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One of the players in this game is Hasbro. The other is the collective brony hive mind. Who do you think is playing 'First' and who do you think is playing 'Second'?

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Cap. 10

Por donde íbamos? Ah si…

Marshall POV:
Yo: Esto… Yo… Queria decirte que yo….
Fionna: Si?
Yo: Es que yo…
Cake: EJEM EJEM!!! Fionna, no le tenias otra cosa mas preparada a ML?
Finn y Jake: Eso!
Fionna: Oh! Es verdad! Vamos a la parte de atrás. Aparte de Hambo tienes una segunda parte como regalo: Una canción con un mensaje incluido!
Yo: Un mensaje?
Fionna: Aja!

Fionna POV

Todos nos fuimos a la parte de atrás. Allí había un escenario muy rebuscado pero decente. También había un pequeño grupo detrás de un micrófono (Todo metido en el escenario). Entonces subí y empecé a hablar justo antes de empezar a cantar.
Yo: Ejem? Se oye? Si. Ok, eh… Hola a todos! No me presento porque ya me conocéis y… Bueno… Queria cantar una canción en honor al cumpleañero de hoy. Te conste, no es una canción de cumpleaños y a demas tiene un mensaje que entenderéis nomas empezar. Y te conste, otra vez, quiero que sepáis que estoy nerviosísima porque nunca había cantado en publico y porque el motivo de la canción es In-Por-Tan-Ti-Si-Mo! Al menos para mi. Así que no seáis muy críticos plis! DALE!
La oreja de van gogh "nadie como tu" (Con unas partes cambiadas para que tenga mas sentido acorde con la historia)  

Yo: <<Nadie como tu para hacerme reír. Nadie como tu sabe tanto de mi nadie como tu es capaz de compartir mis penas, mi tristeza, mis ganas de vivir tienes ese don de dar tranquilidad de saber escuchar, de envolverme en paz. Tienes la virtud de hacerme olvidar el miedo que me da mirar la oscuridad. Solamente tu lo puedes entender y solamente tu te lo podrás creer. En silencio y sin cruzar una palabra. Solamente una mirada es suficiente para hablar ya es mas de un año entero de momentos congelados en recuerdos que jamás se olvidaran. Nadie como tu para pedir perdón. Nadie como tu valora esta canción. Nadie como tu me da su protección, me ayuda a caminar, me aparta del dolor. tienes ese don de dar tranquilidad de saber escuchar, de envolverme en paz. Tienes la virtud de hacerme olvidar el miedo que me da mirar la oscuridad. Solamente tu lo puedes entender y solamente tu te lo podrás creer. Y pasaran los años y siempre estarás buscando un plan para que se hagan realidad los sueños que soñábamos antes de ayer al dormir hablando del tiempo que nos quedara por vivir. En silencio y sin cruzar una palabra. Solamente una mirada es suficiente para hablar ya es mas  de un años entero de momentos congelados en recuerdos que jamás se olvidaran. Y sin hablar. Sólo al mirar sabremos llegar a entender que jamás ni nada ni nadie en la vida nos separara. >>

Solo vi que todos me miraban con cara de orgullo, de tipo "o que bonito", pero a mi me importaba la de Marshall. Pero, lo único que vi fue que venia flotando hacia mi, pero… Venia… ¿Llorando? Si! Venia llorando! Pero muy sonriente… Eran lagrimas de felicidad. En aquel momento me di cuenta de que venia hacia mi. Mi corazón iba a 100. La madre de ML me miraba mal, pero su padre, Marceline, Elisabeth, Finn, Jake, Cake, Gumball y todos los presentes me miraban con mucha felicidad (Algunos hasta llorando). Cuando Marshall Lee llego hasta aquí, se puso al lado mío y me susurro al oído:
Marshall: Me has quitado las palabras de la boca.
Y entonces me beso. Espera… ME BESO! OMG esto es increíble!!! No savia que hacer, así que simplemente disfrute del momento. Muchos empezaron a aplaudir. Cuando nos despegamos simplemente nos sonreímos, y de alguna forma, con los ojos nos decíamos "te amo". Pero después de unos segundos empezamos a hablar.
Marshall: ¿Quién iba a pensar que nos queríamos mutuamente?
Yo: Ya verdad…
Todos los demas: NOSOTROS!!!
ML y yo: Hahaha!!!
ML: Entonces es oficial?
Yo: Es oficial!
ML y yo: SOMOS PAREJA!!!

En el siguiente cap….
Fionna: ESTAMOS CASADOS Y NI ME LO DICES?!
Cake: COMO HAS PODIDO CASARTE CON MI NIÑA?!
Finn: MARSHALL LEE VAMPIRO PERVERTIDO VEN AQUÍ!!!
Jake: MARSHALL! SOLO TIENE 13 AÑOS!!!
Fionna, Cake y Finn: En serio? ESO ES LO QUE TE PREOCUPA?!
Jake: Bueno, yo… Es que…
Cake: VEN AQUÍ VAMPIRO TONTO!!!
Marshall: TENGO UNA EXPLICACION!!! Déjenme hablar!!!
Condesa vampiro: Por que no le dejamos explicarse a su majestad?
Aqui les dejo el capi 10. El siguiente sera muy especial porque... Fionnna se entera de lo de Marshall!!!
Lo subo hoy porque ya lo tenioa escrito, y porque dije que lo subiria como muy tarde el miercoles. Pues majos, ES LUNES!

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    Capi. 3

    - ¿Finn verdad? Ese es tu nombre –pregunto Cake mientras caminaba cargando a Fionna en el lomo y seguían al chico y su perro que cargaba al humano por igual-

    - Así es, soy Finn el humano –agrego el vivazmente-

    -Finn, -Fionna le hablo- ¿Existen mas humanos en Ooo?

    Finn la miro sobre el hombro con el rostro reflejando tristeza, negó con la cabeza –No, solo yo- Fionna agacho la cabeza tristemente y Cake intento animarla haciéndola saltar sobre su lomo.

    - Y, ¿Qué las trae por estas tierras chicas? –Pregunto Jake para romper el silencio que se había formado-

    Cake miro a Fionna y con la mirada se dijeron todo, no veían el por que no contarles su misión. Quizás hasta les podrían dar pistas.

    Mientras Fionna les explicaba la razón de su visita Cake iba fascinada con la similitud entre las tierras, era como si Ooo fuera una extensión de Aaa, o viceversa.

    - ¿Y a donde irán a buscar pistas? –Pregunto Jake-

    - Eso no lo sabemos –contesto Fionna- Cuando vi a Finn pensé que a lo mejor él podría darnos alguna, pero él sabe de esto tan poco como nosotras

    Finn se sintió un poco culpable por no poder ayudar, de verdad quería ayudar. Quería conocer de donde venia. Varias veces en el pasado lo había pensando, había planeado irse e investigar que había sido de los humanos, pero siempre se retractaba al final convenciéndose de que no era necesario, tenía un hermano, era feliz, ¿Por qué preocuparse por el pasado? Pero ahora que aparecía esa extraña chica tan similar a él, la llama de la duda había vuelto al pecho de Finn, quería saber, quería averiguar, quería conocer que había sucedido con su gente. No podía vivir eternamente ignorando de donde venia.

    - Quizás yo no sepa mucho pero si se quien nos pueda ayudar –agrego Finn finalmente, Fionna y Cake sonrieron ampliamente-

    Al llegar al dulce reino Fionna y Cake no lo podían creer, era idéntico al dulce reino de Aaa. Cuando conocieron a la dulce princesa la mandíbula casi se sale de su lugar ante la cara de sorpresa que no pudieron evitar poner en sus semblantes.

    -*-

    - Así que tu también eres humana –decía la dulce princesa mientras la examinaba cuidadosamente- ¡es sorprendente! Pensamos que no existía más

    Fionna reía torpemente mientras Finn le sonreía para calmarla. – Princesa, Fionna tiene unas preguntas que le gustaría hacerle –Dijo Finn para abordar el tema de una vez por todas, la princesa asintió con la cabeza y miro a Fionna indicándole que preguntara-

    Fionna tomo aire y pregunto un poco temerosa de la respuesta - ¿Qué paso antes, durante y después de la guerra de los champiñones? ¿Por qué desaparecieron los humanos?

    - Los registros no son exactos – apuro a excusarse la princesa- amm… lo único que sabemos es lo que se a compartido de generación a generación a la nobleza del dulce reino.

    Finn se sorprendió enormemente, el había pensado en mas de una vez en preguntar a la princesa e investigar acerca de su pasado, pero el temor no se lo había permitido; ahora llegaba esta extraña chica y la princesa se abre completamente para contar un secreto real.

    - No debería por que puede romper la estabilidad del reino y de todo el continente. Pero también creo que lo mas sano es que lo sepan. –La princesa se mordió el labio inferior y les indico que pasaran a su oficina personal-

    - Antes de desatarse la guerra de los champiñones el mundo era gobernado por humanos, todos los seres que ven aquí descienden de esos humanos. –Comento seriamente la princesa, Finn y Fionna los miraban incrédulos- La guerra fue liberada hace mas de 1000 años e inicio por ataques de un lejano continente, mas haya del mar, hacia las costas Oestes de Ooo; los humanos liberaron una guerra en contra de sus hermanos. Unas criaturas de metal se ciñeron sobre las tierras de Aaa y dejaron caer algo que provoco que los seres humanos que Vivian en estas tierras sufrieran mutaciones, todos los seres que viven son mutantes engendrados a causa de la guerra.

