featherheart

Featherheart smiled as he watched shade fly off. He flew back down and landed on the balcony, still gleaming about his cuitie mark. "I guess I'm aloud to stay... why was I being made to leave in the first place?" This question reminded him of the situation back at the castle with the Princesses. With a sigh Featherheart rejoined the party.

"You never were a threat, to any of us. Well your no more of a threat than I am." Featherheart thought about what he had just said and rejected the idea. He put a hoof on shade's shoulder and gave her a warm smile. "Go, be the... the mare you want to be and never look back, you never know what the future holds but the past will always haunt you." He gave her a genital nod and takes his hoof of her. Featherheart had gained acceptance not just for shade but for himself, he through the idea around inside his head -whether he should make amends with the Princesses or not.- He turned back to the other ponies all passing worried look from one and other. "The cuitie mark" a smile grew across his face when he saw the winged heart that had newly appeared upon his flank. He got overwhelmed by the surprise that it wasn't just his imagination, he flew up into the air regardless of the currant situation.

Featherheart hears the shriek, his ears perk up and his eyes widened. He broke free of the guards and ran to in the direction of the noise. When he saw the Changeling he paused, it was as if he knew it -maybe the life it had was similar to the one he lived- Featherheart had slowed down to a halt. "No pony move, just keep watching it, if it changes we'll know." He slowly crept up to it, daring himself with every step. "what should I do?" Was the only thought playing through his mind as everypony watched him as well as the Changeling. "You probable are here for me, an endless source of love without weakening." He was now face to face with the creature, as he looked into its eyes all he could see was fear, loneliness and sadness. "We have so much in common, it's a shame you're just as feared as I am right now" Featherheart waited for a reaction to him being that close, he looked around for any other Changelings but he saw nothing.

Featherheart woke up as he was being carried out. scared, alone and unhappy, the voice had gone but he wasn't sure it was gone for good, he forced a smile. "I'm sure the Princesses will be glad to have me back" he took a glance around the room at all the sad ponies, "did I do this?" He was sure he had something to do with the mess, Featherheart looked up at the guards, their stone cold faces sending him deeper into fear. "Well I might as well give them something before I leave." He was halfway to the door by now and was trying to conjure up one final spell to put everyponies minds at ease. With his horn sparking and glowing, a blast of magic spread across the room, the spell calmed everypony and brought good cheer to them. After the spell he bowed his head and accepted the consequences for his actions. "I wish they liked me more." He whispered under sorrow.

Featherheart could felt as if he was being watched, he got up to look through the keyhole but his view was blocked by another eye. He quickly dropped to the ground, "their watching me now" Featherheart galloped to the back of the room, becoming completely invisible, shrouded by darkness. There was a loud tapping, he frantically looking for the source of the noise, "it's ok to be scared, you are just adjusting to our new mind set. Don't fear the reaper." He darted back over to the door with a thud. "Stay away from me, just leave me... we want to be alone. Please don't hurt us!" The tapping grew louder, his breaths were more out of tune and his vision was blurred. "Strike. now!" Without hesitation Featherheart blasted down the door with a pules from his horn, breaking the door into tiny splinters which flew across the room along with Faceless. "Get away from me!" He roared, running through the crowed in the center of the room, charging down anypony who attempted to stop him. "Good almost out, now fly!" He opened his wings to fly but he tripped, and fell to the ground knocking himself out cold. "We were almost free" the voice hissed as everything went dark.

"Sit down! you wan't me to sit down!" He jolted sharply backwards and made a dash for the nearest room. "They just wan't to control you, they don't see the truth we see" the voice whispered as he opened a door. Bursting into the room, knocking over various items, he turned back and slammed the door shut. He took several deep breathes before checking his physical state, "all fine" he thought, rustling his feathers, but everything was not ok... one small detail was out of place, a large red winged heart was upon his flank, whether it was real or not he couldn't tell, but he wouldn't react to it due to the mental state he was in. "Their coming for you Featherheart, they won't stop till you give in... they want to break you're will and take away you're hope. You've seen so much over the years you have lived, thy don't know what you've been through, what you have seen and done. Don't let them get inside your head now." The voice cackled.

"Get out of my head!" He snapped, pushing faceless away. "That's right, they don't care for you so why care for them. He hates you everypony hates you, they can't love, they can't accept you, they are selfish, cruel and unkind." Featherheart breaks down into a twitching mess, unable to stand or speak, battling the raging thoughts he held inside his head, "what are you doing to me... what are they doing to me, why won't they leave me alone, why do they keep trying to pry me open?" "Get away... leave... don't, love." He forced out, waving his hooves about and flapping his wings in a rage. "They want to hurt me, but I won't let them" by this time Featherheart was a babbling mess on the floor, "it's all ok, we both know you can handle a few doomed souls. Don't we." Featherheart stood up straight with a dead expression.

