MLP: Friendship is Forgiving Part 1

by ThatGuyOnTheInterweb

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Dark
Length: 11555

A high ranking stallion is sent on forced leave by Princess Celesita after a violent argument with Shining Armor after the Royal Wedding. Celestia hopes her faithful student and her friends can help this stallion through the power of friendship.

There is an ongoing war between the Changelings and Equestria. A stallion by the name of Tough Spirit has quickly risen through the ranks while gaining a plethora of experience. He ended up discovering the threat on Canterlot for the Royal Wedding and was appointed by Princess Celestia to advise Shining Armor on security protocol. Armor claimed Spirit's safety precautions took away some of the citizens' freedoms. Spirit argued that freedoms wouldn't count for much if they weren't properly protected until the threat was over. After the near disaster, Spirit was furious with Armor for not taking all of his advice, which escalated to violence. Princess Celestia saw that Spirit had spent too much time on the front to see the error of his choices, so she sent Spirit on forced leave to Ponyville in hopes her faithful student and her friends could remind Spirit why he joined and what he should be fighting for.

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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-06 20:53:54 UTC

Chapter 1: Nightmares and Reality

The sky was shrouded in an overcast of clouds near the border of Equestria and the Changeling Territory. The two sides have been warring over border disputes, each conflict escalating the violence. A wide, dried-up creek bed separated the two Armies. Each side is dug in and plotting their next move. No living creature dared to traverse the no pony's land in between. None, except for the brave ponies fighting for their country. The chilly Autumn wind swept across the Equestrian lines. Three squad leaders, an Earth Pony, Unicorn, and Pegasus, were gathered around a fire. The rest of their squads were sitting in their trenches closer to the front line.

“The weather is only going to get worse. Winter is coming.” Commented the Earth Pony, trying to strike up a conversation. His green eyes were fixed on the fire. Like most Earth Ponies, he had a strong build with broad shoulders and muscular legs. His blue hair didn't provide much of a barrier against the cold for his body. His dark blue mane didn't keep the heat in as well, since it was Army regulation to keep it trimmed. The cold steel of his helmet felt like ice against his skull.

“Don't remind us, Duke,” replied the Unicorn. “What I wouldn't give to be one of those Guard Ponies.” He rolled his brown eyes at Duke. The Unicorn then turned his attention to his dirt-covered white hair, and brushed the dirt out of his black mane, “At least then we wouldn't have to worry about the cold or rolling in the dirt.” He was much shorter in height and had narrow legs lacking sizable muscle, but his powerful magic made up for it.

“Flare, you mean those weekend warrior ponies?” remarked the gray Pegasus, “Did you also decide to turn in your stallion card?” The Pegasus was still cleaning his wings that seemed to be too massive for his short body, but he made good use of them.

“Yeah, being cold and unclean is in our job description.” Added Duke.

“Oh Skies, you're just mad at yourself for not joining the Guard. Maybe then that scar wouldn't be on your face, and the pretty mares would warm up to you.”

Duke snickered.

Skies glared at Flare. He removed his helmet revealing the disfigured skin on the left side of his face that his hair slightly covered, scar across his left eye, and the patches of his red mane that won't grow back. His age was much more visible with a few wrinkles appearing around his eyes. He was the oldest in the entire platoon, one of the few fathers with a wife and children at home. He growled, “You guys are really going to go there.”

Flare apologized, he forgot that Skies hasn't mentioned the injury in any of his letters home. “I'm sorry Skies, I didn't mean anything by it. Your wife will think nothing less of you when she finds out, just remember she loves you for who you are. Why else would she marry and have a colt with you.”

A smile slowly appeared, signaling Skies had accepted the apology and forgave Flare for the comment. It was really out of place anyway being that Skies was a married Pegasus.

“Cheer up Skies. Besides, you can be my wingman any day.” Joked Duke.

Skies snorted, “Duke, you NEED the help. Remember that mare that backhoofed you while we were on liberty in Manehatten?” Skies quoted what Duke had said just before the incident, “I got this guys, *hic*, I'll have this hottie eating out of my h—*hic*—oof in no time!” Skies imitated the staggered walk Duke did after having seven too many ciders.

Duke's smile vanished, and Skies and Flare broke out laughing while reminiscing on the old memory. Skies suddenly stopped as his eyes caught something behind the other two. Duke and Flare noticed Skies looking past them and turned to see the lieutenant trotting up to them from the rear. He was a tall Earth Pony with brown hair that shined despite the overcast and a black mane with a medium cut. Officers could grow out their mane. His eyes gleamed a bright yellow-orange as he confidently strode toward his troops.

“Lieutenant Spirit, sir, how do you manage to keep yourself clean out here on the lines?” Humored Duke.

“Unfortunately, as an officer I have to spend more time in that command tent instead of being out here with my troops, Sergeant.” Spirit replied.

Flare cracked a smile, “Let me guess, command wants us to hurry up and wait some more?”

Duke and Skies chuckled, but Spirit was not amused by the joke.

The Sergeants looked at each other, and Skies spoke up first, “So we're finally going to assault, assuming the 12-25th Wing took out the magic artillery.”

"We all knew the attack was coming, but we had hoped the 12-25th would pull through on their end of the attack; they didn't. Only half of their magic artillery was taken out, our sector being one of the  many unaffected."

Duke cried out up, "Sir, command still wants us to assault with the magic artillery still intact? We're totally exposed on that bed. We'll be decimated once we get close!"

"Calm yourself Sergeant Duke,” Lieutenant Spirit quickly responded,  “We can take them out."

"You have a plan, sir?" asked Flare.

“For our sake, you better hope so.” Duke added.

Sergeant Skies was silent. He is focused solely on the mission to come. He had a hunch that his squad would be the one to take it out.

"Yes, now listen up, here's the OPORD."

The OPORD, or Operation Order, contained critical information that every soldier must know in order to successfully complete the mission at hand. The sergeants stowed their worries of the impending assault and gave all attention to the lieutenant.

Lieutenant Spirit began, "Situation: Approximately 60 enemy Changelings are entrenched at the other side of the bed. Their morale is good, and will fight back if engaged. Mission: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd squad will assault the enemy position and push the enemy off the creek and through the Rocky Ridge Pass. Execution: Time now is 1513. Assault will commence at 1600. Sergeant Skies, you will initiate the charge and lead 1st squad to take out the magic artillery with a fly-by flanking maneuver. Speed is key. You will be covered by 2nd squad, lead by Sergeant Flare, that will take cover behind the rock in the middle of the creek and provide suppressing fire. Sergeant Duke and 3rd squad will assault with 2nd squad and break off once 2nd squad makes it to the rock and commences suppressing fire. 3rd squad will continue to charge the enemy lines in wedge formation. Once 3rd squad makes it to the enemy lines, 2nd squad will lift fire and assault. Sergeant Flare, it is imperative that your squad keeps any changelings from taking off and intercepting 1st squad, and from attacking 3rd squad during their charge. Even if Sergeant Skies can get a clean shot to the magic artillery, there is still a good chance the enemy will launch a few magic shells. Be prepared to hit the deck and the first sight of incoming. Service Support: All wounded will be taken behind the rock or back to the trenches for treatment. Command: I will be assaulting with 3rd squad.” Spirit paused and looked at his sergeants, “Any questions?"

