Author's Note

My name is Fireflower and welcome to the seventh installment of my first My Little Pony fanfic, a Mature story using canon characters as human beings: as such, I’ve decided to focus on one of the main characters alongside others as well as the foreign tongue; nevertheless, while this chapter’s tame, the overall story will deal with heavy subject matters unsuitable for certain readers so be warned.

As always, My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic, including its settings and characters belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; however, this concept of my fanfic alone belongs to me so I will say this line one time only: please do not steal this story or I will sue.

Lastly, let me also say I hope you enjoy this chapter now and stay tuned for future chapters later on: after all, you're going to be taking solace in the fact the following pattern will serve as a heads–up so to speak; besides, we've a long way to go before you can meet the rest of them.

Water

Darkness, in and of itself, was the only way in which how the small world works, let alone the real world so to speak; after all, it was the only equation thereof that was relatable, both transitively and reminiscently. The jet–black void was all that could be seen but not heard, felt, tasted, or smelt; with that said, it was also sensed the very same, devoid of even a modicum of light bearing any hue whatsoever to permeate through its entirety. For a moment, it’d seemed that all was completely lost, no semblance of direction or purpose to be made as far as fate was concerned; perhaps, one could say that it was sealed and set in stone before the beginning already.

Suddenly without warning, yet as if on cue, a small gust of air blew out from parts unknown: it was brief and wide, filled with life and liberty altogether. As the echo’s reverb quickly departed from the blackened ocean, so, too, did the uncertainty of nothingness alone; sure enough, some light had appeared. Constraints were made apparent as the flat acreage had been colored predominantly in dark green with a singular white letter squared in the middle instantly. Henceforth the illumination transitioned back into that of the void, only for an insignia to appear: a sword and spear intertwined with an arrow over shield. In a matter of seconds, the fractal tube underneath had been filled up, consumed by the darkness along with the weapons overhead so to speak of no less. Kilowatts were in use, despite the intermittent darkness since the respiration alone, especially more so when the screen was bathed in a baby blue hue. Only then a small white rectangle appeared underneath an icon of a small turtle within a rounded square, lively yet static from what could be seen as of yet.

Speaking of which, a bright face was found to be staring directly at it, haggard yet fresh with the youth living in the present already: the spikey hair was matching its wearer’s emerald orbs as they were splashed with the shimmer and shine struggling about overall; from what could be said about it, a straight visage had been plastered all over it, despite showing underlined curvatures.

Following the chime, a couple of jet–black dots appeared in a single file, filling up the constricted space instantaneously; afterwards, they’d subsided into the basic background as a swirling circle took center stage alongside a triangular polygon too: of the two objects onscreen, the latter was more than free to move around while the former was consumed by the very void. At long last, the lone observer was free to see another background appear from the darkness in its place, this time more elaborately: it was the scenery of a beachfront, a clash between sea and sky due to their moody blues with the white–hot sands as the mediator; additionally, an abundance of shells and starfish littered them both as off in the distance was a spiral lighthouse upon the cliffs. Nevertheless, clusters of smaller icons were littering the screen before its viewer, each of which varying in name and notion alone: the only commonality that had been shown in every single one was the small size due to the very organization immediately present; as with everything else, nothing else more could be said or done about their collective placement currently so to speak of.

It was at this passing moment in time in which the white pointer was trailing towards one of the objects within the tiny trajectory: at first glance, it’d looked awfully a lot like a sheet of blank paper as white as the wool of a sheep trained to make false teeth; of course, the small obsidian triangle on the upper right corner had served as a contrast to the overwhelming majority thereof.

In any case, as soon as the small polygon made its way over the icon in question, a soft click was heard, highlighting it all in blue; in a matter of seconds, the very same picture appeared onscreen, this time more large compared to what had been done recently: additionally, a big but brief line of text appear nearby it as at least half of it was colored in the same shade as its observer’s face. Overall, both eyes were treated to the sights of some similar icons here within the newfound interface presented so instantly: each of them were filled with a series of texts not too similar to the ones written down in the fleeting moments from the past; of course, they weren’t of much interest compared to what had been laying on the left side of things within eyesight nevertheless. Thereupon underneath were a small series of some similar sheets compared to what had been interacted with seconds earlier: the first was blue with a picture; the next was green with a grid; the third was orange with pointed lines; the antepenultimate was yellow with three shapes; the penultimate was monochromatic with an equation; the final was magenta with two cylinders. After the white pointer made its way over to the first option therein, a rectangular prism of broken lines appeared around it; soon enough, a primarily snow–white void popped into existence for its viewer to see clear as daybreak’s bell ringing runabout: from what could be seen, the grayish fractions held steady against the void, much of which filled with smaller icons.

