Pear The Lies

by DamyGlazer

Rating: everyone
Tags: Adventure, Slice of Life, Sad, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Pear Butter, Starlight Glimmer
Length: 7818

AppleBloom had hard time to accept her mother after knowing that she faked her death

Apple Bloom has spent years under the protective care of Shadow, an enigmatic alicorn who raised her after the tragic loss of her parents. Haunted by dreams of a mysterious apple tree and a gentle voice calling her name, Apple Bloom feels an unexplainable yearning to uncover the truth about her past. With Shadow’s reluctant blessing, she sets out on a journey that leads her back to Sweet Apple Acres, and to a shocking discovery her mother, Pear Butter, is alive.

The reunion, however, is anything but joyful. Consumed by anger and betrayal, Apple Bloom struggles to understand why her mother let her believe she was gone. In the wake of their painful encounter, Shadow enlists Starlight Glimmer, a mare with her own experience in redemption, to guide Pear Butter toward mending the wounds of the past. While Pear Butter faces the difficult path of earning back her daughter’s trust, Shadow cares for a heartbroken Apple Bloom, offering her the stability and wisdom she needs to confront her emotions.

As the bonds between them are tested, Apple Bloom must decide whether she can find it in her heart to forgive and whether a family torn apart by secrets can ever truly heal.

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Published 2024-11-02 17:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-11-04 11:26:21 UTC

Chapter 1: The Guardian's Story

Apple Bloom awoke to the gentle sound of rain tapping against the roof of her cottage, a familiar melody that echoed through the misty morning. As she opened her eyes, she caught the faint glow of dawn slipping in through the window, casting a soft, muted light over her room. Everything felt warm, cozy, and protected, a feeling she had come to associate with life here with her guardian, Shadow.

Stretching her legs, Apple Bloom climbed out of bed, her hooves making a soft clop against the wooden floor. Outside, the world was shrouded in a thick, comforting fog that wrapped around the trees like a woolen blanket. Apple Bloom glanced out the window to see the outline of Shadow’s garden, the small patch of herbs and vegetables they tended together in their quiet slice of the world on the edge of the Everfree Forest. Even in the fog, she could make out his tall figure moving silently among the plants, his dark wings tucked neatly against his sides, his mane a soft, starry veil in the early light.

She took in the scene for a moment, smiling to herself before heading into the kitchen. There, the smell of Shadow’s herbal tea drifted through the air—a mix of lavender, chamomile, and a hint of something she couldn’t quite place but found soothing nonetheless. Apple Bloom knew the routine well enough: every morning, Shadow was up early, brewing tea and tending to the plants before she was awake. It was his way, his rhythm, and after all these years, she’d grown accustomed to it.

Just as she was pouring herself a glass of water, she heard Shadow step back inside, the door clicking shut behind him. He was a quiet presence, almost ghostly in the way he moved, and Apple Bloom often felt as though he belonged more to the forest shadows than the world of ponies. Still, for all his mystery, he was warm and gentle with her, and she trusted him implicitly.

“Mornin’, Shadow!” Apple Bloom greeted him cheerfully, looking up with a bright smile.

Shadow’s gaze softened as he looked at her, though his expression remained as reserved as ever. His deep, stormy blue eyes held a warmth that only she was privy to, a hidden gentleness he rarely showed to others. “Good morning, Apple Bloom. You’re up early.”

Apple Bloom grinned, hopping up onto one of the stools at the kitchen counter. “Couldn’t sleep much longer. It sounded like the rain was callin’ me.” She paused, watching him pour a steaming cup of tea. “You know what I dreamed about?”

“Let me guess,” Shadow replied, setting her tea down with a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Apples?”

Apple Bloom laughed, nodding. “How’d ya guess? It was about this huge apple tree—bigger than any I’ve ever seen! And it had apples of every color, like a whole orchard on one tree.”

Shadow chuckled softly. “With a heart as tied to the orchard as yours, I’d be surprised if you dreamed of anything else.”

As they sipped their tea, Shadow’s gaze drifted to the window, his expression thoughtful, though Apple Bloom knew better than to press him. There were layers to Shadow, like the rings inside an ancient tree. Sometimes he would seem lost in memories, staring into the distance as if he could see something beyond the horizon that she couldn’t. It fascinated her, though it also made her wonder what kind of life he had lived before coming to care for her.

Apple Bloom knew the basics of her story, though it was a little blurry around the edges. She remembered Sweet Apple Acres, of course, and the days spent playing in the orchard with her siblings and Granny Smith. But after her parents were gone, something had shifted. For reasons she couldn’t fully remember, she had left the farm with Shadow, and ever since, he had taken her in, raising her on the outskirts of Ponyville. Sometimes, when she thought back to her earliest days, she would get flashes of faces—kind eyes, soft smiles—but they seemed like dreams, not quite real.

“So, what’s on the agenda today?” she asked, setting her teacup down and perking up. “Got any big plans for us?”

