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Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I'm gonna be busy during the week. I'll try to update as soon as I can.

Chapter 1

Zara was walking down the streets of Manehatten when she spotted the cafe she worked at. Since the Whiplash incident and Electric Shock ran away, Java Bean and Cherry Swirl's cafe has been booming with customers. These customers came from all over Equestria, mostly giving donations to them for the medical expenses and donations to the graves of the ponies that died there in the fire. Zara tried to get in but she was swarmed with reporter ponies for the fifth time that day.

"Are you going to find the little filly and give her a taste of her own medicine?"

"Have you been harboring the child of the late Whiplash?"

"Did you ever have a thing for this stallion?"

"What'll you do now that your love is forever lost?"

"Was your father's death an accident or on purpose?"

"Will you happily work at the cafe or will you move on and leave your life behind?"

Zara was bombarded by questions, all the memories from the fire was still vivid in her mind. She wanted to scream and cry but she had to stay strong and not let anypony see her cry, especially on camera. If the press got her on camera crying, she would be all over the news ' Zara: The mare who is haunted by the ghosts of her past' Zara almost couldn't take it, but she chose the most effective way to get rid of reporters.

"I would love to answer your questions but I have an appointment with sleep. So if you'll move outta the way for me to pass that would be much appreciated." The reporters instantly made a path down the middle of the hoard of reporters. They followed behind her, the flashing of cameras still as bright as ever. Zara walked to the stairs and walked to her apartment in the building. Zara went in and flopped onto the couch in her living room. She could hear the shouting of reporters that were outside her door quickly fainted into screams and clamoring to get away. She also heard the laughter of her best friend. Paisley then opened the door, holding onto the handle for dear life, trying not to fall over from laughing.

"Y-y-you gotta...hahahahah!" Paisley tried to talk but she couldn't suppress her laughter. Zara just rolled her eyes and smiled a bit, she still layed sprawled out on the couch, not wanting to move a muscle.

"I take it you found it funny you scared off the reporters like they were sissy, scaredy ponies?"

Paisley then fell on the floor and finally stopped her hysterics.

"Well, you had a mob of ponies who were scared anyway, I just helped in getting them to go away."

"I swear, one day we'll have a law suit on our hooves because you decided it was funny to scare of certified reporter ponies who were, annoyingly, doing their job."

"I think you need a body guard."

"No."

"Why not? You're always complaining that you'll be followed by reporters for the rest of your life. A body guard will take care of that."

"No, just no. I'll not have a body guard for a year then have him sacked.* It won't work. This'll all blow over soon, and I'll go back to being that zebra with the mechanical wings."

"Nah, I doubt it. You'll still be Zara, the zebra." Paisley smiled and stuck her tongue out slightly. Zara smiled and walked over to the kitchenette in her apartment.

"Okay, want anything to eat or..." Zara took a step stool out and grabbed a plate from the cupboard.

"No. Hey, what's this? Fan mail?" Zara looked to the coffee table in the 'living room', Paisley was hovering over the table holding a couple letters. Zara dropped her plate and it crashed to the floor. She ran over to Paisley and snatched it out of her claw. Zara held the letters to her chest. Paisley didn't process this 'till after Zara took the letter out of her claw.

"What happened?"

"I-i-i just...these are..please don't touch them." Paisley looked hurt. But if she didn't know better she would've snatched those letters back from Zara.

"Okay, you need to be alone for a bit. Come down when you feel like it." Paisley said, her head was held low. Zara let a few tears escape her eyes. She pulled the letters away from her chest and looked to them.

On the unopened envelope read For: Zara From: Iron Will

Hope you like it, More coming soon

*For those who aren't British or don't already know "Sacked" means to get fired, I imagined Zara, Java Bean and Cherry Swirl to have a British accent. Sorry if that minuses to the characters. But if it adds to the characters for you, You were totally reading my mind!