The sergeants answered in unison, “No, sir.”

As seasoned veterans, they were well familiar with the OPORD and can execute it without a problem. Satisfied, the lieutenant gave the order to fall out. The sergeants went to their squads to inform their subordinates of the impending assault. Sergeant Duke hesitated, but continued toward his squad. Lieutenant Spirt noticed and called to the sergeant.

“Duke, is there a problem?”

The sergeant hesitated once again, but reluctantly gave in, “Lieutenant Spirit, sir, I—it's just—”

Spirit interrupted, “Duke, we go all the way back to basic training. Spare me the courtesy. What's wrong?”

Duke cracked a smile and continued, “Tough Spirit, we've been through a lot, and your leadership has yet to falter—but what's troubling me is the magic artillery. You know as well as I do that even a few shells can inflict heavy casualties. Do you honestly think my squad, your platoon, can take that?”

Spirit understood Duke's worries. Magic artillery was a very effective and deadly weapon. The shells didn't have a concussive force, but there were loud like thunder from lightning and bright as the sun. They temporarily deafened nearby ponies. What made the shells so deadly though was the magical bolts that shot in every direction upon detonation. At close range, the bolts pierced any armor or magical shield and cut through the body like a knife through warm butter. If that didn't kill the pony, then the electrocution that followed did.

Tough Spirit paused, then sighed, “This is one of those times where I applied every tactic, looked at every possibility, and analyzed every outcome, but in the end, all we can do is hope that they miss their mark. It's not wise to rely on an unknown variable that will determine the result, but we have a job that needs to get done.”

Duke was silent.

“I promise you this old friend: we will make it through this same as always—together.” Spirit added reassuringly.

Duke smiled and raised his right hoof up to a salute, “No matter what happens, it's been an honor serving with you, sir.”

Spirit returned the salute, “Likewise, old friend.”

Duke fell out to inform his squad. Spirit turned and gazed at the Changeling lines with dismay and uncertainty, and he thought to himself.

It's only a matter of time...

…

The sky was still overcast. The cold breeze has picked up strong gusts and swept across the barren creek bed. Other than the rustle of the nearby bushes and trees, all was quiet. The Equestrian soldiers gathered at their lines in preparation for the attack. The time of assault was almost upon them. The soldiers, both green and veterans alike, were tense and unsure of the outcome. When the time came though, fear, worry, anger, all emotions would be set aside to accomplish the mission at hand. That's how they were trained and taught according to the warrior ethos:

I will always place the mission first.

I will never accept defeat.

I will never quit.

I will never leave a fallen comrade.

Then, like a lightning bolt in the dead of the night, the order was given, “CHARGE!”

Sergeant Skies yelled and his squad took off in formation, darting toward and past the opposing lines. The Changelings were startled, but they quickly gathered themselves and rose to intercept the Pegasi. Flare and 2nd squad by now have reached the rock and commenced firing. The Changelings caught in the open air were shot down by 2nd squad and their barrage of magic. First squad had the clean shot to the magic artillery, but a few shells were still launched.

“Hit the deck!” Was all Spirit had time to yell to warn his troops. All of 3rd squad fell to the ground, hoping the shells would miss there mark, all except one. The detonation occurred in slow motion when Spirit saw Duke still charging. The explosion released a bright light that forced Spirit to glance away, and the boom made his ears ring. Duke was struck by multiple bolts, and once the electrical current was grounded, he fell. Spirit could not see nor hear, but he could feel his friend crumple and fall toward the ground. When Spirit could finally look, his eyes were wide with terror. He saw his ally, his friend lying lifelessly on the ground. Spirit was so stunned and astonished that Duke tried to continue his charge, that he didn't notice two other soldiers hit. Duke was a combat veteran. He should have knew better.

“Corporal Blaze, continue the assault!” Commanded Lieutenant Spirit to another pony. He rushed over to his fallen friend. He was still alive.

“Spirit,” Duke coughed, “What happened? Will I be alright?”

The lieutenant saw the extent of his wounds, appearing to go through his chest and abdomen. The was no way he would survive. The fact Duke was able to speak, let alone had a heart that was still beating, is nothing short of a miracle.

“You're going to be fine.” answered Spirit. He was lying. Blood was filling Duke's mouth and leaking out of his body. He was choking while trying to gurgle his last words. Even if he was rushed straight to a field hospital, the chances of survival would still be slim. Spirit wouldn't give up in any case, but he needed to find a medic.

“ALL ABOARD!”

The lieutenant was dumbfounded. What did he say? The medic sprinted up to Spirit and asked, “Sir, did you call for a ALL ABOARD!”

The battlefield suddenly began to fade away, the creek bed, rock, and the sky all vanished. The medic was gone and Spirit was alone with Duke in the eternal darkness. Duke looked up at Spirit and uttered his final words that Spirit will never forget:

You promised.

Then, just like everything else, Duke vanished. He looked around at the empty void that surrounded him. He was alone.

Spirit jolted awake on a bench in the Canterlot station. He looks around to find ponies leaving the platform and boarding the train while waving goodbye to their loved ones. The train's whistle blew and the conductor gave another last call to board the train.

“ALL ABOARD!”

“These dreams are beginning to feel too real.” said Spirit, quietly commenting to himself. He remembered how the attack was a huge military success. He gained the land the Changelings had took in a purge to break the Equestrian lines. His troops penetrated far enough and held their position to create a gap in the Changeling's lines for more soldiers to pour through and take out the remaining magic artillery in a massive battalion flanking maneuver . Spirit was even awarded two medals and promoted on the spot. He wouldn't hesitate to give it all up to have his friend back.

He glanced down at his watch and noticed the train is 3 hours late. Forget about being on time, he'll be lucky if he arrived it to appointment before the office closes. He gathered his belongings and boarded the train as it lurched forward. His ticket was punched and he grabbed a seat next to the window. Nopony chose to sit with him.

He tried to stay awake for the remainder of the ride, but after the wedding fiasco, he was too tired to ward off his drowsiness. He tried to reason and convince himself to stay awake. He would be able to get plenty of rest during his forced leave. Spirit still resented Princess Celestia for siding with Shining Armor. Only Princess Luna understood him, but she was overruled. If there wasn't such a large division between the Equestrian Army and Guard, then maybe this dispute could have been avoided. On the other hand, Shining Armor should listen to Spirit, a seasoned veteran who dealt with Changelings for years, when he advised Shining Armor on security protocol instructions.

There are two halves to the Equestria's military, The Army and The Guard. The Guard consists of two branches The Regular Guard which protects Equestria from internal threats, and the Royal Guard which protects Canterlot and Royalty. There are three branches to the Equestrian Army: the Ground Forces, Air Forces, and Naval Forces. Their job is to protect Equestria from external threats. The Army is always on the front lines, and kept there. There is a constant rotation of Army ponies in and out of the lines, but leave never seems to be long enough. The Guard always stays in the cities, they haven't been pressed into combat on the battlefield for many years. Only during a full scale war are Guard ponies pressed into service on the front. Therefore, the Army grew a resentment of the Guard for calling themselves soldiers, the same title given to Army ponies, but not seeing a moment of action.

Eventually, Spirit gave in. The train seat was so much more comfortable than the bench, and the clickity clack of the railroad track slowly lulled him to sleep.