Shadow tilted his head, considering. “I thought we might start with the garden. The rain last night means the ground will be soft—perfect for pulling weeds.” He gave her a small, knowing look. “And after that, perhaps we could go for a walk down by the stream. It’s been a while since we’ve checked on the wild herbs.”

“Sounds good to me!” Apple Bloom hopped off the stool, already bounding toward the door. “Race ya to the garden!”

The morning slipped by with the simple, satisfying rhythm of tending the garden. Shadow moved quietly among the plants, his horn glowing faintly as he gently nudged some of the seedlings that had sprouted overnight. Apple Bloom worked beside him, her hooves digging into the damp soil as she pulled up weeds and checked the tomato plants. She had a knack for gardening, and she loved watching the plants grow from tiny seeds into flourishing vegetables.

Shadow paused beside her, his gaze thoughtful as he watched her work. “You’re becoming quite the little gardener, Apple Bloom,” he remarked.

Apple Bloom beamed, wiping a smudge of dirt from her cheek. “Thanks! I learned from the best.” She looked around their small patch of land, her mind drifting to the grand orchards of Sweet Apple Acres. “Someday, I’m gonna grow a garden just like the farm. Maybe even bigger!”

At the mention of Sweet Apple Acres, Shadow’s expression softened, though a hint of sadness flickered in his eyes. “Your family would be proud of the work you’re doing,” he said quietly. “You come from a line of ponies with green hooves.”

Apple Bloom’s ears perked up, her curiosity sparking. “You think so? You think they’d be proud?”

Shadow nodded, his gaze distant for a moment. “I know so,” he replied, his voice filled with a conviction that left her feeling warm inside.

They worked in companionable silence for a while longer, with Apple Bloom occasionally glancing over at Shadow, her mind wandering to questions she rarely dared to ask. She knew Shadow wasn’t like other ponies. He didn’t fit in with the hustle and bustle of Ponyville, and his magic felt different, more ancient and powerful than the spells she’d seen unicorns use. The other ponies in town regarded him with a mixture of awe and caution, often whispering about him when they thought Apple Bloom couldn’t hear. But to her, he was simply Shadow—her guardian, her protector, her family.

Once they had finished in the garden, Shadow suggested they take a break and enjoy the cool breeze by the stream. As they walked, Apple Bloom noticed how the forest seemed to come alive around him. Birds chirped softly from the trees, and small animals watched from the underbrush, as if they sensed something in him that made them feel safe.

They reached the stream, a quiet, winding ribbon of water that cut through the woods. Apple Bloom splashed her hooves in the shallow end, giggling as the cool water tickled her legs. Shadow sat nearby, his eyes half-closed, a faint smile on his face as he watched her play. Though he was reserved, she could always tell when he was happy. It was in the way his shoulders relaxed, and the way his gaze softened.

“Shadow?” Apple Bloom asked, looking over at him as she dipped her hoof in the water.

“Yes?”

“Do you… do you ever wish things were different?” She paused, trying to put her feelings into words. “Like, maybe that we were part of a big family, livin’ in a big house with lots of ponies?”

Shadow was silent for a long moment, his gaze drifting over the water, his thoughts unreadable. “There is nothing I wish for more than your happiness, Apple Bloom,” he said at last, his voice low and filled with a depth she couldn’t quite grasp. “But remember, family is not only the ponies we are born to. It’s the ones we choose to keep close.”

Apple Bloom thought about this, her heart swelling with a mixture of emotions. She missed her family—the parts of them she could remember, anyway—and yet, Shadow was right. He was her family, the one who had cared for her and kept her safe when she needed it most.

They spent the afternoon by the stream, gathering wild herbs and talking about the plants they found. Shadow knew the forest like the back of his hoof, and he taught her how to identify different herbs and their uses. She listened intently, soaking up his knowledge like a sponge, knowing that every lesson he shared was a piece of himself.

As evening fell and they made their way back to the cottage, Apple Bloom felt a contentment settle over her. She loved her life with Shadow, the quiet routines they shared, and the bond they had forged. And though there was a small, lingering ache in her heart for the family she barely remembered, she felt safe, knowing that Shadow was there beside her.

When they finally settled in for the night, Shadow read to her from one of his old books, his voice deep and soothing as he wove tales of ancient heroes and magical lands. Apple Bloom listened with wide eyes, her imagination painting vivid pictures of daring quests and brave ponies who had ventured to far-off lands. Shadow had an almost magical way of telling stories, his voice weaving images so real she could almost feel the wind and smell the scent of distant fields. He told her of unicorn wizards who could make stars fall from the sky, of pegasi who rode storms, and earth ponies whose strength could move mountains. Though he rarely shared much of his own story, Shadow’s tales hinted at a world much larger and more mysterious than the one she knew.

Apple Bloom yawned as she snuggled into her blanket, her mind drifting between the adventure in the story and the coziness of her bed. “Do ya think I could go on an adventure someday?” she asked, her voice soft with drowsiness.

Shadow closed the book gently, marking their place with a ribbon. “Someday, perhaps,” he replied, looking down at her with that familiar, quiet warmth. “But for now, your adventure is here, in the things you learn and the life you build.” He hesitated, then added, “Every great journey begins with understanding oneself, Apple Bloom. When you know who you are, you’ll know where you’re meant to go.”

