My little pony:Adventure of Seresia

The dense forest resembled a kaleidoscope, absorbing the gentle sunset and spilling it onto the ground through the gaps in the leaves; the golden beams of light made the dust around the little house noticeable. Pear Butter tidied up the hoof-crafted little wooden cabin that provided them shelter and refuge; after moving all the valuable things to the wagon, she touched the door frame, counting the notches. Now, they were about to leave this little house that had accompanied them through thousands of days and nights, and for a moment, Pear Butter felt a tinge of reluctance. However, thinking about returning to Equestria soon, she steeled herself, gently closed the door, and let it stand quietly without disturbing it anymore. Perhaps the little house could provide shelter to the next poor ponies, shielding him from the wind and rain, but she still hoped she would be the last owner of this house.

After packing everything, Pear Butter brought over a stool and sat at a secluded cliff, gazing at the beach at sunset. She stared into the distance, fantasizing about returning home and embracing her children in tears, explaining the experiences of the years and the life on this island to them. Lost in thought, she felt like she had returned home and even saw her mother, Pear Butter wanted to rush forward to hug her, but suddenly, the latter spoke to her in a firm voice:

“Buttercup!! Buttercup, where are you?? I have bad news.” Pear Butter was taken aback, her body trembling uncontrollably. She was back at the cliff's edge when she opened her eyes again. She felt unhappy for being interrupted from her daydream, but then a familiar voice came to her ears; the shout wasn’t loud but was intentionally hushed. Following that was a hoof resting on her shoulder. Pear Butter returned to her senses and turned to find her husband; his chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he looked pale. Pear Butter immediately stood up and asked with concern:

“What happened, Bright Mac?? What’s going on??”

“Do you remember the rainbow-maned pony I was supposed to find?? I found her.” Pear Butter felt very happy upon hearing this news, but she looked around and couldn’t see the filly anywhere:

“So where is she?? Bright Mac, isn’t she with you??”

“That’s the bad news I wanted to share, Buttercup. She and several other young mares I’ve never seen before have been taken by those otters to the fortress on the mountain.”

“What??! Oh... poor girl...” The ears that had perked up at the news drooped again the next moment. Remembering the abuse suffered at the fortress made Pear Butter tremble all over. She and Bright McIntosh had been caught trying to escape the island and then taken to the fortress, where they were held for an unknown number of days and nights. The painful days of being cut off from food and water were still Pear Butter's memory. If it weren't for her and her husband, the only two on the island who understand how to plant and harvest, she might never have seen the sun again.

“We have to save her!! Bright Mac, we gotta do something!!”

“But... how can I possibly rescue them all by myself??” Bright McIntosh looked troubled; he knew his wife was determined to save that unfamiliar mare. However, he felt outmatched and unable to play the heroic role like in fairy tales, especially since Bright McIntosh was just an earth pony and couldn’t wield any powerful magic.

“Doesn’t the Tidelord enjoy drinking the apple juice you make?You could take that barrel from our cart to him and ask him to spare those young mares.” Pear Butter thought for a moment and came up with a good idea, but Bright McIntosh seemed somewhat reluctant:

“But we need to rely on that juice barrel to return to Equestria, Buttercup.....”

“We can brew another barrel; it will just take some extra time. But I really can’t bear to see that lady suffer... Please, my dear.”

“Alright, alright, Buttercup, you always have such a kind heart~ I hope I won’t regret doing all this... But how should I explain this to the Tidelord??”

“Let me go with you; I know how to persuade him.” Hearing the response from Pear Butter, Bright McIntosh was a bit reluctant. He didn’t want his wife to have any interaction with those monsters. Still, her determined gaze eventually convinced Bright McIntosh, who had no choice but to obediently unload the wooden barrel from the cart and carry it on his back as they headed toward the fortress together.

By the time the couple arrived at the fortress on the mountain, the sky had already darkened. However, the torches lit on the city walls almost illuminated everything around, and there were noticeably more guards than usual. Although they didn’t know what had happened, the two ponies still summoned their courage and approached the main gate, where Bright Mac addressed the vigilant guard:

“The Tidelord wants the apple juice; it was just brewed today.” The two guarding otters merely lowered their heads slightly, looking at Bright McIntosh and Pear Butter like two statues, seemingly indifferent to the disrespectful tone of the little pony speaking. After a while, one of the guards finally opened the gate, apparently waiting for another otter to arrive.

“Follow me, and don’t wander around.” The otter left only a cold remark before turning and heading toward the castle, and the couple exchanged a glance before hastily following.

“Why are there so many guards all of a sudden?? Did something happen??” Walking through the corridor, they saw several waves of armed otter guards coming and going. Pear Butter couldn’t help but look back, but McIntosh quickly admonished her:

“I don’t know, Buttercup, quick, turn back!! Don’t look around.”

“Oh.” Although she replied affirmatively, Pear Butter still used her peripheral vision to scan every figure that darted past her. They reached a corner and saw a cloaked pony-like creature resembling a pony pass by in front of them. It was termed ‘pony-like’ because it was enveloped in black, and the only discernible sound was the unique hoofbeats it made while walking on the ground.

“I think we’ve arrived; are you sure we want to do this??” Bright McIntosh quietly asked his wife again, looking at a large door ahead. She merely turned back and gave him a sweet smile without further explanation. Bright McIntosh swallowed hard and could only follow behind, praying internally that nothing would go wrong. But when the otter pushed open the door, the two ponies were taken aback because behind this door was not the lord's hall but a simple storage room.

“Move the apple juice inside and then leave.”