Tales of Equestria: Griffon Wingsby NoratcatChaptersPrologueChapter 1Chapter 3Chapter 2PrologueIt was never easy to make a decision, especially big a one; the kind that was life-changing. Rainbow Dash never anticipated these sorts of situations. She was the kind of pony who lived in the moment. Sure, she had goals, such as her desire to be part of the Wonderbolts. She had worked towards that, and now she stood proudly among them. But for anything else, she didn’t plan ahead, being a sort of “go with the flow” kind of mare. It was due to that she didn’t expect a particular knock at the door, and to be greeted with a familiar face to boot. Gilda. The story of how she met Gilda was a simple tale. Both of them had been attendees of the Junior Speedster’s Flight Camp. Rainbow Dash had been the first to notice her, a shy and timid little griffon who stuttered as she said her own name. However, they quickly became friends. In fact, she dare say that Gilda was her first best friend. She had known Fluttershy, but the pair of them hadn’t been as close, at least not as they were now. But she and Gilda certainly were close. Admittedly, Rainbow Dash knew very little of griffons back then. As an impulsive and rambunctious child, Rainbow Dash displayed her “living in the moment” attitude even back then. Frankly, Rainbow Dash never took the time to ask. She did note one thing, even if she didn’t delve into it: Gilda certainly had a sweet tooth. She recalled one day her mother had sent her a care package. Most of it consisted of various cookies and candies, everything a little kid would like. As she eyed the treats, she noticed a glint in Gilda’s eyes as she gazed upon those treats. Not without consideration, Rainbow Dash had asked the young Gilda if she wanted some. Though reluctant at first, Gilda was given a free pass upon Rainbow Dash’s insistence. That proved a mistake, for the minute the opening was clear, Gilda tore into the basket, gobbling down whatever she could, at least, until Rainbow Dash took the basket away. All Gilda could do was burp and sheepishly apologize. Rainbow Dash laughed it off and remarked how her mother would find it a compliment someone enjoyed her baking so much. It would only be now that Gilda’s gluttonous display was due to the poor condition Griffonstone was in. Rainbow Dash recalled how she and Pinkie Pie had gone there on a friendship mission. The dilapidated state of the buildings, along with the seedy underbelly image the populace presented. It alone made her think of what would happen if Equestria’s own monarchy fell. Granted, princesses were chosen, not born, (Twilight’s niece Flurry Heart being an exception), but the loss of their last king had devastated the country to the point it fell into ruins. At least in terms of Griffonstone’s standing. There were other griffon settlements, and she and Pinkie had only seen the (former) capital. The trip alone hadn’t just offered insight into the average life of a Griffonstone citizen, but it had brought along a reunion with one she had thought she would never see again. Once more, Gilda. Their last meeting had been a disaster, to say the least. What had started out as a friendly get-together between old friends, had turned into a revelation of her “friend’s” true nature. While Gilda may have seemed like a cool and laid-back creature, she hid a very rude and aggressive side; a downright bully. A series of well-intentioned pranks had brought it out and it ended with Gilda and Rainbow Dash breaking off their friendship. It was only their reunion in Griffonstone that led to them mending their broken relationship. They had parted on good terms, with Gilda vowing to spread friendship to all of Griffonstone. The story would have ended on a high note, if not for that knock at the door, and it would have not led to Rainbow Dash opening it and being greeted by her friend. For a third time, Gilda. A conversation followed. It wasn’t a simple act of catching up, Gilda had a request, and it was a request that made Rainbow Dash pause. She stood within the confines of her kitchen, the cloud architecture fitting for a pegasus, but the bright décor clashed with the dreary cloud that hung over the sky-house itself. “G, what you’re asking me to do…” Rainbow Dash trailed off as she spoke, still trying to take in what she had been asked. Gilda held her head downcast, her eyes refusing to address Rainbow Dash, “I know how you must feel Dash, but I didn’t have anyone else to go to.” “What about Grifonstone? You have friends right?” Rainbow Dash asked incredulously. “I know far-off news doesn’t reach Equestria, but Griffonstone isn’t exactly the most stable of places right now,” Gilda stated. “But, we got griffon students in Twilight’s school? Heck, you said you’d help spread friendship there!” Rainbow Dash paused as she heard a small whimper. “Ever since our last king died, the military’s been in charge, but a lot of griffons want to reestablish the monarchy, but there are some who think the military should still be in charge,” Gilda’s voice remained firm. Rainbow Dash noticed it, her eyes full of concern, “Is it that bad?” “I know you’ve seen me at my worst Dash, just picture a whole bunch of griffons at their worst, so yeah, it’s that bad,” Gilda replied with a grim tone to her voice. She had certainly seen Gilda at her worst, and the initial impression of Griffonstone didn’t paint a pretty image of Griffons as a whole. Multiplying that by who knows how much, then it certainly didn’t imply a sense of stability. But most of all her thoughts centered on the bundle Gilda had brought, a wrapped-up blanket containing a baby griffon, one that was the spitting image of Gilda herself. It didn’t take an egghead to figure out the child’s parentage. “So is that why you’re here?” Rainbow Dash asked. Gilda looked towards her sleeping son, “Partly, I can’t raise a child while my country is about to blow up into a civil war.” Raising a child during wartime, Twilight had once told her of the time Starlight Glimmer had attempted to change the past, warping reality in a number of ways. One such timeline cast Equestria in a war with King Sombra. Even if Rainbow Dash hadn’t been there, she could easily imagine it. “And what’s the other part?” Gilda reached out and placed a comforting claw upon her sleeping son, “I want to make my home a better place, and that means fighting to make it better, I’m trying to help reinstate the monarchy, and put a new king or queen on the throne.” “Can you even do that?” “I’m not going to lie. It’s not going to be easy, but it’s something I want to do.” Gilda’s words were serious in their delivery, and the stony expression told Rainbow Dash enough that she was serious. “Still...G,” Rainbow Dash was all the more hesitant, even if her friend’s determination was to better her race. “Look Rainbow, you don’t owe me a thing, but you were the only person I can think of,” Gilda tried desperately to hide the pleading in her voice. “But why did you pick me?” Rainbow Dash insisted on knowing. Rainbow Dash knew Gilda wasn’t trying to guilt her. Any pleading Gilda was making was clearly an act of desperation, but listening close, Rainbow Dash could sense something else. “Because I know you’ll give him all the love and care I can’t,” And there it was, the second part, “Dash, you’re the only other creature I would trust my son with.” Yet even as Gilda made her case, Rainbow Dash still couldn’t decide. This was something finale, something she knew she would never be able to walk back from. “What’s his name?” Rainbow Dash asked as she gazed upon the slumbering child. Gilda matched Rainbow Dash’s gaze and in the corner of it, something shimmered, “Gale. His name is Gale.” It started with the letter G. Rainbow Dash wasn’t surprised, though she had later learned not every griffon’s name began with that letter, it was just a very popular naming theme. On each corner of Rainbow Dash’s muzzle, a smile began to form. The child slept away, unaware of anything that was transpiring. Seeing the boy finalized the smile. “Gale huh?” And so, Rainbow Dash made her decision. “Okay G, for you.” Chapter 1Ponyville had seen much during the years since Twilight Sparkle came to live there. It seemed the village had become a hub of sorts for anything Equestria related. Before it had been just a little out of the way hamlet, now it held its own school of Friendship. The school itself was still ongoing. Its headmare Starlight Glimmer ran it with care and the utmost responsibility. After it had been bequeathed to her by her teacher, Twilight Sparkle, she would most certainly operate it the very same as Equestria’s new ruler had done. That was another thing Ponyville was known for: the rise of their latest princess. Twilight had started out as a simple visitor, rose to the title of princess, and now was in charge of all of Equestria. Every day was a new experience for the town, and it seemed it would only get better. There wasn’t a single unhappy pony or creature in town. Well, save for one. Within Ponyville there was a pond. It wasn’t too expansive, but it was large enough that different animals could propagate. Ducks seemed to love the pond, taking their ducklings to the water. Every creature had its first steps. For birds, it was the gift of flight. Anything with wings would take to the air just like a duck to water. The pond itself remained still, but within moments, the surface was disrupted as a series of ripples passed through, just as the stone danced upon it. It was a tiny pebble, but with enough force, it could command the water to move. It skipped along before falling into the depths. A second one was almost thrown until a family of ducks swam their way through the water. The mother duck led her ducklings along. Though the only pony who could get into the mind of an animal was Fluttershy, the presence of the waterfowls prevented another stone from being skipped. It was picked up for sure, but it was dropped just the same, yet it wasn’t a hoof that held it. Lacking the proper digits, Earth Ponies nor Pegasi could really pick up a stone, at least not without some difficulty, and Unicorns could simply levitate it with their magic. But for the solitary figure by the pond, it was easy for him because he had the digits. Instead of a hoof, a yellow claw let the stone fall, watching as it landed lifelessly on the ground. Attached to the claw was a young avian creature. Its head resembled that of an eagle with white feathers, a particular fringe of them hanging off of his head akin to a hairstyle. A pair of tiny wings lay upon his back, but the body itself was that of a lion, complete with a feline tail. This was a griffon, a griffon of about eight years of age. With his features described, there was one detail left unspoken: the rainbow colors of his fringe. It