A New Start: A romance story of a human and Fleur De Lis.

This was the day, a special one in which Kyle would meet her, his other half, his heart and soul. His one true lover.

He sighed, already remembering home. His friends and his family. He wished he could have that back, but he couldn't. The pain was always there. He was just fighting it, hiding it from the others. He couldn't let anyone into his mind or life.

He decided to go for a short walk to clear his mind. Something he used to do back home.

As he walked through the little village, he noticed one of the mares that stood out to him. She had an alabaster white coat, a pale pink mane, light purple eyes and a cutie mark shaped like a triple Fleur De Lis.

They locked eyes, and neither looked away. They looked deep into each other's minds and souls, who they were, what they were, everything about each other exposed to the two. Memories, dreams and goals were shared between the two.

He saw into her mind, everything she was, and wanted to be, every memory she had was flowing through his mind like a fish in a river. In turn she could hear and see everything that he was, every memory, dream and goal were shown to her. Everything about him absorbed by her mind. She saw his most recent and painful memory, his death and revival.

Once he realized what had just happened, he felt pure, unadulterated anger flow through him. This mare had just seen into his mind, every memory, dream and goal exposed to her.

Kyle let out a growl and sharply looked away, his heart desired to feel a sense of love, and she had sparked it. He began to walk off back to his home, shocked, angered and disgusted by what he allowed to happen to him. It made him feel vulnerable and weak.

"Wait, mon amour!" Fleur cried out, calling for him to look at her, and come back to her, she felt bad for him, he had suffered so much, lost so much. He had his entire life taken away, every dream and goal he had would never get to be accomplished. Her bondmate needed her, just as much as she needed him.

Kyle stopped in his tracks, before continuing on his way. Ignoring her desperate pleas for him to return to her. He couldn't do it. The pain in his heart, mind and soul was too strong.

Fleur watched him leave as tears pooled in her eyes, before trickling down her cheek. A good friend whom she considered a brother, Fancy pants helped her home. The pain in her heart filling her.

Kyle opened the door and closed it as he entered his home. He climbed up the stairs and into his room. The cyan walls reminding him of his old room back home. He sighed and laid on the bed, remembering what had just happened to him.

A few hours had passed, and Kyle had been resting his eyes. As he woke he began to hear a soothing melody, not one, but many voices overlapping the other as it was sung. Something within him tugged at the back of his mind, telling him to follow the melody and locate where it was coming from.

He walked over to his window, where the melody was coming from. He looked down, noticing Fleur again. It was her who was singing such a sweet and harmonious tune. Her voice was soft, gentle and loving. Soothing to his ears and his mind.

She began to float up towards the window, a soft hue of pink forming around her as she slowly made her way to him. She stopped at it and laid a hoof on it, looking into his eyes and very soul.

He wanted her, no, he needed her. To feel like he was wanted, and that he mattered. Overwhelmed with emotion, he opened the window and let her gently fall on his chest.

He looked up at her, tears burning in his eyes, she laid a hood on his shoulder and gave him a sad smile.

"I feel your pain, mon amour. The pain of being alone, forced by what others have done to you. The ability to never return home. How it brings you down every day." Fleur consolingly whispered, running a hoof over his cheek.

Kyle climbed onto the bed, Fleur following. She laid her head over his chest as he held her, tears burning within them only to be blinked away as he held onto her.

"Only in your mind, hear me with my image in your mind and I will hear you." Fleur cooed softly. Her eyes half-lidded lovingly. She soothingly rubbed his cheek as she looked up to him. Her purple eyes softly gazing into his own.

Their lips connected. Only moans and groans of pleasure were heard between the two. Words were not needed nor wanted as they claimed each other forever.

The two experienced a night of pure passion and love. A soft carress, nuzzle or kiss. An affectionate word here and there to be heard.

"I love you, mon amour." Fleur whispered lovingly, her accented voice making him smile as she slowly fell asleep content in his arms. Feeling secured and safe within them.

"I love you too, Fleur. Even though I've known you for five minutes, it's like I've known you my entire life. I promise I will always protect you, no matter what." Kyle whispered softly, planting a soft kiss on her forehead as he joined her in sleep.