Hard Decisions

Chapter 3 Sins of the Father

*Scott POV*

I went to the tent that the changelings had so quickly set up.  In fact, tent wasn’t the word, what was the name for temples over in Asia? Pagodas, that’s the exact thing that was in front of me.  It was huge and yet camouflaged within the trees.  It had three stories with balconies with royal guard changelings guarding the perimeter intently.  They had seemingly just flown on to the balconies rather than walking into the building.

I walked up to the door, which was guarded by two royal guards.  They nodded to me and moved a little away from me so I can pass. I liked they now know who I am, least what they think I am.  When I walked in there was a room and some stairs leading to the second and third stories.  I had no idea where my room was, but it’s not like anyone else would be here.

‘I’ll run into it.’ I thought

I walked up the stairs, which was made out of marble to my surprise.

‘Didn’t think that weird ass ponies would use marbles.’ I thought ‘Hell, I might lose my marbles after just getting here and already I am having my sanity be in question.’

‘Keep calm and move along, Scotty.’ A voice rang in my head.  It was deep and echoed throughout my head.

I looked around, I haven’t heard that voice in two years.  I shook it off and kept going up the stairs.  I seemed to arrive in the second floor, with nothing there, but a closet. I doubted anything would be in there, so I continued.

‘Great job, Scott,’ The voice said again ‘I’m proud of you.’ The voice echoed again throughout my head, I knew it was familiar, but who was it?

I arrived at the third floor and I was in awe.  My mouth dropped a little as I gazed into the room.  There was a king size bed with a nightstand alongside the wall to my left while there was a balcony overlooking the forest and the moon.  But the thing that astounded me was that object in the center of the room.  I haven’t seen or played that thing in years, and yet here it was, in the middle of the room.

It was a piano, a dark piano with the words PAMAHA, it was supposed to be Yamaha but I didn’t really care it was a piano.  I played the piano when I was younger…I had stopped when my parents died, as they forced me to learn how to play.  My mother loved hearing my music so I learned wonderful pieces of music on the piano…too bad she couldn’t hear them now.

I walked to the bed and laid there thinking of the voice.

‘What was it?’ I thought ‘I heard it before.’

I fell asleep after that, I overused myself today, I mean if you were the one that had just suddenly died you too would be tired.

I woke up, to find someone over me.  I thought it was the Captain or the Colonel, but it wasn’t, it was somebody that I hadn’t seen in two years.  My mother.

“Good morning, Scott.” Mom said.  I remember her voice, so smooth and kind.  She had dark hair, very tannish skin, and heartwarming smile.

“Morning mom.” I said, but I felt weird.  As if I was looking into myself.  It was like I could see what I saw or the past me saw.  It confused me.  I only can assume that this was a memory that I was living through and I’ll wake up sooner or later.

“I made breakfast for you at the table, me and some friends are going out to watch a movie.  Be nice to your dad, alright.”

I nodded, but really I wanted to shake my head.  ‘Mom, don’t go to that movie, please.’

My mom left after that, I started to remember this was the day of the car crash, this was the last time I would see my parents.  She would get home from the movie, Dad would greet her while I slept, then they would both get drunk and would drive.  And….the inevitable.

If I was really in control of the body, then I would be crying, it pained me to remember this day, this day that led to the spiraling moments of insanity.  I remember my nervous breakdowns, leading to me skipping school or better yet, abandoning it.  All because of one…single…..beverage.

“Hey, Scotty,” My dad said walking up to me.  He was a grown man, forty-five years old and six feet tall.  He had served in the military in the wars over in the Middle East.  He was a great tactician and was even given the Medal of Honor before retiring.  My dad wanted me to be in the family’s footsteps of joining the army and doing great things for our country.  I on the other hand didn’t share that patriotism and wanted to be my own person.

“Hey Dad.” I said.

“Son, I have something very important to tell you, this is so important that this may change your life.” My dad said

“What is it, father?” I said curiously, deep down in my mind, I knew exactly what those words were.

“Keep calm and move along, Scotty.” He said smiling and rubbing my head.  He left the room and went to the living room.

Those words would stick with me forever, as I never forgot those words, the last words of my father.

I woke up, seemingly still at night, as the moon shone through the window.

I walked over to the piano, and sat down on the bench.  I slowly started to play notes with my hooves now, getting a little better after a while.

Finally, after two hours of practicing, I had gotten the hang of playing the piano.  I then proceeded to play a favorite of mine: Canon in D.  I stayed up all night playing that, I had nothing better to do.