was dyed long ago by his choice. It was all to honor someone he held in high regard. The griffon’s name was Gale Force Wind. From the sound of his name, it would probably best befit a pony, but to one raised by ponies, it worked. Young Gale watched as the mother duck led her ducklings along, quacking while the little ones chattered and followed dutifully. Gale would have smiled at the sight, but he couldn’t muster one. He could tell the mother was loving and would protect her children. After all, she laid their eggs and hatched them, like any good mother would. Sighing, Gale briskly rose and walked off, kicking the stone off into some nearby bushes. As he walked, he held his head down but made certain to keep his line of sight open so he wouldn’t bump into anypony. A collage of colored legs dotted the streets of Ponyville, but Gale was careful. He didn’t need to see that much, for he had lived here his entire life and knew the way like the back of his claw. His line of sight drifted upward as he reached a door, pushing it open and causing the bell to ring. “Well if it isn’t Gale,” A voice greeted. Gale gazed up and forced a grin upon his feathered face, “Hey Mr. Cake.” “The usual?” The pony baker asked. Scanning the various treats behind the glass barrier, Gale’s claw pointed towards a particular treat. It looked like a rectangular piece of chocolate, but on each in, right in the middle was a tiny dot of white gooey goodness. “One Chocolate Marshmallow Delight, coming right up!” Mr. Cake went to work, picking out the best for one of his best customers, and packaging it for the utmost enjoyment. Gale fished out the correct change and deposited it on the counter. His eyes poured into the bag containing his snack. A soft trickle of drool dribbled down his beak, prompting him to wipe it. “I swear, you’re my best customer when it comes to these. If it weren’t for you, I’d take it off the menu,” Mr. Cake jokingly laughed. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I love these,” Gale said as he licked his beak. “Thank goodness for you and your sweet tooth, must get it from your mother,” Mr. Cake added. Gale’s grin faded, but he made certain not to show it, “Yeah...my mom.” Swiftly taking his leave, Gale hurried to the nearest bench and sat himself down. In a flash, he opened up the bag and took the Delight in his claw. Without so much as a grace, Gale tore into it, the chocolate and marshmallow staining his beak and coating his claws. Mr. Cake was right, he did have a sweet tooth, probably the biggest in Ponyville; though Pinkie Pie would be a major contender. Whichever the case, Gale loved his sweets, and Chocolate Marshmallow Delights were his favorites. He remembered the first time he tried one. He had been really little, about four years old. He saw it in the window and begged his ‘mother’ to buy him one. She did so and the minute he took his first bite, he had fallen in love. In no time at all, he finished his dessert and licked his claws until not a trace remained upon them on his beak. A swift burp exited him and he balled up the bag and tossed it into the trashcan like a basketball. “Still got it,” Gale cockily remarked with pride. Athleticism was something Gale prided himself on. There was no one better in the air or at sports than him. At least among his peers. Though he was taught not to be too prideful, he couldn’t help but show off sometimes. The cheers from the crowds, he couldn’t help it. Whenever he heard them, he felt his heart soar high. He had felt that sensation as he soared above the clouds. It was intoxicating. Memories of his first flight played before him. The struggle with each failure, the encouragement that kept him going, and the unbridled joy as he managed to breach the cloud line and perform all of the tricks he could only dream of. Now the dreams were a reality. “Mommy, this way!” Gale’s attention turned to his left. Trotting along the road was a mother pony and her child. The young foal laughed playfully as his mother went after him. “Come back here you!” his mother’s words were cheerful and light, which was only answered by her son’s delight. Thinking back, Gale saw himself in that child’s hooves, just for a brief moment. He ran about, young and carefree, all the while one ran behind him, hoping to catch him, one with a rainbow mane. Once more a frown crossed Gale’s face, and he got up from the bench in a huff. With each step he took, Gale furiously swung his tail. Inside a feeling burned. It was a feeling he had felt on occasion in his life, and that feeling was anger. Yet, as he stomped, he found his anger slowly going out, and all that was left was a frown. *** A dark cloud floated along the path leading to Sweet Apple Acres. This was a metaphor. In reality, the dark cloud was a rainbow-maned pegasus. Everyone in Ponyville, in all of Equestria, knew her name. That name, was Rainbow Dash, the holder of the Element of Loyalty, a member of the illustrious Wonderbolts, and a close personal friend of Princess Twilight Sparkle. With that going for her, Rainbow Dash should have considered herself one of the coolest ponies in Equestria. Not to say she didn’t already think that, but those titles and ranks alone simply told her she was awesome. But, she didn’t feel that way at the present. In fact, she felt downright miserable. If she wasn’t too reluctant to get wet, she would have brought a storm cloud from above to literally rain on her parade. It would at least accompany the foul mood that filled her very being. So much was she filled with pain, that she ignored her surroundings. She had been down the path to Sweet Apple Acres so many times she memorized it by heart. Usually, she would fly down there, but she lacked the energy or the drive to do so; that’s how downtrodden she was. She didn’t even look up as she knocked on the door. Hoofsteps sounded out as whoever was on the other side was about to answer the door. Opening with a creak, Rainbow Dash noticed that the hoofsteps sounded tiny. “Ms. Rainbow Dash?” a young voice spoke. Raising her head, Rainbow Dash noticed a young filly, one with a scarlet coat and a blue mane. Imprinted upon her flank was a thistle. “Oh...hey Thistle Weed, is...Applejack home?” Rainbow Dash hesitantly asked. “I do apologize Ms. Rainbow Dash, but Ms. Applejack is currently taking a nap, and is in no condition to answer visitors,” Thistle Weed answered, “If you want, I can leave a message for you and she can get back to you later.” Rainbow Dash just blinked at the professional attitude the young filly was presenting. Even after accepting Thistle Weed as a new addition to the Apple family, she still wasn’t used to how the filly carried herself. “Rainbow Dash! Now what a fancy surprise!” Applejack’s boisterous voice called through towards the front door. The orange-coated mare entered the room, still wearing her trademark hat, but around her neck, she wore Granny Smith’s shawl. Granny Smith had passed away not too long ago, so Applejack wore it to remember her grandmother. But that wasn’t the only new addition to the country mare, for it was the size of her belly that drew ponies in. “Ms. Applejack! You shouldn’t be up and about in your condition!”Thistle Weed declared. “Now, now, Thistle, Ah may have a bun in the oven, but Ah ain't bedridden,” Applejack lightly chastised. Thistle composed herself and straightened her mane, “Very well, I understand, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay sugar cube,” Applejack chuckled, “now why don’t you go get your pa?” “As you wish,” Thistle trotted neatly out the door and into the apple fields. “That stepdaughter of mine, she’s quite a girl,” Applejack laughed. Rainbow Dash never thought she would hear the words ‘stepdaughter’ and ‘mine’ coming from Applejack’s mouth, in the same sentence no less, but stepdaughter was accurate. Sometime after Big Macintosh and Sugarbelle’s wedding, the pair had set off to start their own orchard. Applejack and Apple Bloom had given their eldest sibling their blessing, but that left a void in the labor done on their farm. So, being in charge, Applejack put out an ad and it was answered by a rather stocky-looking stallion by the name of Burly Hill. Burly fit his name, but his attitude was something to be desired. He wasn’t a bad pony, but he had certain...addictions and habits that kept him from being the worker Applejack needed. It wasn’t without sympathy, however. Burly had lost his wife some years ago and left him with a daughter to raise. The loss of his beloved had taken its toll on him, and his daughter Thistle Weed had taken up the role of adult in their household. His accepting a job at Sweet Apple Acres was an act of desperation, one that Applejack grew to regret, as his addictions kept him from being a reliable worker. Yet, Applejack wasn’t one to just simply abandon someone in need. Granted, she wasn’t the element of loyalty, but she knew the concept of friendship and understanding, and could see that Burly was a soul in pain. That, and his daughter couldn’t think entirely ill of her father. The story of Applejack and Burly was a tale for another time, but the short version: Applejack helped Burly get over the pain of losing his wife, got him off his addictions, and eventually they fell in love and married. Within short order, Applejack had gained a husband and a stepdaughter, and not only that but now Applejack and Burly were being blessed with a foal of their own. “Oh!” Applejack let out a grunt of pain, wincing as he put a hoof on her belly. “You alright?” Rainbow Dash asked with concern. As her face relaxed, Applejack chuckled and patted her belly, “Don’t worry about me, the young un is right on cue.” Applejack grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit on the table and quickly scarfed it down, “Mmmmm, wasn’t that good?” Applejack said as she continued to pat her belly, “Ah swear, this young un has the appetite of a whole herd of stallions!” Rainbow Dash grinned, for she could tell motherhood would suit Applejack. Her friend always seemed to have a maternal air about her, and now she was soon to experience it firsthand. “So what brings ya’ll around here?” Applejack asked. Once she was asked this, Rainbow Dash’s frown returned to her face, “I just...needed to talk.” Applejack’s smile faded as she sensed the listlessness within her friend’s voice, “Sure, sugar cube.” The pregnant mare seated herself while Rainbow Dash did the same. Rainbow Dash sat there for a few moments before letting out a breath. “I...told Gale...the truth,” was all Rainbow Dash stated. Giving two blinks, Applejack responded with, “And?” “Turns out, he figured out he was adopted,” Rainbow Dash replied. Silence cut through the air before Applejack stepped through the hole it made, “You’re honestly surprised he knew?” “Well, I just figured he