Letters to Sweetie

by AjaxT

Rating: everyone
Tags: Rarity, Other, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Human, Sweetie Belle, Sad, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2014

Sweetie Belle makes a new friend after a mythology class at school, but this friend wasn't from her school or even her world.

It's the week before spring break, and the young colts and fillies at Sweetie Belle's school were learning about myths from previous cultures. She has been feeling funny ever since Hearts and Hooves day when she received an anonymous gift, but hasn't told her friends or even her family, which makes a certain myth from her class pique her interest.

It was the myth of the sailor's companion. A sailor would write a letter and put it in a bottle to receive a response the next day. In the process she makes a friend who tells her of another world, but at the same time has very similar troubles to her own.

Published 2013-03-13 20:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-16 05:54:39 UTC

Chapter 1 - Funny Feelings

Funny Feelings

Light shined through the thin curtains of the boutique's window falling onto the face of a young unicorn who was still faintly dreaming, her curly pink and purple mane covering her face. The smell of breakfast cooking was wafting through the air, as well as the boutique's seemingly natural lavender scent. An older unicorn poked her head through the door and spoke softly, "Sweetie Belle! Time to wake up, you don't want to be late for school!"

With a start, Sweetie Belle woke up. Poking her fore-hooves out from under the quilt and sitting up to face her older sister, she asked in a tired voice, "Rarity, I'm not feeling too well. May I stay home today?" She never felt well. Not since she received that note, which she kept in a small chest under her bed with a few other knick-knacks. Rarity trotted over and placed a hoof on Sweetie's forehead.

"You don't feel warm, and you don't look ill at all," Rarity said looking slightly suspicious, "It'll be the 3rd time you've missed school this week. Is something wrong?"

"It's the headache's again. I had them last night while I was sleeping and I had a weird dream," Sweetie replied while trying to pull her hair back from her face, "It made me feel funny, like something good was going to happen to me, then it was going to be taken away, but I was still going to be happy."

Rarity sighed, "I'm sure its just your mind maturing to where you can begin to control magic. Soon enough magic will be a thing that comes easy to you. If you want I can ask Twilight to give you some training that will help, but for now you need to get ready for school. Wash up and I will get you some medicine to help with your headache."

"Fine, can I at least get a piece of candy with my lunch?" Sweetie asked as she pushed the covers off of her.

With a smile, Rarity said "Yes Sweetie, you can have a piece of candy." With that Sweetie belle hopped out of bed and started getting ready for school just as she had done what seemed like thousands of times before, trying to put her strange feeling aside. After brushing her mane, teeth, and tail, she gathered her homework from the previous night as well as the small assortment of materials she would need during the coming school day. Lifting one of her binders she thought to herself 'Mom and Dad sure wasted half a forest with all this paper they bought me'. She packed her things neatly into her saddlebags and trotted downstairs for breakfast.

What awaited her was a spread of pancakes with a side of fruits and berries. Unlike her sweet tooth (and name, for that matter) would suggest, she wasn't a fan of maple syrup on her pancakes. Not that she didn't like the taste, she just felt it caused too much of a hassle when trying to eat before having to go somewhere. Instead, she dumped a small pile of berries on top of them and let the juices soak into the pancake. After eating, she downed her medicine Rarity brought her with a gulp of water, grabbed her lunch box, and said "Good bye!" to her sister for the day.

Out the door and on her way, she did a quick gallop to warm up in the morning air and to go meet her friends Scootaloo and Applebloom. She met Scootaloo halfway down Mane street with a friendly, "Good morning!" As the two exchanged greetings and began walking to school, very little was said. Sweetie was letting her mind wander again and soon her mind took her back to the curious dream she had the night before.

She remembered it in surprising detail: in the dream she was a few years older, and she was talking to her future coltfriend. They chatted about this and that, and she felt as if she truly loved him in the dream, but all of a sudden they had to stop talking for reasons the dream didn't describe. The strange thing is that this wasn't the first time she's had this dream, far from it in fact, but any time she tried to recall the dream she could never think of a face to go with the
coltfriend.

She thought it might have something to do with the note, since the dream started the night she had gotten it.

She suddenly realized there was a giant pink bow with ketchup-colored hair trying to talk to her, "Earth to Sweetie Belle, Earth to Sweetie Belle, Come in Sweetie?"

Shaking off her dazed expression, Sweetie replied with a "Huh?"

"What do you think Ms. Cherilee is going to be teaching us today? She said it was her favorite subject of the year," Applebloom repeated.

"It must be something really cool, like the previous elements of harmony bearer's and the challenges they faced!" Scootaloo interjected, "I wonder what Discord was like back then?"

"Probably not that different, he was frozen in stone after all," Sweetie chimed in, "In any case, I don't think that's what it is. Either way I'm sure its going to be better than Trigonometry."

"Didn't you have the best grade on that in the class, Sweetie?" Applebloom asked.