    Finn y Fionna no podían creer lo que escuchaban ¿Entonces por qué ellos eran completamente humanos? ¿Qué hay mas haya del mar? ¿Aun existen personas?

    - La razón por la que esto es secreto real es para mantener la salud mental y el estatus quo de la sociedad de Ooo. – Fionna interrumpió a la princesa para realizar una pregunta que la atormentaba-

    - La familia real de Aaa, ¿conoce esta historia?

    -Eso no lo se –le contesto la dulce princesa-

    - y la gente de Aaa ¿también es mutante?

    La dulce princesa trago gordo antes de contestar – Si.

    Finn y Fionna se sintieron tristes y la a vez un dejo de culpabilidad carcomió su corazón, su raza se había atacado entre si, su raza se despedazaba sin importar las consecuencias.

    - Eso es lo que yo conozco –dijo ella sintiéndose mal por no poder ayudarlos mas- los libros y registros durante y antes de esa época se han perdido, en la biblioteca real no existe nada de ellos. Lo siento –dijo penosamente la princesa-

    Finn y Fionna se sintieron impotentes, comenzaban a tener pistas de que podría haber pasado con su gente, estaban apenas arañando la verdad y se quedaban sin rumbo a seguir.

    - Existe alguien que les puede ayudar –dijo la princesa al ver la cara de decepción de los jóvenes aventureros- Alguien que vivió durante esa época.

    -*-

    Marshall Lee se encontraba aburrido en la casa del árbol, como ya se había cansado de dormitar y había terminado con todos los juegos de video disponibles, decidió que era momento de salir al mundo. Se vistió con pantalón gris con delgadas rayas horizontales, camiseta morada bajo una camisa azul mora y una corbata morada mal amarrada, como aun había suficiente sol decidió vestir un saco Sport negro y tomo su parasol Negro y morado. ¿A dónde iría tan elegantemente vestido? A recoger fresas.

    No tenía ganas de regresar rápido a la casa del árbol, decidió desviarse un poco del camino y dar un paseo por el gran bosque de camino al campo de fresas. Escucho el sonido del rio y se acercó a él, se encorvo hasta poder asomar su cara en el agua cristalina; no vio nada, su reflejo no estaba como hacia miles de años no aparecía, suspiro pesadamente y con la punta de los dedos toco la superficie del agua, recobro la posición anterior no sin antes recoger unas cuantas piedras del piso; tiro una hacia la superficie del agua haciendo que esta rebotara, tiro la segunda y el efecto fue el mismo, apretó fuertemente los dientes y la tercera la tiro con mas fuerza, tanta que llego al otro lado del rio chocando con algo invisible que bloqueo su trayectoria.

    Marshall se sorprendió y voló hacia la cosa invisible, estiro su mano para poder tocarla y al contacto la cosa invisible tomo color; una enorme mansión apareció frente a sus ojos.

    -*-

    -Marceline, ¿estas ahí? –Preguntaba Finn mientras tocaba la puerta de su casa esperando respuesta-

    Fionna y Cake observaban la pequeña cabaña, se les hacia tan conocida, era idéntica a la de Marshall.

    - ¿Quién me busca? –grito Marceline al aparecer tras de ellos convertida en un mounstro con tentáculos, Cake y Jake gritaron del susto. Cake se aferro con sus garras a uno de los arboles sobre la casa y Jake se escondió rápidamente tras de Finn. Marceline no pudo evitar dejar escapar una sonora risa.-

    Fionna la contemplo de arriba a abajo, su cabello era largo y oscuro, su piel pálida y sus ojos rojos, llevaba una blusa a cuadros, jeans desteñidos y unas botas negras altas. Busco en su cuello y encontró dos puntos, una mordida. Cuando Marceline sonrió no pudo evitar notar los colmillos que se asomaban por sus dientes.

    - ¡Por Glob! ¡Eres un vampiro! –grito Fionna señalándola, Marceline la miro de arriba a abajo analizándola-

    - Que perspicaz eres pequeña humana –contesto Marceline en tono burlón-

    -*-

    Marshall entro con cuidado a la mansión, - No es que sea metiche–dijo para si mismo- Es que soy un aventurero nato – La idea le provoco risa, pero no desistió de entrar.

    Al encontrarse en la entrada contemplo que frente a él se extendía un enorme pasillo con fotos de humanos, conto mentalmente unas 20 puertas entre ambos lados del pasillo, al final de este diviso una luz. Camino hacia ella y al llegar al enorme salón se percato que la luz emanaba de un candelabro colgando del techo.

    Inspecciono con la vista el salón en el que se encontraba, frente a el una mesa con libros abiertos, hacia los lados grandes estantes con libros, muñecos, cajas extrañas, un sinfín de objetos que le traían recuerdos. Camino hacia algo que le llamo la atención, tomo el aparato entre sus manos y le quito el polvo de encima con un soplido. Era un toca discos, una pequeña sonrisa melancólica se formo en sus labios. Busco rápido con su vista en los estantes cercanos y lo que encontró lo lleno aun mas de una extraña y melancólica felicidad; eran LP'S que hacia una vida no veía, que pensó perdidos en la noche de los siglos; en la parte inferior decía "The Beatles" en letras negras sobre una foto del grupo, en la parte superior sobre un fondo rojo decía "Strawberry Fields forever" y "Penny Lane". Sintió un escalofrió recorrer su cuerpo y comenzó a temblar ligeramente.

    - A…ayudamee –escucho Marshall una voz que no sabia de donde provenía, dejo el LP sobre una mesa y busco con la mirada al dueño de la voz-

    - ¿Dónde estas? –Pregunto Marshall para después guardar silencio y poder detectar de donde provenía la voz-

    - Por aquí… -escucho débilmente la voz que parecía provenir de bajo una pila de libros y papeles, Marshall se apresuró y rápidamente quito las cosas que apresaban al extraño ente-

    Cuando por fin pudo ponerse de pie, con un poco de ayuda de Marshall ya que su cuerpo estaba ligeramente lastimado, lo pudo analizar bien; hombre mayor con barba de tres días, portaba una túnica larga en color azul oscuro como el color del cielo nocturno, en los hombros caía algo que parecía una estola y sobre el estomago atravesaba una cinta gruesa que servía como cinto, de este cinto colgaban algunos frascos y cosas pequeñas.

    Cuando el mago se acomodó miro fijamente a Marshall que lo miraba con cierta extrañeza –Gracias por salvarme chico –le dijo el serenamente- si no hubieras entrado quien sabe cuanto tiempo hubiera pasado bajo esas cosas. ¿Gustas una taza de te? –pregunto el, Marshall negó- Bueno, yo si quiero. Sígueme por favor.

    Marshall lo siguió asombrado por la enorme bastedad de cosas que había sobre los estantes. - ¿Qué lugar es este? –Pregunto-

    - Esta es mi tienda –contesto el mago mientras caminaba frente a Marshall dándole un recorrido por el enorme lugar-

    - ¿Qué clase de tienda?

    - Yo ofrezco servicios y la gente los compra –Marshall sintió como si el extraño mago lo tratara como a un idiota-

    - Entiendo el concepto de tienda, lo que pregunto es; ¿Qué vende? ¿Vende los libros, Lps y demás cosas?

    - No, yo vendo un servicio, vendo lo que necesiten y todas las cosas que ves aquí han sido el pago por mi servicio, me pagan con sus bienes preciados. –Marshall no termino de entender el concepto de lo que se trataba la tienda-

    Estaba asombrado con la cantidad de cosas que tenia almacenadas, la mansión era aun mucho mas grande por dentro de lo que aparentaba por fuera; libros, lps, espadas, extrañas botellas con polvos, muñecas de porcelana, en fin, un mundo de cosas preciadas.

    Al llegar a la mesita de te el extraño mago tomo asiento y con un ademan invito a Marshall a imitarlo; sobre la mesa una tetera beige lo seducía con el dulce aroma que emanaba junto con vapor de la boquilla, al lado de ella un plato con exquisitos postres, y acompañando todo, un gran tazón de fresas.

    Marshall miro al mago servirse una taza una taza de te para si mismo, tomo un plato pequeño del mismo color que la tetera y se sirvió un pedazo de pastel de queso con la mitad de una fresa encima.

    - Siéntate por favor –le pidió el mago- No es cómodo platicar con uno de pie –Marshall tomo asiento y el mago le acerco el gran tazón de fresas, dudo por unos instantes pero el extraño hombre le sonrió confiadamente, Marshall tomo una de las fresas, incrusto sus dientes y absorbió el color hasta dejarla grisácea- Me alegra que te gustaran –agrego sonriendo. Marshall tomo otra fresa- ¿Te llamas Marshall Lee, no es así? - Marshall se detuvo en seco dejando un poco de color en la fresa – Por favor, no te alarmes –dijo el mago ante la reacción de Marshall-

    - ¿Quién eres? –Le pregunto Marshall-

    - Solo soy un mago mercante –contesto tranquilamente- o Mago coleccionista

    - No pregunte eso –alego Marshall-

    - Claro que si, preguntaste "¿Quién eres?" yo te conteste quien soy

    -De hecho –Agrego Marshall tomando otra fresa- Te pregunte quien eres, y tu me dijiste a que te dedicas. Eso no es lo que yo pregunte –Encajo los dientes en la fresa y absorbió el color-

    La risa sonora del mago inundo el lugar, Marshall rio de la lado.- Me agrada tu actitud Marshall, me agradas mucho.

