Chapter 10: NonCannon(?)
“No! Stop! Get back here!” Fur shouted to no avail, running around the room after his Uncle.

“Sorry, Fuzzy, but I made a promise that I would tell the story to your future family, so I gotta keep my end of the bargain!”

Fur stops on the opposite side of the couch from Chip, the two staring each other down.

“Oh yeah? Bargain THIS!” Fur shouts before lunging over the couch and missing his uncle as he sidesteps nimbly around the grab attack.

Cadance and Twilight sat on the other side of the room watching in amusement as the two messed around as if nobody was watching.

“I thought you promised me that you’d never tell that story though! What happened to that!” Fur yelled out at Uncle Chip as he jumped around the room.

“Don’t worry kid, none of this is cannon, well, except for this!” He pulls out a cannon and loads Fur into the barrel. Twilight, Cadance, and Fur’s Uncle all stand side by side in salute before Fur is launched into the horizon, crashing straight into several ships that all start sinking- too many to count here, but lets just say they won’t be canon now, or ever in this story's world.

With Fur out of the picture (and somewhere over the South Luna Sea by now), Uncle Chip sits back down with the princesses and begins his story.

“A long time ago, there was an ancient artefact of immense and immeasurable power called the Pyhrran Flute. The Flute was said to be capable of calming even the most ferocious of beasts and strongest of storms. But the Flute had a dark secret, one that caused it to be shattered into pieces and scattered across the lands- hidden in the shadowy depths of the deepest darkest dungeons and caves so that no one could ever find it. And that’s why Fur Umbra is called Fur Umbra!”

At that moment, Fur lands back onto the couch beside Uncle Chip. “If you’re gonna tell ‘em the story, tell ‘em the whole thing and just get it over with.”

“Good point.”

. . .

Fur Umbra, or “thief of the shadows” was a name derived from both Fur’s mother’s archaeological research into the dark magics of the Pyhrran Flute, and the love she felt for Fur's father. As sappy as it sounds, from the moment she first laid eyes on Fur himself, his mother claimed that her heart had been stolen by the precious child- he was the thief of her dark heart. He was Fur Umbra- thief of the shadows.

But where is the fair maiden herself? Where is the lady of Fur’s household?

Deep in the jungles south of even the most expansive maps, far below the ground in a pit too deep to reach lies the shattered pieces of the Pyhrran Flute and the bones of the one they lulled into eternal slumber; their fleeting lies having claimed more than her obsessive mind, but also her life. And there she will lay until the end of time with the accursed artefact that drove her to this madness.

. . .

“Uncle Chip, you know that’s not true.”

“Aw c’mon. Where’s your sense of drama? ‘Slipped and fell while climbing down a well’ doesn’t exactly sound as cool as ‘laying beside an ancient, cursed relic from a time long before’, now does it?”

“No, but at least its the truth.”

* * *

Meanwhile, deep in the jungle, far beyond the reach of any map, a lone explorer wanders the harsh terrain, a machete in one hand, and a tan-colored wooden stick in the other. She slashes at the undergrowth with abandon, pushing herself so that one day she may find her way home again. So that one day she may hold her son, her little thief of shadows, once more.

Author's Note

Shorter chapter than normal, but some of this lore stuff would have just seemed forced if I tried any other way that I could think of at the time.

Though, don’t expect the story of Fur’s mother to go anywhere, at least not yet. It’s just a little something that suited me so I decided to add it in.

Sorry if the whole chapter seems a bit out of place. I just felt like pulling a Steven Universe.