Chapter 2: Nightmares and Reality (cont.)

WHACK! Spirit was punched across the muzzle by a Changeling Captain. He tried to move out of the way but he was bound to the chair by rope and held in place by a Changeling Grunt. WHACK! KICK! SMACK!

“Sssso, Major Tough Sssspirit, quite a title! Let'ssss put it to the tessst. I will stop this senseless beating and free you only if you give me the information I need.” hissed the Captain.

Spirit replied, “Major Tough Spirit, Equestrian Ground Forces, Service No. 8, 3—”

WHACK! KICK! SMACK! The same hits were dealt again.

“I had it with your ussselesss banter!”  Shouted the Captian. “We know you're planning a massssive counter-offenssssive. When, where, how! Ansssswer me!”

Spirit began to repeat his last statement, but was once again met with a flurry of punches and kicks. Spirit would never break, not only because it's in his name, but he knew the information would guarantee the attack to fail and many more of his fellow soldiers would die if he gave in.

“You impresssss me Major.” Conceded the Captain, “You threw away any care you have for yoursssself in order to ssssave otherssss. How touching. Let'ssss see how you fare when the life of your comrade issss put on the line...” The Changeling Captain pauses, “And only you can ssssave him.”

Two more grunts trudged into the room dragging a white Equestrian Unicorn behind them. He was severely beaten and was swaying in and out of consciousness. Blood ran down and soaked his bruised and swollen face and caked his silver mane. He obviously had taken many shots to the ribcage as well and suffered broken ribs. Not to mention his left hind leg was snapped. The Colonel was still able to recognize him immediately, though not from facial recognition—it was too disfigured—but by the look in his eye. The unicorn was Private First Class Silver Shine. Even through he had taken an astonishing amount of torture, the unicorn still burned of desire in his glowing orange eyes. The desire to always fight for the just cause. Major Spirit had long lost this desire he once had. Anger and revenge has taken it's place since Duke was killed in action.

Tough Spirit met Silver Shine on a routine check of the front line. It seemed everypony was low in morale. It had been raining for three days and temperatures approached freezing. If a pony wasn't suffering from some sickness, then they would be soon. Spirit was accompanied by, now Lieutenant Skies when he came across Silver Shine who was smiling in spite of it all.

“Soldier!” Major Spirit called, “What is your name?”

“Sir, Private First Class Shine, sir!” The soldier replied.

“How are you feeling?”

“Sir, I feel good and ready to fight, sir!” PFC Shine replied.

“So you're not cold, wet, and tired?”

“Sir, no sir! If you asked me, I'd say it's the middle of July, and I'm sun bathing, sir!”

Major Spirit Chuckled, “I like you're spirit, soldier. It reminds me of my own. Keep this up, and you will take my place.”

“Sir, yes sir!” The private loudly replied with pride.

Spirit paused for a moment. He noticed his conversation was drawing the attention of nearby soldiers, so he asked another question, “Do you have a family at home?”

“Uh, yes sir?”

“Tell me about them.”

“Yes, sir. I have a mother, father, and a little brother.” Confused, Silver Shine stopped.

“Go on.” Spirit said inquisitively.

“Well, like all overly loving parents, they were upset when I joined the Equestrian Army, but I felt a duty to serve my country and protect the ones I love. In the end, they're very proud of me. My little brother wanted to follow in my hoofsteps—Celestia bless him—but I made him promise not to. He's too smart. Just wait and see, Shining Bright will be the next Start Swirl The Bearded!”

Silver Shine was in Lieutenant Skies' platoon. Hinting on Spirit's plan to raise morale, Skies added in. “Talking of your little brother again, private? My son could fly on his own when he was only one year old! You don't see me bragging how he'll be the next great Wonderbolt, though he will be.”

A couple soldiers chuckled.

Another Unicorn also spoke up, “My cousin could cast a teleportation spell when she was only a few months old, but it was every time she sneezed.”

The group started laughing together. Joyful conversation and warm laughter filled the lines on a gloomy and cold day. One pony's ability to keep a positive outlook has spread like wildfire across the soldiers. Walking away, Tough Spirit wished with all his heart that Silver Shine would make it home, that he would not be another casualty in a long and drawn out war. He had a good heart and spirit and was driven to be his best for all of the right reasons. The world needs more ponies like Silver Shine.

Now, Silver Shine is brought to Spirit beaten, bloodied, and unable to even stand.

“I have a new deal. The nexssst words out of your mouth better be what I need to hear or elsssse...” Threatened the Captain.

Tough Spirit paused for what seemed like an eternity. He looked into Silver Shine's eyes. Spirit could tell Silver Shine was ready to die for his brother in arms and protect his family, by the reassuring smile he painfully brought across his face. Spirit couldn't be more proud of that pony in the face of death. There is no way he could let Silver Shine die though, but he couldn't give away the sensitive informaion; He wouldn't. Spirit tried to buy some time by lying.

“Two weeks from now, four battalions, at the Rocky Ridge Pass, two will run a frontal assault and draw your troops out of their position while while the other two flank. With the ridge in our possession, we can run a pincer movement on your main force.”

Tough Spirit's eyes locked with Silver Shine. Silver Shine eyes were filled will disappointment and hate. He was unaware it was a lie.

The Changeling Captain screamed, “You're lying! We have intel that there issss only two Battalionssss in that area, and thesssse reportssss are NOT wrong!”

Spirit quickly thought of a counter, “Two more will arrive shortly, within days.”

The Captain called his bluff again, “In thissss weather?! This blizzzzard hassss halted all travel. Any and all travel hassss slowed to a crawl! In this case, we sssshould then have at leasssst a month to prepare. Thissss is another lie!” He paused and gathered his composure, “You can't fool me. Thisss issss your fault. You forsssed my hoof.”

“No! This is in violation of the Canterlot Convention!” Argued Tough Spirit.

“You're right, but I don't ssssee a court here, now do I?”

“No!”

Tough Spirit kicked and squirmed, but could not free himself. He watched helplessly as an ax was raised above Silver Shine's head. Silver Shine was still staring at Spirit with anger. Silver Shine didn't know what to believe. What he saw though, was a selfish pony sacrificing the life of hundreds just for one. Spirit looked at Silver Shine for the last time. The desire in his eyes were gone; hatred and betrayal had abruptly taken it's place. Spirit felt a vast emptiness in his stomach, and guilt filled the void. He managed to destroy one pony's hope in justice—his belief in what's right—in a split second and, worse yet, just before his death. Spirit wanted to fix it; he wanted to explain everything, that he was lying to try and save him. The ax began to fall.

“NOOOOO!” Screamed Tough Spirit, jumping out of his seat.  The passengers and train workers looked at him bewildered. Once again, he had mistaken his nightmare for reality. One of the workers hesitantly spoke up and said:

“You don't have to get off here at Ponyville.”

Quickly, Tough Spirit reclaimed his equanimity and replied, “I apologize, but I do have to get off, I was mistaken that this was the wrong stop.”