    - ¿Y bien?

    - Eres un chico demasiado impaciente, ¿no puedes disfrutar un rato de la compañía de un extraño sin cuestionar sus motivos? –Marshall le dedico una fría mirada al extraño hombre- Esta bien –agrego el calmadamente- mi nombre es Flamell, soy el mago Flamell –el mago lo miro fijamente y después hiso una pequeña reverencia- es un placer tener en mi mesa al rey de los vampiros.

    -*-

    - ¿Por qué quieren saber acerca de la guerra de los champiñones? –pregunto Marceline seriamente-

    - La dulce princesa nos comento que antes de esa guerra el mundo era gobernado por los humanos –contesto Fionna sin rodeos-

    - y también nos dijo que después de eso todos am…–Busco la palabra correcta para referirse a la gente de Ooo- se… -dudo unos segundos en decirlo- convirtieron en híbridos –dijo Finn finalmente, Marcelinne suspiro pesadamente-

    - Los humanos se despedazaron los unos a los otros ¿Qué más quieren saber? –Dijo ella mientras con su mano derecha acariciaba los orificios en su cuello- Los vampiros solo fuimos –busco con cautela la palabra adecuada- Espectadores del show.

    - ¿Entonces si fueron espectadores debes conocer los motivos de la guerra, o me equivoco? –Pregunto Fionna-

    - Lamento decirte que te equivocas –contesto ella tranquilamente- Durante ese tiempo yo estaba amm… atravesando una fase de mi vida, no recuerdo mucho detalles, tenia mis propios problemas.

    Fionna maldijo en lo bajo y Finn le dio unas pequeñas palmadas en la espalda. - Yo siempre he tenido una duda, -agrego Jake- ¿Por qué la llamaron la guerra de los champiñones?

    -¡Eso si lo se! –Dijo Marceline triunfante- Cuando los ataques comenzaron unos aviones sobrevolaron todo el territorio que hoy se conoce como Ooo –dijo Marceline- y claro, también sobre Aaa.

    Los cuatro personajes que tenia frente a ella escuchando con atención asintieron con la cabeza. Marceline continuo- cuando atacaron dejaron caer enormes bombas sobre el territorio, al momento de explotar levantaban hacia el cielo una cortina de polvo y humo, -decía ella acompañando sus palabras con ademanes- esta cortina asemejaba la forma de un Champiñón. Por eso le decimos la guerra de los champiñones. –agrego ella-

    - ¿Y esas bombas…? –Pregunto Cake y fue interrumpida por Marceline que sabia hacia donde se dirigía la pregunta-

    - Esas bombas irradiaban algo como radiación, la cual si el ser humano se expone a ellas desarrolla mutaciones, enfermedades, y un varios efectos secundarios. Eso fue lo que paso con la gente, comenzó a mutar.

    - ¿Y a los vampiros no les afecto? –pregunto Fionna rápidamente-

    - Por nuestra naturaleza no nos paso nada, somos seres muertos, somos muertos vivientes, es como si pusieras una roca, no le pasaría nada. –Marceline cerró los ojos un momento, tomo un respiro y continuo- Algunos vampiros, los que se encontraban cerca de las explosiones se evaporaron en el momento, pero fue lo más que nos paso como raza-

    - ¿Esas armas de donde vinieron? –Intervino Finn ansioso-

    - Más haya del mar. Esas armas se habían utilizado ya una vez, dos veces de hecho, en los registros de las antiguas civilizaciones debe de figurar, no recuerdo muchos detalles paso hace muchos años –dijo Marceline con un tono de disculpa- Y eso es todo lo que puedo decirles –agrego ella serenamente-

    - No, espera- Fionna agrego rápidamente- ¿aun hay humanos en el lejano continente? ¿Cómo se llamaba ese continente? ¿Por qué se desato la guerra? ¿Existen aun registros de la civilización anterior?

    - Lo siento, no se nada mas, los pormenores de la guerra los desconozco -contesto ella- en ese momento me encontraba –callo unos segundos- indispuesta –agrego sonriendo torpemente- De hecho, ni siquiera recuerdo el nombre de ese continente y eso que lo visite una vez mientras estuve con vida –agrego en un triste susurro- cuando era humana. –Pudieron percibir un tono de melancolía en su comentario-

    No podían creer lo que escuchaban, Marceline les daba pistas acerca del pasado de ellos y del de ella misma, jamás había mencionado del tiempo que vivió siendo humana, y ahora lo comentaba. Era algo sorprendente e inesperado.

    Por la cabeza de Fionna atravesó una duda ¿Marshall también habrá vivido durante esa época? Supuso que así fue, calculo en base a su edad y la comparo con Marceline, ambos tenían la misma, eso indica que se convirtieron en vampiros en la misma época, pero otra duda saltaba a su mente ¿Cuándo fue cuando se convirtió en vampiro? O más bien, ¿Cómo? ¿Qué sucedió hace 1000 años? Cada vez que alguien les comentaba algo del pasado su espíritu de historiadora incrementaba más. Quería descubrirlo todo.

    Fionna se relamió los labios pensando en hacer una pregunta mas, preguntarle a Marceline por Marshall; quizás ella quisiera contarle acerca del pasado de él. Por más que ella le ha preguntado cientos de veces él nunca ha querido contestar, siempre ignora la pregunta. Lo sometió a consideración unos segundos, al final decidió que no era prudente hacer esa pregunta. No por el momento.

    Los cuatro aventureros agacharon la mirada y sintieron que no había nada más que hacer, podían partir hacia el lejano continente pero seria prácticamente suicidio, no sabían nada de él, ni que tan lejos se encontraba, ni que encontrarían, ni siquiera sabían si existían humanos en ese continente.

    - Respecto a los registros – agrego Marceline- Creo que puedo llevarlos a unas antiguas ruinas de ese mundo. Es posible que encontremos datos de la civilización. -Los ojos se les iluminaron y asintieron fervientemente con la cabeza- No encontraremos nada respecto a la guerra de los champiñones, pero si conocerán mas acerca de los seres humanos como civilización- Ellos sin dudarlo aceptaron, por fin podrían acercarse mas a conocer quienes eran, de donde venían, la idea de rasgar mas profundamente su pasado los emocionaba fervientemente. Marceline rio entre dientes y agrego finalmente- Tardaremos 3 días en llegar, descansen, partimos por la mañana.

    -*-

    -Alguna otra duda –pregunto el mago cuando finalizo de contestar la última pregunta de Marshall-

    Marshall dudo unos segundos y prosiguió - ¿A que te dedicas exactamente?

    - Eso ya lo conteste, soy un mago comerciante o mago coleccionista. Como gustes verlo –dijo el tomando tranquilamente un sorbo de te. Marshall carraspeo ante la respuesta del mago- Recuerda siempre hacer las preguntas correctas, no lo dejes libre de interpretación

    Marshall bufo algo molesto- ¿Qué vendes?

    - Servicios

    - ¿Qué clase de servicios?

    - Mágicos

    Marshall se estaba sulfurando - ¿Qué me podrías vender?

    - Lo que desees, lo que desees tu pídelo y yo lo conseguiré. Siempre y cuando este dentro de las leyes de la magia. –había dado en el clavo, esa era la pregunta correcta-

    - ¿Cuál es el precio?

    - Tienes que dejarme a cambio tu posesión mas preciada.

    -*-

    La brisa nocturna le sentaba tan bien, era algo tan refrescante. Pese a que Marceline les había dicho que durmieron no lograba conciliar el sueño, su cabeza no paraba de dar vueltas. Descubrieron muchas cosas en corto tiempo y aun no terminaba de asimilar toda la información. Jake le dijo que no se preocupara, que tratara de descansar, pero simplemente no podía.

    La guerra, las bombas, el odio entre los humanos, era algo que no podía o no quería asimilar. Su gente se mato a si misma, no podía evitar sentirse un poco culpable y a la vez con rencor. Su gente era la culpable de la sociedad actual.

    - ¿Problemas para dormir? –Pregunto una voz y el giro rápidamente la cabeza para ver a la chica-

    - Así es –dijo resignado- veo que tu también

    - Si –agrego ella tomando asiento a su lado, el silencio los invadió-

    - y Fionna ¿Cómo es Aaa? –Pregunto Finn con la intención de iniciar una conversación y conocer más de la chica-

    - Pues… -pensó unos segundos- Muy parecido a Ooo –rio torpemente- Hasta tenemos una reina helada, un dulce príncipe –enfoco su mirada al piso y en sus labios se dibujo una sonrisa- un vampiro –agrego melancólicamente- a veces es un poco molesto y siempre intenta asustarme, pero nunca lo logra –rio alegremente- toca muy bien el bajo y es un gran cantante, además de un gran amigo. Un poco difícil de tratar pero…. –detuvo la respiración unos segundos y una sonrisa se dibujo en su rostro-

    - ¿Sientes algo por el? –Pregunto Finn directamente, Fionna no pudo evitar que los colores se le subieran al rostro, movió las manos y la cabeza fervientemente en señal de negación-

    -No… yo… -tartamudeaba Fionna- solo…

    -Fi, seré joven pero no soy tonto, conozco esa sensación de amor –contesto el sonriéndole tiernamente- No me ha ido tan bien como quisiera, pero la conozco. ¿Cómo se llama? –le pregunto-

    - ¿Quién?

