Post by sparkler on Jun 6, 2009 10:52:58 GMT -5
This is still in the "The Story" Universe, but it focuses on Blade's little brother, Silver, after Blade leaves for Dream Valley.
Silver is, a kid. He's only 12. He doesn't sound or act like it (within reason), but he's still ultimately a kid. A kid who thinks he has something to prove to the world, which is why he acts so tough. He is Blade's polar opposite. A foolishly brave, brash young thing with a smart mouth who doesn't know quite when to keep it shut. He gets himself into a lot of trouble that way.
In this story, Silver is angry at his older brother for "dying". (His Mother, Magnolia, kept the actual truth from him for safety reasons.) He doesn't grieve through the normal "channels", instead of sadness, he expresses his grief through anger. We got a glimpse of him in the other story I wrote for the March challenge... this is a more in-depth one. Here's hoping you guys enjoy it... ^_^;;;
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Silver couldn't wait to get out of his house that morning. Not because he particularly liked going to school, rather, he just didn't want to be around his grieving family anymore. He couldn't take it. Why wasn't anybody angry at Blade? He was! And whenever he expressed that, his Mom and sister just seemed to get more upset.
“If he wanted out of life that badly? Good riddance.” he snorted in disgusted. He was ready to forget about his older brother, obviously, that's what he'd wanted when he had walked out the door on Friday morning, for every one to forget he'd ever existed. Personally, Silver was glad to do him the favor.
Besides, it was Blade's fault that he got into trouble almost every day. With a reputation like Blade's (his last 'rumble' had been against fifth graders... and he'd lost.), every pony in Starlight Hollow thought that Silver would be easy pickings. After all, if the older brother was that much of a wimp, then the younger had to be that much more of a coward, right?
So far, Silver had proven that line of logic to be wrong.
Every fight that ponies picked with him, he took them up on it. Almost to the point of being a bully, or at least that's what one of his teachers had told his Mother once. He didn't necessarily like the comparison, because at the time, he hadn't been one to pick fights. But of course now... he didn't care. After all, if you're going to be blamed with it anyway, why not give the public what they want?
And every day, Silver put on a show.
This morning, the opening act was two Fakies who happened to be chasing his best friend down the street.
“SILV! HELP!” cried Dragon in his strange, bleating voice.
To any passers-by, the situation would've looked strange, a Clyde asking a Pegasus for help. But see, they didn't know the situation. Dragon's parents were strict, if Dragon got into a fight (even if it was in self-defense) they refused to see it from his point of view, they would punish him regardless. So, Silver had offered to do all his fighting for him, a move that had ended up earning Silver a lot of fear.
The purple peg picked up two rocks from the ground and flew off after the three ponies. It was a good thing he was fast, because they had already cornered Dragon.
“Look what we got us, Faust.” taunted a tall, skinny blue fakie with red eyes and a long, lion-like tail. “We got us a Clyde.”
“Fresh meat!” answered the short, fat, red fakie who's named seemed to be Faust.
“You're one to talk, Hambone!” shouted Silver, throwing the rock at the red fakie's back. “RUN, DRAGON!”
Dragon didn't need telling twice, he ran away.
“You feathered FREAK!” screamed Gaucho. “COME DOWN HERE AND FIGHT US LIKE A MAN!!!”
“Oh yeah? Why don't you come up here?” taunted Silver, buzzing past his head.
“Faust, get over here!” cried Gaucho.
The red fakie struggled, “Owww Gaucho, can't you see I'm in pain over here?”
“I don't care, get over here I need you for somethin'!”
“I'm waaaaaaiiiting...” called Silver, circling the two fakies like a vulture.
He watched in amusement as Gaucho climbed on Faust's shoulders and began swinging at him.
“WHOA GAUCHO STOP! YOU'RE KICKIN' ME IN THE CHEST!” cried Faust.
Silver easily dodged the two awkward fakies, it was pretty obvious they'd never fought a pegasus before. Or, at least not one that could fly.
“Aw come on, you guys can do better than that, can't you? You're fakies! The scourge of the earth!”
“Why don't you come down here and find out you little coward! God, you're worse than your big brother!”
That did it.
Silver kicked Gaucho in the chest and sent him flying off Faust's shoulders. Then he landed and slugged Faust as hard as he could, gritting his teeth when his wrist smarted. Being a pegasus he had to be careful how he hit a pony, or his bones would break. If he threw all his weight into it, his bones would snap. This is why he usually fought ponies with a weapon of some kind. While the fakie was nursing his wound, Silver slipped his backpack off his shoulders and began swinging it.
