A unicorn, A zebra, and Ponyville
As the sunlight beamed through the trees, a small pony walked with a cloak on to a small opening in the many trees. This pony walked up to the closest tree and laid down restlessly.as the pony had looked around, it sighed with a relaxed tone and began to doze off. The pony drifted off to the world of dreams without his cloak, feeling like he was left without his fur. The pony was looking in a mirror and the mirror revealed a foal-sized stallion that was a dark yellow with a dark blue horn. The stallions' mane was a soft, dark grey with a solid, dark blue as the undertone. The tail was the same except that it was mostly gray with splotches of dark blue. both the hair and mane were messy, giving off a unruly look. as the stallion looked at his reflection, he realized that his stripes were gone! The pony was a zebra and he was quite rattled at this image.
"What the... BUCK!?"
the zebra backed away from the mirror as the image began to move towards him of its own accord. The stallion was stunned as the reflection of himself began to speak.
"You will never belong, Fayte." the reflection turned real pony said, walking around Fayte, as if he were a predator.
The reflection was beginning to chuckle as Fayte began to light the air around him with a cyan color.The young zebra's eyes began to sharpen as he screamed.
"Shut UP! I don't need to belong!!!"
The stripe-less zebra grew silent and slowly returned to the mirror while saying.
"You cant fool me, for we are one in the same. When you realize this, you know where to find me, Fayte."
As the mirror returned the reflection of Fayte, his stripes and all, the zebra shattered it into many pieces hastily with a buck with his rear legs.The mirror began to fade, but not before a few shard fell off and cut him. As the mirror faded away, a black mare was seen in a distance. the mare glowed with a strong radiance and a bright, yet dark, light flashed and revealed a horn as the pony spread a pair of elegant, black wings, preparing to take flight. As Fayte watched, he realized that the mare was none other than Nightmare Moon. As Nightmare Moon flew to the sky, Fayte noticed that she was moving in the direction of the moon.
"...Hello!? Are you awake?"
Fayte began to awake with the darkness of his eyelids comforting him. As he slowly began to open his eyes, he quickly shot up and jumped back, realizing a foal was looking at him. he looked at the foal that was in front of him and thought it was a flying orange. Fayte finally got back to his senses, noticing he was just hungry, and looked at the little mare pegasus. Fayte lifted his front left hoof to pull his hood a bit down more. Fayte felt around for his hood but couldn't find it until he realized, his hood was off. Fayte looked at the filly, who had a look that screamed out 'what in the name of Celestia!?', and sighed as he talked a bit.
"Thanks for waking me. now, if you don't mind, i must be leaving."
Fayte bowed as he turned to leave the clearing. Fayte felt pain in his legs and realized that he had shallow cuts all over his hind legs. Fayte winced a bit as he felt the cuts bleed a bit, as well as the young pegasus that was staring through the hood, which was back up, at the horn on Fayte's head. The orange mare heard Fayte make a small sound of pain and came back to her senses. she quickly flew herself to block him from leaving and said in a strong, questioning voice.
"Hey, mister, are you okay? whats up with that horn of yours? it looks broken, what happened?"
As the kid bombarded Fayte with the questions, Fayte silently reached into his small satchel on his left hind leg, and pulled a small bottle filled with a bright grey substance. Fayte opened it and took a small whiff of the potion. As The orange mare looked at Fayte with curiosity, the bottle was resealed and placed back in the tan, small, convenient looking bag. The orange mare grew silent, then spoke up again. "WHAT WAS THAT!? is that some kinda potion? Can i use it? what does it do?"
Fayte sighed "kid, i gotta leave. hurry home."
The orange pony pouted "im not a 'kid'. IM... A CUTIE MARK CRUSADER!!! My names scootaloo". The foal lit up with a big smile, as if that name itself was her sunshine.
Fayte looked around, his eyes sharpening, to see something coming from a distance. "umm, Scootaloo, was it? Which way is the closest town?" Fayte practically glared at Scootaloo.
Scootaloo looked at Fayte puzzled and said casually "it this way, follow me." scootaloo hopped on her scooter and slowly rode it through the forest without a care.
Fayte, a bit panicked, asked the foal "hey, you wanna race? first one to the town wins." Fayte smiled waiting for a fast response. soon enough, scootaloo said "3! 2! 1! Go!!!" energetically.
"...I can't believe that worked..."
Scootaloo disappeared into the forest as Fayte turned back around, looking for his pursuer. as his eyes sharpened, he looked deeper into the woods and noticed that he was being followed by something not of pony nature. As the monster popped out from a bush, Fayte noticed that it was a cockatrice. the snake, chicken creature glared into Fayte's eyes to see no effect. Fayte glared back at the cockatrice and increased his hostility towards the monster. As the monster tried to back away, it realized it was unable to move its legs. The legs of the cockatrice turning to pure stone, the cockatrice called out to any monster nearby for help. As a moment passed, a pegasus pony,whose coat was a nice, bright yellow and mane was a very bright pink, appeared in between the cockatrice and Fayte. the cockatrice purred happily and felt safe even though it was almost entirely turned to stone. The yellow pegasus, who was almost steaming, turned towards Fayte after looking at the cockatrice, and gave him a look that seemed to say 'Im out for blood! Did you do this!?'As the pegasus spoke in a stern, quiet voice, she said "excuse me, did you do this?" The pony stepped towards Fayte, almost making him back up, and looked at his eyes that were hidden in the darkness of his ripped, tan cloak.