The passengers and workers looked at each other and shrugged. These recurring nightmares have Spirit beginning to question whether rest was doing more bad than good. He quietly departed from the train and headed straight to town hall. He started to think about his time in captivity. He remember how enraged he was, how he managed to get free and the horrid things he did to escape. He was also able to espape with valuable intelligence on the Changeling's next move: the threat on Canterlot before the Royal Wedding. Once again, he was given another medal and promotion, and once again, he'd give it all away, just to save Silver Shine. It seemed every time Spirit pulled through for Equestria, he sacrificed a little bit of himself, his sanity and well-being. That was the job of a soldier though. Spirit shook his head trying to forget. He tried thinking about his mysterious new house, but to no avail.

What would my house look like?

I killed Silver Shine's dreams.

Would I have neighbors?

I let a Changeling kill Silver Shine.

Hopefully I can still obtain the keys from the mayor before her office closes.

It's all my fault.

Chapter 3: The First Few Steps

Spirit couldn't shake his negative thoughts, but at least he could see town hall was still open. Before he could enter, a pink pony jumped in front of him when he was only ten yards from the front door and took a deep breath of air.

“Oh my goodness are you new? You must be new! I haven't seen you before, so you are new, because I know everypony in Ponyville and I don't know you. Plus you're carrying bags, which don't look like normal bags you would take to the market, but not like luggage bags, but they seem to be carrying luggage, which means you just got here!”

Spirit could only imagine how many screws this mare must have lose, but managed to give an answer for her, “Ma'am. Yes, I'm—”

Her deep breath interrupted him, and he thought to himself: not again.

“If you're new, then you must have a welcome to Ponyville party. Everypony in Ponyville had a welcome to Ponyville party, including me. I'm the one that throws them, and I must say they're pretty awesome. It's not just me, even Rainbow Dash thinks they're awesome, and she's always awesome. In fact, I even made an awesome party for her meanie weenie friend Gilda, who totally ruined it, but it was still awesome because Rainbow Dash said so and—”

“Ma'am please take a breather and—”

“I know, I need to start planning the party now!”

Just as quickly as appeared she disappeared, running off somewhere to prepare for the party. Spirit thought who that strange pony was, but he remembered that he still needed to get his house keys before town hall closed. He continued where he left off before he was ambushed by that Pink Fury. He didn't realize, but that pony completely took his mind off his past.

Spirit arrived at town hall just as the mayor was locking up, “Mayor Mane I presume, I am—”

“Colonel Tough Spirit!” The Mayor cuts in, “T'is a pleasure, but I expected military personnel to be more... punctual.”

“I apologize Ma'am. The train was over 3 hours late. I rushed here as fast—”

“I understand! I guess military personnel also don't have much of a sense of humor either!” The mayor teased, “Now, don't worry about a thing. I'll get your keys right now, and please, just call me Mayor.”

“Thank you very much, Mayor.” He replied, a little confused.

“Oh, I almost forgot to mention a tidbit of bad news...”

Spirit looked at the Mayor and waited for her to continue. He could only think of Murphy’s Law: whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.

“The furniture that was supposed to be shipped here was somehow lost.”

Spirit was shocked, “How does a pony lose furniture!?”

“Well, I could think of one...”

Spirit was so puzzled, that he couldn't think of a response.

“Anyway, the important thing is though that you'll have your furniture by tomorrow evening.”

“What am I supposed to do tonight?”

“I'm sorry, but the inns are all filled—”

“That's alright, I'm a soldier. I'm used to these kind of scenarios. Heck, we used a helmet for our pillow. I'll manage.” Spirit knew where the Mayor was going and really, bed or no bed, he just wanted to go to his new home. It had been a long day for him.

“Oh, okay, but if you need anything else, please let me know, and welcome to Ponyville!”

“Thank you, but I'll be on my way.”

“You know where you're going?”

“Yes, directions were given to me before I left Canterlot. Goodbye Mayor.”

They both smiled and turned away, but Spirit's smile vanished as soon as he did and started walking to his new home. He could only think of the horrible the first few steps he had taken into Ponyville. First, he was attacked verbally by a pink pony, who failed to mention her name. He was sure if he ever needed to find her, that it wouldn't be hard at all. The Mayor was nice by lending out a helping hoof and tried to throw humor in, but Spirit wasn't in the mood. Then his furniture, most important of which a bed, managed to disappear in the mail. Spirit pondered on what pony could the Mayor could possibly think of that had the ability or inability to lose furniture. Besides, he wouldn't have felt any more rested with a bed than without one all thanks to his recurring nightmares. Maybe if he could find something to take his mind off it, then he could get a good night's rest. In an unknown town though, what could he possibly find?

Chapter 4: A Change of Heart and a New Start

Spirit exited town toward his home. It was located on the outskirts of town between some apple orchard and the Everfree forest. He was on the right trail seeing that he was next to an apple orchard bordered by a white wooden fence. Spirit found the orchard to be comforting. It reminded him of his home life before he left. He grew up on a farm growing corn. It was a long family tradition, and for many years he was happy being an only pony working with his father everyday from dawn until dusk. It all changed when he decided to join the Army. Spirit shuddered at the thought. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted an orange mare with a blonde mane and tail, and  wearing a hat struggled to pull with a wagon filled with apples. Spirit placed his front hoofs on the top of the fence, leaned over, and peered through the trees and it appeared the wagon was stuck. Spirit called out to the mare, “Excuse me, Ma'am!”

The mare looked around, trying to pinpoint where the voice came from until she spotted the stallion, “Howdy pard'ner! What can Ah do ya for?”

“Actually, I was wondering if you needed help, Ma'am!”

“Ah'm in a bit of trouble, .Ah reckon Ah could use a little help! Thank ya kindly!”

Spirit leaped over the fence and trotted over to the mare. “Good evening ma'am. I'm Tough Spirit, but please, call me Spirit.” Spirit felt it unnecessary to give his rank.

“Mah name is Applejack, so there's no need to call me “ma'am”. Ah bet your new to Ponyville judgin' by them bags and all. Plus, Ah haven't seen ya around town.”

Spirit thought to himself, does everypony know each other in this small town?

He responded, “Yes I just got off the train and I was heading to my new house.”

“Well then, welcome to Ponyville!Ah have a stand out in the market if you're ever lookin' for the best apples in Equestria. Ya know what? When ya through helpin' me, Ah'll give you a bucket of apples as a thank you.”

“That's very nice of you, but it's not necessary.”

“Ah insist, but first ya have to get this here wagon free.”

“No problem.” Spirit positioned himself underneath the wagon.

“What in tarnation are ya doin'?” Inquired Applejack.

“Well, seeing how the mud dried over part of the wheels, I'll lift it out to break the mud, and then we'll get it moving.” Sure enough, Spirit lifted the wagon and the mud cracked and the wheels broke free.”

“Well Ah'll be. Thanks pard'ner!” Applejack was surprised he could lift so many apples. As far as she knew, only Big Mac was strong enough to do that.

“It was nothing, but I have a feeling you've been stuck here a while. If I learned anything from my farm days in my colthood, it was staying in one place too long was never a good thing. What else do you need to do?”

Applejack glanced at the apple trees that still needed bucking and sighed, she didn't want to trouble Spirit with so much work, “Well, no, but Ah can take it from here.”

“How about this, I'll buck that row of apple trees while you drop off those apples, and I'll have the apples bucked and ready for pick up when you come back. I don't think you want to stay up all night, or wait until morning and have a full day of work. Did I also mention this is free of charge?”