would be shocked or something,” Rainbow Dash admitted, “like, maybe he would go hide up in a tree, and I would have to get him down...I dunno...something like that!” “Gale’s a smart kid, so I ain’t surprised he figured it out on his own,” replied Applejack. Rainbow Dash raised her hood to strike a point, but put it back down quickly, “Yeah, you’re right, but still, things haven’t been the same since I told him.” “Oh?” “He doesn’t look at me the same way, he just seems so sad and he won’t tell me why,” Rainbow Dash’s body slumped in the chair as she clearly was giving off a sign she was depressed. “Ah wouldn’t worry, he’s probably just feeling weird since it’s out in the open now,” Applejack assured. “Yeah but…” Suddenly, Rainbow Dash let out a tiny laugh, “you want to know something funny? I always thought Gilda would come back for him.” Applejack said nothing and allowed her friend to speak. “Ever since Gilda and I made this deal, I told myself it would be for a little while, and I kept counting down the days when she’d come back,” Rainbow Dash looked away from Applejack, her face growing into a long glance of wanting, “but you know? Now, I’m hoping that never happens. I know it probably sounds selfish, but...I don’t want to lose him.” More silence followed, at least until Rainbow Dash felt Applejack’s hoof upon her shoulder. “Listen, Dash, Gilda may have been the one who laid his egg, but you’re the one who raised him, you’re the only Ma he’s ever known,” Rainbow Dash looked slightly towards Applejack, “Trust me, that boy loves you, mark my words, he’s going to bounce back, ya just gotta show him how much you love him.” Suddenly, Rainbow Dash perked up, “That’s it! Oh thanks, Applejack you’re the best!” With that immediate burst of energy, Rainbow Dash grabbed her friend in a hug, then zipped out the door. Standing there dumbfounded, Applejack asked, “What did Ah just do?” A sudden kick from the foal in her womb seemed to ask the same question. Author's Note I know the ending of the show implied Rainbow Dash and Applejack were a couple, but I believe that one of the creators of ths how said something along the lines of, 'it's up to your imagination'. Chapter 3Rainbow Dash didn’t know what to expect the next morning. She supposed she should remain optimistic for as the old saying went “Tomorrow is another day”. But even then, Rainbow Dash was at least realistic, she knew her son wouldn’t get over this so easily. Her morning routine went by in a gray monotone. She wasn’t her usual confident self, that much was clear. The same could be said for young Gale. The mother and son pair had their usual routine down to the finest detail. Every move was so entwined they would appear to be choreographed. That was the definition of their bond. From the day Rainbow Dash first held Gale within her hooves, the bond was there. But now, that bond was gone, or rather broken, and almost anything could be repaired. That’s what Rainbow Dash hoped as she prepared Gale’s breakfast. Sizzling pans and strong smells filled the air of the household. Since Twilight’s reign had begun, new advancements in food had been introduced. With new creatures coming to Equestria, it soon became apparent that their rather unique diets could not be ignored. Not every creature in the world was vegetarian, some loved meat. Even dragons partook in it. Gems may have been a staple of their diet, at times they were known to eat something else, even if it was the flesh was freshly caught prey. That wasn’t to say they were savages. Compromises were made and that’s when somecreature got the bright idea to introduce a substitute. It wasn’t tofu, but rather a fake meat of sorts made from plants. There were differences to be sure, but the taste was almost identical, one couldn’t tell the difference. It was enough that ponies could see what the fuss was about with meat products, fake notwithstanding. “Hey,” Gale’s tiny voice spurred a gasp from Rainbow Dash. The mare turned around and noticed her son taking his usual seat at the table. A broad smile crossed Rainbow Dash’s face and she quickly made up the breakfast plate. “Good morning son! Hungry?” Rainbow Dash placed the plate on the table, “We got eggs, pony-safe bacon, and toast!” Sure enough, the plate was filled with a standard balanced breakfast, “Even got your grapefruit and your juice!” Rainbow Dash certainly had pulled out all the stops for her precious baby boy, but Gale hardly shared the sentiment. His beaked face momentarily broadened in surprise, before falling back into a frown. “Gee...thanks,” Gale numbly ate away at his breakfast. Rainbow Dash’s face fell but soon joined her son. The mare’s chewing was just as numb as her son’s, but it didn’t make the meal taste worse. “So...we’re practicing some new maneuvres today,” Rainbow Dash mentioned, of course referring to her duties with the Wonderbolts. Commuting to the Wonderbolts Academy from Ponyville wasn’t a hard tribe. Gale was used to it and in the past always knew his mother made it home in time. Not to say Rainbow Dash didn’t teach him independence. He had been left home alone plenty of times, but longer trips always warranted a babysitter. “That’s nice,” Gale responded. Staring at the young griffon's eyes, Rainbow Dash caught a flicker of light. It might have been a trick of the peering sunlight, but she took the chance. “Yeah your old Ma here is going to do some killer loops, I swear next show we are going to blow them out of the water!” Gale briefly looked up, interest shining in his eyes, “Really?” “You bet kiddo..., if you wanted, I could ask Spitfire if I could give you and a friend front row seats,” The Wonderbolts knew Gale, and top row seats wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to, but the offer had never been extended to a friend, “If you want?” Gale turned his head away and said, “I’ll...think about it. This prompted a smile on Rainbow Dash’s face. She was getting somewhere at least, “Good...good,” Her eyes quickly darted to the clock on the wall, “Okay bud, hurry up with breakfast, you have school.” “Right,” Gale responded, quickly scarfing down his food and darting for the door without so much as a word. “I love-” Rainbow Dash didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence as Gale exited their home. Hanging her head down, Rainbow Dash muttered a small, “You.” XXX Gale’s trek to school was a routine long engrained into him. It was so much that he could walk the path to school blindfolded. When one lived in Ponyville for their young life, it wasn’t such a hard trek. Gale soon made it to the front door alongside several other colored flanks. Stepping into the schoolhouse, he spied his usual seat. He grabbed his chair, the legs making a small scratching noise as it slid against the wood floor. He was just about to sit down when-, “Hey Birdie!” Gale froze and he felt his back feathers rise; he knew that voice, and it made him scowl. Turning towards the door he noticed a crimson-red Pegasus pony colt stride in. His mane was a dark black, with a pair of white wings upon his flank. Crimson Streak, his number one tormentor and rival. Gale scowled as Crimson trotted to his seat, right next to him. The young colt glared at him with a confident smirk. “So Birdie, how’s things with your so-called mom?” Gale tightened his position in his seat, “That’s none of your business!” “Oooh touchy eh? Well, I guess it’s not too important, it isn’t like she’s your ‘real’ mom!” Crimson added with a snicker. Gale scratched against his desk. As he removed it, he noticed tiny claw marks etched onto the wood. He swiftly hid his claws and waited for class to start, hiding his embarrassment to the best he could, but he couldn’t help his feathers puffing up. “Okay, class please settle down,” Cheerilie’s voice spoke up against the combined chorus of the children’s voices. Every creature quieted obediently as they diverted all of their attention towards their teacher. Cheerilie was still going strong in the teaching game. It was her calling and talent, and one that served many students on their paths to adulthood. She had taken many students in her life, Gale being her first griffon one. As Gale noticed his teacher beginning her lesson, he wondered if perhaps she had known the truth. Of course, she knew, that thought alone made Gale banish the silly question from his mind. Cheerilie wasn’t dumb, even she could have seen the obvious truth while looking at him and Rainbow Dash. “Now, before we start today’s lesson, we have a new student joining us today.” Cheerilie’s words spurred murmurs among the class, even more so when they noticed whom Cheerilie was motioning into the classroom. Everyone had expected the trot of pony hooves but instead found the clacking of claws. A creature entered, on two legs instead of four, arms huddled around each other as they stood next to Cheerilie. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet Dodger,” Cheerilie announced, “Dodger, why don’t you introduce yourself to the class? The aforementioned Dodger was a black and white colored creature, covered head to toe in fur. He had a long snout and a tail, and it was clear as day he wasn’t a pony: he was a diamond dog. To Gale, however, he wasn’t just any diamond dog, he was the same diamond dog he had seen moving into Ponyville. Dodger scratched his claws against the floor, his tail hanging limply behind him, “Um...hi, I’m D-D-Dodger...my parents and I moved here from A-A-Abb-b-b-is-s-s-ssia.” A couple of snickers sounded out as the diamond dog pup did his darndest to pronounce his words, but a quick disapproving glare from Ms. Cheerilie silenced them. “Abbyssia? Isn’t that the place with all of those cats?” Crimson Streak bluntly inquired. Dodger glanced over at the appropriately named colt and said, “Y-Y-Yes?” Crimson Streak pondered a moment, “But, you aren’t a cat.” Glancing away, Dodger responded, “Yeah, b-b-b-but my p-p-p-parents are.” “What kind of dog has cats for parents!?” Crimson blurted out. “That’s enough Crimson, Dodger why don’t you take a seat over there?” Cheerilie halted any potential teasing by squashing it before it could begin. Dodger obeyed and scurried his way through the hoard of desks before finding one that he wanted: right next to Gale. Gale observed the diamond dog for a moment, before returning his gaze to the front of the class. Cheerilie’s lesson went on until it was time for recess. As soon as the bell rang, everycreature piled outside enjoying the freedom from the bonds of learning. Gale felt the wind breathe against his wings as he spread them momentarily. It was nice to get a break and he almost took to the skies, but kept those desires silent. To be honest, he didn’t very much feel like flying the more he thought about it. But he did want to play, and the playground had enough to keep