    - Pues todos –agrego Finn al darse cuenta que Fionna no quería tocar directamente el tema del chico vampiro-

    - Amm… el dulce príncipe es Gumball, la reina helada pues… -se dio cuenta que no conocía su verdadero nombre- Reina helada –rio un poco- y Marshall, Marshall Lee es el rey de los vampiros.

    - ¿Rey de los vampiros? –Pregunto Finn desconcertado- Marceline es la reina de los vampiros. –Fionna se sorprendió enormemente, si Marshall era el rey de los vampiros y Marceline era la reina entonces eso quería decir que; entre ellos había una relación. - Pero Marshall jamás la había mencionado, pensó Fionna tratando de excusarlo, pero Marshall jamás había hablado mucho de su vida personal lo más que sabia era que tenía problemas con su madre y una ex novia molesta, pero ¿una pareja formal? ¿Marceline y Marshall eran los soberanos de los vampiros?

    - ¡Que impresión!- agrego Finn- ¡No puedo creer que Marceline tenga una pareja formal! Ella jamás lo ha mencionado.

    Fionna sintió su corazón estrujarse sin motivo, sintió como sus fuerzas la abandonaban. Se recrimino a si misma y Finn se preocupo ya que su nueva amiga se miraba con un semblante serio y desencajado.

    -*-

    - Ya oscureció –dijo el mago solemnemente- No es que te esté corriendo, pero ¿Qué no tienes que estar en un lugar al anochecer?

    Marshall supo inmediatamente a que se refería, rápidamente se puso de pie, agradeció la hospitalidad y se dispuso a salir del lugar seguido por el mago. Cuando volvieron al salón principal, el mago detuvo a Marshall en seco.

    - Quiero regalarte algo –dijo el- Así como yo vendo mis servicios y la gente me paga con objetos yo te quiero dar algo en agradecimiento por salvarme la vida.

    - No es necesario –alego Marshall-

    - Por favor, recíbelo –dijo el para después darse media vuelta y dejarlo solo por unos instantes. Al volver traía consigo el tocadiscos que Marshall había visto cuando entro a la mansión, sobre este varios discos LP apilados uno sobre otro-

    -*-

    El camino hacia las ruinas transcurrió sin mayor problema, después de los tres días dichos por Marceline se encontraban sobre las ruinas de lo que había sido una antigüedad ciudad.

    El paisaje era desalentador, las ruinas se conformaban de extraños edificios destruidos que salían de la tierra, había lo que parecían ser construcciones puntiagudas emergiendo del suelo pero ahí no había nada que los pudiera ayudar.

    Marcelinne sobrevoló las ruinas con su semblante preocupado – Estoy segura, aquí habían registros del mundo antiguo, no lo entiendo

    - Quizás lo voló el viento –añadió Jake en tono burlón, ella solo le dedico una mirada fulminante que ocasiono escalofríos en el cuerpo del perro-

    - ¿Estamos seguros de que esta es la ubicación? –Pregunto Cake, Marceline asintió con la cabeza-

    Finn camino alrededor de las ruinas buscando alguna pista de que pudo haber pasado, se acercó a una pila de escombros, maderos y algunas rocas, movió uno de los maderos sin precaución y el piso sobre el cedió haciéndolo caer unos cuantos metros. Los demás se alertaron al escuchar el grito del joven y corrieron hacia donde hace unos momentos se encontraba.

    Asomaron la cabeza por el hueco del suelo y lo encontraron en el piso sobándose la cabeza y quejándose por el golpe. Finn levanto la cabeza y no pudo creer lo que veía, se encontraba rodeado por enormes estantes con libros en sus filas, a donde volteara había libros, encontró mesas y una escalera que parecía llevaba hacia el piso inferior, mas algo llamo su atención mas que cualquier cosa; un dibujo de un escudo de fondo rojo con cuatro animales amarillos que parecían ser leones, cada uno en una esquina del escudo rodeados entre las puntas de una cruz blanca con flechas negras a lo largo del área de esta y algo parecido a una mesa en el centro de la cruz. Bajo este una leyenda en letras góticas talladas en la pared "Biblioteca de la universidad de Cambridge"
Disculpen por la enorme tardanza en actualizar; he tenido una semana complicada en la escuela. Quizas me tarde un poco en subir el proximo, pero tratzare que no sea demasiado, la escuela esta comenzando a ser exigente.

Bueno, por mi parte es todo, nos leemos despues!

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Prologue


Inside a familiar plant covered cottage far from Ponyville, a town that prospered in the land of Equestria, the loving pair Yorkshire and Fluttershy peacefully slept together in their bed as a wedded couple. Fluttershy had her arms wrapped around her husband as Yorkshire had his arms around his wife. His muzzle was buried in her mane, breathing in her sweet aroma as he slept. The morning sun shined through the window, onto the floor. The light then touched Fluttershy's bare back, giving her a warm feeling of the day. The sense of heat from the sun's rays caused her to wake up from her gentle and peaceful slumber. She opened her eyes, seeing Yorkshire as the first thing she saw for the day. She formed a sweet and small smile as she gently kissed her husband's soft lips as his wake up call.

"Good morning, Yorkshire…" Fluttershy softly whispered to her awakening stallion.

Yorkshire opened his eyes to see his wife's sweet smile. He gave her a smile and a soft kiss back. "Good morning, Fluttershy..." he whispered back. "I hope you're excited for today."

She let out a little giggle in agreement. "I sure am." she replied. "It's going to be so much fun." she nuzzled his muzzle affectionately, causing to make herself and Yorkshire blush.

He slowly rose from the bed, sitting upwards. He stretched out his arms and let out a quiet yawn and then dropped them as if they were limp. "Shall I wake up Lantana?"

She nodded slowly while sitting up as well. "Yes. While you wake her up, I'll go make us some breakfast downstairs." she and Yorkshire climbed out of bed. She started making the bed as her husband began to walk out of the room until…

Crash! A loud distant shatter was heard coming from downstairs. The sound startled Yorkshire and Fluttershy with their hearts beating fast. Without hesitation, they ran downstairs to see what caused the crash. The stairs led them down to the living room for them to discover their daughter with her father's Blade of Harmony in a frightened mood next to a broken flower pot. The parents sighed with relief, but Yorkshire's frustration rose up thirty percent.

"Lantana!" he said in a harsh tone. "I told you not to touch my sword!"

Lantana dropped the sword from her mouth and backed away slowly with her eyes showing worry and fear. "I'm sorry daddy…" she said with her voice shaken up. "I really wanted to hold it…"

"How many times do I have to tell you, sweetheart?" he said with his tone calming down a bit. "You're too young to be touching that sword. You can really hurt yourself. It's not a toy. You just can't play with it. You even broke something in the process." he pointed to the broken flower pot.

She lowered her head as she began to sniffle with a few tears splattering onto the floor.

He sighed quietly and walked over to her. He gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. "It's okay now sweetie…" he softly said. "I'm not angry with you. I'm just a bit upset that you keep touching my sword when I told you not to."

She looked up at him with her green, tear covered eyes. "But daddy… you promised me that you would teach me how to use a sword. I just know I'm ready to."

Her father picked up the sword with his mouth and slipped it back into its scabbard. "That I did promise," he said, placing it back in a long chest next to the fireplace. "but I would teach you when you're much older than you are now."

Fluttershy walked over to Lantana and gave her a hug and kiss on her cheek. "In the meantime, please obey your father. He and I are just worried about your safety."

Lantana sniffled and then gave her mother a smile. "Okay..." she hugged her back tightly.

She looked down at her daughter and smiled back. "Now now, sweetie, let's not make this little incident ruin our exciting day today. We're going to the Canterlot Palace today."

Lantana's eyes suddenly glittered with excitement hearing the fun news. "We're going to the castle?!" she asked happily. "My friends at school told me that two princesses live there!"

Her mother nodded. "That's right. Actually, the two princesses are your aunties."

She gasped loudly with a bigger smile and a bigger pair of glittering eyes. "REALLY?!" she asked in a high, squeaky voice.

Yorkshire laughed. "Yes, Lantana." he replied. "You see, my brother Knighton, who is your uncle, married Princess Luna, so that makes her and her older sister, Princess Celestia, your aunties. You'll also be meeting them and your cousin, who is about a year older than you."

Fluttershy giggled. "Well, this isn't the first time you've met them. They've seen you when you were just an itty bitty filly. You just don't remember it since you were so young."

"I can't wait to meet them!" Lantana said, hopping up and down excitedly.

"It's been a long time since we last saw them, so your father and I too can't wait. Just be on your best behavior, okay?"

She stopped hopping and gave her mother a fast nod. "Okay, mommy! I will!"

"Before we do anything else, will you please help me clean up a bit after your little swordplay?"