“That's mighty kind of ya, but—” Applejack realized she never mentioned what she had to do and asked, “Wait, how'd ya know Ah need to buck those trees?”

Spirit shrugged, “Lucky guess when I saw you glanced at those trees. Plus, I don't think you can fit another apple in that wagon, so it has to go back to wherever you store the apples. Now I may have never bucked an apple tree, but I have farm colt blood in my veins. I'll catch on.”

Applejack didn't have much of a choice. She promised to teach Rainbow Dash how to lasso tomorrow. Rainbow Dash didn't want to be beaten again in that event by Applejack for the Iron Pony. Since Spirit insisted to help so much, Applejack figured that it wouldn't be a problem.

“Ah guess mah hooves are tied. Ah just didn't want to give you so much work. By the way, why are ya so eager to do this work? Apple buckin' aint easy.”

“Call me strange, but really you're doing a favor for me. I used to do work like this with my  parents all the time in my colthood. I don't see him much since...” Spirit hesitated, “Since I've been on my own, so this brings back good memories.”

Applejack smiled, “Ah know exactly what ya mean. Now, Ah'll be right back.”

Applejack started thinking about this new pony in town. He was very kind since he was so helpful, but she couldn't help but get the feeling that something was off. She didn't have a problem that he wanted to help to relive memories, but he seemed a little too eager. Applejack was so lost in thought that she didn't notice Big Mac started to walk beside her. Startled, she said, “Big Mac! Ah didn't see ya there. Have ya finished yer buckin' for the day?”

“Eeyup.” The simple Stallion replied. “Ah'm hopin' that yer also finished.”

“Well, no, the wagon got stuck in the mud, and I woulda still been there had it not been for a nice stallion who offered his services.”

Big Mac looked at the wagon wheels; he didn't see any mud. “Lil' sis', was the wagon stuck in the mud, or were ya stuck on the stallion?”

Applejack gave an inquisitive look at Big Mac.

“Applejack, is this stallion your coltfriend?”

Applejack came to an immediate halt. She was shocked and quickly retorted, “He's not mah coltfriend!”

Applejack picked up her trot.

Big Mac didn't seem to listen, “Ah shucks, mah lil' sis' is growin' up.”

“What? Are ya tellin' me Ah haven't grown up yet?” Responded Applejack with frustration.

“Nope. This is just the final step.”

“So you think Ah just now grew up?”

Big Mac paused, “Nope. Actually, ya will always be mah lil' sis'.”

...

The two siblings arrived at the barn, Applejack spoke first, “Ugh, Big Mac, don't start again with me. He's not mah coltfriend. End of story. Now help me unload these apples.”

Big Mac Chuckled, “Eeyup, just let me pull the wagon from now on.”

The two siblings finished unloading the apples and began their journey back to Spirit. They were expecting to help Spirit finish the row of apple trees, but they were astonished to see Spirit laid back and enjoying the sunset. All the buckets filled with apples ready to be transported.

Applejack's jaw dropped, “He bucked all them trees while Ah was gone?”

Big Mac placidly said, “Eeyup.”

“Ah, you're back Applejack, and you brought somepony with you.” Said Spirit now in an extra happy mood. He got up and approached the new stallion.

“Eeyup, Ah'm her brother, Big Macintosh.”

“It's nice to meet you Mr. Macintosh.” Spirit gave Big Mac a firm hoof shake.

“Call me Big Mac.”

“Well, let's get to it.” said Applejack. She was trying to get Spirit and Big Mac working so that Big Mac would be too occupied to try talking to Spirit. The last thing she wanted was the coltfriend ordeal to escalate, but Big Mac was persistent.

“Spirit, how long have ya been seein' mah sister?”

Spirit's eyes went wide with shock as he dropped the bucket he was lifting. He wondered how he drew this conclusion. Spirit had to answer him quickly, so his silence wouldn't confirm Big Mac's suspicions on its own.

“No, no, no, you have the wrong idea. I just met your sis—”

Big Mac interrupted, “And you're already going steady?”

“No! She's not my fillyfriend.”

“No! He's not my coltfriend.”

“Y'all need to give up the charade. Ah got y'all figured out.”

Applejack shot a glare at her brother, but he was too busy trying to suppress his laughter to notice. Applejack sighed, “At least this can't get any worse.”

A little yellow filly with yellow hair and a red mane and bow trotted toward, them. “Big Mac! Applejack! Supper's almost ready and Granny's—who is that pony!” The young filly paused and examined the stallion walking next to Applejack. Her imagination went wild. Gasping she asked, “Sis', who's you're new coltfriend? Will he stay for supper?”

“No, He's not my coltfriend!”

The small filly looked at Big Mac.

Big Mac winked, “Eeyup.”

Applebloom happily declared, “Ah knew it!”

Applejack stopped, sat down, and covered her face with her hat in embarrassment.

Spirit leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Oh come now honey, you wouldn't want to hurt your little sister's feelings.”

Applejack snarled back, “Gimme one reason Ah shouldn't knock ya outside your head? This is yer fault anyway.”

“I had nothing to do with this. Besides, you need to lighten up. I haven't had fun in years.”

Applejack was confused by his answer. She's picked up a couple subtle hints about this pony's past, but this is the strangest yet. 'Haven't had fun in years'? What did he mean by that? Before she could inquire about it, Spirit had already turned to Applebloom.

“And what's your name?” Spirit asked.

“Mah name's Applebloom. What's your name Mister Coltfriend?”

“My name is Tough Spirit, but Spirit is fine. It's nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Hey Applejack, will he stay for supper?” Applebloom asked again.

Suppressing her rage, “No Applebloom he'll leave as soon as we get back to the barn.”

Surprised, Applebloom went back to Spirit, “Won't you stay for supper?” Her puppy dog eyes as big as could be.

“How could anypony say no to that face?”

Applebloom, her face bright with joy, again went back to Applejack, and Applejack couldn't resist either.

“Alright, he can stay for supper.”

“I'll go tell Granny!” Applebloom excitingly exclaimed. She rushed off into the house.

Applejack sighed, “What did Ah get myself into... Ah'm beginning to question whether this was worth it.”

“I think it was worth it.” Replied Spirit.

Big Mac chimed in, “Eeyup!”

…

The apples were put away and Big Mac, Applejack, and Spirit went into the house to find Applebloom and Granny had already prepared dinner. The table was set with the nicest table cloth, fine china, and the widest assortment of apple related food. As a special touch, they even lit candles at the center of the table.

“Oh! What a handsome, young feller we have here! Applejack, you sure know how to pick 'em.”

Applejack at this point has given up and rolls her eyes, “Yep, I sure do.”

“Hello, I'm Tough Spirit. It's a pleasure to meet you.”

“I'm Granny Smith; the pleasure is all mine.” Granny Smith responded flattered.

“He likes to be called Spirit,” Applebloom added in.

Granny commented, “I wish I had more time. I would have gotten mah good dentures!”

“Ugh, can we get to eatin' already! I'm starved.” said Applejack, growing impatient.

“Right, right, let's all grab a seat and get to it” said Granny.

As an afterthought, Granny continued, “But Applejack, aren't ya going to tell us about yer coltfriend?”