“Want a face full of this, piglet?” he taunted.
The red fakie looked up with an ever so slightly insane grin.
“What did you say?” he asked in a voice that trembled with something... something that Silver had never heard before.
“Ooooh now you made him maaad...” wheezed an out of breath Gaucho.
Silver tried to ignore them both. “You heard what I said!” he cried, “COME AND GET IT!”
The fakie charged, Silver swung, but missed. Faust caught his bookbag and used it to spin the young pegasus toward him. It happened too fast, Silver couldn't get away. The fakie struck him across the mouth, and he tasted blood as he hit the ground. He grunted hard as the fakie pinned him to the ground.
“Bane of Starlight Hollow, my cloven hoof.” snarled Faust as he wrapped his hooves around the purple pony's neck. Silver struggled, but the fakie was just too strong.
“If anybody's listening up there, please don't let this be the way I die.” thought Silver desperately as the world began to grow fuzzy around the edges.
Suddenly, there was a cry and a sudden 'whoosh' as the fakie was thrown off of him. He felt Dragon's hoof close around his wrist as he dragged him upwards and began running.
“Sorry, Silv!”
“THIS AIN'T OVER!” cried the punier, blue fakie.
Silver wished he could catch his breath so he could yell out an insult at those two, but then again, maybe it was better he couldn't. God only knew how much trouble his mouth had almost got him in. He didn't know how Dragon did it, but the young Clyde managed to drag him two blocks until they got to a place where most fakies feared to tread, the arch of the rainbow.
The Arch was a gateway to an old cemetery, but there was a legend saying that whomever stood under it was protected by its magical properties. Fakies had an aversion to magic of any kind, in fact most of them feared it, so Dragon figured they were safe for a little while.
“H-How did you...?”
“I thought you were right behind me!” cried Dragon, worried.
“I was...” panted Silver. “Thanks, dude.”
“Just... don't tell my Mom and Dad, okay?” pleaded Dragon in a slightly panicked tone.
“Buddy, you know your secret's safe with me.” said Silver, managing to get his breathing under control.
“Why did you stay behind to fight those guys, Silv? They're fakies! You know how strong they are!”
“So? It's better than being compared to a dead dumbass.” growled Silver.
Dragon blinked. “Dead... dumb... wait... what?”
“You haven't heard?” asked Silver, amazed that Dragon hadn't already heard some version of the story.
The yellow pony shook his head.
“Blade... finally bit the big one.” Silver spat bitterly.
“Blade's dead?” gasped Dragon.
Silver shrugged. “Yup.”
“H-How did that happen?” sputtered the young Clyde. “A-and what do you mean finally? He wasn't that old!”
“Offed himself.” Silver growled. “That's what I mean by finally. I guess he just put himself out of his own misery.”
“He didn't do it at your house, did he?”
“No, bastard had the decency to leave before he did it.” Silver almost instantly regretted telling Dragon, he had hoped for some kind of sympathy outside his hysterical family, but Dragon seemed to be headed that way himself.
“Where did he—I mean... when's the funeral?”
Silver shook his head. “We aren't havin' a funeral.”
“But... wouldn't your Mom--”
“Dragon, I didn't ask questions. All I know is, we're not havin' a funeral.” he growled. “not a very nice person didn't deserve one anyway.”
Dragon knew this side of Silver well, whenever he was truly upset over something, he tended to skip right over sadness and go to anger, then rage, then bitterness. To tell the truth it always sort of worried him.
“Silv... he was your brother. It's okay to be sad over him.”
“That's the thing, I don't want to be sad over him.” muttered Silver, never looking up.
“But... he was family!” Dragon pointed out.
Silver glared at him. “Yeah, was bein' the key word here. He's not anymore.”
“You're willing to forget about him, just like that?”
“It's what he wanted, isn't it?” growled Silver.
“Silv, we both know Blade... chances are this isn't what he wanted.”
“Yeah well, he's dead now, so it doesn't matter what he wants, does it?”
Dragon wanted to argue, but he knew it was futile when Silv was in this kind of mood. The young peg would just find a way to beat down everything he said.
“So.. did you find out?” he asked, gently changing the subject.
“Find out what?”
“You know, that thing we talked about on Friday?”