Lantana's ears folded back a bit with shame, but then nodded with a little smile.

She gave her little filly a kiss on the forehead. "Good. Let's get started."

After about ten minutes of cleaning up and having breakfast, the little family was ready to go to the palace. Yorkshire opened the door and let Lantana and Fluttershy out through first. He was the last to leave the cottage and locked the door from behind. He followed is wife and daughter through the beautiful and peaceful surroundings of their home, seeing the birds and critters out of their nests and dens, playing underneath the bright, warm sun. Together, they began their long walk to Canterlot.

During the trip, Lantana's legs slowly began to feel some pain. "Mommy, my legs are starting to hurt…" she complained quietly.

Fluttershy nuzzled her daughter's cheek to comfort her. "I'm sorry to hear that, sweetie. We're almost there. Try walking for a little longer."

She whined quietly, but then had an idea. "Can I fly, mommy?" she asked, flapping her wings a bit.

Her mother thought about flying as well, but she didn't want Yorkshire to walk alone if she and Lantana decided to fly through the sky. She looked to him with an unsure expression on her face. "Would it be alright if she and I flew for a while?" she asked.

"I don't see why not." Yorkshire replied, giving Fluttershy a kiss.

She nodded and began to flap her wings. "Just stay close to me, okay?" she asked Lantana.

"Okay!" Lantana began to flap her wings as well, slowly beginning to levitate herself from the ground. She followed Fluttershy until they were above the trees. She took a deep breath and exhaled with a big excited smile on her face. "The wind feels so nice against my coat!" she said to her.

Fluttershy smiled seeing her little filly happy during her flight. To be sure that she didn't do anything dangerous, she stayed close to Lantana.

Yorkshire continued to walk, looking up at Fluttershy and Lantana. He watched them fly around, laughing and giggling. He could see that they were having a wonderful time since both were Pegasus ponies. He smiled and let out a quiet, satisfied sigh. "I love you two so much." he said to himself.

A little while later, they arrived at Canterlot. Fluttershy and Lantana had landed back to the ground before reaching the opened gates. Before entering, they were stopped by the two guards who were watching the gates.

"State your name and business." the first guard said.

"My name is Sir Yorkshire." Yorkshire replied. "Princess Luna and my brother, Sir Knighton, had invited us to come here and spend the day with them."

The first guard looked to the second one. Being informed that somepony by the name of Yorkshire was going to come, they gave each other a nod and looked to the family.

"Welcome to the Canterlot palace." the second guard said smiling. "The princesses have been waiting for your arrival."

Yorkshire nodded. "Thank you." he and his family walked into the castle.

Lantana's eyes were locked onto the giant castle that she had dreamed of going to. Excitement filled her heart. She couldn't help but let out a squeal of glee. "I can't believe it! I'm actually here!"

Her father laughed. "I felt the same way when your mother and I went to the Grand Galloping Gala together, but I was more excited to have my first date with her there."

Fluttershy blushed, smiling sweetly towards Yorkshire. "That was the best time of my life, thanks to you."

From a high tower on a large balcony, a young dark purple Pegasus unicorn with a blue mane and tail watched the family enter the castle. Realizing who they possibly were, he formed a happy expression on his face. He quickly ran back into the chambers where the large doors on the balcony led to. He ran over to his mother, Princess Luna who was brushing her mane with her horn's magic in front of a large mirror, to tell her what he saw.

"Mommy! Mommy! I think they're here!" he informed his mother in a loud excited tone.

Luna looked down to her son and gave him a sweet, loving smile. She put the brush away and kissed his cheek. "Your father will be very happy to see them. It's been a long time since he and I last saw his brother and his wife."

He gently leaned against her side and nuzzled her neck. "Mommy, please tell me what they are like again."

She giggled. "Your Uncle Yorkshire is brave and strong like your father, Auntie Fluttershy is very kind, sweet and beautiful, and your cousin Lantana is very cute and loving. You'll have a great time with them."

The door of the chambers opened and Knighton entered the room. He looked to his wife and son and gave them a loving smile. "Are you two ready?" he asked.

"I am dad!" the son replied in excitement running to and standing by him.

"That's my boy." he said, rubbing his head and chuckling. He looked to Luna who was still sitting in front of her mirror. "How about you, darling?"

She stood up and walked to Knighton. She then gave him a little kiss. "I am too." she replied. "Is Celestia waiting downstairs for us?"

"She is."

"Alright then, this is going to be great." she looked down to their son. "Remember Rigel, be on your best behavior."

Rigel nodded. "I will mommy."

Knighton walked out first with Luna and Rigel following him from behind.

.  .  .

Meanwhile, Yorkshire led Fluttershy and Lantana through the great hall to the throne room.

As they walked, Lantana could see great pillars supporting the ceiling high above them, different colored banners were hanging down from the ceiling completely still without any wind to blow them. "Wow! So this is what the inside of the castle looks like?!" she exclaimed with a large smile. "It's so big and colorful!"

"That's right, sweetheart." Fluttershy agreed. "Everything here is beautiful in the castle of Canterlot."

"Where are we going first?"

"We're going to the throne room to meet your Auntie Celestia first."

"Yay!!!" Lantana cried in glee.

The large doors to the throne room opened, letting the little family in. In the room, Princess Celestia sat on the throne with two royal Pegasus guards standing below the stairs to protect her. Celestia looked down to the approaching ponies and gave them a very sweet smile. She stood from her throne, walked down the little stairs and approached them.

"Yorkshire, Fluttershy, it's wonderful to see you again." Celestia said, nuzzling them both sweetly and affectionately.

"It's great to see you too, Celestia." Yorkshire said as he and Fluttershy nuzzled her back. He looked down to Lantana. "Go on sweetie, say hello to your Auntie Celestia."

Lantana looked to her father and then to Celestia. She stayed silent as she slowly walked forward to her. She spoke no words and made no sounds.

Celestia giggled quietly. "Hello, my dear." she softly spoke showing a sweet smile. "Let me take a closer look at you." she knelt down on all fours so that her head was closer to her niece's height. "Oh my, what a pretty little filly you are." she gently touched Lantana's cheek with her hoof. "I can see that you have your father's eyes and your mother's coat." she noticed that Lantana had not said a word when she first came into the throne rom. She giggled once again. "It's okay, Lantana, there's no need to be nervous."

The filly continued to be silent, gazing upon the gracious beauty of her Auntie Celestia. Without warning, she hugged her neck and rubbed it with her head affectionately. "Hello, Auntie Celestia…!" she said with a breaking and crying voice.

Celestia nuzzled Lantana's mane gently. "You're very happy to see me, aren't you?" she asked. She felt her niece's face rub her neck up and down, taking the answer as a yes.

Yorkshire and Fluttershy admired the special moment between their daughter and her Aunt. Their hearts were filled with joy to see Lantana happily meeting Celestia for the first time.

"I can't believe you're really my Auntie!" Lantana said wiping her eyes and smiling sweetly. "I never thought I would have a princess as a relative!"

"Believe it, my dear Lantana. You will also be meeting my sister and her husband as well."

"Yeah! Auntie Luna and Uncle Knighton! Where are they?" she asked, looking around.

"They'll be coming down very soon. I'm sure you'll have so much fun with your cousin, Rigel." one of Celestia's ears suddenly perked up, hearing a distant clatter of hooves coming down the stairs. "That must be them right now." she and Lantana stood by Yorkshire and Fluttershy, ready to greet the other family.

From a small hall from the left side of the throne room, Knighton, Princess Luna, and Rigel appeared. Knighton looked to the middle of the room and recognized the gray and blonde pony immediately. "Yorkshire!" he cried happily, galloping to him. The two brothers galloped to each other and collided in a huge brotherly hug. Both laughed and patted each other's backs. "How have you been? It's been so long!" he asked.

"Everything's been going great!" Yorkshire replied, rubbing Knighton's head affectionately. He looked to his brother's side, seeing Luna approach. "Luna! How are you?!" he asked, nuzzling her cheek.

Luna giggled, nuzzling him back. "I'm wonderful. You've become more handsome than before, I must say."

He chuckled shyly with a blush. "Thanks. You too, except I would use the word 'beautiful' and not 'handsome'."

Luna giggled from the delightful compliment from her brother-in-law. She then looked to her sister-in-law. "Fluttershy! How are things with your fine husband and child?"

"Oh, it's been very good." Fluttershy replied. "We've become a wonderful family in Ponyville. Speaking of children, shall we introduce ours to each other?"

"That is just what I had in mind." Luna looked to her side seeing Rigel next to her. "Take a step forward, sweetheart so that they can have a look at you."

Obeying his mother, Rigel stepped forward to Yorkshire and Fluttershy. "Hello." he said, giving his aunt and uncle a bow.

Fluttershy giggled and then looked to Lantana who was standing next to Celestia. "Come on, dear. Go on." she encouraged her.

Lantana took a step forward as well with her parents behind her and in front of the young Pegasus unicorn. She took a little gulp and smiled nervously. "H-hi… I'm Lantana…" she said in a soft and quiet tone.

Rigel examined his cousin's physical features and smiled. "I'm Rigel." he gave her a warm, loving hug for the first time. "It's great to finally meet you, cousin."

Lantana smiled happily and wrapped her arms around him. "It's great to finally meet you too."

