/BEFORE YOU READ - This story goes along with my other story You Be the Princess so you should check it out either before or after you read this/
Siblings share a certain relationship that is quite unique. Lars and Emma were a prime example. Sweet Emma and tough guy Lars did fight but they always wanted to do something nice for one another.
"Emma, I am going out for a long time I might see some friends, would you like to come?" he said to her as he packed his bag to leave their home in Belgium.
"No, I want to stay here. I have to do a few things around town anyways, but can you bring me back a pretty flower Lars. I just love the flowers over by your home. " She smiled as she began to sweep the floor of her kitchen.
Lars nodded and waved to her before closing the door and boarding a train for his travels. He decided to hike for a while then backpack across the area for a while.
He stopped when he reached a big open field, he wanted to find a city of some sort before it got too dark so this wasn't the place but he paused at the sight of a few bunnies and a tiny pony. Lars was always partial to rabbits of all kind.
When he saw the little foal and the bunnies he thought that a little frolicking couldn't hurt. However he was on someone else's frolicking grounds, yet he still frolicked unknowingly. Lars traveled a little too far eastward, into what was Feliks' home, Poland. The flowers there were different from the ones in the Netherlands, but they were still beautiful.
The pony tackled Lars to the ground the animals almost sounded like they were chuckling and laughing while playing with Lars. He rolled around in the grass and laughed sincerely with them. The scene was picturesque.
The pony whinnied and romped off away from Lars.
"Hey where are you going?" he called out with a bright smile on his face.
The pony soon came back with a rose in mouth. Lars' eyes glittered as he stroked the foal and took the rose.
"This is just what Emma wanted." He smiled and smelled the flower, holding it carefully and twirling it.
However the bunny scampered away quickly like it was running from the pony and the rose. The roses thorns left a few cuts on the pony's mouth but it still had a happy glow.
Lars got a confused look and patted the pony again.
"What's up?" he asked looking around for the rabbit.
He and the pony walked looking down to search for the little bunny's feet. To their surprise they found a different set of feet, a pair of boots.
Lars looked up and saw the man attached to those boots.
"Feliks?" His voice was shaky and a little confused.
The pony on the other hand neighed with delight and pranced around the mystery man.
The man had Feliks' looks, but a few things were noticeably different about him. Immediately stubble and sun-kissed skin threw Lars off, who was this man? His hair was the same length and style but it was light strawberry blonde. And his eyes were a matte blue green, his eyes didn't shimmer like Feliks'. Instead of a wide eyed spunky grin Feliks had, this man almost squinted, keeping his gaze narrow. A light frown accented his lips and he had a recognizable Smoker's Cough.
"Feliks?" The man replied back confused as well.
Lars stood up and the pony romped around towards the man. Lars tightened his grip on the rose's stem and pricked himself. The man chuckled and pat the pony on it's head.
"You pricked yourself on my rose. And I can tell this pony did too." His voice was subtly gruff as he continued. "You should get rest now. Preferably at your own home, I don't think this pony will make it."
Lars frowned up then gasped as the pony appeared to be getting dizzy.
"You'll have a little more time than this pony. But I suggest staying away from roses for a while especially that rose." The man pointed to the rose and it changed color.
It was a dark purple and the pony fell over and passed out.
"That rose works in special ways, and I can tell a tough guy like you wouldn't want a girly rose like that. So tell me who did you get it for?" The man leaned closer and scowled at poor Lars. "Your wife? Daughter? Mother?"
Lars paused and shook his head, "No, I got it for my sister now stop trying to scare me." His voice was powerful and he was being assertive for sure, but Lars had to admit he was a quite frightened by the foal's behavior but he didn't let it show.
The other man chuckled and put one hand in his pocket and stood in a surprisingly sassy stance. "I'm not trying to scare you, I'm just saying. You need to send your sister here or she will get sick. Really sick, just look what happened to this little horsey."
The pony looked like it was melting into the grass, like it was disintegrating. Once it fully disappeared a new pony reappeared in a flash. The first palomino was kind and sweet looking, but this new one was rugged looking, he was a dark brown, he had a cream stripe down his face and a ruff strawberry blonde mane.
Lars didn't know what to do, he jumped back and began to sweat a little. "O-okay! I'll send her here! But what will I do what are you going to do with her?"
Lars got a little dizzy as well, he felt like he needed to go home right away. He honestly feared for his sister Emma, why was this man just requesting for her like this? And what was going to happen to them?