Silver tried to think, his life had sort of imploded over the weekend.
“Your power!” Dragon reminded. “It's was your half-birthday on Saturday! Did you ever find out what your power was?”
“OH!” cried Silver. “Not yet.” he grumbled, silently cursing Blade again. He had ruined that occasion for him.
“You wanna go to the stone and find out?”
“Sure.” replied Silver. They had a little while before school. Besides, anything to get his mind off how miserable things were right now. At least if he found out his power, that would be one thing to be happy about... right?
The Elemental Stone (or, The Stone, as it was called) was set up at the edge of the town square, it was a magically imbued stone that told the pony that touched it what element they were. Some ponies were fire, some were water, others were lightning, and so on. Of course some ponies had no magic, Dragon had gone a few months before and the stone had had no reaction to his touch whatsoever. That was okay with him, though. Dragon's parents expected too much of him as it was, to tack any kind of magic on top of it would've just been murder.
Silver, however, was the offspring of a rainbow. He had to have some latent magic in him somewhere.
“Just you watch, I'll have 'flower power', like Flower.” he muttered, referring to his older sister Flowerchild, who was indeed a flower mage.
Dragon laughed. “I don't think fate would be that cruel, Silv.”
“You'd be surprised.” he grumbled, handing his bookbag to Dragon as he walked over to the stone. “Hold this for me.”
Dragon watched as Silver walked over to the horseshoe shaped stone, he just knew that whatever Silver's power was, it had to be something cool. After all, not even the fates would mess with The Bane of Starlight Hollow. The nickname had been earned after he had attacked a rather unfair umpire on the Starlight Hollow Little League team with a bat a few years back. It had ended whatever baseball career he'd had, but had permanently cemented his place as the town trouble-maker.
Silver rubbed his hooves together as he approached the stone, he had always wondered what his power was. He knew his Mother was a rainbow, but he wasn't. He had never known what his Dad was, it was a subject that his Mother avoided at all costs. Most of the time it didn't bother him too much, but at times like this, he kind of wished he knew what to expect. Or even if he had anything to expect at all.
Sighing, he placed his hooves on the stone and waited.
“This is kinda stupid...” he thought, after a moment. Maybe he didn't have a power after all, it would kind of suck, but he'd be okay. After all, he had survived this long without a power.
Suddenly, the stone began to glow.
“It's about time.” thought Silver, moments before he was thrown back by the stone.
“GAH!”
“Silv?!” cried Dragon.
Silver looked down at his hooves, they were enveloped by a black, crackling substance. He watched in horror and amazement as the grass underneath them withered and died. Blinking hard, he looked over at the stone, it was still glowing.
“What's going on?!” asked Dragon.
“I don't know!” cried Silver.
The two yearlings gazed at the stone in awe as writing began to appear on it as if chiseled by an unseen hand.
“I don't know if this was a good idea...” muttered Silver.
“Me either!” cried Dragon, diving behind him.
“Thanks a lot, dude!” yelled Silver.
“Hey, you're the one that ticked it off!” Dragon shot back.
He had a point. Still, they both waited until the stone stopped glowing before going and reading what it said.
“Chaos.” read Silver aloud. As soon as he had said it, the words vanished, making more cracks in the stone.
Dragon blinked. “Chaos?”
Silver shrugged. “I don't get it, my Mom's a rainbow, how'd I end up as a chaos element?”
“I don't know.” shrugged Dragon. “I guess you'll have to ask her.”
Silver shook her head. “I'd do better looking it up myself. Mom has enough to worry about.”
“What does a chaos element do?” asked Dragon.
“Your guess is as good as mine.” muttered Silver. Though he had a sneaking suspicion that whatever it was, it wasn't good. He decided not to tell his Mom, he had a feeling she would be disappointed. She had cried enough lately, the last thing he wanted to do was make her cry more. Never let it be said that the Bane of Starlight Hollow didn't have a heart.
“I hope Midas doesn't decide to pick on today...” sighed Dragon. “I'm getting really tired of him calling me 'Puff The Magic Dragon'.”
“If he does, then I'll just have to give him Blade's beating.” Silver growled as they walked toward school.
~*~*~*~
Two things: "Yearlings" is a relative term, in this instance it's just used to refer to a 'young' pony. I think it's more of an 'old school' term that ponies use in my version of ponyland than anything, since it doesn't really apply all that correctly.