The parents and aunts awed the moment of their children meeting each other for the first time, seeing that they already have a liking for each other.

After the reunion, Rigel took Lantana to his parents' chambers to play. They began to run around the big room playing. Rigel was it first, so he chased Lantana around the room to tag her. He managed to touch her flank, claiming that she was it. He quickly turned back, knowing that she was starting to chase him. "You won't get me, Lantana!" he cried, laughing.

"Yes I will!" she replied. She leaped towards Rigel and touched his leg. "You're it!"

He stopped and turned around, seeing her run away from him. He showed a smirk and went after her. He chased her around the room, hoping to get her again. Almost close to tagging her, he suddenly slipped on the smooth floor and crashed into the bookshelf. Dozens of books fell and piled on top of him.

Lantana gasped in shock and quickly aided her cousin. She threw the books aside to dig him up. "Rigel! Are you okay?!" she cried.

He lifted his head out of the pile and sneezed from the dust from the books.

She sighed with relief and smiled. "Thank goodness you're okay."

He giggled. "I'm fine, though those books did hurt a bit…" he groaned quietly. He removed himself out of the piled and shook his body, swishing the dust off from his coat. What he didn't realize was that the cover of a small book was impaled through his horn.

Lantana giggled, noticing the book stuck to his horn. "Hey, you got a book stuck to your horn." she informed him.

He looked up, seeing that his cousin was right. He jumped on his parents' bed and pulled the book off of his horn. He looked at the book, seeing the hole on the cover that his horn poked. He took a nervous gulp. "I hope Mommy or dad doesn't get mad about this…" he opened the cover to the first page, noticing that his father's name was in the book. "Hey Lantana, come here!"

She jumped on the bed and sat next to Rigel. "What is it?" she asked.

"I think this book was written by my dad. It has his name in it. I think it's a journal." he turned to the next page and read the first sentence that was written in the page. "Memory of war is like a scar, it never goes away…"

"You know how to read big words?" Lantana asked with a surprised look in her eyes.

"Auntie Celestia taught me how to read at an early age." he replied. Rigel then tilted his head in confusion from the text in the book. "But the thing that's bothering me is the fact Dad might've been in a war."

Hearing the word and reading the word 'war' gave Lantana a thought about her dad. "Rigel, my daddy once told me that he was in a war too. He never really explained to me about what happened."

"Do you think dad was in the same war with your dad?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know, but I think this journal could give us an idea on what happened. Keep reading."

"Okay." Rigel turned to the next page and began to read his father's journal about his time in war.
The prologue of my new My Little Pony sequel fanfic. Enjoy!

To my beloved readers: I apologize for the title of the story. I couldn't think of a better one... sorry... :(

Chapter 1: (will begin soon)

MLP: FiM (c) Lauren Faust
Writing (c) Dandric101
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Outlook unique
Source of laughter
Summited the peak
Hero ever after

Silken mane
Sun's silhouette
Life's vane
Gait, a pirouette

Metiér
Joy bringer
Bubbly flair
Muffin giver

Community's creation
Birthed from adversity
Seeking salvation
Personal clarity

A spark
Nurtured
Verily, a barque
Uplifted

Wings unfurled
Abilities shining
Courage of the world
Continuously striving

Indomitable pegasus
Daughters' guardian, mentor
Mind focus
Happiness' donor

Mother's responsibility
A choice
Paragon's ability
Her voice

Hooves outstretched
Fan and producer
Rarely matched
Synergy inducer

Eyes drifting,
Never more graceful
Never more unwavering
Never more inspired

Always beautiful.

A tribute to the multi-faceted pony, fittingly embraced as the mascot of out community. A tribute to her as a mother, as a mailmare and as a symbol of triumph, love and peace.

Thanks to :iconzedrin: for allowing me to use his fitting and adorable work entitled "Derpy and Dinky WP" as the preview image for my poem.

For an all-round media experience, here are my favourite Derpy songs:
1.) "Troubled Bewilderment (Derpy Hooves inspired composition)"
2.) "I'll Be Waiting (Derpy's Song) - original MLP song by MandoPony"

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My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and accompanying intellectual property (the pegasus pony named Derpy), developed by Lauren Faust, are copyright by Hasbro, Incorporated. I do not own nor make a claim over the intellectual property on which this poem is based.
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Rainbows Can Be Lonely Too
By: DolphinBuster   starring: Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy



I held in a growl watching Fluttershy panic in fear as she tried another loop. That pegasus is such a scaredy pony. It had been just about the same thing for the past hour or so. I'd demonstrate the trick Fluttershy would try, she'd panic, fall down, and whimper how sorry she was for failing. She's a pony that you can't seem to stay mad at, but she could be really aggravating at times, though.

Seriously though, I shouldn't be complaining. I was the one that had taken a day off weather duty to spend some time with Fluttershy and teach her a trick or two. But all she seemed to learn so far was a half loop, and how to fall without breaking anything.

  Fluttershy sat on the ground, shaking her mane to cover her face. She was obviously embarrassed.

  "Its okay, Fluttershy. You put in a…great effort. It just takes practice." I had to hold back a choke at great effort. Fluttershy moved her mane out of her face and looked at me with the saddest face of the afternoon, by far.

"Thanks…but, I'm just not as good a flier as you, Rainbow Dash." I agreed with her entirely but, this wasn't the time to agree with her insulting herself.

"Fluttershy don't say that. I know your not a strong a flier as me. To be honest, there isn't anyone as good as me! You really did put in a great effort and like I said before…it just takes time and practice."

  I thought I made my point and let out a big smile. Fluttershy didn't seem to smile, though. I waited for her to say something back but she just sat on the ground looking at the dirt. Then she finally looked up at me but, her eyes were filled with tears, and she was about to start crying.

"I…I can't, Rainbow Dash! I'll just fail and make myself look like a…bad excuse for a pegasus. A pegasus who can't even do a single loop without cowering and falling."

  Fluttershy got up from the ground and unfurled her wings, that seemed to tremble as she began to cry. I moved toward her and put a forearm on her shoulder. She looked at me… and it was unbearable. I could never take it when Fluttershy cried. It just tore me apart. Its not like I have feelings for her, its just that…shes my filly hood friend and well... I don't know where I'd be without her. Don't think I'm the sappy type, cause I'm not. It just with, Fluttershy… its different.

She was now crying on my shoulder, I hardly even noticed. My shoulder was now stained with her tears from her lovely cyan eyes. Wait, what did I just say!? Did I just say her lovely cyan eyes? Well, they are pretty nice…but I just like her eyes, thats it. Sheesh that, Fluttershy. Shes practically my soft spot.


  Fluttershy continued crying on my shoulder as I still dwindled on how I was feeling at the time and I decided I should say something before Fluttershy flew off, and hid in her home. I cleared my throat and prepared to speak…

"Sorry, Rainbow Dash…I'm just going to go home now. I didn't mean to um, cry on your shoulder." Well there goes speaking first.

"Fluttershy, its cool. And didn't you hear what I said? You just need to put more practice and time and soon you'll nail that loop!" Fluttershy lowered her head, and sighed. "It's hopeless, Dash. Maybe…some other day we can try again. But... I think it would be best if I go home for now." That's a pretty valid deal.

I sighed. "Alright, Fluttershy. I'll fly you back to your cabin." Fluttershy nodded and unfurled her wings again and became air born.

I flew beside Fluttershy and tried to adjust to the weather. I looked up at the sky, it was a little grey and I felt a strong breeze pushing me. There wasn't supposed to be a storm today…Fluttershy seemed to be having difficulty with staying in the air as well.

"Come on, Fluttershy. We should get back before this storm picks up."

  Fluttershy looked scared, of course. This wasn't the time to be scared, we had to get home like…right away. I've worked with weather long enough to know when its time to get indoors. And this was a storm, you'd want to be indoors for. I gave Fluttershy a little nudge and with a little bit of hesitation, she began flying as I trailed behind her toward her home.

  The breeze was definitely picking up, and fast. I began to get a tiny bit nervous about flying in the condition the weather was in. It was becoming really hard to fly and trees below were swaying furiously. It was going to get a little…hazardous.

  Fluttershy had been slowing down, and loosing strength. She was a few meters behind me, struggling in the harsh weather. Her mane was blowing in all which ways and her eyes were closed, shielding them from the dirt and twigs that were now in the air. I flew toward her and brushed up against her side. She was freezing.

  At that time all I could think of was going back to the ground and taking shelter. Considering we were a long ways from Fluttershy's cabin. I moved closer to Fluttershy's ear to tell her, cause I knew she wouldn't have been able to hear me… but then things went a little.... unexpected.

  A huge gust of wind pushed me forward, making both me and Fluttershy's heads to bang together. I growled and I heard Fluttershy make a small cry of pain. My vision blurred for a second, but came back. I looked forward to make sure Fluttershy was alright but she wasn't there. I began to panic, scared that she had been caught in the wind and was swept away.

"Rainbow Dash! Where are you!?" I looked in all directions looking for Fluttershy.

"I'm over here! Keep yelling, and I'll find you!" I called back, hoping for the best.

"Rainbow Dash I'm on the ground just below you! Fly down!"