a child entertained. So many choices presented themselves, but Gale’s eyes were directed towards the commotion going on by the merry-go-round. He noticed a large group of foals surrounding the spinning equipment, but one voice spoke out amongst the group. “So where’s your real parents doggy?” Gale frowned as he recognized it as Crimson Streak. It always seemed whenever a kid mob formed, Crimson was at the head of it. “B-B-B-but I have real parents.” The stutter indicated it was Dodger. A break formed within the group of colts and fillies allowing Gale to finally see the frightened canine. “You’re a dog, they’re cats, they aren’t your real parents!” Crimson declared, a haughty tone creeping into his voice, “So did they throw you in the trash or something? Or was it a litter box?” Dodger curled himself up, hugging his body. Even from the distance he was standing, Gale could tell the onset of tears coming on. He supposed that came from being part eagle. “Hey!” Gale spoke loud and clear as everypony stopped to turn and look at him. The group dispersed leaving Crimson alone to face Gale, as the two boys stared each other down. Taking several strides towards one another, Gale and Crimson stood face to face. “What do you want Birdie?” Crimson made certain to put extra emphasis on the word ‘Birdie’. Gale took the verbal hit, shrugging it off as he shook and letting the venomous words sink into his blood, “I’ll keep it simple, leave the new kid alone!” “Why? You his buddy or something?” Crimson dared. “Just leave him alone okay? Don’t you have anything better to do?” Crimson continued to stare at Gale before giving a scoffing laugh, “Whatever, I guess you two could hang out since you both have fake moms.” Once more, Gale took the hit as the arrogant pony trotted off leaving the pair behind. Digging his talons into the dirt for the moment, Gale released his grasp, but staring down at the ground, he noticed clear marks. He just hoped the groundskeeper wouldn’t mind. “T-T-T-Thank you.” Gale shot his head up and observed Dodger uncurling himself. The diamond dog pup’s tail wagged for a brief moment, ending as Gale’s eyes glanced at him. “Don’t mention it,” Gale replied. Getting back on his feet Dodger licked his lips, not out of hunger, however, “I-I-I-I didn’t k-k-k-know there were other c-c-c-creatures at this school.” “I was the only one, but the School of Friendship has way more,” Gale had visited the School of Friendship several times. Rainbow Dash did some teaching there now and then, barring her duties to the Wonderbolts. “I’ve heard of that p-p-p-place,” Dodger stuttered, “It was m-m-m-made by a princess, right?” “Yeah, Princess Twilight, she’s friends with my mo-the pony I live with,” Gale quickly switched out words. Dodger’s ears rose and his tail wagged even further, “Wow, I n-n-n-never met anyone who k-k-k-knew a princess!” “Eh princesses are just like anypony else...cept all royal and stuff,” Gale responded with a shrug. “S-S-S-Still it’s s-s-s-so cool!” Dodger replied, his tale wagging before coming to a stop, “Say, what’s y-y-y-your name?” “I’m Gale,” was the griffon’s quick response. “Hey Gale, d-d-d-do you want to p-p-p-play together?” A tiny whine accompanied Dodger’s speech pattern, and almost on instinct, Gale found himself saying, “Sure.” The minute Gale said that Dodger’s tail went into a full-on wag, and for a moment, Gale couldn’t help but feel happy as well. At least he could say he may have made a new friend today. Author's Note Surprised to see a chapter of this eh? I haven't been inspired lately tbh. Let's see if I can change that. Chapter 2Rainbow Dash tirelessly zipped around her home. The refrigerator opened up, and the clattering of dishes rang out as the pegasus went to work. This was to be the finest thing she had ever done as a mother. As she surveyed what she had taken out, all that was needed was a little preparation. “Okay, Rainbow old girl, it’s time for super awesome mom time!” She had what she needed, and it was time to get to work. *** Nothing worked. No, matter how much he stomped through town, he just couldn’t shake these angry thoughts. His talons scraped against the ground, making audible scratching noises. Frankly, he didn’t care if it ruined his nails, he was no stranger to getting them dirty or trimmed, and honestly, it would perfectly reflect his mood. In fact, he honestly felt like punching the ground, so he took his claw, balled it up, and pounded the ground as much as he could. He did it again, and again, and continued to do so until it looked as if he were hammering a nail. As he came to a halt, he breathed in and out several times, and that’s when he noticed several ponies staring at him. They all looked at him with peculiar expressions, and it only spurred the anger in Gale to swell up inside him. “WHAT!?” Gale snarled. The other ponies present quickly hurried along, some nonchalantly whistling as they did so. “Lame,” Gale scoffed as he continued to scowl his way through town. As he continued to walk, the more he found himself lost in a sea of misery. Every attempt he made to drown it out of his mind, only made it resurface all the more potently. All he wanted was for it to end, was that so much to ask? Yet, the world was denying him even that. It made him want to scream out, to unleash the primal rage and fury that lay within him. Generations of ancestral griffon blood flow through him. It bubbled and boiled like a stewing pot. The lid was barely on, and its contents began to spill over, sizzling the stovetop as it as the heat reacted with the water. “All right, just move it slowly!” Gale snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the gruff voice call out in the distance. The young griffon gazed up and noticed something quite unusual. Several ponies, mostly pegasi, were unloading several boxes from a wagon, and they were leading them into a nearby house. “Careful with those, they’re fragile,” the presumed owner of the house called. But what Gale noticed was what kind of creature the owner was. Standing in front of the house, which now had a Sold sign in front of it, was a walking cat. At least, that’s what entered Gale’s mind at first, but he had been taught about the different races of the world, namely of old adventures had by the Guardians of Friendship. This creature was an Abyssian. He had heard stories of one Abyssian, Capper, was his name, but he had never seen one in person. The Abyssian in question was a black and white feline, his fur in a tuxedo pattern, and standing next to him was a female calico. If Gale had to guess, they were probably married. This surprised the young griffon, for Ponyville as its name implied, was primarily housed by ponies. Though since Princess Twilight had been crowned the ruler of Equestria, several different races had been inching into Equestria. Gale supposed he shouldn’t be too surprised, as he was a griffon, and he was living in Ponyville. Yet, Gale’s curiosity was aroused, and he had to know more. Using his feline instincts, Gale slowly crept up to the front door, taking care to make sure he wasn’t seen. The Abyssians were busy dealing with the movers, so Gale presumed he was safe. He took care not to have his claws make too much noise, and the boxes provided good cover. As he sneaked around, he kept his wings tucked in, taking particular note not to let himself get surprised. He was careful, crafty, and most of all, disciplined. “Hello?” Gale let out a sudden squawk of panic as a tiny voice greeted him from behind. His wings fanned out and his talons spread as he leaped into the air and fell back quickly. Quickly, he scampered, making the loudest scratching noise he had ever made. Eyes darting around, they fell upon a black and white splotch of fur. He had expected to see another Abyssian, but that wasn’t the case. Instead, he was staring at a waking dog. Once more, Gale recalled the stories he had been told, and his mind locked upon the truth: a Diamond Dog. The Diamond Dog in question looked very much like a border collie, dressed in a brown vest and a green collar. “Dodger honey, who’s this?” The female Abyssian asked. Soon, she and her husband looked over Gale. Panic gripping his chest, Gale quickly hurried away, claws scratching all the more, leaving behind a confused canine, along with a befuddled pair of felines. *** Rainbow Dash breathed a happy sigh of relief as she oversaw the spread before her. It had truly been a labor of love, painstakingly crafted with affection. “Gale’s going to love this!” Rainbow Dash prided herself. And right on cue, the door opened up with the telltale creak, and a familiar face flew on through. “Gale!” Rainbow Dash zipped over towards the young griffon, her face full of excitement, “How are you doing son? Everything okay?” Gale simply gazed wide-eyed at the pegasus and replied, “Yeah...I guess.” Before Gale could utter another word, Rainbow Dash grabbed hold of him and set him before the table. Now it was showtime. “Well just to show much it means for my little man to be well-nourished, I made a little spread for you kiddo!” Gale adjusted from the sheer rush of being dragged all the way to the kitchen table, “Spread?” “Yep, we got blueberry yogurt, Choco-Rock cereal, mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, corn on the cob, a glass of juice, and the cherry on top,” Rainbow Dash proceeded to mimic a trumpet with her voice, “The coveted, spectacular, all-time favorite food, a macaroni and potato sandwich on rye!” Rainbow Dash had just made all of Gale’s favorite dishes. It was a goldmine for someone looking for a carbo load. Young Gale understood the concept of carbo-loading. After a workout, you had to load up, for the tank had been drained. In the past, Gale would have leaped at the chance to devour these goodies, and Rainbow Dash knew this would be it, the one thing to reel her little boy back to her. Gale opened his beak, obviously to exclaim how grateful he was, how the wonder of a mother he had, but most of all, how much he loved. “I actually already ate.” The smile that had gradually grown upon Rainbow Dash’s face, fell instantly, leaving nothing but a frown. “Oh,” was Rainbow Dash’s simple response. “And actually...I was thinking of just laying down in my room,” reluctance dripped from Gale’s voice. Rainbow Dash looked away for the briefest of moments, “Okay...I’ll just...put this in the fridge, and you can have it later okay?” “Sure,” Gale walked away towards his room, his back turned and wings tucked in. “I love you, son!” Rainbow Dash called, her voice drawn into a pleading. Gale stopped, but he didn’t look back, “Yeah...love you...too,” and Gale went to his room, shutting the door behind him. Letting out a defeated sigh, Rainbow Dash grabbed the sandwich and took a bite. Not even her favorite childhood snack could cheer her up. But, there was always tomorrow.