And uh... I was gonna explain something else, but I forgot what it was! Anyway, if you spot anything you got questions about, just ask me and I'll answer them. >_>;;
-§parky
Silver is, a kid. He's only 12. He doesn't sound or act like it (within reason), but he's still ultimately a kid. A kid who thinks he has something to prove to the world, which is why he acts so tough. He is Blade's polar opposite. A foolishly brave, brash young thing with a smart mouth who doesn't know quite when to keep it shut. He gets himself into a lot of trouble that way.
In this story, Silver is angry at his older brother for "dying". (His Mother, Magnolia, kept the actual truth from him for safety reasons.) He doesn't grieve through the normal "channels", instead of sadness, he expresses his grief through anger. We got a glimpse of him in the other story I wrote for the March challenge... this is a more in-depth one. Here's hoping you guys enjoy it... ^_^;;;
~*~*~*~
Silver couldn't wait to get out of his house that morning. Not because he particularly liked going to school, rather, he just didn't want to be around his grieving family anymore. He couldn't take it. Why wasn't anybody angry at Blade? He was! And whenever he expressed that, his Mom and sister just seemed to get more upset.
“If he wanted out of life that badly? Good riddance.” he snorted in disgusted. He was ready to forget about his older brother, obviously, that's what he'd wanted when he had walked out the door on Friday morning, for every one to forget he'd ever existed. Personally, Silver was glad to do him the favor.
Besides, it was Blade's fault that he got into trouble almost every day. With a reputation like Blade's (his last 'rumble' had been against fifth graders... and he'd lost.), every pony in Starlight Hollow thought that Silver would be easy pickings. After all, if the older brother was that much of a wimp, then the younger had to be that much more of a coward, right?
So far, Silver had proven that line of logic to be wrong.
Every fight that ponies picked with him, he took them up on it. Almost to the point of being a bully, or at least that's what one of his teachers had told his Mother once. He didn't necessarily like the comparison, because at the time, he hadn't been one to pick fights. But of course now... he didn't care. After all, if you're going to be blamed with it anyway, why not give the public what they want?
And every day, Silver put on a show.
This morning, the opening act was two Fakies who happened to be chasing his best friend down the street.
“SILV! HELP!” cried Dragon in his strange, bleating voice.
To any passers-by, the situation would've looked strange, a Clyde asking a Pegasus for help. But see, they didn't know the situation. Dragon's parents were strict, if Dragon got into a fight (even if it was in self-defense) they refused to see it from his point of view, they would punish him regardless. So, Silver had offered to do all his fighting for him, a move that had ended up earning Silver a lot of fear.
The purple peg picked up two rocks from the ground and flew off after the three ponies. It was a good thing he was fast, because they had already cornered Dragon.
“Look what we got us, Faust.” taunted a tall, skinny blue fakie with red eyes and a long, lion-like tail. “We got us a Clyde.”
“Fresh meat!” answered the short, fat, red fakie who's named seemed to be Faust.
“You're one to talk, Hambone!” shouted Silver, throwing the rock at the red fakie's back. “RUN, DRAGON!”
Dragon didn't need telling twice, he ran away.
“You feathered FREAK!” screamed Gaucho. “COME DOWN HERE AND FIGHT US LIKE A MAN!!!”
“Oh yeah? Why don't you come up here?” taunted Silver, buzzing past his head.
“Faust, get over here!” cried Gaucho.
The red fakie struggled, “Owww Gaucho, can't you see I'm in pain over here?”
“I don't care, get over here I need you for somethin'!”
“I'm waaaaaaiiiting...” called Silver, circling the two fakies like a vulture.
He watched in amusement as Gaucho climbed on Faust's shoulders and began swinging at him.
“WHOA GAUCHO STOP! YOU'RE KICKIN' ME IN THE CHEST!” cried Faust.
Silver easily dodged the two awkward fakies, it was pretty obvious they'd never fought a pegasus before. Or, at least not one that could fly.
“Aw come on, you guys can do better than that, can't you? You're fakies! The scourge of the earth!”
“Why don't you come down here and find out you little coward! God, you're worse than your big brother!”
That did it.
Silver kicked Gaucho in the chest and sent him flying off Faust's shoulders. Then he landed and slugged Faust as hard as he could, gritting his teeth when his wrist smarted. Being a pegasus he had to be careful how he hit a pony, or his bones would break. If he threw all his weight into it, his bones would snap. This is why he usually fought ponies with a weapon of some kind. While the fakie was nursing his wound, Silver slipped his backpack off his shoulders and began swinging it.