Apple Bloom gave a sleepy nod, the weight of his words settling over her like a warm blanket. She didn’t fully understand what he meant, but his tone was comforting. Shadow’s words always seemed to carry more meaning than she could grasp, and yet, somehow, they made her feel seen and safe.

As her eyelids grew heavier, she drifted off to sleep, feeling Shadow’s gentle presence watching over her. It wasn’t long before she found herself back in that familiar dream, the one she’d had many times before—a tall apple tree with branches stretching endlessly into the sky, its apples gleaming like jewels. She reached out, as she always did, feeling an ache in her heart that she couldn’t quite explain. It was a good ache, a warm one, a feeling like the memory of a hug from somepony she’d never met but missed all the same.

In the dream, the tree’s leaves rustled in a soft breeze, carrying a whisper that made her feel safe and comforted. It was like the voice of somepony she’d once known, though she couldn’t quite place it—a voice that was both familiar and distant, like a memory just out of reach. “Apple Bloom…” the voice would call, soft and tender, and Apple Bloom would wake with the feeling that she was not alone, though she never saw who spoke to her.

When she awoke the next morning, the sun was shining brightly through the window, casting a warm, golden glow across her room. She sat up, stretching her legs and rubbing her eyes as the dream faded away like mist. The ache from the dream still lingered, but it was softened by the bright morning and the smell of breakfast drifting from the kitchen.

As she trotted out of her room, she found Shadow preparing their morning meal—oat porridge with honey and fresh berries they’d picked together just the day before. Apple Bloom couldn’t help but grin as she hopped up onto the stool at the kitchen counter.

“Good mornin’, Shadow!” she chirped, her cheeriness undimmed by the remnants of her dream.

Shadow turned, his expression warming at the sight of her. “Good morning, Apple Bloom. Did you sleep well?”

“Mm-hmm! Had that dream again,” she admitted, stirring her porridge with a thoughtful frown.

Shadow’s gaze grew serious, and he regarded her with an intensity that always made her feel like he could see straight into her thoughts. “The one with the apple tree?”

Apple Bloom nodded, swirling her spoon in the porridge. “Yeah… it feels so real, like I could reach out and touch the tree. And there’s always that voice… like somepony I know, but can’t remember.”

Shadow was silent for a long moment, his eyes distant as he listened. Finally, he said, “Dreams are often windows to parts of ourselves we don’t yet understand. Sometimes they show us things we long for, or memories we’ve forgotten.”

“Do ya think it’s somepony I used to know?” Apple Bloom asked, her gaze curious and open. “Or maybe… maybe somepony I’ll meet someday?”

“Perhaps,” Shadow replied, his voice soft. “Dreams can sometimes hold traces of things we’ve lost, or things we’re searching for. The heart has a way of guiding us, even when we’re asleep.”

Apple Bloom took this in, chewing thoughtfully as she mulled over his words. The dream had been with her for as long as she could remember—though it never changed, it always filled her with a sense of longing she couldn’t quite explain. But in Shadow’s presence, the ache lessened, as if he understood it in a way even she didn’t.

After breakfast, they decided to head to Ponyville to stock up on a few supplies. Apple Bloom loved these trips; while she mostly kept to herself and Shadow, she enjoyed the occasional stroll through town, where she’d sometimes see her old friends and catch up on the latest gossip.

As they walked along the forest path, Apple Bloom noticed how the townsponies still watched them from afar, their eyes wide with curiosity—and sometimes a touch of fear—when they caught sight of Shadow. He had always been a subject of whispers and rumors, a mysterious Alicorn who lived on the edge of the Everfree Forest with powers no one fully understood. Though his demeanor was gentle, his mere presence made others wary, and Apple Bloom could sense the way they regarded him.

As they passed through the marketplace, Apple Bloom noticed her friend Sweetie Belle waving from a stall filled with sweets. “Hey, Apple Bloom!” Sweetie Belle called, trotting over with a warm smile.

“Hey, Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom replied, giving her a quick hug. “It’s been too long! How’s everythin’ been?”

Sweetie Belle beamed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Oh, everything’s great! Rarity’s been teaching me all about gem-finding spells. You should come by sometime—Scootaloo and I miss you!”

Apple Bloom’s smile faltered for a moment as she glanced back at Shadow, who was waiting a few steps away, giving her the space to catch up with her friends. She knew he wouldn’t mind if she spent more time with Sweetie Belle and the others, but there was a part of her that felt tethered to him, like she couldn’t leave his side for too long.

“I’d love that,” she said finally, her smile returning. “Maybe I’ll come by next week. We can have a sleepover, just like old times!”

Sweetie Belle grinned, giving her another quick hug. “I can’t wait! It’ll be just like when we were fillies.”

As they continued on their errands, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but feel a strange pull between two worlds—the quiet, peaceful life she shared with Shadow and the bustling, lively world of Ponyville and her friends. It was as though she stood between two paths, each calling to her in a different way.

