It All Begins With a Spark

CHAPTER 7

Azure's funeral was a modest affair, lots of ponies attended, mostly Creative's friends and the friends of his adoptive mother. There was, however, one pony that stuck out to Creative, he was an old light-brown unicorn stallion with a grey mane. after the funeral, Creative went back to the home of Azure Bliss, he reminisced in the memories the house held. Creative was looking at a picture of he and Azure when a knock came at the door. Creative opened the door and, to his surprise, the unicorn stallion that he had noticed at the funeral.

"Excuse me, you are Creative Spark are you not?" the unicorn asked him.

"Yes, and who might you be?" Creative said in return.

The stallion chuckled to himself, "Forgive me, I forgot the I had not properly introduced myself to you, I was your... mother's magic instructor." he said with a smile.

Creative noticed that he paused before he said the word 'mother', "You knew too, didn't you?" Creative said.

The unicorns smile fell, "So she did fulfill her word, yes I knew, I was the first one she turned to after she found you." he explained.

Creative nodded, "I see, she said you were almost like a father to her." Creative Spark said.

The unicorn in front of him nodded, "Yes, believe it or not, she was abused by her her family as a young filly. She would often knock on my door after some of the incidents, she would run in, wrap her hooves around me, and cry into my shoulder." he said, a small tear, almost unnoticeable rolled down his cheek.

"She never mentioned that, but she always spoke highly of you, and told me that I should try my best to pass on the kindness that you showed her." Creative said.

The unicorn nodded, once more a few nearly unnoticeable tears on his cheek, "She would say that, yes." he said.

"I know you miss her, but I don't think you came here just to give me your condolences." Creative said.

"You're correct, I didn't, I came here to tell you something important." he said.

Creative raised his eyebrow, "What is it?" he asked curiously.

The unicorn took a deep breathe, "After Azure brought you to me, I decided to look into the disappearance of your parents. I found the cabin and investigated it, I believe I know who it was that attacked you and your parents years ago." he said.

Creative Spark became anxious and leaned forward intently, "Who was it, tell me." he said.

The unicorn looked unsure whether or not he should, but decide he would, "They call themselves The Organization." he said plainly.

Creative locked the name into his mind, he would find them at whatever the cost, "Thank you." Creative said as he give a smile.

The unicorn noticed his smile, and sighed, "I know that look, what do you plan to do with what I've told you?" he asked though he probably already knew the answer.

"If I find these ponies you'll know, so will all of Equestria." Creative said.

The unicorn sighed, "Very well, you will do what you feel you must, goodbye." he said before leaving.

Creative Spark closed the door, and began to plan out his course of action. He would have to leave Vanhoover behind, he may return someday, but he had to find the group known as The Organization first.

He packed up his parents' saddlebags with everything he might need, and he left saying one last goodbye to the place he grew-up in.

***

Creative traveled from from place to place gathering information about The Organization, he wanted to know all he could about them before actually going after them. His journey took him to ever city and town in Equestria, the years went by and he acquired small tidbits of knowledge, but usually nothing more than that. Eventually he reached a village called Ponyville, he was twenty-one years old now, and had given up on ever finding The Organization or his parents. He thought that if he couldn't find the answers he was looking for, then he would settle down in a peaceful place, and Ponyville seemed like the place. Creative looked around taking in the view, this was the town where the elements of harmony resided, or at least their wielders did, creative remembered reading something about that in a newspaper. Creative walked over to a building with a sign above that read:

"Sugarcube Corner

Creative decided to temp fate and enter the establishment. Upon entering, a bell announced his arrival and a light-blue earth pony mare with a swirled, pink mane came to the counter, from what he assumed was the kitchen. She wore a yellow apron embroidered with pink lace.

"Well, hello there, welcome to Sugarcube Corner, my name is Cupcake." the earth pony said.

Creative Spark smiled, he had always heard good things about Ponyville, "Hello, my name is Creative Spark, I'm new here, just arrived." he said.

"Well what brings you?" Cupcake asked.

"I came here to relax and take my mind off things." Creative replied.

"Well then, you've come to the right town." Cupcake said with a chuckle.

"That's good to hear." Creative said.

Cupcake shook her head, "Oh my, what am I doing, you must be here for some sweets aren't you?" she asked.

Creative considered it, "Sure, I'll have some chocolate chip cookies please." he said.

"Coming right up." Cupcake said, before going into the kitchen.

A short time later Cupcake and another pony, this one a yellowish earth pony stallion with orange hair, wearing a hat and whit apron, came out of the kitchen with a bag of what he guessed were cookies.

"Here you you go deary, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies." Cupcake said cheerfully.

"Thanks." Creative Spark said as he paid for the cookies.

"This is my husband, Carrot Cake." Cupcake said gesturing to the stallion.

"Hey there, buddy." Carrot Cake said extending a hoof.

Creative took the other's hoof in his own, "I'm Creative Spark, nice to meet you." he said.

"Have you run into Pinkie Pie yet?" Carrot Cake asked.

"No I haven't, why?" Creative asked.

The ponies in front of Creative exchanged a look, "Because then she'll probably run into you." Cupcake said.

Just then a pink pony with exceptionally curly hair entered the bakery. He assumed this was Pinkie Pie, before he could ask either Cupcake or Carrot Cake if his suspicions were correct he felt himself being tackled. A pink blur was the only thing that he saw, then Creative was able to make out the form as the pink pony he saw enter just a second before.

"Oh goodness." He heard Cupcake say.

"Heeelllloooooo, new friend!" the pink pony said, as she stood over him.

Creative blinked a couple of times, "Um, hi. I'm going to venture a guess in saying that you're Pinkie Pie." He said calmly, despite what just happened.

"Yes indeedy, that's me." Pinkie said beaming.

He remembered what Cupcake had said about Pinkie running into him, but he didn't think she was being literal.

"Can you wait here for a second?" Pinkie asked still standing over him.

"Uh, sure, I guess." Creative said.

"Great!" Pinkie exclaimed before rushing off in another blur of pink.

Creative attempted to sit himself up, but before he got all the way upright, he noticed Pinkie's aqua-blue eyes staring into his,"I'm back!" Pinkie said.

"Gyah! How did you do that?!" Creative asked shocked.

"Do what?" Pinkie asked puzzled.

Creative Spark shook his head, "Never mind, now what were you going to do?" he asked not sure if he wanted to know anymore.

Pinkie got off of Creative and helped him up, "This is what." she said, pointing to a very colorful wagon.

Creative Spark raised his eyebrow, "A wagon, alright." he said.

Pinkie pressed a button the side of the machine and it turned into a mangle of horns, flags, and striped pipes. Pinkie then began to sing:

"Welcome welcome welcome

A fine welcome to you

Welcome welcome welcome

I say how do you do?

Welcome welcome welcome

I say hip hip hurray

Welcome welcome welcome

To Ponyville today!"

Pinkie sang this, all while playing several instruments at once. Then a cake popped out of a compartment, and confetti shot out of the pipes.

Creative Spark's jaw dropped. Once he regained his composure, Creative spoke, "Wow, now that was impressive." he said.

"Thanks!" Pinkie replied cheerfully while bouncing up and down, almost like her hooves were made of springs.

Creative Smiled, he had to admit that he was entertained by Pinkie's exuberant attitude.

Pinkie gasped, "You need to meet my friends, I need to through a party for your arrival in Ponyville!" she said with a big smile.

Creative smiled, "Well let's get going then." he said.

"Yippee; off we go!" Pinkie said before grabbing Creative by his elbow and quickly dragged him off to meet her friends.