Relative Times

It was high noon when the little bell on the shop door rang, signifying someponys arrival. As I walked out of the back room I could see the wide-eyed faces of three young colts. "Can I help you gentlecolts?" I asked, putting my flank down behind the shop table. "Maybe, We were sent by prince..." The young earth colt of the group had began, before getting a hoof shoved in his mouth. This earth colt had the brightest red mane i had ever seen, and his coat was a dirty brown. He looked as if he was the youngest of the three. As I peered over them I noticed something strange about the unicorn colt who's mane was as purple as a dragons backscales. He had an even more ravishing sea blue coat, but that's not why i noticed him. I noticed, by his facial expressions he had seen some combat, which was weird to me concidering there hasn't been combat in Equestria since the end of the Gryphon wars. He also looked tired, like he was sick of his companions who he dragged to the side for a private conversation. As they conversed I went to my thoughts. Not an entirely good idea in my opinion, but i did remember something. About a year ago a similar group of colts came into my shop. They were asking for a pony I had thought to have been glued in the war. Silverwing, was the name they used. Hearing that name made me freeze up for a moment before telling them of his demise.

"Excuse me? Sir?" the unicorn colt chirped, snapping me back to reality. "ahem, Yes. What is it?" I asked, clearing my throat. "We were looking for information on somepony you may know. A pony from the Gryphon wars. He goes by the name Silverwing." the unicorn colt curiously asked.

Hearing that name again made me remember the war.

It was late in the evening when my friend Silverwing and I returned to camp from our scouting mission. Silverwing was a pegasus like myself, but unlike me he had been a blacksmith since, before the war. After flight school we went our seperate ways, I joined the gaurd and he, well he made weapons. It wasn't long before the call to war ensnared us both, reuniting old friends. Silverwings' coat was a shimmering silver, and his mane a roaring fire atop his head, while I had a dark brown coat and a glistening sky blue mane. In my old age I only managed to keep two streaks of that gorgeous sky blue hair on either side of my now grey mane. Before we could settle into our bunks for the night our commanding officer approached us. "Thank the princess you two are still alive. We've had reports of gryphon ambushes coming in from all over Equestria. What do you have to report?" he asked looking relieved to see us. "Sir, gryphon stronghold up the road a ways, delta squad is being held captive and gaurded by a hundred plus sir. A rescue plan has been made if you would like to hear it." My friend said. Then everything went dark.

"Sir? Are you alright?" the pegasus colt with a dark green coat and black mane had said once again freeing me from the confines of my own mind. "Huh? Oh it's nothing. I'm sorry boys I can't help you. the one you seek, Silverwing was glued long ago." I replied, now fiddling with loose papers on the table.