PrologueIt was never easy to make a decision, especially big a one; the kind that was life-changing. Rainbow Dash never anticipated these sorts of situations. She was the kind of pony who lived in the moment. Sure, she had goals, such as her desire to be part of the Wonderbolts. She had worked towards that, and now she stood proudly among them. But for anything else, she didn’t plan ahead, being a sort of “go with the flow” kind of mare. It was due to that she didn’t expect a particular knock at the door, and to be greeted with a familiar face to boot. Gilda. The story of how she met Gilda was a simple tale. Both of them had been attendees of the Junior Speedster’s Flight Camp. Rainbow Dash had been the first to notice her, a shy and timid little griffon who stuttered as she said her own name. However, they quickly became friends. In fact, she dare say that Gilda was her first best friend. She had known Fluttershy, but the pair of them hadn’t been as close, at least not as they were now. But she and Gilda certainly were close. Admittedly, Rainbow Dash knew very little of griffons back then. As an impulsive and rambunctious child, Rainbow Dash displayed her “living in the moment” attitude even back then. Frankly, Rainbow Dash never took the time to ask. She did note one thing, even if she didn’t delve into it: Gilda certainly had a sweet tooth. She recalled one day her mother had sent her a care package. Most of it consisted of various cookies and candies, everything a little kid would like. As she eyed the treats, she noticed a glint in Gilda’s eyes as she gazed upon those treats. Not without consideration, Rainbow Dash had asked the young Gilda if she wanted some. Though reluctant at first, Gilda was given a free pass upon Rainbow Dash’s insistence. That proved a mistake, for the minute the opening was clear, Gilda tore into the basket, gobbling down whatever she could, at least, until Rainbow Dash took the basket away. All Gilda could do was burp and sheepishly apologize. Rainbow Dash laughed it off and remarked how her mother would find it a compliment someone enjoyed her baking so much. It would only be now that Gilda’s gluttonous display was due to the poor condition Griffonstone was in. Rainbow Dash recalled how she and Pinkie Pie had gone there on a friendship mission. The dilapidated state of the buildings, along with the seedy underbelly image the populace presented. It alone made her think of what would happen if Equestria’s own monarchy fell. Granted, princesses were chosen, not born, (Twilight’s niece Flurry Heart being an exception), but the loss of their last king had devastated the country to the point it fell into ruins. At least in terms of Griffonstone’s standing. There were other griffon settlements, and she and Pinkie had only seen the (former) capital. The trip alone hadn’t just offered insight into the average life of a Griffonstone citizen, but it had brought along a reunion with one she had thought she would never see again. Once more, Gilda. Their last meeting had been a disaster, to say the least. What had started out as a friendly get-together between old friends, had turned into a revelation of her “friend’s” true nature. While Gilda may have seemed like a cool and laid-back creature, she hid a very rude and aggressive side; a downright bully. A series of well-intentioned pranks had brought it out and it ended with Gilda and Rainbow Dash breaking off their friendship. It was only their reunion in Griffonstone that led to them mending their broken relationship. They had parted on good terms, with Gilda vowing to spread friendship to all of Griffonstone. The story would have ended on a high note, if not for that knock at the door, and it would have not led to Rainbow Dash opening it and being greeted by her friend. For a third time, Gilda. A conversation followed. It wasn’t a simple act of catching up, Gilda had a request, and it was a request that made Rainbow Dash pause. She stood within the confines of her kitchen, the cloud architecture fitting for a pegasus, but the bright décor clashed with the dreary cloud that hung over the sky-house itself. “G, what you’re asking me to do…” Rainbow Dash trailed off as she spoke, still trying to take in what she had been asked. Gilda held her head downcast, her eyes refusing to address Rainbow Dash, “I know how you must feel Dash, but I didn’t have anyone else to go to.” “What about Grifonstone? You have friends right?” Rainbow Dash asked incredulously. “I know far-off news doesn’t reach Equestria, but Griffonstone isn’t exactly the most stable of places right now,” Gilda stated. “But, we got griffon students in Twilight’s school? Heck, you said you’d help spread friendship there!” Rainbow Dash paused as she heard a small whimper. “Ever since our last king died, the military’s been in charge, but a lot of griffons want to reestablish the monarchy, but there are some who think the military should still be in charge,” Gilda’s voice remained firm. Rainbow Dash noticed it, her eyes full of concern, “Is it that bad?” “I know you’ve seen me at my worst Dash, just picture a whole bunch of griffons at their worst, so yeah, it’s that bad,” Gilda replied with a grim tone to her voice. She had certainly seen Gilda at her worst, and the initial impression of Griffonstone didn’t paint a pretty image of Griffons as a whole. Multiplying that by who knows how much, then it certainly didn’t imply a sense of stability. But most of all her thoughts centered on the bundle Gilda had brought, a wrapped-up blanket containing a baby griffon, one that was the spitting image of Gilda herself. It didn’t take an egghead to figure out the child’s parentage. “So is that why you’re here?” Rainbow Dash asked. Gilda looked towards her sleeping son, “Partly, I can’t raise a child while my country is about to blow up into a civil war.” Raising a child during wartime, Twilight had once told her of the time Starlight Glimmer had attempted to change the past, warping reality in a number of ways. One such timeline cast Equestria in a war with King Sombra. Even if Rainbow Dash hadn’t been there, she could easily imagine it. “And what’s the other part?” Gilda reached out and placed a comforting claw upon her sleeping son, “I want to make my home a better place, and that means fighting to make it better, I’m trying to help reinstate the monarchy, and put a new king or queen on the throne.” “Can you even do that?” “I’m not going to lie. It’s not going to be easy, but it’s something I want to do.” Gilda’s words were serious in their delivery, and the stony expression told Rainbow Dash enough that she was serious. “Still...G,” Rainbow Dash was all the more hesitant, even if her friend’s determination was to better her race. “Look Rainbow, you don’t owe me a thing, but you were the only person I can think of,” Gilda tried desperately to hide the pleading in her voice. “But why did you pick me?” Rainbow Dash insisted on knowing. Rainbow Dash knew Gilda wasn’t trying to guilt her. Any pleading Gilda was making was clearly an act of desperation, but listening close, Rainbow Dash could sense something else. “Because I know you’ll give him all the love and care I can’t,” And there it was, the second part, “Dash, you’re the only other creature I would trust my son with.” Yet even as Gilda made her case, Rainbow Dash still couldn’t decide. This was something finale, something she knew she would never be able to walk back from. “What’s his name?” Rainbow Dash asked as she gazed upon the slumbering child. Gilda matched Rainbow Dash’s gaze and in the corner of it, something shimmered, “Gale. His name is Gale.” It started with the letter G. Rainbow Dash wasn’t surprised, though she had later learned not every griffon’s name began with that letter, it was just a very popular naming theme. On each corner of Rainbow Dash’s muzzle, a smile began to form. The child slept away, unaware of anything that was transpiring. Seeing the boy finalized the smile. “Gale huh?” And so, Rainbow Dash made her decision. “Okay G, for you.”
Chapter 1Ponyville had seen much during the years since Twilight Sparkle came to live there. It seemed the village had become a hub of sorts for anything Equestria related. Before it had been just a little out of the way hamlet, now it held its own school of Friendship. The school itself was still ongoing. Its headmare Starlight Glimmer ran it with care and the utmost responsibility. After it had been bequeathed to her by her teacher, Twilight Sparkle, she would most certainly operate it the very same as Equestria’s new ruler had done. That was another thing Ponyville was known for: the rise of their latest princess. Twilight had started out as a simple visitor, rose to the title of princess, and now was in charge of all of Equestria. Every day was a new experience for the town, and it seemed it would only get better. There wasn’t a single unhappy pony or creature in town. Well, save for one. Within Ponyville there was a pond. It wasn’t too expansive, but it was large enough that different animals could propagate. Ducks seemed to love the pond, taking their ducklings to the water. Every creature had its first steps. For birds, it was the gift of flight. Anything with wings would take to the air just like a duck to water. The pond itself remained still, but within moments, the surface was disrupted as a series of ripples passed through, just as the stone danced upon it. It was a tiny pebble, but with enough force, it could command the water to move. It skipped along before falling into the depths. A second one was almost thrown until a family of ducks swam their way through the water. The mother duck led her ducklings along. Though the only pony who could get into the mind of an animal was Fluttershy, the presence of the waterfowls prevented another stone from being skipped. It was picked up for sure, but it was dropped just the same, yet it wasn’t a hoof that held it. Lacking the proper digits, Earth Ponies nor Pegasi could really pick up a stone, at least not without some difficulty, and Unicorns could simply levitate it with their magic. But for the solitary figure by the pond, it was easy for him because he had the digits. Instead of a hoof, a yellow claw let the stone fall, watching as it landed lifelessly on the ground. Attached to the claw was a young avian creature. Its head resembled that of an eagle with white feathers, a particular fringe of them hanging off of his head akin to a hairstyle. A pair of tiny wings lay upon his back, but the body itself was that of a lion, complete with a feline tail. This was a griffon, a griffon of about eight years of age. With his features described, there was one detail left unspoken: the rainbow colors of his fringe. It was dyed long ago by his choice. It was all