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  1. 1. What should happen after 1 million is reached?

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It was actually kinda slowing down, but bye.

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Start of new fic (Riley and Anala as kids):

 

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Riley tossed and turned as the rays of sunlight emanated into his bedroom. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes. His vision still blurred, he looked over to the window. There seemed to be a figure climbing through it.

 

Obviously shocked by this, he rubbed his eyes to give himself a better view. It was a pony his age. A filly. She was white, with a dark grey mane done up in braids. Atop her head was a white baseball cap. On her flank, there was her cutie mark: a bow and arrow. Speaking of which, wrapped around her waist was a sheath containing a bow and six arrows.

 

She seemed all too familiar.

 

Rather than “Hello,” or “What are you doing in here?”, the first thing Riley blurted out was: “Aren’t you that filly who saved me from that bully?”

 

“The one and only,” replied the filly, hopping down from the window and landing on the floor, dodging the toys strewn around. “Aren’t you that colt who visited me in hospital?”

 

“I guess so,” answered Riley. “Your name was Anala, wasn’t it?”

 

“Yup,” replied Anala. “Aren’t you Riley?”

 

“That’s me,” answered Riley. “But why and how did you get up here?”

 

Anala gestured to a rope, the noose positioned around a bolt on the outside of the window, which Riley had happened to leave open the previous night. “I kept coming early every morning until the window was left open.”

 

There was a brief pause.

 

“And you don’t find that creepy at all?” asked Riley.

 

Anala rolled her eyes. “Look, I think you’re a cool guy, okay? I wanted to hang out with you.” As she said this, she hastily wrote down on a sheet from her notebook:

 

‘Went to school to get something. Totally not a forged note or anything!’

 

She slammed the note on the bed.

 

Riley looked at his alarm clock: 5:00AM. “But it’s waaay too early, and…”

 

“Not asking,” retorted Anala, and grabbed Riley by the hoof. She helped herself to the blankets and pillows, threw them out of the window to make a cushion for when they landed. Anala pulled Riley out of the window.

 

As they fell, Riley would have screamed if Anala hadn’t clasped a hoof over his mouth. The fall was rather short-lived.

 

They dug themselves out from under the bed’s garments. “What the heck, Anala?! You can’t just drag somepony out of the window! Soft landing or not! We could have been hurt!”

 

“But we weren’t,” replied Anala calmly.

 

Riley just stared at her. “H-how are you not fazed?! YOU JUST FELL OUT OF A WINDOW!” he yelled, shaking Anala by the shoulders.

 

Anala lightly pushed him away. “It’s all in the past. Just follow me.”

 

“But…” Riley sighed. “Fine.”

 

Anala led Riley through the near-empty streets of Manehattan. After a walk, they came across a field. It was devoid of animals, but the plants and trees were plentiful.

 

Anala climbed over a fence and landed on the soft grass and earth. “Your turn, tomato-coat,” she told Riley.

 

The latter started by putting his front hoof on the lower plank of the fence. He placed his other front hoof on the same plank.

 

“No, no, that is not how you climb a fence!” said Anala. “Look, why don’t you just climb through the gap?”

 

Riley crawled through the gap, trying not to get a splinter from the old, rotting wood. When he came out of the other side, he spat grass out of his mouth.

 

“Why didn’t you just take that way?” asked Riley.

 

“Not fun enough,” said Anala. “Anyway…” She trotted over to a tree stump with leaves around it.

 

Riley blinked. “It’s a tree stump,” he commented bluntly.

 

“It’s what the stump is hiding that counts,” said Anala. She lifted up the tree stump like it was a trap door. She reached into the hole that the stump had been concealing, and picked up an archery board.

 

“That yours?” asked Riley.

 

“Yep. And I decided to share it with you,” answered Anala. She propped the board up. She then reached for her bow and an arrow. She did the necessary to position them, stood up on her two hind legs, and then fired the arrow at the board. It landed right in the middle; a bullseye.

 

“Whoa…” said Riley, looking at the board. “I’ve seen archery a bunch of times on TV when my dad has nothing better to watch, but I have no idea how to use a bow and arrow.”

 

“Can you fly?” asked Anala.

 

Riley’s wings fluttered for a couple of seconds, but his hooves remained on the ground. “Not yet…”

 

Anala crouched down. “Here, get on my back.”

 

Riley complied. Anala then stood up, carrying Riley.

 

“You’re pretty strong, aren’t you?” observed Riley.

 

“You gotta be if you live like me,” replied Anala. She handed Riley her bow and three arrows. “Now, you see that long, narrow hole in the bow?”

 

She went on to give Riley a long-winded talk on how to utilize a bow and arrow.

 

“I think I got it now,” said Riley, some minutes later. He aimed at the board, and fired his arrow. The recoil caused Riley, and in turn, Anala, to tumble over backwards.

 

Riley opened his eyes to see where his arrow had landed. In the ground, a good few metres away.

 

“Er… that was a practice…” said Riley, rubbing a hoof behind his ear.

 

Anala giggled, and nudged Riley playfully. “It’s okay. The only way I got so good was by practice.”

 

Anala galloped away for a minute, and returned with an apple.

 

“Thanks, Anala. You whisked me away without breakfast!” said Riley.

 

But Anala shook her head, and propped the apple on top of Riley’s head.

 

Riley’s eyes widened. “Oooohhh no. That’s crazy! I don’t know why they did it in the medieval ages!” he stammered.

 

“What? Nonono, I wasn’t gonna shoot it off your head. I just, er… wanted you to be an apple tree,” said Anala.

 

“Well, okay then,” replied Riley.

 

Dang, I can’t believe that actually worked. Is he that gullible? thought Anala. “You have to sing the apple tree song too.”

 

Anala taught Riley a made-up-on-the-spot tune, and had Riley face towards a plain tree bearing no fruit.

 

“I’m an apple tree, I’m an apple tree…” sang Riley.

 

Anala went up behind him, a devious smirk on her face…

 

And the next thing Riley knew, pieces of apple were flying everywhere, and an arrow was now pierced firmly in the tree in front of him.

 

He turned around when he saw Anala laughing hysterically.

 

"Why, you little..." muttered Riley, half-mad, half-amused.

 

Without warning, Riley ran towards Anala, grabbed her, and tackled her to the ground. He wasn't entirely angry. He didn't intend to hurt her.

 

The two of them giggled as their playfight continued. They swatted their hooves at each other for a while before...

 

SPLOSH!

 

They had landed in a mud puddle.

Edited by Blue Eclipse
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OCs: RileyAnala

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