Now that was Applejack's last straw. Once you mess with her apple eating time, all bets are off. Before she began, Tough Spirit instantly stepped in and said, “Let Applejack enjoy her dinner. She had a full day's work today, and has a full day planned tomorrow. She needs her strength, and I'll bet we're just about at her wit's end about this coltfriend ordeal with her family.”

“Ah fiddle sticks! There's no harm in that.” Granny protested, but she, as well as everypony else, left Applejack alone and a nice dinner started.

Granny asked where Spirit grew up and he decided to tell the happy story of his colthood.

He grew up on a corn farm growing corn. His father knew all the ins and outs of growing the best corn in Equestria. His mother knew all the ins and outs of serving up all of the best corn-related food in Equestria. Every morning his father would work with him to plant, grow, and pick corn, as well as maintain everything outside the house on the farm. His father taught him that hard work always paid off and that work that can be done today should never put off until tomorrow. He was grateful and proud of his son that worked hard everyday. Every afternoon, he would help his mother around the house, whether it was cleaning or cooking. She spoke softly and had a very gentle touch. Spirit always listened to her as she was very loving and caring. Spirit was very detailed in his colthood story, but once he got to where he left home he simply told the Apple family that he began to travel Equestria. The meal was finished by then, and neither Granny, Big Mac, nor Applejack pushed the subject; they were satisfied by the long story he gave, and it was late anyway. Applejack though, thought that he was very skimpy on the last few years of his life, and it stuck in her head as another suspicion about his past.

“Thank you for the meal. It was so delicious! I've never tasted apples this good; I think I'll pay a visit to your stand in the market real soon.

Granny started first, “Anytime handsome and Twas' nothin'! Just give me some warnin' next time. When Applebloom, came runnin' in hootin' and hollerin' about Applejack's coltfriend, I darn near had a heart attack! Mah little girl's first coltfriend and Ah'm about to serve up supper on the regular table, with all the regular fixins'? Not on mah watch!”

Applejack tried one more time, “Granny, he's not mah coltfriend.”

Granny poor hearing misheard Applejack, “What's a boyfriend? Never heard the word 'boy' before. Is that new youngster lingo?”

Applejack smacked her hoof against her face in disgust. She had been trying all day to convince  her family, but they still didn't understand. She couldn't tell if they were hard-headed or were only teasing.

Applebloom was next, “Bye Mr. Coltfriend, Spirit, sir! Y'all comeback now ya hear.” Applebloom noticed Spirit's cutie mark. It was five golden stars arranged in a pentagonal shape. “Spirit, if you grew up on corn farm, then what kind of cutie mark is that.”

Spirit noticed that Applebloom didn't have a cutie mark of her and the shimmer in her eyes suggested she was dying to know, “That, my little pony, is quite a story...” He paused, he didn't want to bring up a huge chunk of his life in the Army he failed to mention during dinner.

Applejack intervened, “It's getting' late Applebloom, we better let Spirit go home and rest. We don't want to keep him from getting' his rest. Besides, it's yer bedtime.” Little did Applejack know, if she hadn't spoke for Spirit, she could have some of the answers she was looking for.

Applebloom groaned, “But Applejack!”

“Off to bed Applebloom, your sister will be right behind ya.” Added Granny Smith.

Applejack escorted Spirit outside and to the entrance of Sweet Apple Acres.

Applejack joked, “Ah never thought getting help from a stranger would be so chaotic. Ah'm never goin' to do that again!”

They both laughed. Applejack continued, “All that aside, ya really did help me. Ah'm very grateful for that. Wait, here are your apples for all ya trouble!”

Spirit stopped her, “I couldn't accept this after you already fed me quite a delicious meal. You don't owe me anything. Besides, I caused you a lot of embarrassment.  The fact you didn't smack me across the face is a testament to your kindness and restraint.”

Applejack wasn't going to let Spirit leave without the apples, “No, Ah insist! You earned these apples and overall, ah enjoyed this night, as chaotic as it was.”

“Thank you very much! For the apples, for the fantastic dinner, but most importantly, for letting me help you.”

Now Applejack was really confused, so she asked, “Ah know ya been hidin' somethin' about yourself.Ya need to explain me this: first, ya claim ya haven't had fun in years. Then ya hesitate whenever ya bring up your parents. And just now, yer more thankful for being allowed to help with mah work rather than a delicious Apple family meal? Ya don't need to worry about your past here in Ponyville. We're quite the understandin' type of folk. Ya just have to trust me.”

"Dinner was delicious and enjoyable," Spirit began, "but doing that farm work reminded me of the good ol' days I remember with my parents. Then I left home." Spirit paused and sighed, he wanted to be give as much detail as possible, but keep the truth hidden. He feared that giving his military background would prompt Applejack to ask more questions, more questions that could lead to his dark past. The last thing he wanted was a relapse to his nightmares and dreary mood. Spirit didn't like lying, but he could hide the truth. "When I did, it was to search and find out who I really was, and to pursue my special talent." Spirit glanced down at his cutie mark, "My parents were against it from the start, but I had to find out who I was. Well, let's just say this, I've gained a variety of experiences. On one hoof, I found myself and gained new friends. On the other, I've made mistakes and lost my family."

Spirit looked down at the ground.

Applejack could see how hurt Spirit was, and didn't push it any farther. Instead, she decided to make her mends there and lifted his chin, "Look, Ah know how ya feel. If ya need a family to spend time with, Sweet Apple Acres is always open for ya."

Spirit smiled, "Thank you Applejack, I better be off now—"

"Oh no you don't! Ya ain't gettin' off that easy." Said Big Mac, trotting up from the rear.

Applejack stopped him, "Big Mac, for the last time, he's not mah coltfriend! And I'm ain't leavin' 'til you let him go home—"

Spirit interrupted, "Applejack, it's alright. This is where you get back at me for the whole coltfriend ordeal."

Big Mac was surprised, "Y'all really been playin' this charade fer too long."

"Alright, if ya say so..." Applejack left the two stallions by themselves.

Big Mac began approaching Spirit, "Alright buster, let me tell ya somethin'. My family is very important to me." Big Mac drew closer, he suddenly seemed much more intimidating to Spirit. "Applejack, Applebloom, and Granny Smith." Now their faces were only a few inches apart. Spirit was starting to worry. "For now let's talk about Applejack." Spirit tried to back up, but Big Mac bumped and pressed his head against Spirit's. Spirit just realized how large Big Mac was, now that Big Mac was so close and towering over him. "If ya hurt her in anyway, especially if ya break her heart, then Ah will break every bone in yer body. Ya hear?"

Spirit gulped, "Y--Yes... g--good night, Big Mac."

"Eeyup." Big Mac smiled victoriously. He was satisfied knowing he made his point loud and clear.

Spirit cracked a nervous smile and turned away to begin his lonely walk home. Spirit has seen the worst war had to throw at him, but never was he so nervous when Big Mac threatened him. Big Mac only wanted make sure his sister was safe, but it sent shivers down Spirit's spine. It was all in the look in Big Mac's eyes. He would do anything to protect Applejack. When a stallion's motive and drive were fueled by the things they hold closest to their heart, they were unstoppable. Spirit knew this all too well.

Spirit was almost home. His mind had completely switched to thinking about the old days of his youth he thought were long forgotten. The Apple family brought out the best memories Spirit had thought he locked away. He was surprised thinking about them didn't bring up the pain he normally felt like before. He took advantage of this and thought of the bright memories, from the countless hours of work he did with his father, to the warm dinners his mother cooked and conversations they shared. He stopped reminiscing and regained rational thought only when he closed the door behind him after entering his new home.

