Extra Log #3

How many heartaches does a man go through in his supposed single lifetime?  Once?  Twice?  As many as you can count?  For me, it's six.  The third was at its worst; the moment my dear Shy was taken away from me.  It's completely heart-wrenching when a father's daughter gets taken away from him.  Sometimes they get to be lucky to see them an amount of times per year.  Compared to those who don't, though, it would shatter them.

And here I am in Sugarcube Corner, heart afflicted after hearing my own daughter pronouncing my last name.  Normally she would say "Hello, Father," in that soft and quiet tone that'd always warm the deepest depth of my heart.  Instead I got called formerly by my last name, as if I wasn't sentimental to her.

I was kneeling down on one knee, both arms widely spread in preparation for a loving embrace.  "W-what?" I said with a nervous smile; my voice sounded a little cracked, and a sweatdrop formed on the left side of my forehead.  The drop trickled down, tickling the thick and wiry strands of my sideburns.  "My dear Shy, don't you recognize who I am?"

Fluttershy responded just above a whisper, her sad demeanor instantly turning confused, "I don't know what you mean, mister Gartners," and there it was again; I felt another pin of pain pricking inside the left side of my chest.  "But my father calls me by that... but... you can call me that, too.  Only if you want to, that is."  She said timidly.  Fluttershy lowered her head at a degree where her mane obscured most of her features, to the point her eyes couldn't be seen.

"No..." I muttered below a whisper, quiet that it was inaudible even to an elephant.  The white clouds in my head were converting to black as my anger started to rise.  A storm was brewing, and by the looks of it - it doesn't look too pretty.  "Not this again," I sharply muttered once more through clenched teeth.  "How many more times is this going to happen to me?"

Fluttershy perked up and brushed her mane away.  She must have sensed something was troubling me.  "Mister Gartners, are you okay?"

Her words were only blurred out by my anger.  I mainly focused staring at the ground, refraining the urge to cry.  The thing was that: I didn't want to cry; I was far too angry to cry.  I had dealt with this enough times already.  My daughter didn't recognize me, and she said it herself that it's what HER father calls her as when I'M supposed to be her father.  I had enough of these shenanigans.  Harmless prank or not, I was going to confront Discord no matter what.  Slowly, I rose to my feet, my eyes never leaving the floor the meanwhile.

Fluttershy backed up anxiously, her mouth opening as she was ready to say something.  My darkened eyes then looked at her.  She suddenly closed her mouth and froze stiffly in place, recoiled by my vicious stare.  I turned away stomping toward the confectionery's exit.  Stopping right at the threshold, I raised a hand that soon balled into a shaking fist and punched the wall as hard as I could.   I didn't feel any pain on impact.  In fact, it went straight through without any problem, almost like it was out of cardboard.  If I wasn't so damn angry I would've been impressed on how I managed to punch a hole without difficulty or effort.  But I was too busy thinking morbid things.  This elicited a frightened yelp from a timid pegasus behind me.  I then pulled my arm back, briefly gazed at the gaping hole in the wall, and left the confectionery without uttering another word.

One thing was certain: Silver's going to claim his next victim....