Author's Note

Sorry for the super delayed chapter. As for the ages (just in case);

Swift = 70,080

Starry = 17,520

Aimer = 61,320

Ace = 113,880

They age one hour for every year that passes so for every 8,760 years they become biologically one year of progression yet that is only for the main parts of their lives. They are as big as the average pony is at any time of pre-50 years then their aging slows WAY down. Yeah I thought of all that. Deal with it.

Also... at the time of making this three of my stories have hit 200 views and I would like to thank everyone who has had my back for the past time I’ve been here.

Honesty

It was a bit murky the next morning. My head was still throbbing from the next dream. Swift had taken it upon himself to make pancakes for breakfast with strips of bacon and mouth-watering cinnamon rolls. I had no idea he knew how to cook so well. I didn’t even make nothing that looked half as good.

“Guten Morgane!” He said as I sloppily attempted to make my way down the stairs.

“What?” I asked. I had absolutely no way of knowing what he meant. I had never studied foreign language in all my years.

Swift rolled his eyes. “It means good morning in Germane. It rhymes, I know.” He snickered a little under his breath. He seemed kind of childish to me, almost as if he was a past version of somepony else. I had become fond of Aimer even in the short time we had been here.

As a friend, of course.

He knew how to make others laugh, even when he wasn’t trying to be funny. I liked Swift too, but he was a little on the ‘awkward’ funny side. He could make you laugh when you need it, he could get under your skin when you need it or make you sad. He could mess with your emotions to his will. I hope maybe he will make something of that one day. But there was one serious question.

But it was stupid at the same time. Biologically, I’m about 2.

But in reality, I’m around 17,520.

I am OLD.

I would say that Swift is somewhere around my age. He is kind of short though. “Hey Swift how old are you?”

He seemed to zone out for a second, like he was contemplating the universe. “Biologically or in general?”

“Both.”

“Not sure. Like, 8 biologically and 70,080?”

I swear my jaw hit the floor. This was crazy! He was so immature and short that it was impossible!

He snapped his head towards me and squinted hard. Suddenly, his eyes seemed to spin. Faster and faster until they came to a halt. “I’m not immature! And I am 4 foot 4 for your information!”

“I’m biologically 2 or 17,520 and I’m 4 foot 10. You’re short. How’d you know what I was thinking?”

“Magic, duh.”

“You really are immature.”

“Whatever!”

Aimer walked down the stairs at that exact moment. “Compared to me, Swift is extremely mature.” He managed to make out in between snickers.

“Highly doubt it.” I snipped back.

“I’m biologically 7. Or 61,320.” He as surprisingly tall for his biological age. “Oh, and I’m 5 foot 2 shorty.”

Swift seemed highly offended. “I may be shorter than you two but I’m definitely faster.”

“You have yet to beat me in a hoof race.”

“Shut up.”

“You guys do this often?” I cut in, hoping to get out of the situation alive.

“Yep.” Swift replied automatically. He then returned to the task at hoof and passed me a plate with, “3 hot cakes 2 strips of bacon and 1 cinnamon roll!”

“Thanks!” I wasted no time slicing into the food. And when I took the first bite, I thought I was in heaven. It tasted so good!

My enthusiasm was cut short by a question I had hoped to avoid. “How’d the past play out?” It was from Aimer. I had almost forgotten that I had lied to Swift yesterday. If I told the whole truth, he would know that I hadn’t been honest with him. But luckily a rapping at the door broke the awkward silence that had formed thickly like Aimer’s red mane.

This was the first real time I had noticed either of their manes. Aimer’s mane was red with rounded tips and ran long along his right side.

Swift had a gold mane with edges like Dashie and his ran down his left side. It was very short compared to Aimer’s.

I started feeling self-conscious about my mane and how it was black with two points at it’s ends and it ran down my left side.

I was snapped out of my very odd thoughts by a fairly loud voice. “So you finally turned up?” It said. I turned a 180 to face an incredibly tall grey alicorn with eyes like mine. His shoulders were broad and strong. His mane was also grey and had three points one for each end. “Oh and I overheard your guys’ little conversation. I’d like you to know biologically I’m 13 or around 113,880 years old. I looked really young when we all first met. I’m also 6 foot 4.”

The last line was brimmed with pride, as if he couldn’t help but boast, yet it didn’t feel like he was sneering either. I got a tingling feeling down my back as if his presence chilled the room.

Swift rolled his eyes. “Sheesh AR. Use the door next time.”

“I was never new to use doors.”

“Don’t I remember.”

AR shrugged this remark off and looked down at me. “Okay, back to the question. I missed the last part but I might be able to connect the dots. After all, we were together almost all the time.” It was at this time I remembered I had spared Swift of my last memory. I had lied for a reason I do not know, yet I couldn’t bring myself to tell the truth. Now that Ace was here could I hide it?

“Right, um... I was running down a tunnel and I got hit in the head. When I woke up I was at the edge of some random town. A Unicorn and Pegasus found me and took me to the hospital where it said I had a concussion. They also said I was lucky to be alive and it had probably altered my memory or erased it. Then I woke up.” I tapped the glass of cider that was next to my plate nervously. I looked at Swift and he made no motion towards me and his eyes were still. That was good. I wondered how Ace was going to react.

I turned to see that he was walking towards the big door that leads to the outside. With his wing he made a motion for me to follow. Aimer looked at me. “I’ll go wake the girls up. They are probably hungry.” And with that he went up the stairs. Swift walked over and placed a saddlebag over his back.

“I need to head into town a couple miles away to get ingredients for lunch. Don’t blow the place up, okay?”

I nodded and he flew out the window. All alone I trotted out the front door and found Ace waiting for me.

“We both know that’s not what happened. And judging by your tone you had lied before. So you’re gonna tell me the real story.”