to honor someone he held in high regard. The griffon’s name was Gale Force Wind. From the sound of his name, it would probably best befit a pony, but to one raised by ponies, it worked. Young Gale watched as the mother duck led her ducklings along, quacking while the little ones chattered and followed dutifully. Gale would have smiled at the sight, but he couldn’t muster one. He could tell the mother was loving and would protect her children. After all, she laid their eggs and hatched them, like any good mother would. Sighing, Gale briskly rose and walked off, kicking the stone off into some nearby bushes. As he walked, he held his head down but made certain to keep his line of sight open so he wouldn’t bump into anypony. A collage of colored legs dotted the streets of Ponyville, but Gale was careful. He didn’t need to see that much, for he had lived here his entire life and knew the way like the back of his claw. His line of sight drifted upward as he reached a door, pushing it open and causing the bell to ring. “Well if it isn’t Gale,” A voice greeted. Gale gazed up and forced a grin upon his feathered face, “Hey Mr. Cake.” “The usual?” The pony baker asked. Scanning the various treats behind the glass barrier, Gale’s claw pointed towards a particular treat. It looked like a rectangular piece of chocolate, but on each in, right in the middle was a tiny dot of white gooey goodness. “One Chocolate Marshmallow Delight, coming right up!” Mr. Cake went to work, picking out the best for one of his best customers, and packaging it for the utmost enjoyment. Gale fished out the correct change and deposited it on the counter. His eyes poured into the bag containing his snack. A soft trickle of drool dribbled down his beak, prompting him to wipe it. “I swear, you’re my best customer when it comes to these. If it weren’t for you, I’d take it off the menu,” Mr. Cake jokingly laughed. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I love these,” Gale said as he licked his beak. “Thank goodness for you and your sweet tooth, must get it from your mother,” Mr. Cake added. Gale’s grin faded, but he made certain not to show it, “Yeah...my mom.” Swiftly taking his leave, Gale hurried to the nearest bench and sat himself down. In a flash, he opened up the bag and took the Delight in his claw. Without so much as a grace, Gale tore into it, the chocolate and marshmallow staining his beak and coating his claws. Mr. Cake was right, he did have a sweet tooth, probably the biggest in Ponyville; though Pinkie Pie would be a major contender. Whichever the case, Gale loved his sweets, and Chocolate Marshmallow Delights were his favorites. He remembered the first time he tried one. He had been really little, about four years old. He saw it in the window and begged his ‘mother’ to buy him one. She did so and the minute he took his first bite, he had fallen in love. In no time at all, he finished his dessert and licked his claws until not a trace remained upon them on his beak. A swift burp exited him and he balled up the bag and tossed it into the trashcan like a basketball. “Still got it,” Gale cockily remarked with pride. Athleticism was something Gale prided himself on. There was no one better in the air or at sports than him. At least among his peers. Though he was taught not to be too prideful, he couldn’t help but show off sometimes. The cheers from the crowds, he couldn’t help it. Whenever he heard them, he felt his heart soar high. He had felt that sensation as he soared above the clouds. It was intoxicating. Memories of his first flight played before him. The struggle with each failure, the encouragement that kept him going, and the unbridled joy as he managed to breach the cloud line and perform all of the tricks he could only dream of. Now the dreams were a reality. “Mommy, this way!” Gale’s attention turned to his left. Trotting along the road was a mother pony and her child. The young foal laughed playfully as his mother went after him. “Come back here you!” his mother’s words were cheerful and light, which was only answered by her son’s delight. Thinking back, Gale saw himself in that child’s hooves, just for a brief moment. He ran about, young and carefree, all the while one ran behind him, hoping to catch him, one with a rainbow mane. Once more a frown crossed Gale’s face, and he got up from the bench in a huff. With each step he took, Gale furiously swung his tail. Inside a feeling burned. It was a feeling he had felt on occasion in his life, and that feeling was anger. Yet, as he stomped, he found his anger slowly going out, and all that was left was a frown. *** A dark cloud floated along the path leading to Sweet Apple Acres. This was a metaphor. In reality, the dark cloud was a rainbow-maned pegasus. Everyone in Ponyville, in all of Equestria, knew her name. That name, was Rainbow Dash, the holder of the Element of Loyalty, a member of the illustrious Wonderbolts, and a close personal friend of Princess Twilight Sparkle. With that going for her, Rainbow Dash should have considered herself one of the coolest ponies in Equestria. Not to say she didn’t already think that, but those titles and ranks alone simply told her she was awesome. But, she didn’t feel that way at the present. In fact, she felt downright miserable. If she wasn’t too reluctant to get wet, she would have brought a storm cloud from above to literally rain on her parade. It would at least accompany the foul mood that filled her very being. So much was she filled with pain, that she ignored her surroundings. She had been down the path to Sweet Apple Acres so many times she memorized it by heart. Usually, she would fly down there, but she lacked the energy or the drive to do so; that’s how downtrodden she was. She didn’t even look up as she knocked on the door. Hoofsteps sounded out as whoever was on the other side was about to answer the door. Opening with a creak, Rainbow Dash noticed that the hoofsteps sounded tiny. “Ms. Rainbow Dash?” a young voice spoke. Raising her head, Rainbow Dash noticed a young filly, one with a scarlet coat and a blue mane. Imprinted upon her flank was a thistle. “Oh...hey Thistle Weed, is...Applejack home?” Rainbow Dash hesitantly asked. “I do apologize Ms. Rainbow Dash, but Ms. Applejack is currently taking a nap, and is in no condition to answer visitors,” Thistle Weed answered, “If you want, I can leave a message for you and she can get back to you later.” Rainbow Dash just blinked at the professional attitude the young filly was presenting. Even after accepting Thistle Weed as a new addition to the Apple family, she still wasn’t used to how the filly carried herself. “Rainbow Dash! Now what a fancy surprise!” Applejack’s boisterous voice called through towards the front door. The orange-coated mare entered the room, still wearing her trademark hat, but around her neck, she wore Granny Smith’s shawl. Granny Smith had passed away not too long ago, so Applejack wore it to remember her grandmother. But that wasn’t the only new addition to the country mare, for it was the size of her belly that drew ponies in. “Ms. Applejack! You shouldn’t be up and about in your condition!”Thistle Weed declared. “Now, now, Thistle, Ah may have a bun in the oven, but Ah ain't bedridden,” Applejack lightly chastised. Thistle composed herself and straightened her mane, “Very well, I understand, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay sugar cube,” Applejack chuckled, “now why don’t you go get your pa?” “As you wish,” Thistle trotted neatly out the door and into the apple fields. “That stepdaughter of mine, she’s quite a girl,” Applejack laughed. Rainbow Dash never thought she would hear the words ‘stepdaughter’ and ‘mine’ coming from Applejack’s mouth, in the same sentence no less, but stepdaughter was accurate. Sometime after Big Macintosh and Sugarbelle’s wedding, the pair had set off to start their own orchard. Applejack and Apple Bloom had given their eldest sibling their blessing, but that left a void in the labor done on their farm. So, being in charge, Applejack put out an ad and it was answered by a rather stocky-looking stallion by the name of Burly Hill. Burly fit his name, but his attitude was something to be desired. He wasn’t a bad pony, but he had certain...addictions and habits that kept him from being the worker Applejack needed. It wasn’t without sympathy, however. Burly had lost his wife some years ago and left him with a daughter to raise. The loss of his beloved had taken its toll on him, and his daughter Thistle Weed had taken up the role of adult in their household. His accepting a job at Sweet Apple Acres was an act of desperation, one that Applejack grew to regret, as his addictions kept him from being a reliable worker. Yet, Applejack wasn’t one to just simply abandon someone in need. Granted, she wasn’t the element of loyalty, but she knew the concept of friendship and understanding, and could see that Burly was a soul in pain. That, and his daughter couldn’t think entirely ill of her father. The story of Applejack and Burly was a tale for another time, but the short version: Applejack helped Burly get over the pain of losing his wife, got him off his addictions, and eventually they fell in love and married. Within short order, Applejack had gained a husband and a stepdaughter, and not only that but now Applejack and Burly were being blessed with a foal of their own. “Oh!” Applejack let out a grunt of pain, wincing as he put a hoof on her belly. “You alright?” Rainbow Dash asked with concern. As her face relaxed, Applejack chuckled and patted her belly, “Don’t worry about me, the young un is right on cue.” Applejack grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit on the table and quickly scarfed it down, “Mmmmm, wasn’t that good?” Applejack said as she continued to pat her belly, “Ah swear, this young un has the appetite of a whole herd of stallions!” Rainbow Dash grinned, for she could tell motherhood would suit Applejack. Her friend always seemed to have a maternal air about her, and now she was soon to experience it firsthand. “So what brings ya’ll around here?” Applejack asked. Once she was asked this, Rainbow Dash’s frown returned to her face, “I just...needed to talk.” Applejack’s smile faded as she sensed the listlessness within her friend’s voice, “Sure, sugar cube.” The pregnant mare seated herself while Rainbow Dash did the same. Rainbow Dash sat there for a few moments before letting out a breath. “I...told Gale...the truth,” was all Rainbow Dash stated. Giving two blinks, Applejack responded with, “And?” “Turns out, he figured out he was adopted,” Rainbow Dash replied. Silence cut through the air before Applejack stepped through the hole it made, “You’re honestly surprised he knew?” “Well, I just figured he would be shocked or something,” Rainbow