Featherheart had never had this happen before, he couldn't tell his thoughts from the others thoughts, it was all a blur and he was not happy with it. "what do you want from me?" at that demand a crackling laugh boomed through his head, "it's not what I want from you, it's what you want from me. You seek the truth do you not, you also seek love and acceptance." Featherheart froze, could this really be him, was he really having this conversation with himself... if he seeks the truth then he has not found it yet, how could he know then. "your not me, you can't be. I'm me... your just, your nothing" He started twitching, trying to grasp the concept that his own mind had over ridden itself and is now trying to make peace with its twin. "Oh please, you mean to say that you are also nothing. Those other ponies don't care for you, I saw you try to get their attention, and what did they do. Shove you to one side and forgot about you, that's what they did." The tone of the voice had gotten sharper and it stepped up the pace, almost as if it were telling secrets instead of lies.

Featherheart looked back over to them again. "Well, their having a good time" he thought, trying to suppress the other voice which was getting much louder ad clearer with every passing second. "Why do you sit in sadness?" the shock of hearing the voice made Featherheart jolt back as if somepony had just jumped up in front of him and shouted at him, "their so weak and unable to love" the voice was calm and therm, as much as it had stunned Featherheart it was also bringing on confusion with what it was saying... stating, as fact, twisting lies to tell the truth. "No who are you, what are you. Stay out of my head" Featherheart felt strange, like he had lost control to this thing, he sat with a blank look about him as if somepony had turned out the lights and the room was pitch black -without the sun of cores- "I am you... and you are me" the voice cackled, echoing around his head.

Featherheart could see the two ponies at the other side of the bar, he made up back stories for them to, "who would have thought a grandmother with seven kids would take interest in that pony from the cave of doom... just makes no sense" he laughed but that slowly faded away into a sob. "At least somepony is taking an interest, did I really see the writing, was it real. What should I do?" He paused thought for a second, something was working its way into his mind, he could feel it worming its way in, burying itself deep with in his thoughts -whether it was himself doing this was hard to tell, reality had already snapped once today so who's to say it can snap again for him- he could hear a small voice in the back of his head, it was muffled, drowned in fact, like it was underwater and rising up from it fast.

Unable to think straight Featherheart stomped back to the bar and sat with a thud by the counter. He looked about, the bartender asked him if he would like anything, he just bowed his head and sighed. After the bartender got bored he looked up again, taking a glance around the room he made little stories up about the ponies in his mind to try and cheer himself up a little, a grin widened across his face for a second as he thought about Vinyl being a secret spy for Celestia, sent to watch me all this time. The grin was gone in an instant and he was back to looking at the floor, waiting for the next pony to try and pry him open and dig into his life.

Featherheart curled up on the balcony, putting his hooves over his eyes. "No, never again.... never again, so kind... why, what did I do to deserve their love?" He shakes and peeks out to look back up at the clouds. There was no writing, all was clear. "Just my imagination, that's all." He chuckled out loud before picking himself up off the ground and brushing himself down. Still a little shaken and deeply confused he trotted back over to the edge of the balcony, he had lost the will to search through old memories, as they seem to be crippling his reality a little and his feelings.

Featherheart sighed. "No pony can help me, only I can help me. I have to say sorry to the Princesses, for whatever I've done... I wish I knew, I wish they tolled me. There's no hope and no love anymore." He looked up at the clouds and was taken back by what was written with in them, the shock through him back, he started to cry but not with sadness. He read the clouds: "Featherheart do not despair, we still love you, pleas don't take it out on yourself, I am upset for what you have become but I am happy I made you, we are sorry and we wish you to come home. Love Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. Featherheart was filled with emotion at this point, he didn't know if he should leave or stay, what they had put him through played on his mind the most, it seemed to flush out all other memories. "I can't go back... not after what happened, just can't" the thought of why he was set away circled his mind, bringing sadness and hate for the ones he loved, the ones he grew so close too.

Featherheart levitated the flower up into the air and over the balcony. He bowed his head once more, keeping quiet and distant, he carried on with the memories of the Princesses, the most happiest memory of his was on hearth's warming eve after the play, they talked all night by the fire place, enjoying each other company. He would never be far from them, He would stay up all night with Luna, pointing out the stars and their constellations, falling asleep beside her, hugging her as she rested head on him. "I want to make it up to them... but what did I do to them in the first place?" This was one of the only memories that he couldn't tap into, the one that confused him the most.