“Want a face full of this, piglet?” he taunted.
The red fakie looked up with an ever so slightly insane grin.
“What did you say?” he asked in a voice that trembled with something... something that Silver had never heard before.
“Ooooh now you made him maaad...” wheezed an out of breath Gaucho.
Silver tried to ignore them both. “You heard what I said!” he cried, “COME AND GET IT!”
The fakie charged, Silver swung, but missed. Faust caught his bookbag and used it to spin the young pegasus toward him. It happened too fast, Silver couldn't get away. The fakie struck him across the mouth, and he tasted blood as he hit the ground. He grunted hard as the fakie pinned him to the ground.
“Bane of Starlight Hollow, my cloven hoof.” snarled Faust as he wrapped his hooves around the purple pony's neck. Silver struggled, but the fakie was just too strong.
“If anybody's listening up there, please don't let this be the way I die.” thought Silver desperately as the world began to grow fuzzy around the edges.
Suddenly, there was a cry and a sudden 'whoosh' as the fakie was thrown off of him. He felt Dragon's hoof close around his wrist as he dragged him upwards and began running.
“Sorry, Silv!”
“THIS AIN'T OVER!” cried the punier, blue fakie.
Silver wished he could catch his breath so he could yell out an insult at those two, but then again, maybe it was better he couldn't. God only knew how much trouble his mouth had almost got him in. He didn't know how Dragon did it, but the young Clyde managed to drag him two blocks until they got to a place where most fakies feared to tread, the arch of the rainbow.
The Arch was a gateway to an old cemetery, but there was a legend saying that whomever stood under it was protected by its magical properties. Fakies had an aversion to magic of any kind, in fact most of them feared it, so Dragon figured they were safe for a little while.
“H-How did you...?”
“I thought you were right behind me!” cried Dragon, worried.
“I was...” panted Silver. “Thanks, dude.”
“Just... don't tell my Mom and Dad, okay?” pleaded Dragon in a slightly panicked tone.
“Buddy, you know your secret's safe with me.” said Silver, managing to get his breathing under control.
“Why did you stay behind to fight those guys, Silv? They're fakies! You know how strong they are!”
“So? It's better than being compared to a dead dumbass.” growled Silver.
Dragon blinked. “Dead... dumb... wait... what?”
“You haven't heard?” asked Silver, amazed that Dragon hadn't already heard some version of the story.
The yellow pony shook his head.
“Blade... finally bit the big one.” Silver spat bitterly.
“Blade's dead?” gasped Dragon.
Silver shrugged. “Yup.”
“H-How did that happen?” sputtered the young Clyde. “A-and what do you mean finally? He wasn't that old!”
“Offed himself.” Silver growled. “That's what I mean by finally. I guess he just put himself out of his own misery.”
“He didn't do it at your house, did he?”
“No, bastard had the decency to leave before he did it.” Silver almost instantly regretted telling Dragon, he had hoped for some kind of sympathy outside his hysterical family, but Dragon seemed to be headed that way himself.
“Where did he—I mean... when's the funeral?”
Silver shook his head. “We aren't havin' a funeral.”
“But... wouldn't your Mom--”
“Dragon, I didn't ask questions. All I know is, we're not havin' a funeral.” he growled. “not a very nice person didn't deserve one anyway.”
Dragon knew this side of Silver well, whenever he was truly upset over something, he tended to skip right over sadness and go to anger, then rage, then bitterness. To tell the truth it always sort of worried him.
“Silv... he was your brother. It's okay to be sad over him.”
“That's the thing, I don't want to be sad over him.” muttered Silver, never looking up.
“But... he was family!” Dragon pointed out.
Silver glared at him. “Yeah, was bein' the key word here. He's not anymore.”
“You're willing to forget about him, just like that?”
“It's what he wanted, isn't it?” growled Silver.
“Silv, we both know Blade... chances are this isn't what he wanted.”
“Yeah well, he's dead now, so it doesn't matter what he wants, does it?”
Dragon wanted to argue, but he knew it was futile when Silv was in this kind of mood. The young peg would just find a way to beat down everything he said.
“So.. did you find out?” he asked, gently changing the subject.
“Find out what?”
“You know, that thing we talked about on Friday?”
Silver tried to think, his life had sort of imploded over the weekend.
“Your power!” Dragon reminded. “It's was your half-birthday on Saturday! Did you ever find out what your power was?”