“Hah, okay… okay… okay, what the joke am I doing… what the joke am I doing; why do I do this… oh, Celestia… focus Guido…” a soft voice escapes into the predominantly still darkened area, slow and steady like a turtle yet far from stoic as both eyes fluttered about for a short while no less.

It didn’t even take long for the lone speaker to find some words building up within the naked space upon screen, more corporeal by comparison:

Today’s the seventh Summer Sun Celebration since the return of Princess Luna, the sister of Princess Celestia banished to the moon for one whole millennium by the latter following the former’s transformation into Nightmare Moon. The timing in and of itself couldn’t have come in any other way whatsoever; ever since the day of her defeat at the hands of the element bearers in Equestria, our homeland had gone through many perils: infestations, pollution, and chaos paled in comparison to war. Though unheard of, it was the first time since this country had gone into fighting since its establishment: no longer for the peace and prosperity alone but for the safety of its subjects, even the other natives whom were here prior to the settlers’ arrival from the old world. These tribes, unlike the subjects of both Crown and Country, varied in demographics and environments: stampeders in Appleloosa, foresters of Thicket, and even climbers from Losadey; in spite of their differences, coexistence was certain. Tragically, it’d have seem as if we were proven wrong, not because of what they’ve done to us alone but what was done to them: rape, pillaging, and arson were the common fates shared between us and them, especially during the war itself. There, irregardless of our social alignment, many suffered either in silence or cacophony: male, female, young, old, lucid, insane, rich, poor, sick, well, native, foreign, traditional, modernist; it didn’t matter at the end of the day so to speak of. The most damning was the fact this generation of bearers had the worst of it: Rainbow raped, Pinkie pillaged, Rarity razed, Applejack assaulted, Fluttershy framed, and Twilight traumatized; the pain they’d suffered through placed all of us at risk of at least either one or more fates alone. Times ago, the idea in which something would be done to them should’ve been ineffable on their own; now it seems that even their earned status wasn’t enough to protect them from the corruptions occurring within and beyond our once happy homeland. To think we’ve been able to win this war despite the damage inflicted upon us was a blessing in and of itself; with that said, I mourn the fact such peace we’ve struggled to seize back came with a greater cost: solitude and serenity alone.

“오빠, 방에 계세요; 샌드바, 제발 나와줄래요?” another voice entered the writer’s ears, similar in which to the primordial from before; however, it was youthful and maidenly by mere comparison alone, “엄마가 만든 저녁⋯”

“Coral…?” a rapid retort railed on out of here.

It didn’t take long for the secondary speaker to talk to the titular tenant, “오후 6시, 우리는 부엌에서 당신을 기다리고 있습니다⋯ 샌드바⋯ 괜찮으세요⋯?”

“죄송합니다, 고랄, 내가 당신과 함께 할거야⋯” the primary speaker intoned at once as the bright light had shrank in so little time with but a faint thud in tow no less, “잠시만 기다려 주십시오.”

It wasn’t even long until a singular flick of a switch was heard following some small footsteps, bathing the naked space in light, instantly chasing away the darkness as it’d became identified. The ceiling alone served as the foundation of such an illumination: a spinning fan with a coiled lightbulb shined about from its glass dome mere yards away from the cluttered flooring beneath. Four partitions currently holding up the general composition were already dabbed in a salubrious coating of turquoise wallpapering studded with oceanic sapphires shimmering about so to speak. Despite the scant amounts of trash, all the planks of woods were seen to be lain out rather neatly throughout the finite dimension in spite of lacking inasmuch a coherent pattern or functionality. A pair of emerald splashed curtains was found to be covering up a lonely windowsill and the gateway to the outside world beyond the time and space, stagnantly unmoving as they’d hung on. Here remained a bed that was resting nearby its frame, all donned with a white comforter with jet–black sheets and pillowcase already slightly out of place yet otherwise so orderly either way. By their sides were a pair of tall dressers standing close by, sharing a matching taupe schematic: the one on the left had a slender lamp and clock; the opposite was bare, save for a picture frame. Standing tall and proud were two white doors firmly planted in the same direction, possessing only gilded knobs with all the snowy lacquer and textures therein from what could be see clearly.