Dash admitted, “like, maybe he would go hide up in a tree, and I would have to get him down...I dunno...something like that!” “Gale’s a smart kid, so I ain’t surprised he figured it out on his own,” replied Applejack. Rainbow Dash raised her hood to strike a point, but put it back down quickly, “Yeah, you’re right, but still, things haven’t been the same since I told him.” “Oh?” “He doesn’t look at me the same way, he just seems so sad and he won’t tell me why,” Rainbow Dash’s body slumped in the chair as she clearly was giving off a sign she was depressed. “Ah wouldn’t worry, he’s probably just feeling weird since it’s out in the open now,” Applejack assured. “Yeah but…” Suddenly, Rainbow Dash let out a tiny laugh, “you want to know something funny? I always thought Gilda would come back for him.” Applejack said nothing and allowed her friend to speak. “Ever since Gilda and I made this deal, I told myself it would be for a little while, and I kept counting down the days when she’d come back,” Rainbow Dash looked away from Applejack, her face growing into a long glance of wanting, “but you know? Now, I’m hoping that never happens. I know it probably sounds selfish, but...I don’t want to lose him.” More silence followed, at least until Rainbow Dash felt Applejack’s hoof upon her shoulder. “Listen, Dash, Gilda may have been the one who laid his egg, but you’re the one who raised him, you’re the only Ma he’s ever known,” Rainbow Dash looked slightly towards Applejack, “Trust me, that boy loves you, mark my words, he’s going to bounce back, ya just gotta show him how much you love him.” Suddenly, Rainbow Dash perked up, “That’s it! Oh thanks, Applejack you’re the best!” With that immediate burst of energy, Rainbow Dash grabbed her friend in a hug, then zipped out the door. Standing there dumbfounded, Applejack asked, “What did Ah just do?” A sudden kick from the foal in her womb seemed to ask the same question. Author's Note I know the ending of the show implied Rainbow Dash and Applejack were a couple, but I believe that one of the creators of ths how said something along the lines of, 'it's up to your imagination'.
Chapter 3Rainbow Dash didn’t know what to expect the next morning. She supposed she should remain optimistic for as the old saying went “Tomorrow is another day”. But even then, Rainbow Dash was at least realistic, she knew her son wouldn’t get over this so easily. Her morning routine went by in a gray monotone. She wasn’t her usual confident self, that much was clear. The same could be said for young Gale. The mother and son pair had their usual routine down to the finest detail. Every move was so entwined they would appear to be choreographed. That was the definition of their bond. From the day Rainbow Dash first held Gale within her hooves, the bond was there. But now, that bond was gone, or rather broken, and almost anything could be repaired. That’s what Rainbow Dash hoped as she prepared Gale’s breakfast. Sizzling pans and strong smells filled the air of the household. Since Twilight’s reign had begun, new advancements in food had been introduced. With new creatures coming to Equestria, it soon became apparent that their rather unique diets could not be ignored. Not every creature in the world was vegetarian, some loved meat. Even dragons partook in it. Gems may have been a staple of their diet, at times they were known to eat something else, even if it was the flesh was freshly caught prey. That wasn’t to say they were savages. Compromises were made and that’s when somecreature got the bright idea to introduce a substitute. It wasn’t tofu, but rather a fake meat of sorts made from plants. There were differences to be sure, but the taste was almost identical, one couldn’t tell the difference. It was enough that ponies could see what the fuss was about with meat products, fake notwithstanding. “Hey,” Gale’s tiny voice spurred a gasp from Rainbow Dash. The mare turned around and noticed her son taking his usual seat at the table. A broad smile crossed Rainbow Dash’s face and she quickly made up the breakfast plate. “Good morning son! Hungry?” Rainbow Dash placed the plate on the table, “We got eggs, pony-safe bacon, and toast!” Sure enough, the plate was filled with a standard balanced breakfast, “Even got your grapefruit and your juice!” Rainbow Dash certainly had pulled out all the stops for her precious baby boy, but Gale hardly shared the sentiment. His beaked face momentarily broadened in surprise, before falling back into a frown. “Gee...thanks,” Gale numbly ate away at his breakfast. Rainbow Dash’s face fell but soon joined her son. The mare’s chewing was just as numb as her son’s, but it didn’t make the meal taste worse. “So...we’re practicing some new maneuvres today,” Rainbow Dash mentioned, of course referring to her duties with the Wonderbolts. Commuting to the Wonderbolts Academy from Ponyville wasn’t a hard tribe. Gale was used to it and in the past always knew his mother made it home in time. Not to say Rainbow Dash didn’t teach him independence. He had been left home alone plenty of times, but longer trips always warranted a babysitter. “That’s nice,” Gale responded. Staring at the young griffon's eyes, Rainbow Dash caught a flicker of light. It might have been a trick of the peering sunlight, but she took the chance. “Yeah your old Ma here is going to do some killer loops, I swear next show we are going to blow them out of the water!” Gale briefly looked up, interest shining in his eyes, “Really?” “You bet kiddo..., if you wanted, I could ask Spitfire if I could give you and a friend front row seats,” The Wonderbolts knew Gale, and top row seats wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to, but the offer had never been extended to a friend, “If you want?” Gale turned his head away and said, “I’ll...think about it. This prompted a smile on Rainbow Dash’s face. She was getting somewhere at least, “Good...good,” Her eyes quickly darted to the clock on the wall, “Okay bud, hurry up with breakfast, you have school.” “Right,” Gale responded, quickly scarfing down his food and darting for the door without so much as a word. “I love-” Rainbow Dash didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence as Gale exited their home. Hanging her head down, Rainbow Dash muttered a small, “You.” XXX Gale’s trek to school was a routine long engrained into him. It was so much that he could walk the path to school blindfolded. When one lived in Ponyville for their young life, it wasn’t such a hard trek. Gale soon made it to the front door alongside several other colored flanks. Stepping into the schoolhouse, he spied his usual seat. He grabbed his chair, the legs making a small scratching noise as it slid against the wood floor. He was just about to sit down when-, “Hey Birdie!” Gale froze and he felt his back feathers rise; he knew that voice, and it made him scowl. Turning towards the door he noticed a crimson-red Pegasus pony colt stride in. His mane was a dark black, with a pair of white wings upon his flank. Crimson Streak, his number one tormentor and rival. Gale scowled as Crimson trotted to his seat, right next to him. The young colt glared at him with a confident smirk. “So Birdie, how’s things with your so-called mom?” Gale tightened his position in his seat, “That’s none of your business!” “Oooh touchy eh? Well, I guess it’s not too important, it isn’t like she’s your ‘real’ mom!” Crimson added with a snicker. Gale scratched against his desk. As he removed it, he noticed tiny claw marks etched onto the wood. He swiftly hid his claws and waited for class to start, hiding his embarrassment to the best he could, but he couldn’t help his feathers puffing up. “Okay, class please settle down,” Cheerilie’s voice spoke up against the combined chorus of the children’s voices. Every creature quieted obediently as they diverted all of their attention towards their teacher. Cheerilie was still going strong in the teaching game. It was her calling and talent, and one that served many students on their paths to adulthood. She had taken many students in her life, Gale being her first griffon one. As Gale noticed his teacher beginning her lesson, he wondered if perhaps she had known the truth. Of course, she knew, that thought alone made Gale banish the silly question from his mind. Cheerilie wasn’t dumb, even she could have seen the obvious truth while looking at him and Rainbow Dash. “Now, before we start today’s lesson, we have a new student joining us today.” Cheerilie’s words spurred murmurs among the class, even more so when they noticed whom Cheerilie was motioning into the classroom. Everyone had expected the trot of pony hooves but instead found the clacking of claws. A creature entered, on two legs instead of four, arms huddled around each other as they stood next to Cheerilie. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet Dodger,” Cheerilie announced, “Dodger, why don’t you introduce yourself to the class? The aforementioned Dodger was a black and white colored creature, covered head to toe in fur. He had a long snout and a tail, and it was clear as day he wasn’t a pony: he was a diamond dog. To Gale, however, he wasn’t just any diamond dog, he was the same diamond dog he had seen moving into Ponyville. Dodger scratched his claws against the floor, his tail hanging limply behind him, “Um...hi, I’m D-D-Dodger...my parents and I moved here from A-A-Abb-b-b-is-s-s-ssia.” A couple of snickers sounded out as the diamond dog pup did his darndest to pronounce his words, but a quick disapproving glare from Ms. Cheerilie silenced them. “Abbyssia? Isn’t that the place with all of those cats?” Crimson Streak bluntly inquired. Dodger glanced over at the appropriately named colt and said, “Y-Y-Yes?” Crimson Streak pondered a moment, “But, you aren’t a cat.” Glancing away, Dodger responded, “Yeah, b-b-b-but my p-p-p-parents are.” “What kind of dog has cats for parents!?” Crimson blurted out. “That’s enough Crimson, Dodger why don’t you take a seat over there?” Cheerilie halted any potential teasing by squashing it before it could begin. Dodger obeyed and scurried his way through the hoard of desks before finding one that he wanted: right next to Gale. Gale observed the diamond dog for a moment, before returning his gaze to the front of the class. Cheerilie’s lesson went on until it was time for recess. As soon as the bell rang, everycreature piled outside enjoying the freedom from the bonds of learning. Gale felt the wind breathe against his wings as he spread them momentarily. It was nice to get a break and he almost took to the skies, but kept those desires silent. To be honest, he didn’t very much feel like flying the more he thought about it. But he did want to play, and the playground had enough to keep a child entertained. So many choices presented