The Victorian way of life

Twilight ran with her son into the bushes on the side of the path they were on.

By now Noah was crying.

“Please, calm down,” Twilight hissed.

“Noah is scared,” Twilight’s son whispered.

“I know, I know, let’s go to the local healer.

She doesn’t live far from here,” Twilight whispered as she and her son made their way out of the bushes.

As Twilight and Noah walked along the path leading to the healer’s home, Noah could smell a beautiful scent coming from within the woods.

He pointed to the end of the path into the eternal darkness that was the woods.

“Noah, use your words,” Twilight reminded him.

“Can smell something,” Noah finally said after a couple of minutes of fussing.

“What can you smell?” Twilight asked.

“Smell like lavender,” Noah answered, not making eye contact with his mother.

“Then we must be close to the healer’s home,” Twilight surmise breaking into a gallop. Noah held on for dear life as his mother galloped through the trees all the way to the healer’s house.

After a couple of minutes of walking down the path, Twilight and her son got to a brightly decorated home. From the outside it looked like it was built in the 1300s. The walls of the house were made of brick, and the roof was made of a darker shade of wool which was typically used in houses that were built in the 1300s or middle ages.

Twilight knocked on the door of the home, an elderly pony who looked to be about in her 80s opened the door, the pony had a robe on, and a beautiful amethyst stone was hanging around her neck, the pony’s mane was damp and matted.

“Wot brings yer ter my humble abode?” The elderly pony asked in what Twilight could only assume was a variant of the accent that the lower classes spoke.

“We seek the knowledge of the wise mare who lives deep in the forest,” Twilight spoke.

“Well that’s me. Come in if yer will and brin' the wee boy with yer,” the elderly pony beckoned them inside of the house.

Twilight obliged because she knew that it did not do good to get on a wise mare’s bad side.

“Now wot brings yer 'round 'ere wee one?” The wise mare asked as she sat down, all the while looking at Noah who was playing with a train that Twilight had brought from the house.

Noticing that the wise mare was addressing Noah, Twilight leaned down to her son who was on the floor.

“Sweetie, this nice old mare wants to talk to you,” Twilight said.

Noah didn’t make eye contact, He only looked at his toy train.

“Maybe I can help. I don't know a bit about ponies 'oo don’t make eye contact, but I sure know 'how to play with em,” The old pony announced.

“That would be much-appreciated ma’am,” Twilight said. She got up and moved to the far side of the room.

The old pony got down to Noah’s level and started blowing raspberries.

“Wassat you've got? Now we used to have a toy train when I were your age,” The old pony said looking at Noah who was playing with his train.

“Is amethyst crystal?” Noah asked, staring at the amethyst necklace.

“Aye lad,” The old pony said.

“Noah likes it,” the colt said as he stared intensely at it.

Then came a loud booming knock on the door. Twilight froze and pulled Noah close.

Night Light had knocked on the door. Behind him, two glowing red eyes peered out from the forest. As soon as they had appeared, they were gone.

Night Light’s eyes flashed green as he went back into the forest and back to the cave from where he came.

“Whoever you are, go back where you came from and do not return!” The healer shouted. As she said that the growling from outside subsided.

“Now, let’s see, Miss Sparkle. Your son will grow up and go into service because there is no other work for him except to go to the workhouse, but I see that you do not want to put him into the workhouse,” the old mare said as she looked at Twilight’s hoof.

“But ma’am, Noah doesn’t understand everything that goes on around him,” Twilight whispered.

Meanwhile, in a darker part of the forest, there stood a cave. In that cave a large dragon with three heads which is perched atop a mountain of gold. The best was purple with speckles of green in its scales. Noah's grandfather, Night Light, who had just come back from the healer’s house, walked into the cave, and bowed before the beast.

“Did you get me the boy's mother?” The beast of nightmares asked in a loud growl.

“No master, I did not.” Night Light answered.

The beast rose up and stared at Night Light.

“You have been living at the Sparkle's house for too long. You didn’t come back with any Intel. I should’ve known that you were worthless!” The dragon growled.

“Master, please do not exile me. I will do better next time,” Night Light pleaded as he changed from a pony into a bug-like creature with holes in its body. The creature that now stood before the dragon coward in fear.

“Be gone! I do not want to see you around here. You are of no use to me anymore, bug!” The beast growled so loud that it shook the cave walls.

The bug-like creature fled out of the cave and into the woods.

“That wretched child has foiled my plans!” The changeling growled as he went deeper into the woods.

As he arrived at the healer home he knocked on the door and quickly changed to in Nightlight again.

“Come in.” The healer said as she opened the door to Nightlight in.

As Noah started to cry when he saw Nightlight.

“Hi, Twilight, I am for Noah,” Nightlight said calmly.

“No, you will never hurt,” Twilight said her horn lit up as she stood protectively in front of Noah who was still crying,