At long last, the corporeal tenant being so peachy bleachy had both feet firmly planted onto the solid ground like all the trees deep in the forestry. The spiky hair found on their owner’s scalp had barely reached the nape as there were plenty of strands way out of place as far as anyone can see. Considering the lids were now becoming narrowed, the tenant’s pupils were dulled and listless despite being full of life and leisure so to speak. Hereon out, a face was well rounded like high decimals, finite like the curvatures beneath the small folds of skin in a darker shading near both eyes. Onto the faintly fruity integuments, a blue and white flannel shirt was buttoned down to a taupe belt holding a pair of khakis around the waistline.

Standing up straightaway, the tall tenant walked towards the nearest closed door, opening it to find Coral in the former’s pathway almost immediately. Likewise, the secondary speaker had possessed such colorful yet bright skin as well as emerald splashed eyes, two commonalities shared between them. Yet, there were so many significant differences when it’d came to Coral: halfway with her hair so peachy and attire an amethyst ensemble straight down.

“와, 오빠, 학원이 당신의 방 청소를 방해했습니까?” the shorter visitor chirped after taking a first glance at the room abaft of its tenant no less.

Looking back, the primary occupant had wasted no time replying instantaneously, “걱정 마세요, 여동생⋯ 점심 시간과 낮잠 시간이 몇 시간 전에 끝난 이후로 어쨌든 긴 오후가되었습니다. 그건 그렇고, 에미 애비는 어때내가 잠든 사이에 무슨 일이라도 있었나?”

“당신이 집에 돌아온 이후로 아닙니다, 샌드바⋯ 그들은 당신을 걱정했습니다⋯” Coral said to her lanky counterpart as the latter started to exit the room, walking past the former carefully, “학교에서 집에 돌아온 이후로 당신은 거의 한 마디도하지 않았습니다⋯ 당신을 괴롭히는 것이 있습니까⋯?”

"심각한 건 아니에요, 고랄⋯ 다음 주에 마감되는 중간고사를 위해 에세이를 작성해야 하고, 무엇에 대해 쓸지 겨우 알아내기 시작했습니다⋯" the tall tenant tensely talked as hallway grew smaller and wider with every step of the way being made with the shorter correspondent following after seconds later as the lights and sounds had grown closer gradually.

It wasn't even long until both emerald splashed orbs were facing leftward, guided by an aromatic mixture of sugar and spice emanating about. The tall tenant could see a stovetop oven resting in between a steely appliance and a ligneous countertop with cabinets adjacently beneath. Opposite of where both feet were standing was a washbasin filled with all sorts of tableware in any variation thereof saturated with bubbles. Hobbling about, both eyes also took note of the several cabinets above the ground, equal in both storage capacities and placements altogether.

All of these details still served as the background compared to the likes of whom was standing afore the tall tenant: another lanky individual with green eyes feminine as Coral but much older. Like themselves, the elder had colorful integuments except they were more reminiscent of an apple without its peel yet fresh with fluidity and texture given the brightness within her pores. Tresses of peach and raspberry made their way past the woman's neckline, rough around the edges but still luscious enough to be filled with life and liberty from what could be seen already. Over the elder's willowy body were a snow–white blouse with long sleeves dyed a deep blue and a long cerise skirt with jet–black accents at the hemming, both giving off more by comparison.

