Hello once again, everyone! Torch here, again. I apologize for this being late. And boring.
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Chapter 4: Reminiscing Memories
Flare Dawn woke up long before the others. She stood on a rock, watching the sun rise. She yawned, still a bit tired. He wings were spread, seeping in warmth from the golden rays of the morning sun.
She reflected on the previous few days. I can't believe I went with Dragonshield. We only knew each other for a few days. And then he's all like "Hey, you wanna go on an adventure with me and a few of my buds?" At first I said "No" but that ridiculous stallion was persistent. He was so nice about it, though. I finally gave in. 'It can't possibly be too bad' I had thought. Boy, was I wrong. He didn't mention they were all stallions and all ridiculous. She frowned. That Freedom Fire sounds really annoying. But he clearly hasn't seen Dragonshield in a long while. They're old buddies, but maybe they got in trouble? And that Crimson Arrow. Dragonshield clearly known him and at least had heard of his friends. Flare was so deep in thought she didn't hear Freedom Fire wake up.
"Hey." The fire red pegasus said, sitting beside her.
"Oh... Hi." She replied awkwardly. Freedom just smiled and stared out in the distance. "Really pretty sunrises here, huh?" He asked casually. Freedom looked ready for morning coffee, but they couldn't make it till everyone was up.
"Yeah." Flare Dawn said absent-mindedly. She clearly wasn't too focused on the conversation.
"Soooo... What'd Draco tell you to get you to come?" He asked, a bit curious. "If you don't mind me asking."
"Oh, I don't mind at all. He just bugged me until I gave in."
Freedom chuckled heartily. "That sounds like him." He said after he calmed down. Flare smiled. Maybe Freedom Fire wouldn't be too annoying.
"How long have you known Dragonshield?" Flare asked after a bit of silence.
"Awww, Hay. Has it really been that long?" He thought aloud. "I guess since I was a colt. Our parents were friends and stuff." He stared into the horizon. "We used to play knights. Oh, and pirates. Of course, he was always the good guy and I was the bad one." He smiled at the fond memory. "Learned swordplay at a young age, that one..." Freedom Fire trailed off, re-living a bit of his colthood. Flare decided to leave him to his memory. She finally got a good look at the stallion's face. From a distance, his face looked untouched except for the notch in his left ear. But up close Flare saw that it was criss-crossed with scars and there were dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. He looked much older than he likely was. Then she remembered Dragonshield's armor. It's covered in filled in slashes and hammered out dents. When I asked him about it, he said he used it on trips and adventures. But if they travelled together, that means Freedom got similar treatment only without armor. She vaguely felt bad for the stallion.