She must never know

Chapter 8

When the odd looking creature arrived in the once tranquil town he was shocked to see the place entirely in ruins. Things had changed so much in the past fifteen and a half years he almost didn't recognise it, but this place was unmistakable. The creature searched the town looking for any signs of her, but the place seemed like it had not been inhabited in years. It was then that he was tackled to the ground by a slightly faded rainbow blur. "You! I should have known. What have you done with her? Where is she?" said the blue mare standing on top of him.

He had no idea what this pony was talking about. "What? I didn't do anything to anyone." He said.

"Don't try to play innocent with me. I know you have her."

"I really don't know what you're talking about."

"Girls come over here." the mare shouted in the direction of a near by building. Four more ponies then emerged from the structure. They all recognised him instantly, and he them. He knew he had to get out of there now he pushed the pony off of him and made a run for it heading out of town he would have teleported but he was weak from his trip and knew he should save his magic for when he needed to return home.

He walked up to the old outdated cottage. It was in terrible shape, the once bright paint was now faded and peeling off, the yard looked like a plant cemetery, and the windows were smashed. The place looked deserted as if no one had been there for years. For many years he had imagined coming back to this place, having her run out and forgive him to have things back the way they were before. He went into the cottage, the place looked worse on the inside, dust covered everything, the bones of the small creatures she used to take care of were piled in a corner except for the small carcass of a bunny, and things were shattered, torn, and toppled. He ran through the cottage calling out to her hoping she was here to no avail. He was going to leave, he would go and search the world until he found her, until he stepped on something it was a dirty broken picture frame; he wiped it off and wept. It was a picture taken sixteen years ago of them holding their newborn girl, the one he had just left behind like he did her all those years ago.

His cellphone began to ring. He choked back his tears and answered it with a shaky voice. "Hello."

"Hello old friend, long time no see. Have you missed me?" The voice on the other side of the line said cheerfully.

"You! What have you done?"

"What? Me? I haven't done anything. I just wanted to chat."

"I'm in no mood Anon."

"Oh no, it's not Anon anymore. Please call me Mr.Y."

"Mr.Y? Mr.Y but that's the same name as," He went silent realising what was happening.

"Your lovely daughters singing teacher." He finished for him. "That's right. She is very talented you know. Such a precious thing she is, would be a shame if something were to happen to her."

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER OR I'LL KILL YOU I SWEAR!"

"Oh don't worry, she is quite safe. Such a peaceful sleeper."

"What?"

"Well I showed up at her party to wish her a happy birthday and she just fell right into my arms. So I brought her with me to make sure she was alright."

"GET AWAY FROM HER!"

"Don't worry I won't drop her, wouldn't want to let her down like you did. Leaving her all alone. See that's how we're different I would never abandon a girl in need."