I wasn't going to ignore her, so I began to dive down toward the ground, keeping my eyes open for her. Soon, I saw the ground and landed a little roughly. The wind was really picking up and now…it began to rain. My mane and coat were drenched, and now I was cold. Great. I hate being cold.  

"Rainbow Dash, I see you!" I turned my head in the direction of her voice, but couldn't see anything.

"Where are you!?" This was beginning to get a little annoying, I always hated hide and seek.

"I see you facing me! Just…walk the way your facing!"

The rain began to fall harder as I turned my body the direction I was facing and galloped forward. In no time I saw Fluttershy laying under a tree. I hesitated a few meters before stopping. That tree was swaying back and forth, really…dangerously. I don't think Fluttershy noticed it but, it looked like it was about to come out of the ground.

  I heard a loud rumble come from the sky. I looked up and saw huge black clouds that didn't seem to be moving. My stomach churned and I turned my head to look back at the tree.

"Rainbow Dash, I'm over here!"

My eyes were set on the tree. It was really starting to scare me. There had to be a better option for shelter, other then that tree. I looked around to find a cave or something. It was really hard to see but, I caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a small cave. What luck! I heard another roar and instantly I looked over to the tree where Fluttershy was. The tree was on fire.

  I galloped as hard as I could to try and save Fluttershy. "Fluttershy, get out of there!" Fluttershy had noticed the fire and it was probably shock that was keeping her laying there like an idiot.

I found myself under the tree beside Fluttershy. The heat from the fire warmed my coat as I chomped onto her tail and began pulling her out of the way. The tree was going to collapse in any second, and then…it fell over.

The fire had died down, probably due to the huge amount of rain. The tree had trapped Fluttershy's back leg under a fairly big branch though.

"Rainbow Dash, my leg is stuck!" Fluttershy pointed out the obvious. I could clearly see that, like sheesh. "Hold on, 'Shy. I'll try to get it off."

"Al-Alright."

I got up from under the rumble but when I put pressure on my front leg I felt pain. It couldn't be too bad, so I just ignored it. The only thing on my mind was getting, Fluttershy out from under the branch and taking her to shelter, and waiting for this storm to pass.

Without hesitation I started to try and push the branch off of her leg. It was pretty heavy, but soon it was off her.

"Fluttershy follow me. I saw a small cave that we can take shelter in till this storm passes. Come on!"

Fluttershy nodded and followed me with a limp toward to the cave. We went as fast as we could, since both of us were injured. At least me and her didn't have  anything serious. Soon we arrived and I slumped onto the cold ground of the cave.

I took a better look at my leg, and the rest of my body. I was covered with bruises and my leg had a small burn mark. It didn't look too bad, but it could use some cleaning. I looked over to Fluttershy to check her over. She didn't look half bad, other then her leg. There were bruises here and there, but overall she was alright.

"Are you okay, Rainbow?" Fluttershy whispered to me. She was probably tired…I was pretty tired at least.

"I'm fine. How about you…are you alright?"

"Well, I think I'll live at least." I nodded with a grin.

  Fluttershy looked down at my leg and made a small, 'eep'. "Rainbow, is you leg okay? That looks…pretty bad."

"I said, I'm fine. Don't worry about me." She didn't have to be worry about me, I can take care of myself.

"Well, um…you should probably clean it. It might get, infected." Fluttershy mumbled under her breath, but I caught it.

"You don't have to act like I'm a little filly. I'm well capable of cleaning it myself, if it needs to. And its fine."

  Fluttershys expression changed from worried, to a little angry. "Rainbow, your bleeding and you've been in dirt and you don't want to clean it?" Someones getting a little assertive now…but shes right, I guess.

  "You make a good point, Fluttershy. I'm just not in the mood to bathing my self right now, okay?" Not to mention the fact that my weather patrol didn't do what I told them. Instead, they did something completely opposite. Stupid foals.

"Not in the mood?" Fluttershy was questioning me now? What is this world coming to?

"Yeah, I'm a little aggravated at the time being so... I'm not in the mood. I'll clean it later. Is that cool?" Okay, that sounded a little harsh.

  Fluttershy hung her head and nodded. "Oh, okay. I'm going to clean my bruises though."

"Alright, you do that." For some reason I felt like blaming Fluttershy for being caught in this storm. But then its kind of my fault. If I hadn't brought us out in the open to fly, we would be home and I would've been at work, and it would've been a nice day. I guess thats what you get when you put Cloud Kicker and Ditzy Doo in charge.

  I watched Fluttershy clean her wounds with her tongue. I presumed she was right. The burn could get infected, but I really hate cleaning my self with my tongue. Its so gross. Fluttershy caught me looking at her and made a small frown. I sighed and looked at my leg. Wouldn't want it to get infected, would we?

My tongue touched my burned flesh and fur, all I felt was searing pain and the taste of blood. I needed to clean it, but the pain was unbearable. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I continued lapping on my burn. I couldn't stop them from coming out. It hurt so much!

Pulling my tongue back into my mouth, I squinted my eyes as my leg continued to burn. My head flew back as the pain continued. I looked over to Fluttershy. Who was now sitting next to me already cleaned partially.

"Rainbow… do you um, want me to clean your wound for you? It'll be less painful, and less bitter." I didn't really know what to say to that. She did kind of owe me for saving her flank, but…she's my friend. Why would she have to owe me for saving her? "I do…kind of um, owe you for saving me, and all." Oh, okay if she puts it like that.

"Alright, just stay away from my hooves. Alright?" I hate it when other ponies touch my hooves, so all she get's is a warning and if she goes even a inch near my hoof…bath time is over.

"Oh, of course. I'll make it as fast as I can." Fluttershy assured.

I looked over at her as Fluttershy moved her head toward my burn and I waited for the pain express to leave the station. I felt something wet come in contact with my leg, but it didn't hurt…as much as it did before at least. It actually felt, nice. Other then the small amount of pain, I was enjoying it. My eyes closed and I took a deep breath and let Fluttershy continue her work.

Outside, I could hear the roaring of thunder and the rain still down pouring onto the top of the cave. I always loved the sounds the storms came with. They were peaceful. I usually prefer to be out flying, facing the dangers but…every once and a while, its nice to just relax.

"I'm finished, Rainbow." Fluttershy interrupted my relaxation, peace, and sensation.

"Oh thanks Fluttershy." What else could I say? I could probably say that it felt good, but that might be a little weird to say.

"Rainbow…I just wanted to say, I'm sorry. We wouldn't be in this cave if it wasn't for me."

Wait, what? Shes blaming herself for something I did? Why would she think this is her fault?

"Fluttershy, what are you talking about? This is my fault."

Fluttershy shook her head slowly. "No…if I hadn't accepted your invitation and I wasn't such a terrible flier, we wouldn't be here."

"What! No, Fluttershy! This is my fault. I asked you to come and fly with me, I left my weather duties and this storm conjured up cause of my idiotic weather patrol. Don't say this is your fault, cause it isn't true."

"Exactly…If I wasn't such a bad flier, you wouldn't have wanted to help me get better at flying."

Oh come on. "I didn't say that, Flutters-"

"But, that's what you meant." Fluttershy interrupted me, leaving me speechless. Even though I knew that it wasn't true. I was more shocked at how she was behaving.

"Fluttershy, I just wanted to teach you some tricks in flying. I didn't invite you to fly with me, because I thought you were a bad flier! This isn't your fault, just let it go. Alright?"

Fluttershy's head lowered as I finished. I must've made her upset. "Look, don't be sad alright? Just know this isn't your fault."

"I'm not…upset. Well, maybe a little. I'm just tired Dash." Fluttershy began to lay down beside me. Leaving some space between us.

"Oh, alright. You go ahead and sleep, I'm not tired yet."

"Night, Rainbow." I looked at her and made a small smile. "Night."

I watched her rest her head on the ground and her tail wrap around her. She reminded me of a cat, minus the whiskers. At least she would be able to sleep off some stuff.  I looked out the entrance of the cave, it was darker then before…it was definitely night time by now. It was still raining pretty hard and thunder roared occasionally with a few flashes of lightning every few minutes or so.

Fluttershy had already fallen asleep and I began to feel a little tired, more then I realized before. I looked over to Fluttershy to make sure she had done a good job of cleaning. She had done a decent job, but who am I to talk? Shes the one who cleaned my wound but maybe I could make it up to her somehow. I noticed a cut on the back of her right ear. It didn't look too bad, but she must've missed it.

I moved my muzzle closer to her ear and pressed my tongue gently on Fluttershy's ear. She didn't move, so I began to lick the cut clean. It tasted bitter but she took in more blood on her tongue then me.  After a few minutes, I stopped and it looked pretty clean. A job well done I'd say.

I looked down at Fluttershy and nuzzled her cheek. I don't know why, I just felt like it was the right thing to do. Fluttershy began to shuffle around, and then…she brushed up against my side. I didn't know what to do. Instead of doing anything, a yawn came out and I stretched cautiously.

I got into a somewhat comfortable position to sleep in, without moving too much so I wouldn't wake up Fluttershy and rested my head on my hooves in front of me. After a while, I just couldn't seem to get comfortable. I tried different positions but I was still  uncomfortable. Then a thought came across my mind. I looked at Fluttershy and cautiously; I put my forearm over her shoulders and spread out my wings to cover me, and her. Thats when I felt comfortable.