Some punishment! I haven't felt this good since...when I first met Duke.

He set his bags down  on the floor and used them for pillows. It reminded him when he spent two days trapped behind enemy lines with his old friend Duke. Their friendship strengthened tenfold in that situation. Never had they had to rely on one another so much, though they didn't have much of a choice; their survival was at stake. They had to watch each others' back, find their own shelter, water, ration their remaining meals, sleep on the ground, and use bags as their pillows. Normally, this would lead to another nightmare, but instead, he laid down without giving it a second thought.  He closed his eyes, smiled, and quietly uttered, "Good night ma, good night pa." and slept without a care in the world.

Chapter 5: One Brave Pony

Spirit shot straight up when he awoke. His internal clock shocked him awake after years of getting up at the same time to start the day. The only difference was that it was silent. There wasn't an alarm blaring to wake up everypony or somepony running down the hall yelling 'revelry'. Celestia has yet to bring the sun up, but light could be seen just over the horizon. Even though he was on leave and could do whatever he wanted to relax, he wouldn't. The Army's ritual was forever written in him, as if it was tattooed to his DNA, and the first thing they do everything morning was physical training or PT. Spirit anticipated the morning to be cool, so he threw on his PT jacket he had packed and stepped outside his home.

Spirit had mapped out his run before he left Canterlot. From his house, there was a trail that went between Sweet Apple Acres and the Everfree Forest. Then it hit a fork in the trail at which a cabin stood alone. Now knowing how these ponies seemingly all know each other, he was surprised to see another home on the outskirts of town all by its lonesome. The fork split the trail into the Everfree Forest and into town, while keeping alongside Sweet Apple Acres. The right trail led to a bridge over a river running through town. Sticking to the outside of town and crossing another bridge over the same river, the trail would pick up again bordering Sweet Apple Acres to complete the circle back to his home. With the map memorized in his head, he began his long run.

Spirit enjoyed early morning runs. The brisk morning air brushing against his hair and running through his mane was soothing. Since he wasn't on a base, he was the only pony up with the exception of the Apple family, but since they were on their farm, he was alone on his path. It was quiet, with only a gentle breeze rustling the trees and bushes that broke the perfect silence. Spirit felt at peace.

According to his planned map, Spirit should make a right and continue into town, but the Everfree Forest beckoned him with it's mystery. He always wanted to see first hand why this forest was so different. He heard stories of fearsome creatures that resided in the forest, but he shrugged if off as legend or myth. He had never seen these creatures in any forest he had been in.

Spirit turned left and began to approach the forest. He gave no attention to a small white bunny he passed, but then it suddenly jumped in front of him in an attempt to try to block his path. Spirit quickly maneuvered himself around the delicate bunny, almost stepping on it. He couldn't help but wonder what that bunny was trying to do. Spirit didn't want to slow down his workout, so he just shrugged it off and continued on his new path. The bunny shot an angry glare at Spirit as he trotted away. The bunny then ran off inside the tree cabin, up the stairs, and into the room where a gentle, light yellow mare, with a pink mane and tail, softly slept. The bunny preceded to jump up and down on the mare, but she remained sound asleep. The bunny violently slapped the mare on the cheek.

The mare squealed, "Angel! That wasn't very nice of you."

Angel didn't have time to play charades to explain. He simply grabbed the mare's face and directed her gaze outside the window where she caught the glimpse of a stallion running into the Everfree Forest.

The mare gasped, "Goodness, doesn't that stallion know how dangerous the forest is?"

Angel proceeded to nudge the mare out of bed.

"You're right, Angel. I'm going to go into the Everfree Forest and..." her voice began to trail off, "warn him..." She gulped, "of the danger he's in..." Her eyes went wide with terror as she uttered the worst part of the sentence, "by myself!"

The mare dove underneath her covers thinking of the monsters that were waiting for her in the forest. Angel walked up to her and kicked her off the bed. She fell to the floor with a thud. A spark of bravery was ignited yet again, "You're right again Angel! Somepony is in danger and they need my help!" It was quickly doused when she squeaked out, "Whether I like it or not."

She rushed down the stairs and slipped on a coat. She didn't really need such a thick coat; she just wanted a barrier between her and whatever she imagined running into in the forest. Before she exited her home she called to Angel, "You're in charge while I'm gone, Angel."

The bunny saluted, understanding her command.

The mare then asked, "Also, could you feed all the animals while I'm gone?"

Angel's jaw dropped.

"Thank you my little Angel!" The mare didn't realize Angel chucked a stool at her as soon as the door shut. The stool smashed into the door and startled the mare, who squeaked with terror, jumped, and hid in a nearby bush. She quickly regained herself remembering that she had to rescue a stallion in danger. She hopped back on the trail and trotted into the Everfree Forest accompanied by the look of horror on her face.

Spirit's run slowed into an easy trot as he took everything in. The exotic plants, a few parasprites, and the thick overgrowth. He was entranced that everything here was sustained by itself, but his trance was quickly broken as he heard a loud shriek of terror. It sounded feminine in nature and came from behind him, from where he had just traveled on the path. Spirit immediately turned around and sprinted to the source. The scream was getting louder as he approached the point of origin.

"I'm coming! Hold on, ma'am!" Shouted Spirit, hoping he would arrive in time.

He created mental images of the horrid monsters he heard of: Timberwolves, Manticores, and Dragons! He cut a corner off the trail, running through the thicket of the forest in an effort to save time. He jumped out of the brush ready for a fight, but what he saw stunned him. He saw the mare backed against a dead tree stomping her hooves at the ground, but there was nothing around even remotely frightening to Spirit.

Was this mare trying to get away from... her shadow? Thought Spirit to himself.

He gently called to the frightened mare, "Excuse me, ma'am?"

The mare closed her eyes, fell to the ground, and screamed again.

"Ma'am, please calm down!" Spirit tried to reason with her, "You are not in danger! We are the only two here!"

The mare opened her eyes and saw the stallion she saw entering the forest earlier.

"Oh thank goodness I found you!" The mare said with relief.  "You need to get out of here. It's, uh, very dangerous..."

Wait, I need to get out of here? What is she talking about? She was just trying to get away from her own shadow! Forget it, I need to get HER out of here... I'll play along, then.

"You're right! Are you coming with me, ma'am?" Said Spirit, faking a worried tone.

"Oh yes, I know exactly where to go!" She was happy that they were leaving immediately.

"Good, and by the way, what was your name, ma'am?" Spirit asked as they started to walk together.

"Oh, uh, my name is..."  He shy nature started to kick in now that she realized she was no longer in immediate danger and with a total stranger. Her voice was barely audible.

"I'm sorry, what what was that, ma'am?" Spirit asked again.

"Flutters..." She squeaked once more.

"One more time, ma'am?"

"I'm... Fluttershy." she finally said in quiet voice.

Her name explains it all...

"My name is Tough Spirit, I prefer Spirit though. It's nice to meet you." Spirit politely responded.

Fluttershy remained silent.

"Is that your home at the edge of the Everfree forest?" Said Spirit trying to start a conversation. He was hoping a casual conversation would warm her up to him.