He didn't move, he didn't speak, he only sighed and traveled back to his memories. Featherheart had no mean for talking now, it only brought him trouble, only the thought of the Princesses soothed his pain as well as make it worse. "They done this to me, made me a walking joke, element of love. Yer right." his face was still and unreadable, he had mastered this through time with the Princesses. He was running on memories now, some old and some new. Dreams, hopes and warm smiles "I miss them so much, why did she tell me to leave... why?"

He turned around and saw faceless looking at him. "What now?" He breathed, so quietly. Featherheart swung his head back around with a sigh and continued to gaze at the rising sun. "So simple yet so beautiful." The sun hurt his eyes a little but he had seen it rise and lower so many times, the same amount of times as the moon. He had not yet raised or lowered, his time at the castle meant nothing to him, seeing the Princesses was common to him, the talks he had with them brought happiness to his lonely world. He knew them more than any other pony and he was proud to be related to them, through Celestia's magic "born a second time, never thought it would lead to this."

It had been some time since hunter hit Featherheart, he woke up, still on the storm cloud and in a daze. "What... did it work?" He questioned himself and peeked over the cloud, all was fine. "How long was I out?" He wondered as he raised his hoof to his head and rubbed it. "Well, no point showing my face at the party." His gaze drifted across the horizon, of to the rising sun. "Celestia is up early" He thought, laying down on his front, front hooves dangling over the edge and a doomed expression plastered on his face.

"Every living thing." Featherheart chuckled to himself as he sat alone. "well the ball is rolling, snowball that is. This will only get bigger... maybe it was too strong, I hope not, I don't want to catch it through the breath of another pony" he wondered to himself about what he had started and how or if it can be stopped.

Featherheart watched over as she sat upon the rolling storm, he laughed at the sight. "good it's working, soon the whole party will be a mindless bunch of hugging ponies, and then Equestria will feel the full power that love holds, its ability to control and break the spirit of ponies, when the Pegasus ponies catch it my virus will be airborne, spreading faster and faster." He sat back with a lazy gaze and laughed to... himself.

Featherheart opened the door and trotted over to join the group, he had been eavesdropping through magic. When he stood at behind the ponies crowded around the cursed mare, he kept silent. "This is only a prototype spell" he thought ti himself as he pondered his next spell "they know it's me now of cores, but how will they deal with my love virus." With a smile plastered across his face, he stepped forward, letting of a pules of magic. The magic only effects the cursed, any pony she touches or any living being, will catch the love virus and will be unable to tare themselves from over ponies. Featherheart made a dash for the living room again, he bolted through the already cracked window, smashing the glass. He flapped his wings as fast as he could and headed for a nearby storm to hide in.

Featherheart watched over, he watched the mare go about her business, stopping his plans. But he did not care for more bright and dark ideas were building in his mind, as he concocted his mixture of evil deeds he couldn't help but think of the good he could do instead.

Featherheart pulled her up, his smile turned to a frown. "What can I do now, she knows I'm no threat to her now..." after helping her up he quickly released her hoof and looked away from her. "Yes, um... that was well, just stay away from me and the punch. ok!" There was a large flash and he was back in the safety of hunter's living room, he looked back over the party from the window, with proud posture.

"No what is that mare doing" Featherheart dashed out from the living room and galloped towards the grey unicorn. "Stop that at once, your ruining everything!" He crashed into the mare, knocking her over. He then quickly started -as best he could- to scoop the hers out with his hoof, he turned back to the unicorn with his wings spread out and his horn glowing a bright orange, sparking at the tip. Anger flooded across his face. "You ruined every thing, my revenge, my pain still grows because of you!" Looking down at the saboteur he felt sorry for her, and himself. He closed his eyes, lowered his wings and the glow from his horn faded. "I'm sorry, I just... here let me help you up." Featherheart held out his hoof. "I'm just to kind for my own good" he thought with a deep sigh "least the punch is ok."

"What's it I'm not gonna sit here and wait for love, I'm going to get up and get it" he thought to himself as he stood up and walked over to the punch. "With a little magic and punch of cores" Featherheart spoke out loud with thunder in his voice, willing himself he put a spell on the punch itself, it turned a green which glowed and then back to its normal state. "Anypony who dares to take the tiniest sip of this here punch will fall into a deep feeling of love for every pony they see and will be unable to leave them, making a larger and larger group of love punch ponies who will offer it as a gift to any other pony they see. Chaos with love, Celestia didn't see this coming." He left the punch bowl with a smirk an retreated back to Hunter's living room, where he watched over the party waiting for his puppet show to begin.

Featherheart decided to take walk down to the dance floor, He stood in the center of all the happy ponies and stared off into the distance trying to feel the happiness they do. "I wish the Princess was here so I can at least have somepony to talk to and understand me" he walked around a bit and then over to the bar and sat heavily on the ground.