The Revolutionary Six

Silverstream thrashed about in a childish manner. Gallus watched her with great disappointment as he looked down on one her.
“Silverstream,” he pleaded. The hippogriff in question happened to be clad in armor from head to claw— or, hoof.

“B-But Gallus! I d-don’t want it!” The two were currently causing a scene in the library, yet the ponies who were present payed no mind. “This— this thing keeps coming back to me!” She whined.

A distant cry could be heard, followed by a loud thump into one of the bookshelves. Ponies ran away in panic from a large hammer that began to emit a blue glow. Silverstream grimaced. “Look, Silverstream—“

“Gallus!” she exclaimed, grabbing the grumpy griffin and shaking him frantically. “This is a big deal! Why do I look like someone’s knight and shining armor?! If anything, you should be mine!” She continued. Gallus blushed at this.

“I—“ Silverstream continued to shake him rigorously.

“I mean, how am I supposed to explain this to the—“

“SILVERSTREAM!!” Gallus shouted. Silverstream quieted down and plopped her rump down on the floor. ”Relax. We can talk about this. It’s fine.” He hovered in front of her, putting a claw on his beak. “Now, summarize what happened in a calm, organized matter.”

“Okay, So...”

Storytime!

Silverstream pranced into the library with Gallus following grumpily behind her. The two were only there for the moment; seeing as they had to quickly grab a book for that evening’s studies.

“So, we were walking into the library and split up to look for a book.” She explained. She paused to slowly ponder everything she’d say next.

Silverstream scanned the shelves in search of the book they were searching so long for. She prodded her claws on each book and read each of their names to herself. The book, after she read the title, stuck out like a sore thumb.

“I found the book eventually, and I went to find you as soon as I did. Couldn’t figure out where you were, though.” Gallus nodded intently as Silverstream continued on with her story. He pulled a chair out from under a table and invited Silverstream to sit. She happily obliged. Gallus sat in the chair next to her with his head resting in his claw. “Gallus, are you paying attention?”

“Of course. Go on.” Silverstream looked at him in a puzzled manner.

“You sure? You seemed kind of lost right there. Anything on your mind before I continue?”

“Um...” Gallus thought for a second as a deep shade of red showed up on his face. He tapped a claw on his cheek and felt the growing warmth. Even as griffins weren’t big fans about showing feelings, Gallus thought he at least shared a somewhat mutual bond with Silverstream.

In other words, he did have feelings for the hippogriff sitting in front of him. Even as she was the one clad in armor, he wished he could be her knight in shining armor. For her. From the laughter she shared to her never ending optimism, he had it bad for her. Really bad.

Even so, maybe the bond they already shared was enough. Maybe he could evolve it into something more without saying anything. In the end, it all depended on how Silverstream felt about him. He continued to ponder, still tapping a claw on his cheek.

“Great! Let’s continue,” She, quite literally, chirped.

Silverstream flew around the library in search for her griffin friend, book in claw. She circled around shelves, and gandered around bookcases, but no luck finding Gallus. It was only when she decided to finally take a seat at one of the nearby tables that she felt a heavy weight on her back.

“Then, I had this heavy weight on my back. It was weird. Kind of like a bunch of metal just piled on top of me. Which it did!!!!!” She shouted in Gallus’ face in reference to her massive, heavy iron plated armor.

“Okay, okay, I get it. Move on.”

“So, Yeah.”

Silverstream squawked in discomfort as she toppled over. The chair fell, and so did she. She rolled around on the ground a few times over before sitting up slowly. Groaning, she sat up and tried her best to clear her head and make sense of what was going on. Before she could regain her composure, however, she saw a heavy object flying toward her.

In an instant, she launched herself into the air with her wings and catapulted near the ceiling. The heavy object seemed to follow her, but she thought quickly. She dove from the ceiling and into a nearby bookshelf. The object followed, but she was still thinking ahead.

When her claws touched the mahogany wood of the shelf, she thrusted herself backward and into a backflip. The heavy object crashed into the bookcase where she once was. Ripped pages and chips of wood from the shelf floated daintily in the air after the impact.

“So, the stupid hammer thingy crashed into the bookshelf.”

“Alright. Go on.” Despite how far stretched the whole thing was, Gallus wanted to help his crush through this. Even if it took him until the end of time, he was going to help her figure this out. When she didn’t continue, he had to make it explicit that he wanted her to finish her story. After all, this was his chance to reveal his true feelings. “The... The hammer thingy...?” He waved his claw.

“Oh! Right! Okay, so the hammer was this really big hunk of metal, and...”

Silverstream started to inspect the object following her. It appeared to be a very solid metal hammer, except it was... oddly different. It had an unfamiliar pattern on it, and it emitted a blue hue from the patterns engraved. Gripping toughly on the handle, Silverstream attempted to yank it from the shelf. She positioned her hooves on the shelf where she stood at an angle and would use her hooves to force the hammer from it’s book-y prison.

With a grunt, she tugged on the handle as hard as she could. Her hooves pressed on the shelf and gave her just enough force to make the hammer budge just a little. When it made a large noise, she let go of it and pushed herself from the bookshelf and onto the floor at a distance. She was about three feet from the hammer when it glowed.

Before she could inspect it any further, the thing launched toward her in a menacing fashion. With quick action, she launched herself back into the air.

“...And then it started to follow me again.” She sighed. “Now, I...” She stopped. Silverstream outstretched her arm to catch the flying hammer by the handle, which would’ve been extremely heavy for anyone who wasn’t... her. Gallus’ jaw dropped. Either Silverstream was really strong, or the hammer just... chose her. “Now I have to deal with this thing.”

Gallus wondered for a second. Why did this mysterious object that came out of the blue just up and follow Silverstream everywhere? Surely, there had to be some kind of explanation. Perhaps it was an artifact? After all, the artifacts in Equestria all happened to glow... at... some point. “Hold on. Lemme see it real quick.”

“Oh. Okay, I guess. Be careful. That thing is way too clingy.” Silverstream tried to hand Gallus the hammer as he reached across to grab it. He was unprepared, however, for the hammer to weigh him down almost as soon as he lay his claws on it.

“Woah- woah-oah!!!” He exclaimed. The hammer crashed in through the table and instantly snapped it in half. Gallus crashed through the wood along with it, and Silverstream burst into flight.

“Gallus!” She exclaimed. “Are you okay?!” She hovered down to him slowly.

“Wish I was.” He deadpanned. “This motherfucker weighs a ton! Try... lifting it up.” Silverstream nodded, picking up the hammer with ease.

“I don’t see the problem,” She smiled, looking at Gallus. He blanched.

“B-But how— I don’t under— what?!!?”

Great. He thought. My crush is even stronger than me. I probably can’t confess either. One wrong word and she might suplex me.

Silverstream giggled pretentiously. “What’s wrong, Gally?” Gallus tensed up at the sound of his name. His face turned completely red as he turned away from her.

“N-Nothing! I just think... i-it’s kind of... weird, y’know?”

“Don’t worry!” She squealed, scooping up Gallus and embracing him in a bone crushing, lung collapsing hug. “You and me, Gally! I’ll protect you!” Silverstream continued her gallant remarks, ignoring the constant wheezing and constant pleas for release.

She paused for a second, then let him go and disregarded the fact that she was currently hovering, and so he fell. “So what am I supposed to do with all this armor?” Gallus was unresponsive, yet she didn’t question it. “Good idea, Gallus! I should wear it around the school and go test this hammer out!”

Gallus couldn’t protest. He had the wind knocked out of him, and so he couldn’t speak at the time.
“Great! Let’s see how this goes!”