A/N: Sooo this was recently written up to celebrate some birthdays-the first birthday is my own, which is today, and the latter is to celebrate the day when Bravestarr first aired on television on September 14th, 1987. I decided to present this little one-shot to write out my own emotions with my birthday, but to also explore how Thirty Thirty might feel about turning older. It's been edited to fit the Bravestarr world.
Enjoy and have happy days!
Disclaimer: Thirty Thirty will forever stomp on bad guys in the world of Flimation!
Another year passed. Another birthday to be celebrated.
Another day.
It was funny; when he felt his birthday coming up, Thirty Thirty did feel a little excited for it, but by the same token, he held no strong or special feelings towards the day. He was certainly grateful for his day, of course. But he seemed to take it in stride and accept the day as was.
And so he was out here, on all fours in the desert slightly out of Fort Kerium's breaches, on this wonderfully warm night, just thinking about all the adventures he had before he turned another year older.
The times with his old friends before he moved to Fort Kerium.
The time spent guarding the Hall of the Equestroids.
The times spent in making new friends and accepting the fact he might not go back to his old way of life.
It was odd. He did indeed yearn for the old days, when things were easier and when he was with his old herd, but he was also looking forward to new memories ahead, with Bravestarr, JB, Fuzz and everyone else. Perhaps it was just him becoming older, and although not exactly wiser, he was more attuned to how life was working and accepting the possibilities and hardships that came with it.
He was happy to celebrate it, but he knew that the others probably had other things going on in their lives. Although he wouldn't admit it, a part of him was left out and neglected, but he found from experience that he couldn't blame them for what was going on in their lives. His birthday, after all, didn't fall on the weekend this year when the public was generally free. No, this time, it was kind of a lonesome birthday.
Lonesome but not too terribly sad.
Perhaps he was just learning to grow a little faster than normal. Or perhaps he was finding himself enjoying the solace and time to think about his life and where it could go next. Where it would go had yet to be declared. But there was one thing evident:
It was just another day in the life of Thirty Thirty.
Fin.