Fluttershy shuffled one more time, and was now right up against me. I rested my head lightly on top of hers, and fell asleep.
Rainbow Dash takes Fluttershy out for a little practice in flight techniques, but when the Ponyville weather patrol doesn't follow Rainbow's set orders for the days weather, the two pegasai are stranded too far from home to make their way back to safety.

Alrighty, this isn't originally my idea. The picture used for this story was created by the lovely:iconstarshooterfrecklz: I recommended that the idea would be made into a one-shot or something, and after a small talk...I ended up writing it.

My version is different from her rough draft with can be found here- [link] I wanted to think of a new title for this version, but I couldn't think of one...so, I used the original.

Overall, I hope you enjoy the other version of, "Rainbows Can Be Lonely Too"

Chapter One- You are here!
Chapter Two- [link]

MLP:FIM (c) :iconfyre-flye:
Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Cloud Kicker, Ditzy Doo (c) :iconhasbroplz:
Original Idea/ Cover Image (c) :iconstarshooterfrecklz:


Writing (c) me
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The peppy pink pony bounced excitedly out of bed. Every day was something new and exciting for her to discover.
She quickly bounded down the stairs to the bakery she lived above, a small green alligator clamped tightly on her tail.

"Oh, Gummy!"

She squealed joyfully.

"Today is gonna be so-super-duper-extra-fantastic! We're watching the bakery while the Cakes are in Manehatton, and we're going to throw a party!"

With this, the mare delightedly spun in circles.

"Let's invite Fluttershy, Twilight, Rarity, Dashie, AJ, Derpy, Doctor Whooves and- Oh, Pinkie, don't be so silly."

The over-excited mare reprimanded herself.

"Let's invite everypony in Ponyville!"

Pinkie Pie instantly set about making plans, and placing phone calls.

"AJ?"

She questioned into the phone.

"I'm going to need a few barrels of cider. Be here by 8, we're having a party!"

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Pokey Pierce lazily sat up. He was startled to find he wasn't in his fluffy bed, but on a red plaid couch.

A horrific fabric choice, he thought.

He looked up as his best friend entered the room, causing Pokey to remember where he was.

"Oh, Good!"

Blue Note said.

"You're up."

He busied himself with a coffee pot, and added,

"You should probably get ready soon."

Pokey pricked his ears up.

"Ready for what, dare I ask?"

Blue Note and Pokey had been friends for many years, but Blue Note had moved to Ponyville after he graduated, while Pokey stayed in Canterlot. This led the two old friends to develop very different ideas of fun activities.

Pokey was, by nature, a snob. He took his important title very seriously, and generally viewed himself above most ponies.
He considered his friendship the utmost honor, a gift to those who received it, and for that reason, he had very few friends.
Blue Note had always stayed by him, though he often tried to coax Pokey out of his rude, standoffish state.

"We've been invited to a party."

Blue Note grinned.

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The lights were overwhelmingly bright and flashy, like the ponies and their attires. The colors were as loud as the music blasting from the amps at the back of the room. There, a Disk Jockey stood, bobbing her head as a sophisticated looking pony stood beside her, holding headphones to the DJ's ear.

Pokey Pierce looked aghast; the important gray mare had once played cello in a respectable concert Pokey attended in Canterlot. What was a mare like her doing in a place like this, and with that scruffy-looking DJ of all ponies? How could somepony as knowledgeable as her be so comfortable around these raucous ponies?

He gasped, again overcome with shock as the gray mare closed her violet eyes, embracing the white unicorn a bit too warmly.

Seemingly un-surprised,  the DJ continued playing with one arm swung around the mare.

Blue Note looked over, and following Pokey's gaze, explained.

"The DJ is Vinyl, or DJ P0N3, and the gray mare is her partner, Octavia."

Blue Note dragged his friend away, to stop him from staring any further. He caught sight of a young mare, and he shoved Pokey over to the sasparilla bowl.

"Have some fun, be social, get drunk, do whatever."

Blue Note called over his shoulder.

"Just have fun."

Pokey stood in shock by the snack table. The music was too loud, the colors too bright, and the ponies too casual for Pokey's comfort.

He grabbed a bottle of cider, and attempted to drown out the noise.

"Hi!"

A happy voice called directly into his ear.

"I'm Pinkie Pie! I threw this party, and this is my house- Well-its-not-really-a-house-its-a-bakery-but-I-live-here-and-its-my-home! Where's-your-home? I-haven't-seen-you-around-here-so-you-must-be-new! *Gaaaasp* I-love-love-love-making-new-friends! You're going to love it here in Ponyville! Wait-until-you-"

Pokey's look of horror interrupted the pink mare.

"Is something wrong?"

She asked, looking distraught.

"Is something.. Dear Celestia, of course something is wrong! You, I don't even know you, and you just don't stop talking!"

The mare frowned, but nearly instantly lit up again.

"Well, you know me now, and now we're friends!"

She twirled gleefully around.

"Ooh! What's your name, new friend?"

Pokey looked on in disbelief.

"We are certainly not friends! And, I will not be telling my name to a complete stranger!"

He tried to step around the pink pony, but she stared innocently at him, un-moving.

"We.. We aren't friends?"

She whimpered.

Pokey glared at her, unfazed by her sadness.

"No."

She blinked.

"Well then."

A pause.

"That has to change!"

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The blue unicorn hurried desperately through the crowd of swaying ponies. As he ran, he bumped into two mares dancing, knocking down the cream colored mare with blue and pink curls.

"Hay!"

Her dance partner, a teal unicorn with a lyre cutie mark, yelled when Pokey didn't stop or apologize.

"Watch where you're going, moron."

Pokey shrugged the insult off, snatching a hat from a protesting pegasus.

He slapped the hat onto his wavy blue curls in a last resort attempt to hide from the partying menace.

"There you are, Blue Snooty!"

The caffeinated ball of cotton candy sprung up before him.

"Wh-what? Blue Snooty?"

Pokey stammered, backing up.

"Well,"

Pinkie explained,

"If you won't tell me your real name, I just have to guess! And I am good at guessing games!"

Frowning, Pokey tried to ease around Pinkie, but she blocked him with an outstretched hoof.

"Curly Q? Pointy Blue?"

She glanced at his cutie mark.

"Safety Pin? Ooh! Is it an ironic name? Softy Pillow? Are you sure it isn't Blue Snooty?"

Pinkie pondered endlessly. Finally, enough was enough.

"POKEY!"

He screamed, drawing curious stares from nearby ponies.

Flushed, he repeated in an annoyed tone,

"Pokey Pierce."

Her face lit up into an even larger grin, though Pokey never would've guessed it was possible.

"It was super fantastic to meet you, Pokey."

And then, she was gone.

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Pokey Pierce was confused.

He paced the floor of Blue Note's apartment countless times, searching for an answer.

With his friend still out of the house, probably with some fillies at a bar, Pokey had no one to turn to with his questions.

Pinkie Pie..

He mused. She was so reckless, so unkempt, so.. Wonderful.

He shook his head.

In all his life, he'd never felt this way.

It wasn't that he was insensitive, or that he lacked feelings, simply that he had never met a mare that enticed him like this one.

Pinkie Pie was an outrageous pony! Everything about her screamed uncivilized.

She was the opposite of everything he needed,

And yet..

She was everything he wanted.

He had to find out more about her.. He had to find her!

But, he was scheduled to be back in Canterlot tomorrow.

He was torn, between his home, few friends, his job, and the only mare he'd ever met to make him feel alive.

For the first time in his life,

Pokey Pierce was conflicted.
This is for :iconxxclawsxx:
She's my very best friend,
And this is her favorite shipping.
I felt like I owed her this-
And I will continue it for her,
But feedback is still appriciated.
I spaced this one much more than my "Something More" story,
(Which, by the way, will also be continued, this is just a side project.)
So I hope this is easier to read?
Thank you all, and love always~
Ghostie
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-The sun is setting; let's watch the twilit sky, shall we?

Princesses and peasants, illness and truth, sunlight and twilight, optimism and pessimism, birth and rebirth. These are the feelings of our faithful companion, Doctor Whooves. After having witnessed the coronation of Twilight Sparkle, he fears that Twilight may not be prepared for the future. He has watched Twilight from afar since day one, and begins to realize what impact she may have had on his life.

There's only two hours before she arrives back home. Follow Doctor Whooves on his self-reflection to understand the new era that is arriving. And maybe, put yourself in Whooves' shoes to better understand the perspective of ourselves...-

Another fanfiction, this time with a character I've been meaning to write with for a long time: Doctor Whooves.

FUN FACT: This is, actually, my response to the whole "Alicorn Twilight" controversy; read between the lines, you'll see it in there. But if you can't, I think that we shouldn't judge the premise without giving the production team a chance. I mean, Season 4 is confirmed; there could be some solid episodes built off of Twilight being a princess. Or not, I don't know. The point is that I have the benefit of the doubt; I loved the episode and how it was played out! Sure, it's a big change, but so was learning about Shining Armor, and introducing a whole other princess, and creating a whole other kingdom. They're expanding the universe of the show, and who knows? Maybe something will happen to stop Twilight from being an alicorn. We don't know that yet; so now, we play the waiting game...

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Doctor Whooves Cover Picture Link:
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