“OH!” cried Silver. “Not yet.” he grumbled, silently cursing Blade again. He had ruined that occasion for him.
“You wanna go to the stone and find out?”
“Sure.” replied Silver. They had a little while before school. Besides, anything to get his mind off how miserable things were right now. At least if he found out his power, that would be one thing to be happy about... right?
The Elemental Stone (or, The Stone, as it was called) was set up at the edge of the town square, it was a magically imbued stone that told the pony that touched it what element they were. Some ponies were fire, some were water, others were lightning, and so on. Of course some ponies had no magic, Dragon had gone a few months before and the stone had had no reaction to his touch whatsoever. That was okay with him, though. Dragon's parents expected too much of him as it was, to tack any kind of magic on top of it would've just been murder.
Silver, however, was the offspring of a rainbow. He had to have some latent magic in him somewhere.
“Just you watch, I'll have 'flower power', like Flower.” he muttered, referring to his older sister Flowerchild, who was indeed a flower mage.
Dragon laughed. “I don't think fate would be that cruel, Silv.”
“You'd be surprised.” he grumbled, handing his bookbag to Dragon as he walked over to the stone. “Hold this for me.”
Dragon watched as Silver walked over to the horseshoe shaped stone, he just knew that whatever Silver's power was, it had to be something cool. After all, not even the fates would mess with The Bane of Starlight Hollow. The nickname had been earned after he had attacked a rather unfair umpire on the Starlight Hollow Little League team with a bat a few years back. It had ended whatever baseball career he'd had, but had permanently cemented his place as the town trouble-maker.
Silver rubbed his hooves together as he approached the stone, he had always wondered what his power was. He knew his Mother was a rainbow, but he wasn't. He had never known what his Dad was, it was a subject that his Mother avoided at all costs. Most of the time it didn't bother him too much, but at times like this, he kind of wished he knew what to expect. Or even if he had anything to expect at all.
Sighing, he placed his hooves on the stone and waited.
“This is kinda stupid...” he thought, after a moment. Maybe he didn't have a power after all, it would kind of suck, but he'd be okay. After all, he had survived this long without a power.
Suddenly, the stone began to glow.
“It's about time.” thought Silver, moments before he was thrown back by the stone.
“GAH!”
“Silv?!” cried Dragon.
Silver looked down at his hooves, they were enveloped by a black, crackling substance. He watched in horror and amazement as the grass underneath them withered and died. Blinking hard, he looked over at the stone, it was still glowing.
“What's going on?!” asked Dragon.
“I don't know!” cried Silver.
The two yearlings gazed at the stone in awe as writing began to appear on it as if chiseled by an unseen hand.
“I don't know if this was a good idea...” muttered Silver.
“Me either!” cried Dragon, diving behind him.
“Thanks a lot, dude!” yelled Silver.
“Hey, you're the one that ticked it off!” Dragon shot back.
He had a point. Still, they both waited until the stone stopped glowing before going and reading what it said.
“Chaos.” read Silver aloud. As soon as he had said it, the words vanished, making more cracks in the stone.
Dragon blinked. “Chaos?”
Silver shrugged. “I don't get it, my Mom's a rainbow, how'd I end up as a chaos element?”
“I don't know.” shrugged Dragon. “I guess you'll have to ask her.”
Silver shook her head. “I'd do better looking it up myself. Mom has enough to worry about.”
“What does a chaos element do?” asked Dragon.
“Your guess is as good as mine.” muttered Silver. Though he had a sneaking suspicion that whatever it was, it wasn't good. He decided not to tell his Mom, he had a feeling she would be disappointed. She had cried enough lately, the last thing he wanted to do was make her cry more. Never let it be said that the Bane of Starlight Hollow didn't have a heart.
“I hope Midas doesn't decide to pick on today...” sighed Dragon. “I'm getting really tired of him calling me 'Puff The Magic Dragon'.”
“If he does, then I'll just have to give him Blade's beating.” Silver growled as they walked toward school.
~*~*~*~
Two things: "Yearlings" is a relative term, in this instance it's just used to refer to a 'young' pony. I think it's more of an 'old school' term that ponies use in my version of ponyland than anything, since it doesn't really apply all that correctly.
And uh... I was gonna explain something else, but I forgot what it was! Anyway, if you spot anything you got questions about, just ask me and I'll answer them. >_>;;
-§parky