Fayte sighed as he got to relax a bit, and tensed back up as he was about to answer. he nodded at the pegasus, not expecting what was about to happen to him. The pink haired pony exploded with fury and screamed with her near silent voice "What in Celestia's name do you think your doing to this defenseless creature?! If you don't change this poor, little one back to how it was before, i'll tell you mother what you've been doing!"
At the sound of 'mother', Fayte released the cockatrice and shrank down and began to walk away to the deeper parts of forest. as Fayte looked up from his melancholy feelings, he saw a blue pegasus with a rainbow tail and mane, fly over in the direction of the pink haired pegasus. As Fayte hid from the sounds of more ponies, he looked at the two pegasi and realized that there were seven ponies when just a moment ago, there was just one. Fayte, feeling curious, peeked out of the bushes and noticed two ponies that were very familiar. A small, orange foal flew excitedly around the blue pegasus. Scootaloo! Fayte was a bit happy to see a face he just met but sighed reluctantly as he saw the yellow pegasus that had yelled at him for defending himself.
As Fayte sighed aloud, Scootaloo heard him and flew to the bush, beckoning all the other ponies over. Scootaloo said aloud "Hey, mister, I know your there! c'mon out!". As Fayte started to move slowly, he realize that the mean yellow mare was out there.Suddenly two pairs of hooves pull Fayte out of the bushes.
When Fayte looked around he realized that there were 2 more foals with the big group. The yellow mare looked at Fayte with surprise, quickly changed from shocked to angry. one of the pair of hooves, releasing him instantly, was the yellow pegasus herself.
Fayte winced a bit, falling on his flank as the blue pegasus was forced to drop Fayte.
The blue pegasus said with a bit of curiosity "Fluttershy, whats wrong? why did you let go so suddenly?" The blue pegasus whined to the yellow pegasus, signaling that she wanted to know badly. The yellow pegasus, Fluttershy, turned to the rainbow pegasus and said furiously "that pony was attacking a poor, defenseless cockatrice! i don't want that pony anywhere near me!".
The rainbow maned pony said, confused, "What? That puny, short pony, was attacking a cockatrice? are you sure it wasn't the other way around?". Fluttershy nodded "Rainbow dash, don't you believe me?" Fluttershy's eyes were watering up with tears that made her unable to resist. As Rainbow Dash was about to give in, Scootaloo cut in, saying "Hey mister! I thought we were racing? after we started, you disappeared.". At the sound of this, everypony turned to scootaloo, all their jaws dropped, and said "Scootaloo, you know this pony?" as all the ponies turned back to Fayte, they noticed the blood dripping from Fayte's tail. As Fayte felt the blood loss from the hours of hiding in thorn bushes, he fell over unconsciously, his hood still over his face.
Author's Note
So, lemme know what you think, this may or may not be fully focused on, mostly due to the fact that I am working on a colab with one of my bros.
The Thickest Of Problems Are Always The Simplest
Fayte started to walk into a thick fog, trying to figure out where he was. A dark figure was sitting in front of him, always moving away yet not moving at all. He constantly followed, yet never sped up to try and catch it. Oh great, not this dream again. Fayte had experienced these lucid dreams since he was a young colt. He used to shrug them off, but ever since he left his homelands, they gained more details, such as the figure having a grey foreleg. Fayte tried to perceive more from the figure but the dream was starting to fade away, a gaping pit beginning to form in the distance he was traveling. He sighed as he ran in the direction of the hole, sighing in a annoyed tone. I hate the dreamscape.
Fayte awoke to the sound of bubbling, something that always soothed him. He sighed with his eyes still shut. He heard the sound of three sets of hooves, one of which was nearly always skipping a beat while the other two were steady and well paced. He began to pull off his best skill possible; acting like he was asleep. He slightly rustled his bed sheets as the three sets of hooves got closer, climbing the wooden steps. He relaxed his heart rate by breathing slowly and softly, each second becoming unbearable.
As the hoofsteps grew louder, Fayte wondered where he was, but made no movements to check. He heard a door creak nearby, but not very close to him. All the hoofsteps stopped, as the door seemed to stay open. A dignified, yet subtle voice spoke up in a whisper. "Is it alright?" Another voice spoke up with a calm and reassuring tone. "He is fine, his hinde legs must have been caught in prickly vines." The rhyming reminded Fayte of his family, whom had always spoke in the tongue twisting skill. He had started to hate it since he was able to remember. Yet the voice made him inwardly smile.
something suddenly landed next to Fayte, light yet forcefully sitting next to him on the decent sized bed. He involuntarily slid over slightly due to the new weight on the bed. A slight gasp was made and two pairs of hoofsteps began to move hastily over to the bed, all the while a pair of hooves picked him up in a very strong hug. "I can't wait to throw a party for him. When do you think he will be waking up!?" Fayte had popped his eyes open and was gasping for air. He knew he wasn't the most fit of zebra, but he was by no means frail. He noticed a purple haze nearby that was trying to pry him out of the killer grip that he was held in.