Shadow seemed to sense her inner turmoil, and as they left the marketplace, he placed a gentle hoof on her shoulder. “It’s natural to feel torn,” he said quietly, his voice as steady and reassuring as ever. “We all have parts of ourselves that belong in different places. But in time, you’ll find the balance that feels right for you.”

Apple Bloom looked up at him, her heart filled with gratitude. Shadow always seemed to know just what to say, as if he could see the thoughts swirling in her mind before she even spoke them. Though he remained a mystery to her in many ways, his understanding and kindness were constants she could rely on.

As they made their way back to the cottage, Apple Bloom felt a renewed sense of peace. Whatever her dreams might mean, and whatever future lay ahead, she knew she wasn’t alone. Shadow was there, guiding her, protecting her, and giving her the strength to face whatever came next.

That evening, as they sat by the fire and Shadow read her another story, Apple Bloom found herself drifting off to sleep once more. She felt the warmth of the fire, the steady sound of his voice, and the comforting weight of his presence by her side. And in her dreams, she returned to the apple tree, reaching out once more for the voice that whispered her name—a voice filled with love, patience, and a promise she felt but couldn’t yet understand.

To be continued

Chapter 2: The Lies Bind

The sun was dipping low in the sky, casting long shadows over the clearing where Apple Bloom and Shadow were gathering firewood. The air was thick with the scent of pine, and the forest was alive with the quiet rustle of animals settling in for the evening. As Apple Bloom stacked the last of the wood, her mind wandered, drawn once more to that familiar dream—the towering apple tree, with its branches stretching endlessly toward the heavens, apples of every color glowing in the sunlight. And that voice… a voice so soft and tender, calling her name.

She’d never told Shadow the full extent of her dreams, not wanting to burden him with questions she wasn’t sure he could answer. But tonight, something felt different. There was a pull inside her, a tugging at her heart that was both comforting and unsettling.

“Shadow,” she began, her voice quiet, almost hesitant.

Shadow looked over, his dark blue eyes focused intently on her as he set the last piece of firewood onto the stack. “Yes, Apple Bloom?”

“Do ya think…” She paused, fidgeting with her hooves. “Do ya think that voice in my dreams could be… my ma?”

Shadow’s gaze softened, but his expression was unreadable. “Dreams often carry traces of things we long for, Apple Bloom. But remember, dreams and reality are often worlds apart.”

Apple Bloom chewed her lip, her heart hammering in her chest. She had felt the pull before, but tonight it was almost impossible to ignore, a yearning that had been growing stronger each time she dreamed of that apple tree. “Shadow,” she said firmly, “I think I need to know. I… I need to find out if she’s really out there.”

Shadow’s expression grew troubled, his wings folding tightly against his sides. “If you feel this is something you must do, then I won’t stand in your way,” he replied, his voice heavy with caution. “But remember, Apple Bloom, sometimes the answers we seek are not the ones we wish to find.”

Apple Bloom nodded, taking in his words, though the burning curiosity inside her couldn’t be soothed. “I understand, Shadow. But I need to know the truth.”

Shadow’s silence was his answer, and with his quiet blessing, she set off, following the strange, invisible pull that had guided her for so long.

The journey to Sweet Apple Acres felt surreal, the landscape both familiar and distant. Apple Bloom hadn’t been back to the farm in years, and as she approached the sprawling orchard, memories flooded her mind—memories of playing among the trees with her siblings, of Granny Smith’s cooking wafting from the farmhouse, and of her father’s deep, comforting voice.

But the biggest memory was of her mother, Pear Butter. She could almost see her now, humming softly as she worked, her soft yellow coat and bright orange mane glowing in the sunlight. That was the mother she remembered, the mother she had been told was gone forever.

But as she entered the orchard, her heart racing, a familiar figure emerged from the trees. Apple Bloom froze, her eyes wide as she took in the sight before her. It was Pear Butter, unmistakably alive, her face filled with a mix of hope and sorrow.

“Apple Bloom…” Pear Butter’s voice was soft, but it carried, echoing through the stillness of the orchard. She took a tentative step forward, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Apple Bloom stood rooted in place, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might break. She didn’t know whether to run to her mother or to scream. The sight of her mother—alive, whole, and so close—felt like a dream, one that might shatter at any moment.

“M-Mama?” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Her hooves trembled as she took a hesitant step forward.

Pear Butter nodded, her tears slipping down her cheeks as she smiled. “It’s me, sweetie. I’m here.”

Apple Bloom’s eyes filled with tears, but they were hot with anger rather than joy. “How could ya?” she choked out, her voice trembling. “How could ya let me think you were… gone?”

Pear Butter’s smile faltered, and she took a step back, her expression filled with regret. “Apple Bloom, I… I thought it was the best thing for you. There were reasons… reasons I can’t fully explain…”

“Can’t explain?” Apple Bloom snapped, the words spilling out of her in a torrent of hurt and betrayal. “Do ya know what it was like? Growing up thinkin’ my ma was dead? How could ya stay away?”