"Doesn't mean I enjoyed it," She replied as the trio approach the schoolhouse. As the colts and fillies of their class made their way to their seats, Cherilee walked in and greeted them with a warm "Hello Class! This week we will be learning about mythology of past cultures!" A sudden groan came from the bulk of the class, to which she barked "Hey, would you rather listen to me go on and on about the different constellations then give you a test over them, or do you want to hear stories about heroes and their adventures around the ancient world?" In a happier tone she continued, "This it my favorite subject of the year, so I'm not going to give you a big test over it. Do, however, expect a short quiz at the end of the week asking which of the myths or legends we went over is your favorite."

Author's Note

Please don't shoot me down immediately, this is my first try at making fan-fiction.

Chapter 2 - Student/Teacher Conference

Student/Teacher Conference

A full day gone by in what seemed like the blink of an eye. Each myth she was told swirled around in her mind to produce a fun daydream that kept Sweetie Belle entertained until the next myth was told. At one point the class had broken into groups and she hadn't even noticed until Applebloom asked for her input on the assignment. Shrugging it off as Sweetie just being Sweetie, Applebloom went back to talking to Scootaloo about the assignment. "No wait! What were we doing? Sorry girls, I'm just a little distracted..."

Applebloom sighed, "We were told to make up a 'myth', doing our best to keep a past civilization's culture in mind."

"You okay Sweetie Belle?" Scootaloo asked, "Even this morning you seemed a little out of it."

"Yea, I'm fine. Anyway, why don't we try..." Her mind raced with ideas, mixing and matching myths then coming up with the full story in her head. Overwhelmed with the potential, she squeaked and zoned back out.

Looking at each other Applebloom and Scootaloo said perfectly synchronized, "She isn't fine." With that, the bell rung and everyone started packing up their things.

Snapping out of it and realizing she had zoned out again, Sweetie's cheeks began to get a little rosy. Cherilee noticed this and said, "Sweetie Belle, mind staying after for a minute?" to which Sweetie's cheeks became redder than than they had before.

After all the other students had left, Sweetie had approached her teachers desk and asked, "Did I do something wrong, Ms. Cherilee?"

"What? No, I was just saw that you had looked a little distant throughout the day. Maybe even troubled," Cherilee replied, "Is there anything you want to talk about?"

Trying to avoid her gaze, Sweetie let out a quick "Nope!"

"Sweetie Belle..." Cherilee was saying when she was interrupted.

"Alright fine, I'll tell you as long as you keep it a secret. Pinkie Pie promise not to tell anyone?" Sweetie had asked with the widest puppy-dog eyes Cherilee had seen in a while. She nodded her head and Sweetie continued, "I've been having these weird dreams and headaches recently. I've told Rarity about them but didn't go into much detail. The thing is that they aren't normal dreams, in the one I have most often I feel like I'm older and I have a coltfriend, but one day we have to stop talking, yet instead of being sad or missing him I still feel happy. The headaches aren't that normal either, I've had one most of class. They feel like they are a little sore," She paused, but continued, "but they make ideas swirl around in my head and the ideas create more ideas, and then those ideas make more ideas, and then those ideas make..."

She squeaked, and before Cherilee could stop it tears were running down Sweetie's cheeks and many different things from her desk were now floating around the room in a magical Aura she could only assume was also Sweetie's. With another squeak and another tear the items dropped to the floor. "Sweetie, calm down dear," Cherilee said trying to console the crying fillie in front of her, "Everything will be alright. Just take a few deep breaths."

Sweetie did as she was told. She felt oddly... better. "Thanks Ms. Cherilee. I didn't know I could do that," she looked at the papers that had spilled onto the floor.

"Don't worry about it, its just a few letters," Cherilee reassured the fillie as best she could, "Do you think you can tell me more about your dreams? When did they start?"

"They started around Hearts and Hooves day, School was over for the day. When I had gotten home I opened up my textbook to find a letter in it someone had ment to give me, but there was no signature or any clues as to who it was that wrote it. All I know is someone must have been too shy to give it to me directly so they put it in my textbook while I wasn't looking," Sweetie recalled, trying to remember the details about the letter, "I forget what it says, but I still have it if you would like to see it."

"I just may take you up on that offer," Cherilee said, "What about the coltfriend in the dream?"

Sweetie kept trying to clear her mind, but her headache was getting in the way. "He is the only part of the dream I have trouble remembering. I know he was nice, and that in the dream atleast it seemed as if we loved each other, but beyond that I can't remember. He had no face."

"He certainly sounds like an interesting fellow," 'A colt with no face?' Cherilee thought to herself, 'That sounds familiar, I wonder,' "What about the place? Where are you in the dream?".

Her headache getting even further in the way, Sweetie squeaked and started crying again. Cherilee came around and gave her a hug to try and comfort her.

"Sweetie, have you felt a little lonely lately?" Cherilee looked down at Sweetie Belle with a bit of curiosity. She nodded, just as Cherilee had done for her just a minute or two ago. "Would you like to hear another story?"

"Y-yes." Surprised by the lack of words from the fillie, she continued.

"Alright, I will tell you the story of the Sailor's Companion and I must say that of all the myths we will cover I normally keep this one to myself. You will understand why, one day.

Our story begins on a dock..."