"Erm... yes." Fluttershy whispered.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't here you. Could you please speak up?"

"Yes, that's my home." Squeaked Fluttershy.

It was barely audible to Spirit. He didn't want to deal with such frightened behavior for the entire walk back. Spirit turned to talk to Fluttershy in an effort to change her fearful deposition. "Fluttershy, please don't be so frightened, you have no reason to have any fear. If there is any danger in this forest, I'll protect you."

Fluttershy seemed to be a little comforted by his words. She nodded and asked, "Thank you, but, um, can we get out of here quickly? The sooner the better."

"Of cour—" Spirit stopped mid-sentence when he saw a pair of red eyes and heard a low growl coming from he bush directly behind Fluttershy. Whatever it was, Spirit could sense it was about to attack. Spirit shoved Fluttershy to the ground as a Timberwolf leaped out, fangs and claws out. Unfortunately, now Spirit was in the Timberwolf's way. It tackled Spirit to the ground and tried to clamp down on Spirit's throat. Spirit rolled through and kicked the Timberwolf into a tree directly behind him.  The Timberwolf shattered upon impact into small twigs and sticks.

Spirit stood up and turned to Fluttershy. She was frozen in place, petrified, her eyes wide with fear, and shaking terribly. She stuttered, "T-Timberwolfs n-n-never t-travel alone..."

She was right, more sets of read eyes appeared around them, and they slowly approached them from the forest and stepped onto the path. There was only one route of escape, but they needed to go, now. Spirit called to Fluttershy, but she seemingly ignored him, still frozen in place. She couldn't move on her own, so Spirit place his head under Fluttershy's stomach and lifted her onto his back. Fluttershy instinctively clung to Spirit's back and started screaming, and Spirit took off toward the exit of the forest. The Timberwolves gave pursuit. Spirit stayed on the trail, he knew the exit wasn't too far, but he needed to find somewhere safe. He exited the forest just as the sun was rising. He hadn't even noticed it until now, and if the fact that they were being chased by blood-thirsty monsters was put aside, the sunrise was very beautiful.

As Spirit was trying to concoct a plan to lose the Timberwolves, he saw the bunny that was trying to stop him from entering the forest. Now it was standing at Fluttershy's open front door, trying to direct them inside. Spirit hightailed it inside and bucked the door shut on one Timberwolf's head, trying to slip in, but smashed it. Spirit peered outside through a window and saw the headless body wander around aimlessly before finally collapsing. The other Timberwolves growled, and kept approached the house. One Timberwolf, the apparent leader, howled and returned to the forest. The others reluctantly retreated back with the leader.

It was safe, but Fluttershy still clung to Spirit's back. Spirit tried talking to her, reasoning with her that it was safe like before, but this time she would listen and let go. He proceeded to walk upstairs, all while Angel was also trying to help pry Fluttershy off Spirit, but to no avail. Spirit was going to put Fluttershy back to bed.  He was hoping she would let go when she felt her soft bed, but her balcony door was open. Spirit had a better idea. Spirit walked to the balcony and quietly spoke, almost whispering, to Fluttershy, "Hey, Fluttershy, don't look now, but there's a beautiful sunrise."

Spirit turned his body, so the warmth from the Sun's rays would shine on her face. It was just enough to break her trance of fear, as she gazed at the gorgeous scenery. The meadow that bordered the forest glistened as the Sun's light reflected off each drop of morning dew. The flowers became noticeably brighter as there were in full bloom. The light cast was at just the right angle to make the whole world bright, but not blinding. Fluttershy's muscles relaxed, and she slowly slid off Spirit's back. A smile appeared on her face. Her eyes grew large admiring the beauty; it even brought a few tears to her eyes.

She wiped her tears away and began to apologize, "I'm so sorry Spirit. I didn't mean to cause all of that trouble."

Spirit looked at Fluttershy with surprise, "Trouble? You saved my life! Had it not been for your bravery to go into that forest to warn me of the danger, I probably would've traveled to deep to escape those monsters."

Fluttershy blushed, but protested, "But, um, when the Timberwolves attacked, I froze, you saved me." Her gaze shifted toward the floor, and her smile faded away.

Spirit shook his head, "Fluttershy, there is a thin line between bravery and stupidity. Bravery and stupidity are both acts of stupidity, but bravery is for a good cause, such as saving somepony. We both did a stupid act, which was going into that forsaken forest, except mine was out of curiosity, while yours was out of concern. As the old saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. Besides, you have every right to freeze up. I was only able to act because I did not fully comprehend the amount of danger I was in."

Spirit knew he was stretching the truth. He could of handled those Timberwolves himself, but he owed Fluttershy for her good deed to warn him. The least he could do was make her feel better, even if it meant making up a nonsensical explanation to cheer her up. It seemed to work though. She lifted her head and her bright smile returned. "Really, I—I was brave?"

"Braver than most ponies I know."

Fluttershy suddenly remembered that she had somepony in her home, a guest! She started using her good pony etiquette. "I'm so sorry! Welcome to my home. How rude of me to not give you a proper welcome."

"Well, we didn't meet on a proper circumstance."

Fluttershy paused, "You're right, I don't think I've ever seen you around Ponyville. Are you new? I'm so sorry for not noticing before"

"We were in a forest surrounded by ravenous monsters. I think that's an exception to the rule when it comes to formalities and introducing oneself."

Fluttershy giggled, "Oh yes, but I still feel bad. I am planning to make breakfast, if you're interested."

Spirit chuckled, "I'm sorry, but I have to refuse. A kind pony family fed me last night, and if I take another meal, then I'll feel as if I'm taking advantage of the kind Ponyville citizens. Thank you very much though."

"Oh, okay then... Perhaps some other time, over lunch?"

"That sounds delightful, how about tomorrow?"

"Oh yes, that's okay with me."

"Thank you again for rescuing me. So long, Fluttershy!" Spirit turned toward the door.

"Oh, it was the least I could do. Good bye." Fluttershy called out as Spirit exited her home.

Spirit resumed his morning run after the minor hiccup in his routine. He was amazed that a pony as shy and timid as Fluttershy would trot into a forest she knows is dangerous. Spirit admired her personal courage. It's the same value that all soldiers have instilled within them. He then snickered at the thought of that gentle mare as a soldier.

Spirit finished his run without running into more problems. Now that the sun was up, he could finally get a good look at his house without it being shrouded in darkness. His home had only one floor and was styled similar to the buildings he had seen in town: painted tan, with brown paneling, and pink windows and front door. The only difference was the roof was not made of straw, but instead brown roofing tiles. He entered his home and was still a little unsettled by how bare it was. He stood in the hallway and put his jacket on a hanger in a closet across from the front door. The hallway led to a would be dining room with two large windows to his left, which connected to the kitchen. To the right was the would be living room with only one window. There was another hallway leading out of the living room to two bedrooms and bathroom which gave the lateral area of the house a rectangular shape.

Spirit went to the bedroom to grab soap from his bags and then to the bathroom for a nice, long, hot, shower. That was something Spirit could never do in the Army that he would do now. Once he finished his shower. It wasn't even past ten o'clock in the morning. He decided to explore the town the rest of the day. It would be beneficial to familiarize the town as well as meet some more new ponies. He was really looking forward to that after how well his last two meetings went.