Flint looked at his parents. His mother was sobbing with both anguish and pride, while his father stood by his wife with a concerned look. Flint knew this is what he had to do. No Pony stole from the Smith family and got away with it. Flint started towards the door and said one final goodbye when his father stopped him. "Flint, you don't have to do this for us." Flint looked into the old earth pony's eyes, which were filled with worry.
"Yes I do, father. I made a promise. I don't care how old I was when I made it, a promise is a promise."
Flint's father began to tear up as he gave Flint one last hug. "Take this," He said, "It's a necklace I was working on for a customer, but I think you could use it better as a good luck charm instead."
Father handed Flint the necklace. It was a simple one, but it filled Flint with joy. Yet, it was hardly more that a string attacted to an emerald. "I didn't get it quiet finished..." Father chuckled.
Flint hugged his father one last time, "I promise I will wear this all throughout my journey."
He walked out of the house and began to walk towards the market for some food, but looked one last time at the small shack he calls home. He smiled and began walking again.