Pear Butter’s face crumpled, and she lowered her gaze, unable to meet Apple Bloom’s accusing stare. “I didn’t want to, Apple Bloom. I didn’t want to leave. But I thought it was the only way to keep you safe.”

Apple Bloom’s anger burned hotter, her vision blurring as she took another step forward. “Safe from what, Mama? Safe from the truth? From knowin’ you chose to leave us?”

Pear Butter’s silence was answer enough, and Apple Bloom felt something inside her shatter. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, imagining a joyful reunion, the relief of finally having her mother back. But now, standing here, all she felt was anger—anger at the lies, the secrets, and the years of pain that could have been avoided if only her mother had been honest.

“I didn’t want you to grow up in fear,” Pear Butter whispered, her voice barely audible. “I thought… I thought it was best for you to be with family who could give you a stable life.”

Apple Bloom let out a bitter laugh, her voice laced with resentment. “Stable? Ya think growin’ up thinkin’ my own ma was dead was stable? I had nightmares, Mama. I spent years wonderin’ if it was somethin’ I did, wonderin’ if maybe you were out there, if maybe you’d come back…”

Pear Butter’s face twisted with pain, and she reached out a trembling hoof toward Apple Bloom. “I’m so sorry, Apple Bloom. I never meant to hurt you. I thought… I thought you’d be better off.”

Apple Bloom recoiled, stepping back and shaking her head. “Better off? Ya think I’m better off not knowin’ my own mother? Do ya have any idea how much I needed ya? How much I looked for ya in my dreams, hopin’ you’d come back?”

The words hung heavily between them, a raw and painful silence settling over the orchard. Pear Butter’s face was a mask of sorrow, but Apple Bloom couldn’t find it in herself to feel sympathy. Not now. Not after everything.

She took a shaky breath, her voice softening, but her anger no less fierce. “I thought… I thought if I found ya, I’d finally feel whole. But all I feel right now is hurt.”

Pear Butter’s shoulders slumped, and she wiped at her tears, her voice breaking as she spoke. “I know, sweetie. And I’m so sorry. I know I can’t change the past. I can’t undo the hurt I caused. But please… please give me a chance to make things right.”

Apple Bloom looked away, her heart aching with a mixture of anger and sorrow. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, but now that it was here, all she wanted was to run back to Shadow, back to the quiet, steady life they had built together. Shadow had been the one to care for her, to comfort her in the dark, to listen to her dreams without judgment.

“I… I don’t know if I can forgive ya, Mama,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Maybe… maybe I shouldn’t have come lookin’ for ya after all.”

Pear Butter’s face crumpled with despair, but Apple Bloom couldn’t bear to look at her. Without another word, she turned and ran, her hooves pounding against the earth as she fled through the orchard, her heart breaking with every step. She ran blindly, her vision blurred by tears, her mind a storm of emotions she couldn’t untangle.

By the time she reached the edge of the orchard, she was exhausted, her legs shaking as she came to a halt, gasping for breath. She looked up, her heart pounding as she spotted a familiar figure waiting in the shadows, his dark wings folded and his gaze steady.

Shadow stepped forward, his presence a soothing balm against the whirlwind inside her. “Apple Bloom,” he murmured, his voice calm and steady.

Apple Bloom stumbled forward, collapsing against him as she let out a choked sob. “I found her, Shadow. I found my mama… and I hate her for it.”

Shadow wrapped a gentle wing around her, holding her close as she cried. He didn’t speak, didn’t try to soothe her with empty words. Instead, he simply held her, his presence as steady and reassuring as the earth beneath her hooves.

In his embrace, Apple Bloom felt the storm inside her begin to quiet, though the ache in her heart remained. She knew the road ahead would be long and painful, filled with questions she wasn’t sure she wanted answered. But for now, with Shadow by her side, she felt just a little less alone.

Chapter 3: Path of redemption

The days passed in a thick, tense silence at Shadow’s cottage. Since her painful encounter with Pear Butter, Apple Bloom had withdrawn, retreating into herself, barely speaking a word to Shadow. The heartbreak of realizing her mother’s life had been hidden from her had left her feeling hollow, the warmth of her old life with Shadow feeling colder, harder to embrace.

Shadow, sensitive to Apple Bloom’s pain, did not push her to talk. Instead, he offered quiet companionship, his presence steady and reassuring, allowing her to grieve in her own way.

But while Apple Bloom remained in the cottage, struggling to understand her feelings, Shadow sought a different solution.

He summoned Starlight Glimmer, a close friend and powerful unicorn who understood redemption better than most. Starlight had walked the painful path of regret herself, finding a way back from her own mistakes to become a force for good in Equestria. Shadow believed Starlight could help Pear Butter confront her own choices and hopefully, redeem herself in Apple Bloom’s eyes.

Starlight arrived at the cottage late one afternoon, the glow of dusk casting long shadows across the room. She found Apple Bloom by the hearth, staring absently into the flames, her expression distant and her eyes weary with unspoken pain. Shadow greeted Starlight in a low voice, and together, they stepped outside to speak in private.