themselves, but Gale’s eyes were directed towards the commotion going on by the merry-go-round. He noticed a large group of foals surrounding the spinning equipment, but one voice spoke out amongst the group. “So where’s your real parents doggy?” Gale frowned as he recognized it as Crimson Streak. It always seemed whenever a kid mob formed, Crimson was at the head of it. “B-B-B-but I have real parents.” The stutter indicated it was Dodger. A break formed within the group of colts and fillies allowing Gale to finally see the frightened canine. “You’re a dog, they’re cats, they aren’t your real parents!” Crimson declared, a haughty tone creeping into his voice, “So did they throw you in the trash or something? Or was it a litter box?” Dodger curled himself up, hugging his body. Even from the distance he was standing, Gale could tell the onset of tears coming on. He supposed that came from being part eagle. “Hey!” Gale spoke loud and clear as everypony stopped to turn and look at him. The group dispersed leaving Crimson alone to face Gale, as the two boys stared each other down. Taking several strides towards one another, Gale and Crimson stood face to face. “What do you want Birdie?” Crimson made certain to put extra emphasis on the word ‘Birdie’. Gale took the verbal hit, shrugging it off as he shook and letting the venomous words sink into his blood, “I’ll keep it simple, leave the new kid alone!” “Why? You his buddy or something?” Crimson dared. “Just leave him alone okay? Don’t you have anything better to do?” Crimson continued to stare at Gale before giving a scoffing laugh, “Whatever, I guess you two could hang out since you both have fake moms.” Once more, Gale took the hit as the arrogant pony trotted off leaving the pair behind. Digging his talons into the dirt for the moment, Gale released his grasp, but staring down at the ground, he noticed clear marks. He just hoped the groundskeeper wouldn’t mind. “T-T-T-Thank you.” Gale shot his head up and observed Dodger uncurling himself. The diamond dog pup’s tail wagged for a brief moment, ending as Gale’s eyes glanced at him. “Don’t mention it,” Gale replied. Getting back on his feet Dodger licked his lips, not out of hunger, however, “I-I-I-I didn’t k-k-k-know there were other c-c-c-creatures at this school.” “I was the only one, but the School of Friendship has way more,” Gale had visited the School of Friendship several times. Rainbow Dash did some teaching there now and then, barring her duties to the Wonderbolts. “I’ve heard of that p-p-p-place,” Dodger stuttered, “It was m-m-m-made by a princess, right?” “Yeah, Princess Twilight, she’s friends with my mo-the pony I live with,” Gale quickly switched out words. Dodger’s ears rose and his tail wagged even further, “Wow, I n-n-n-never met anyone who k-k-k-knew a princess!” “Eh princesses are just like anypony else...cept all royal and stuff,” Gale responded with a shrug. “S-S-S-Still it’s s-s-s-so cool!” Dodger replied, his tale wagging before coming to a stop, “Say, what’s y-y-y-your name?” “I’m Gale,” was the griffon’s quick response. “Hey Gale, d-d-d-do you want to p-p-p-play together?” A tiny whine accompanied Dodger’s speech pattern, and almost on instinct, Gale found himself saying, “Sure.” The minute Gale said that Dodger’s tail went into a full-on wag, and for a moment, Gale couldn’t help but feel happy as well. At least he could say he may have made a new friend today. Author's Note Surprised to see a chapter of this eh? I haven't been inspired lately tbh. Let's see if I can change that.
Chapter 2Rainbow Dash tirelessly zipped around her home. The refrigerator opened up, and the clattering of dishes rang out as the pegasus went to work. This was to be the finest thing she had ever done as a mother. As she surveyed what she had taken out, all that was needed was a little preparation. “Okay, Rainbow old girl, it’s time for super awesome mom time!” She had what she needed, and it was time to get to work. *** Nothing worked. No, matter how much he stomped through town, he just couldn’t shake these angry thoughts. His talons scraped against the ground, making audible scratching noises. Frankly, he didn’t care if it ruined his nails, he was no stranger to getting them dirty or trimmed, and honestly, it would perfectly reflect his mood. In fact, he honestly felt like punching the ground, so he took his claw, balled it up, and pounded the ground as much as he could. He did it again, and again, and continued to do so until it looked as if he were hammering a nail. As he came to a halt, he breathed in and out several times, and that’s when he noticed several ponies staring at him. They all looked at him with peculiar expressions, and it only spurred the anger in Gale to swell up inside him. “WHAT!?” Gale snarled. The other ponies present quickly hurried along, some nonchalantly whistling as they did so. “Lame,” Gale scoffed as he continued to scowl his way through town. As he continued to walk, the more he found himself lost in a sea of misery. Every attempt he made to drown it out of his mind, only made it resurface all the more potently. All he wanted was for it to end, was that so much to ask? Yet, the world was denying him even that. It made him want to scream out, to unleash the primal rage and fury that lay within him. Generations of ancestral griffon blood flow through him. It bubbled and boiled like a stewing pot. The lid was barely on, and its contents began to spill over, sizzling the stovetop as it as the heat reacted with the water. “All right, just move it slowly!” Gale snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the gruff voice call out in the distance. The young griffon gazed up and noticed something quite unusual. Several ponies, mostly pegasi, were unloading several boxes from a wagon, and they were leading them into a nearby house. “Careful with those, they’re fragile,” the presumed owner of the house called. But what Gale noticed was what kind of creature the owner was. Standing in front of the house, which now had a Sold sign in front of it, was a walking cat. At least, that’s what entered Gale’s mind at first, but he had been taught about the different races of the world, namely of old adventures had by the Guardians of Friendship. This creature was an Abyssian. He had heard stories of one Abyssian, Capper, was his name, but he had never seen one in person. The Abyssian in question was a black and white feline, his fur in a tuxedo pattern, and standing next to him was a female calico. If Gale had to guess, they were probably married. This surprised the young griffon, for Ponyville as its name implied, was primarily housed by ponies. Though since Princess Twilight had been crowned the ruler of Equestria, several different races had been inching into Equestria. Gale supposed he shouldn’t be too surprised, as he was a griffon, and he was living in Ponyville. Yet, Gale’s curiosity was aroused, and he had to know more. Using his feline instincts, Gale slowly crept up to the front door, taking care to make sure he wasn’t seen. The Abyssians were busy dealing with the movers, so Gale presumed he was safe. He took care not to have his claws make too much noise, and the boxes provided good cover. As he sneaked around, he kept his wings tucked in, taking particular note not to let himself get surprised. He was careful, crafty, and most of all, disciplined. “Hello?” Gale let out a sudden squawk of panic as a tiny voice greeted him from behind. His wings fanned out and his talons spread as he leaped into the air and fell back quickly. Quickly, he scampered, making the loudest scratching noise he had ever made. Eyes darting around, they fell upon a black and white splotch of fur. He had expected to see another Abyssian, but that wasn’t the case. Instead, he was staring at a waking dog. Once more, Gale recalled the stories he had been told, and his mind locked upon the truth: a Diamond Dog. The Diamond Dog in question looked very much like a border collie, dressed in a brown vest and a green collar. “Dodger honey, who’s this?” The female Abyssian asked. Soon, she and her husband looked over Gale. Panic gripping his chest, Gale quickly hurried away, claws scratching all the more, leaving behind a confused canine, along with a befuddled pair of felines. *** Rainbow Dash breathed a happy sigh of relief as she oversaw the spread before her. It had truly been a labor of love, painstakingly crafted with affection. “Gale’s going to love this!” Rainbow Dash prided herself. And right on cue, the door opened up with the telltale creak, and a familiar face flew on through. “Gale!” Rainbow Dash zipped over towards the young griffon, her face full of excitement, “How are you doing son? Everything okay?” Gale simply gazed wide-eyed at the pegasus and replied, “Yeah...I guess.” Before Gale could utter another word, Rainbow Dash grabbed hold of him and set him before the table. Now it was showtime. “Well just to show much it means for my little man to be well-nourished, I made a little spread for you kiddo!” Gale adjusted from the sheer rush of being dragged all the way to the kitchen table, “Spread?” “Yep, we got blueberry yogurt, Choco-Rock cereal, mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, corn on the cob, a glass of juice, and the cherry on top,” Rainbow Dash proceeded to mimic a trumpet with her voice, “The coveted, spectacular, all-time favorite food, a macaroni and potato sandwich on rye!” Rainbow Dash had just made all of Gale’s favorite dishes. It was a goldmine for someone looking for a carbo load. Young Gale understood the concept of carbo-loading. After a workout, you had to load up, for the tank had been drained. In the past, Gale would have leaped at the chance to devour these goodies, and Rainbow Dash knew this would be it, the one thing to reel her little boy back to her. Gale opened his beak, obviously to exclaim how grateful he was, how the wonder of a mother he had, but most of all, how much he loved. “I actually already ate.” The smile that had gradually grown upon Rainbow Dash’s face, fell instantly, leaving nothing but a frown. “Oh,” was Rainbow Dash’s simple response. “And actually...I was thinking of just laying down in my room,” reluctance dripped from Gale’s voice. Rainbow Dash looked away for the briefest of moments, “Okay...I’ll just...put this in the fridge, and you can have it later okay?” “Sure,” Gale walked away towards his room, his back turned and wings tucked in. “I love you, son!” Rainbow Dash called, her voice drawn into a pleading. Gale stopped, but he didn’t look back, “Yeah...love you...too,” and Gale went to his room, shutting the door behind him. Letting out a defeated sigh, Rainbow Dash grabbed the sandwich and took a bite. Not even her favorite childhood snack could cheer her up. But, there was always tomorrow.
