It All Begins With a Spark

CHAPTER 6

A twelve year old Creative Spark, sat in the hospital room next to his mother, Azure Bliss, who was laying in a hospital bed. Azure's sickness was taking it's toll, the doctors had told Creative that she was most likely going to die. He didn't want to believe it, he had done so much for his mother and through helping her had earned his cutie mark, she couldn't die now, but deep in his heart he knew that the doctors might be right. He put his hoof into the hoof of his sleeping mother, she had always been right beside him when he was sick in bed at home, now he was determined to return the favor, he would not leave his mother's side. After a few minutes Azure's eye's opened, and she looked over over at Creative.

"Well hello there Creative." Azure said with a smile.

Hey, how are you feeling today?" Creative asked.

"I'm fine, how long have you been there?" Azure asked.

"Almost three hours." Creative replied.

"You know you don't have to stay by my all the time, right?" Azure asked.

"But I want to." Creative said adamantly.

Azure frowned, "You've heard what the doctors have been saying, is that it?" she asked.

"That's a part of it, but I can't just leave my mother." Creative said with a kind smirk.

Azure frowned when Creative said the word mother, "Creative, there's something I need to tell you before I'm gone." she said solemnly as she hung her head.

"Don't talk like that..." Creative began to say before his mother placed her hoof to his lips.

Creative sighed, "What is it?" Creative Spark asked.

"Come close to me." Azure said,

Creative Spark leaned in close to his mother, expecting her to whisper something in his ear.

"Please don't hate me." Azure said.

Creative Spark was confused by what she said and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, he then noticed that her horn was glowing with magic before she touched it to his forehead.

***

Creative Spark opened his eyes, he now had a headache. Creative put a hoof to his temple rubbing his forehead gently trying to ease the pain of his headache. When the pain subsided, Creative took a look at his surroundings, he realized that he was no longer in the hospital room with his mother. This room was inhabited by a doctor and three nurses gathered around a hospital bed. Creative was curious, there were never this many medical personnel to care for his mother, then it hit him, had he fallen asleep in the chair at his mother's side, had she died while he slept?

Creative Spark frantically tried to shift his vision over to where the doctor and nurses stood, "What happened, what are you doing here?" he asked in a panicked tone, Creative was surprised to heard his voice echo in a dream-like kind of sound.

The medical staff didn't take notice of Creative, they just continued with whatever they were doing. Creative rolled his eyes in annoyance and decided to try and see for himself what was happening. Creative found that he couldn't move, it wasn't like he was paralyzed though because every once in a while he would feel his limbs move, Creative relaxed thinking that maybe the feeling would pass. Creative's perspective changed again, he realized he now only had a very limited visibility, he also felt as though he was being carried.

"Here you are Miss Sky." said a voice that Creative could not determine the location of, as he was shifted into a new position.

"Thank you, could you bring my husband in here, please?" said another voice, presumably the one previously called 'Miss Sky', the voice seemed so familiar as if he had heard a thousand times before.

Creative heard the sound of a door opening then closing, and after a few minutes the sound repeated.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Creative heard a Stallion's voice say.

"Better, a lot better really." the voice of Miss Sky responded to the question.

"So, is it a filly or a colt?" creative heard the stallion ask.

Creative Spark was confused and began to mentally ask himself questions, where was he, who were these ponies whose voices he could hear, and why could he still not move? All of a sudden his vision was cleared , he blinked a few time to adjust to the light, he could now see the faces of the ponies standing over him, one was a light-orange pegasus mare with a red mane, presumably Miss Sky, and the other was a light-blue stallion with a blonde mane. They both looked down at him smiling, he felt himself smile back. He felt as though he knew these two ponies, but he didn't know why it felt that way. After a little more conversation between the two ponies Creative notice that the stallion began to move the bed toward the window of the room, it was then that he noticed the sunrise, it was beautiful.

"What should we name him?" he heard the mare ask.

"How about Creative Spark?" he heard the the stallion say.

Creative Spark's eyes went wide with horror, he realized what was going on now, he was witnessing the day he was born.

***

Creative Spark went through three months of his life within a matter of minutes. He took a few steps back for the hospital bed were azure was laying. Creative held a hoof to his head as everything came back in a rush. His back hit the wall and slid down into a sitting position, putting both of his fore hooves to his eyes. Creative sobbed as he remember everything that he had forgotten, no he hadn't forgotten; it had been taken from him.

"What was that?" he asked, though he thought he knew.

"It was a memory spell." Azure replied.

"Why, what was it that I just saw?" Creative asked.

"The truth." Azure said plainly.

Creative didn't want to believe what had happened, but he knew that it was part of who he was, and he knew that.

"Why did you keep this from me?!" Creative asked.

Azure just frowned, "I thought you might react this way, and I'm prepared." she said.

"Why did you keep this from me?!" Creative repeated.

"Because I loved you, I didn't want you to think less of me for not being your real mother."

Creative could think of nothing to say, all he could do at that moment was be angry. He went to the door to the room and left. Creative needed to let off some steam, and think about what he now knew. As soon as he left the hospital, Creative spread his wings and took to the sky, flying always seemed to give him a rush to alleviate his troubled mind when he was incredibly overwhelmed, otherwise when he was calm he would have just walked. Creative flew into the woods near Vanhoover, he always felt at peace in natural settings, he thought it might help now. He found a clearing and landed, he proceeded to walk the rest of the time. Creative walked for half an hour before stopping, he found a tree stump to sit on and think. He had been sitting there for several minutes before noticing something between the trees in front of him, he didn't know what it was, but it seemed like a sort of building. Creative went over to investigate the dwelling and found that it was a cabin, a flash of pain went through his head as more memories came to him which were triggered by the cabin. He recognized it now, it was the last place he had been with his mother and father, it looked exactly as had all those years ago. Creative went to the door of the cabin and opened it. The inside was covered in cobwebs, like the day he and his parents first saw it, he looked around and noticed two makeshift beds and beside it, a makeshift crib... his crib. Creative went over to the beds, he noticed that there were two saddlebags not far away from them. Creative opened the saddlebag on the left first, from it's contents he assumed that it had belonged to his mother. He opened the next beg, his father's, and found a camera, a notebook, a small tool kit, and a picture. Creative took out the picture, it showed His father, mother, and himself as a young foal, in the picture they were all smiling. Creative felt a tear roll down his cheek, before placing the picture back into the bag. Creative picked up both of the saddlebags and left the cabin.

***

After taking the saddlebags he found in the cabin back to the house he and Azure had shared, he returned to the hospital and went to the room that Azure was in. Azure looked up as Creative entered, but said nothing to him. Creative went over and hugged her. She was surprised when he did this but eventually accepted the gesture.

"Thank you." Creative said.

"For what?" Azure asked not understanding his reasoning.

"Everything, you took me in and cared for me like I was your real son, anypony else would probably have just gave me to an orphanage." Creative replied.

Azure hugged Creative right back, "I would never have done that to anypony." she said.

"I know,.. mom." Creative said a tear going down his cheek.

"I thought you would hate me and never speak to me again." Azure said.

"I have no reason to do that." Creative said with a smile.

***

The days after the truth had been revealed to him, Creative Spark had stayed at his adoptive mother's side. Though telling creative her secret seemed to help Azure, she eventually died one night, days later, peacefully in her sleep.