“Thank you for coming, Starlight,” Shadow said, his tone somber as he looked back through the window at Apple Bloom. “She’s hurting, more than I can reach. And I believe only her mother can truly help her heal. But Pear Butter… she’s bound by her own regrets. She needs guidance.”

Starlight nodded thoughtfully, her expression one of quiet determination. “I understand, Shadow. I’ll do what I can. Redemption is never easy, but if Pear Butter truly wants to mend things with Apple Bloom, then I’ll help her face the mistakes she made.”

Shadow looked at her with gratitude. “Thank you. I know how much experience you have with these journeys. I just ask that you approach her with kindness, as I know you will.”

With a last look at the cottage, Starlight set off toward the apple orchard where Pear Butter had been staying, her heart resolute.

Pear Butter was tending to a small patch of wildflowers near her temporary shelter when Starlight found her. Her mane was tied back, but she still looked worn and haunted, a mare weighed down by years of sorrow and regret. She glanced up as Starlight approached, her eyes guarded but curious.

“Hello, Pear Butter,” Starlight began, offering a warm, nonjudgmental smile. “I’m Starlight Glimmer. I’m here on behalf of Shadow. He thinks we might be able to help each other.”

Pear Butter’s shoulders tensed, a flicker of shame flashing across her face. “You’re here to talk about Apple Bloom,” she murmured, her voice tinged with sadness. “I imagine you’re disappointed in me, too.”

Starlight shook her head. “I’m not here to judge you, Pear Butter. I know what it feels like to make choices you later regret. But I also know that facing those regrets—really facing them—is the only way to heal. For you and for Apple Bloom.”

Pear Butter looked down, her expression pained. “I… I don’t even know where to begin. How do I look her in the eye after all these years? After letting her think I was dead? I thought it was the only way to keep her safe… but I realize now how much I hurt her.”

Starlight stepped closer, her tone gentle. “That’s a question only you can answer, Pear Butter. Redemption doesn’t come from erasing the past; it comes from owning it and being there for the ones you love, no matter how hard it is. Apple Bloom deserves to hear the truth. She deserves a mother who’s willing to face her mistakes.”

Pear Butter nodded slowly, a glimmer of hope mixed with fear in her eyes. “But how can I even begin to make things right with her? I can’t just expect her to forgive me.”

Starlight smiled softly. “You’re right. Forgiveness isn’t something you can expect or force. It’s something you have to earn. And sometimes, it means simply being there, even when they don’t want you to be. Apple Bloom is hurting, but if she sees you’re genuinely willing to take responsibility, it might give her the courage to forgive.”

Pear Butter’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she nodded. “I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever it takes to be a mother to her again… if she’ll let me.”

Starlight placed a gentle hoof on Pear Butter’s shoulder. “That’s a start. Now, let’s work together on finding the strength you need for this journey.”

Meanwhile, back at the cottage, Shadow watched over Apple Bloom as she slept, her small frame curled up under the thick blankets. He could see the furrows of worry etched into her brow even in sleep, her dreams still haunted by the encounter with her mother.

In the quiet of the evening, Shadow sat beside her, murmuring softly. “You’re not alone, Apple Bloom. No matter what happens, I’m here with you.”

The next morning, Shadow tried to ease Apple Bloom back into her routines, knowing how much comfort she drew from their daily activities together. They went about their chores in the cottage garden, tending to the herbs and vegetables they had planted together. Apple Bloom’s silence was palpable, but Shadow didn’t push, sensing she needed space.

As they worked, Apple Bloom finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “Shadow… did ya know? About my mama bein’ alive?”

Shadow paused, setting down his tools, his expression pained. “I did, Apple Bloom. And I’m sorry I kept it from you. I only wanted to protect you from more pain.”

Apple Bloom looked away, her shoulders slumped. “I don’t know if I can forgive her, Shadow. She… she just let me think she was gone all these years. She didn’t want me enough to stay.”

Shadow gently placed a wing around her shoulders, pulling her close. “I understand, little one. What you feel is natural, and it’s okay to be angry. Pear Butter has her own regrets, and she wants to make amends… but whether or not you let her back into your life is your choice.”

Apple Bloom nodded, her gaze distant. “I just… I wish things could go back to the way they were. Before all this.”

“I know,” Shadow murmured softly. “Change is hard. But sometimes, healing requires facing those things that hurt us most. You don’t have to decide anything right now. Just know that whatever you choose, I’ll support you.”

As the day wore on, Shadow continued to stand by her side, allowing her to grieve, to rage, and to find comfort in the small, familiar things they had built together.

Starlight and Pear Butter worked tirelessly over the next few days, Starlight guiding Pear Butter through moments of doubt, helping her to accept that true redemption would mean being vulnerable, honest, and patient.

“There will be days when it feels like Apple Bloom will never forgive you,” Starlight told her one evening as they walked through the orchard. “But if you’re truly committed to being there for her, even when it’s hard, you’ll eventually find a way forward. Just remember, you’re not only doing this for her; you’re doing it for yourself as well.”

Pear Butter took a deep, steadying breath, nodding. “Thank you, Starlight. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to fully make up for the hurt I caused her, but I’ll try. I’ll try with everything I have.”

