyes, “Ah am so glad to see you again…!”

“I know, Apple Bloom; it may have been a couple of years but I still can’t ever forget your voice: that warm tenderness from long ago remains…!” the elder youth had laughed out loud before her friend had joined in.

As they were still stuck in this embrace, the young girl turned towards the young ginger and asked, “mom, who’s the lady carrying the box…?”

“That’s Zecora, Rainflower; her friends and family had talked about her years ago: she happens to be some woman who lived in the forest back at the countryside long before the war broke out…” Spitfire had answered calmly.

The eponymous brunette looked upon the woman standing next to Apple Bloom and commented, “she looks so darker than me, mom; why is that…?”

“It’s simple, Rain… we’re different from one another: some people are born in the mountainside and others nearby the water; after all, this is a pretty big world out there that we all live in…” the young ginger said, looking up towards the skies as she was aware of the few clouds passing by, “but it’s not all bad once you get to know some people besides their looks and attire though. Besides, this is what makes the world so great to explore and the people who live amongst one another; the homeland itself is a great example of it for what its worth: it’s run by a great monarch, there are plenty of cities and towns with adventures to be had, and people come and go there as they please. Soon, you’ll probably be old enough to do all sorts of things in here and beyond: seeing the world and its many seas, making friends, starting a family, and finding something to do with your own life; by then, at least it will be better than the times that were spent even since the war had ended long ago.”

“Mommy, what exactly did you and daddy do in the war…?” the tanned child had asked about while tugging at the rim of her mother’s hoodie.

Spitfire looked back down and replied calmly, “a lot more than what we’re willing to tell you so far, Rainflower…”