"Pinkie -ugh- please let go -ungh- of the injured pony." And just like that, Fayte fell limp onto the bed... for the most part. His head hit the ground with a great thump, which was all but unpleasant. His head began to throb with enough force that he could feel the pulse of it through the hardwood floor. He was about to try getting up, but was a second too slow. As he began to move, the remnants of his horn began to leak magic onto the floor, which began to cover his forelegs. He pulled himself up as the dark green colored magic clung to him. He sighed as his body was covered by the entire aura his horn sent off. He looked up to where the purple blur was and noticed something odd. It was a purple pony. With a zebra that looked like his mother next to her. He noticed the look of shock on the purple pony's face while the zebra smiled. He felt a small thudding on his back and craned his head back to see a hot pink blur bouncing on his back. 'Well, thats quite unsettling.' He stared for a while before clearing his throat. He opened his mouth but was beaten to the punch.
"Pinkie, could you please get off the injured pony?" And just like that, the thumping was gone. The blur had slid right in front of him suddenly, speaking as if the world was about to end. Fayte started to think as the pony began to talk up a storm. 'What was I doing again? I remember entering a forest, then-' His train of thought was interrupted by a soft growling coming from his stomach. He blushed slightly, forgetting that he was running low on supplies. His magic ceased to work, all of it dispersing into the air after crystallizing and shattering into dust. Fayte started to get antsy, looking for his satchel that he always had on his left hinde leg. He finally spoke up as the room was covered with voices from the two ponies. "Um... where is my satchel?"
The zebra, whom was silent the entire time nodded, walking slowly to a cabinet and pulling out a small tan bag that had blackish green strap on it. Fayte sighed in a relaxed manner, not even noticing that he was holding his breath. As the zebra placed the bag on the bed, Fayte started to dig through it, looking for something. "Aha!" He said with his snout still in the bag. He began to shake the bag off, his mane flopping around like a whip. He began to get aggravated and stopped, sighing as he looked at the three females in the room, two of which had begun giggling while the other seemed to be emotionless. The zebra assisted Fayte with the bag, biting on the strap and pulling the satchel off of his face. Fayte had a small blush due to the embarrassment, He was about to speak, but he realized that there would be a major problem. The green zebra had a small vial in his mouth that was slowly shifting in color, going from a grassy green to a silvery blue before becoming blue. The color switched back to green and repeated the color shifting. Fayte gently put down the vial with utmost care. He cleared his throat while trying to calm down, his small blush still there. "U- um, anyway, what happened? I remember seeing a cockatrice, but thats about where my memories stop. Can someb- I mean, somepony fill me in?" Fayte asked, glad that he was so accustomed to interacting with other species.
As soon as Fayte finished his question, the pink blur began to speak with haste. Fayte opted not to listen, looking at the purple unicorn with pleading eyes. The unicorn caught his glance and nodded, smiling at, what Fayte assumed, was her friend. "Pinkie, how about I explain. You can go back to town and prepare for your party." As soon as the word 'party' left the unicorn mare's mouth the pink demon was gone, off to burn whatever poor fool was going to have a party. in the pink blurs wake were the words "thanks Twilight. See you there!"
"So, as you were saying, miss Twilight?" Fayte said, trying to be as courteous as possible.
"Well, we rushed over as soon as Scootaloo had made it to the town. Luckily we were all together when we heard." Twilight began to speak of how her and her friends had raced through the Everfree forest, searching for Fayte. Meanwhile, Fayte continued to listen while emptying his bag and re-organizing it. The contents revealed a photo a swirl with small triangles all pointing outwards from the center of the swirl, as well as a photo of a zebra with four ivory rings around her neck with two foals next to her, a green one and a blue one. both photos were very worn out, as if they had been held for a long time. Along with these photos were vials of potions, all of which were a different color and shade. each vial had a symbol on it. Fayte smiled as he lined them up in order. His left ear continued to twitch as he heard the story of how he had gotten here. Fayte lifted a random potion up between his hooves and drank it in one gulp, his magic being rekindled. he began to place all the vials in the satchel with a small tendril of magic that was tethered to him.He placed the photo away of the zebra and two foals away while leaving the other image out. As Twilight finished telling the story, Fayte smiled and thanked her happily. Just as Twilight was about to leave, Fayte stopped her, grabbing the swirl picture and smiling. "By any chance, have you seen this image somewhere?" Fayte asked, his eyes showing hope.
Author's Note
Okay, I leave this chapter as is. I am going to post something else real soon, just gotta transfer it to FiM.