In time, Pear Butter became a quiet presence in Apple Bloom’s life, never pushing, never demanding forgiveness. She simply began showing up, helping around the orchard, caring for the land that had once been her home, hoping that one day, Apple Bloom might see her sincerity.

Apple Bloom noticed her mother’s efforts from afar, but her heart was conflicted. She wanted to hold onto her anger, to keep her walls up. Yet, as she watched Pear Butter’s steady, unyielding commitment, a flicker of warmth began to bloom in her chest.

Shadow, too, noticed the change, quietly encouraging Apple Bloom to follow her heart, to forgive herself for the anger she held, and to allow herself the chance to heal.

Each night, Shadow offered her gentle reminders. “Love is patient, Apple Bloom. It’s not about forcing yourself to forgive; it’s about giving yourself the time and space to feel. And when you’re ready, you’ll know what to do.”

And slowly, as the days turned to weeks, Apple Bloom’s anger began to soften, the hardened edges of her heart loosening, bit by bit, as she allowed herself to consider the possibility of forgiveness—not just for her mother, but for herself.

By the end of the chapter, Apple Bloom isn’t fully ready to forgive Pear Butter, but she begins to open up, showing a small willingness to confront her pain. Pear Butter remains steadfast, with Starlight by her side, encouraging her to stay patient and to focus on earning Apple Bloom’s trust rather than expecting immediate forgiveness. And with Shadow’s quiet support, Apple Bloom finds the strength to begin considering a path toward healing.

Chapter 4 (Finale) : Fire and Forgiveness

Dawn crept softly over the quiet landscape, casting a warm glow across Shadow’s cottage. The first light of day seeped through the trees, illuminating the forest in delicate shades of gold and green. Inside, Apple Bloom sat alone by the window, her face bathed in the soft glow as she stared into the distance, her mind as restless as the shifting leaves outside.

She had barely slept, thoughts of her mother swirling through her mind, tangled with memories, old wounds, and questions that she wasn’t sure she wanted answers to. Pear Butter was alive, but after their reunion, she felt no joy, only confusion, anger, and an ache that she couldn’t seem to soothe. It was as if her heart were being pulled in opposite directions.

Outside, in the early morning stillness, Shadow and Starlight stood side by side, their gazes locked as they spoke in low, serious tones. Each had sensed the torment that Apple Bloom was struggling with, and both were determined to help her through it, no matter how difficult it might be.

Starlight watched Shadow carefully, her eyes reflecting the concern she felt. “She’s carrying so much pain, Shadow. It’s like a wall she’s built up inside herself. And Pear Butter…” She hesitated, a flicker of empathy passing over her face. “I don’t know if she even believes she deserves to be forgiven.”

Shadow nodded slowly, his gaze thoughtful. “They’ve both been through so much. Apple Bloom’s hurt is deep, and Pear Butter’s regret runs just as deep. I think… I think they’re both afraid of opening themselves up to even more pain. But if Apple Bloom’s ever to find peace, she needs to understand. They both need a chance to face the truth, no matter how painful.”

Starlight’s gaze softened. “I know what it’s like to carry regret like that,” she said quietly. “Sometimes, the hardest part of redemption is forgiving yourself. I’ll help Pear Butter, and together, we’ll help Apple Bloom find her way.”

As they spoke, Apple Bloom stepped outside, looking at them with eyes clouded with doubt and sorrow. She took a hesitant step toward them, her voice a soft murmur. “Shadow… Starlight… I think I’m ready. Ready to hear her side of the story. I… I need to know why she left. Why she let me think she was gone.”

Shadow looked at her, his expression filled with pride and understanding. “It takes courage to face what hurts us most, Apple Bloom. And remember, whatever happens, you’re not alone.”

Starlight placed a reassuring hoof on Apple Bloom’s shoulder. “Your mother’s waiting for you in the orchard. She’s ready to tell you everything. This won’t be easy, but you’ll have us by your side if you need us.”

Apple Bloom took a shaky breath, feeling a swell of gratitude for their support. Without another word, she started toward the orchard, her heart pounding with each step.

The orchard stretched before her in the soft light, rows of apple trees standing silent and still. Near the center of the grove, Pear Butter waited, her head bowed as if bracing herself for the pain that lay ahead. When she looked up and saw Apple Bloom approaching, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope, fear, and regret.

Apple Bloom came to a halt a few steps away, her heart heavy. She looked at her mother, really looked, and saw the lines of sorrow etched into her face, the way her shoulders sagged as if under the weight of an invisible burden.

For a long moment, neither spoke. Finally, Apple Bloom broke the silence, her voice a fragile whisper. “Why, Mama? Why did ya leave us? Why let me think you were gone forever?”

Pear Butter’s gaze dropped to the ground, her face crumpling with sorrow. She took a steadying breath, her voice trembling as she began. “Apple Bloom… I owe you the truth. I know I can’t undo the hurt I caused, but you deserve to know why I made the choices I did.”

Apple Bloom’s heart ached as she listened, each word chipping away at the anger she had clung to for so long.