Now, it was time for the woman alone to speak to the most tallest of the twosome almost instantaneously, “샌드바, 당신이 여기 있어서 정말 기쁩니다 집에 돌아온 이후로 몹시 외로웠을 것입니다⋯"

"안녕, 엄마, 어쨌든 더 일찍 일어난 일에 대해 유감스럽게 생각합니다; 나는 그들이 최근에 우리에게 가르친 것에 정말 지쳤을 것입니다⋯" the emerald splashed tenant sighed before hugging her immediately, a simple gesture repaid in kind without any hesitation whatsoever so to speak of, “생각해봐, 우리 저녁 뭐 먹을까⋯?”

“아욱토장국, 물냉면, 와송이볶음⋯ 우리 아이들이 크고 강해지기 위한 모든 것.” the elder laughed as her body became free again like before.

It didn’t take much for the tall youth to cerebrate about, “noodles, I don’t even know what to make of it: I haven’t been able to eat as much as I did back when I was younger, let alone in Equestria; even now, I’ve been cramming down bottles of tea and cocoa when they haven’t been looking…”

“In other news, law enforcement has confirmed the existence of a drug lab found in a farm on the outskirts of Rosemound itself…” another voice made its way throughout their ears, belonging to none of the individuals present and accounted for all the same, “this comes after an explosion that took place in the late hours before morning; thankfully, no one was hurt in any way at all…”

“고랄, 여보, 라디오 좀 꺼주시겠어요⋯?” the woman asked the aforementioned girl almost immediately so to speak of.

It didn’t take much for the pint–sized youngling to follow the source of the voice in question as it was muffed but coherent so to speak of as far as anyone else was concerned.

Either way, the emerald splashed tenant found both feet walking back out of the room they were still in, facing the very same hallway from before. Of course, rather than returning straight to the bedroom in question that was still alight, both eyes were still seeing darkness all throughout no less. Soon enough, it was clear in the tall tenant’s mind that a new path had to be taken up instead, a midpoint going in between the two rooms thereof.

Despite the jet–black void clear in view, there were no signs of perturbation whatsoever as it’d lost its territory to the same properties of light as observed in one room and the other altogether. To contrast against the cold color schemes from before, the four walls around its new observer were adorned with a red hot chili pepper, spicy to look at but otherwise harmless nevertheless. Looking aside, its accommodations thereof were already firmly gathered within line of eyesight: a toilet, sink, mirror, cabinet, hamper, and bathtub shown nothing but utter relief instantaneously.

Realizing that solitude and loneliness were at opposite ends of each other, a sigh of relief was well within departure so to speak, even with the knowledge of facing the others again imminent.

It didn’t take much for the emerald splashed tenant to rest a hand onto one of the knobs within the sink; within seconds, a stream of water whistled its way down into the drain in so little time. Almost immediately, both of them found their way underneath the running faucet, catching what little of the compound into their owner’s grasp as a small yet shrinking puddle was being formed. Not a second to spare, the emerald splashed tenant’s face became moistened with the achromatic liquid in question, no doubt the work of the very same hands alone since they were still attached.

At long last, the open grasp served as a cup for both lips to edge forward and take in the contents of the sink itself, slurping up the water instantaneously. Despite the lack of a stable foundation sealing all ten fingers, the tenant was still at ease thanks to the cooler temperatures within the compound alone. As far as anyone was concerned, both eyes were shut since their owner felt no need whatsoever in looking at what was being done already so to speak.

Nonetheless, the little fluids which had replenished the emerald splashed tenant were far too much to take in as well as too little to satiate the dinner table waiting in the other room they were in earlier. Needless to say, it was time to turn off the faucet and leave while time was of the essence: no use in keeping the others waiting for the likes of one consumer so such petty thirst were be quenched presently. Now, it’d seem that the emerald splashed tenant was ready to face both Coral and their mother in the very same area from not long ago; after all, the scent that was picked up served as proof of it all like so.

As soon as both eyes were facing the doorway from before, it was now the consumer’s turn to take in a breath of fresh air instantaneously, “okay, Sandbar, just have some dinner at the table with the family: you’d done this routine so many times, you already know what’s going to be done; besides, that drug lab at Rosemound was nothing new or special to worry about…”

Thankfully, no one else was here within range of the eponymous speaker to pick up on that yet the straightlaced face alone betrayed such notions all the very same; with that said, the light abaft was then overwhelmed by darkness again, leaving its visitor behind as footsteps were now making their way back to whence they’d came.