Pear Butter looked up, her eyes filled with pain. “It happened one autumn when your Pa and I went to Manehattan. I didn’t know it at the time, but there was a fire breaking out in the building next to ours. Before I knew what was happening, there were flames everywhere.”

Apple Bloom’s eyes widened, her breath hitching as she took in her mother’s words. She could feel the fear in Pear Butter’s voice, the rawness of a memory she had kept buried for so long.

“Your father… Bright Mac… he didn’t hesitate for a second,” Pear Butter continued, her voice breaking. “He ran back inside, through the flames, to find me. He saved my life, Apple Bloom. He pulled me out… but he… he didn’t make it. The building collapsed before he could get to safety.”

Pear Butter’s voice choked with tears, and she looked away, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Apple Bloom felt her own tears slipping down her cheeks as she absorbed the weight of her mother’s words.

“Pa… he died savin’ you?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Pear Butter nodded, her face etched with grief. “Yes. And afterward… I was lost, Apple Bloom. I couldn’t bear the thought of facing you, of looking into your eyes and seeing his sacrifice. Every time I looked at you, I felt the guilt, the shame. I thought… I thought you’d be better off without me.”

Apple Bloom’s chest tightened as she listened, a fierce ache blooming in her heart. She thought back to all the nights she had spent wondering, dreaming, hoping that her mother would come back. And now, finally, she understood the depth of the pain that had kept Pear Butter away.

She took a shaky breath, her voice filled with both sorrow and anger. “Mama… do you know what it was like? Growin’ up thinkin’ my own ma was gone? Do ya know how many nights I spent wonderin’ if it was my fault, if I’d done somethin’ to drive you away?”

Pear Butter’s face crumpled, her voice breaking as she spoke. “I know, Apple Bloom. I know I failed you. And I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, but I let my fear and guilt blind me to what you needed. I thought leaving was the best thing I could do, but… I was wrong.”

Apple Bloom’s anger softened, replaced by a raw, painful understanding. She could see now that her mother’s absence had not been out of indifference, but out of a grief so deep that it had nearly destroyed her.

Starlight, who had been listening quietly, stepped forward, her voice gentle. “Pear Butter, redemption isn’t about erasing the past. It’s about facing it, accepting it, and working to make amends. And Apple Bloom, forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting. It’s okay to feel hurt. It’s okay to feel angry. But it’s also okay to let go of some of that pain, bit by bit.”

Shadow placed a comforting hoof on Apple Bloom’s shoulder, his voice steady and reassuring. “Take your time, Apple Bloom. Let yourself feel everything, without holding back. Whatever you decide, we’ll be here for you.”

Apple Bloom looked up at her mother, her heart raw and open. She saw the years of pain in Pear Butter’s eyes, the remorse that had haunted her every day since the tragedy. Slowly, hesitantly, she took a step closer.

“Mama… I needed you so bad,” she said, her voice trembling. “I needed ya every day, and I couldn’t understand why you were gone. But… I can see now that you were hurtin’ too. I don’t know if I can forgive you fully, not yet. But… maybe we can start fresh.”

Pear Butter’s face filled with hope, and she nodded, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ll be here, Apple Bloom. I’ll be here every day, if you’ll let me. I’ll work every day to earn your forgiveness, no matter how long it takes.”

Apple Bloom took another step forward, her heart pounding as she closed the distance between them. Slowly, she leaned into her mother’s embrace, feeling the warmth of Pear Butter’s presence for the first time since she was a filly. Pear Butter held her close, her own tears falling as they clung to each other, letting years of hurt and longing melt away in that single moment.

In the days that followed, Apple Bloom and Pear Butter began to rebuild their relationship, one small step at a time. Pear Butter returned to Sweet Apple Acres, dedicating herself to the farm and to mending the broken pieces of her family. Each day, she worked alongside Apple Bloom, their bond growing stronger as they shared quiet moments among the apple trees.

Shadow and Starlight continued to support them, offering guidance and encouragement as they navigated the difficult path of forgiveness. Shadow, in particular, was a steady presence for Apple Bloom, his quiet wisdom helping her find peace with

As the sun dipped low on the horizon one evening, casting a warm golden glow over Sweet Apple Acres, Apple Bloom and Pear Butter sat together under the old apple tree that had become their refuge. The silence between them was comfortable, a quiet testament to the healing that had slowly taken root. Apple Bloom leaned against her mother, feeling the steady rhythm of Pear Butter’s heartbeat, no longer clouded by anger or sorrow. She knew the journey hadn’t been easy and that scars would always remain, but for the first time in her life, she felt whole. The orchard around them seemed to hum with peace, a gentle reminder that even the deepest wounds could one day blossom anew. With Shadow and Starlight’s quiet strength supporting her, Apple Bloom knew she could finally look to the future with hope, her family’s love wrapped around her like the roots of the old tree—deep, enduring, and strong.

Author's Note

Welcome to the end of Pear The Lies, We've recently have alot fun together after reading this redemption journey, in the end their journey of making memories has been joyfull together..