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SCSD The Rewrite - Updated, 'cause I can :3

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The night was dark and ominous, as was the castle in the dead of night, save for the royal chambers where, for nearly a thousand years, the Princess of the Sun had ruled alone. This room was brightly lit by crackling energies that, if one were outside, gave the impression of a flashy strobe light show. Inside, the room was chaos. Lights swirled everywhere, winds with no source rushed in circles around the room, gale force winds that rattled the age-old windows and threatened to shatter them.

In the center of this maelstrom stood a single pony, yet she was not just a pony. She was the princess of this castle, and of this land of Equestria. Her body shone like the very sun she commanded every day, her mane and tail shining with the very light of the cosmos. Every color imaginable swirled around her horn, her hooves, danced through and caressed her hair.

These energies wound faster and faster around her, the intensity it was creating vibrating the very floor of the room. It was so strong, so violent that the whole castle felt it. The guards were poised outside the room, ready for anything, yet they had been instructed not to enter, not under any circumstances. That went for medics, as well, though this command had been a very strange one and made the entire staff very nervous.

Celestia grunted and strained, her eyes held tightly shut to keep out the light. Sweat from effort and concentration dropped from her body, only to be carried off or evaporated within the swirling energies around her. Not a single drop had made it to the floor in the entire three hours she'd been at this. Suddenly her eyes snapped open, her irises full of light and color. "It's ready..." she murmured.

The light and wind around her intensified again, this time moving inwards towards the alicorn. The energies and light began to contract, rising in density. She groaned as the weight of the energies gathering at her horn began to weigh on her head. It was a painful experience, and her body was already tired from straining every muscle in her body this entire time. A bead of sweat fell from her chin and managed to drop on the floor, where it sizzled and evaporated from the heat.

Celestia let out a scream of pain and very nearly dropped to the floor, but she managed to catch herself. She raised her head again and stared at the tip of her horn. Almost finished...just a little more...she thought. The energies and light that had taken up the entire audience chamber was now crammed into a little ball the size of a large marble. Little crackles of light swirled around it, leaving traces of lightning marks that soon faded into the mass of energy that was quickly becoming like a small sun.

That's it, that's it...do it...please! And with a final scream of pain and effort, the ball of light disappeared, leaving Celestia alone in silent darkness. At first, the Princess thought she had failed. Three hours of the most intense pain and concentration she'd ever felt. She almost cried. But wait, there it was! In front of her, no bigger than the dot at the end of a sentence, it was there. A small dark blue sphere. It carried something sacred, something that the world would need. When wars and death and rage and vengeance waged it's plans across the globe, where loyalty, honesty, kindness, laughter, generosity and magic failed, forgiveness would give them the final push needed to heal. There was just one step left.

Celestia tried taking a step towards the window to the terrace, but she fell, this time failing to catch herself. The impact left every muscle in her body screaming in pain. She let out a horrible wail, her breathing halting, leaving her panting and trembling. She tried to return to her hooves, but the pain was too horrible. She started crawling then, ignoring the growing need to give up, and rest. There would be time to rest when she was dead.

She crawled slowly, painfully, towards the terrace, ever keeping an eye on the small ball of life in her magical grasp. Inch by inch, terrible ripping pain by terrible ripping pain. Finally, she reached the window, letting in the cool April air. It was a relief, she'd been so hot. Even now her body emitted thick trails of heat that blew about her in the fresh air. Finally, she lifted her head to look out at her land. So quiet, so peaceful. So ignorant of the things yet to come. Well, they had twenty one more years of this peace. Twenty one years of blissful ignorance. She prayed she would still be there to guide them, the seven. She wanted to see his face, at least once.

She held the little ball in front of her, a sad, tired smile on her face as she lowered it to her lips, and blew. "Go...go!" she whispered encouragingly as the ball flitted through the air faster than the most practiced Wonderbolt. It disappeared into the night air, far from her view. Finally spent, the alicorn Princess finally rested her head and closed her eyes.


Aurora Flash hummed to herself as she stood in the shower. It was such a relief to have the hot water on her shoulders, relieving the ache of walking while eight and a half months pregnant. It wasn't easy, nevermind flying. Roving Gale usually flew her on his back if they were going anywhere, but she was a Rainbow. Rainbows were always very stubborn. Her sister, Rainbow Falls, had just learned she was pregnant a month ago. It'd be another eight months, but the idea of raising two foals between the sisters excited the mother to no end!

Aurora turned the water off and let out a relieved sigh as she started to dry off. She was so distracted by the idea of a niece or nephew that she didn't notice the little pinprick of light phase through the window. She didn't notice when it circled her while she fussed with her mane. She did notice, however, the sharp pain in her stomach. She let out a shriek and tried to find the brief source of pain, but being pregnant and trying to be agile enough to look at one's stomach at the same time was a near impossible task, so she also didn't see the blue light pulsing just inside her belly, pulsing with the beating of a heart.

The mother frowned. She could tell that something was different. Maybe even wrong. For one, her belly burned, and she could feel the foal moving about, as if in distress. She started to panic. She rushed out of the bathroom, as fast as she possibly could, her pastel rainbow mane and tail swishing as she zipped into her bedroom and started shaking the big black stallion lying asleep in their bed. "Roving, Roving get up! Something's wrong with the baby!"

Roving Gale immediately shot up, his thick dark blue mane, his golden eyes wide in panic. "What?! What happened? D-did you bump something? Can you-"

"I don't know!" she screamed. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, panic making her tremble. She tried to look down at her belly again, and let out a fierce growl of frustration at again being denied a look.

"All right, calm down, just let me look," he said, starting to calm a bit. He always had been the more level-headed of the two. He reached out and gently ran his hooves along her swollen belly. By now, the unborn infant had stopped moving, which really began to make Aurora panic further. Roving gave her a gentle glare. She got the silent message. She took deep breaths and closed her eyes as her husband continued to feel along her belly. After a moment, he reached up to kiss her gently on the mouth. "I don't see any problems, babe. What happened?"

Aurura sighed and melted into her husband's kiss. She crawled up into bed with him into a fetal position, letting him hold and support her like he always did whenever she freaked out about nothing. "I don't know, it was weird. I was just getting out of the shower, and I felt this intense pain in my belly button. Kinda felt like something was...forcing it's way in, or something." She shivered at the thought. It had felt round and smooth, but she had instead imagined some kind of bug crawling into her belly to feast on her unborn child. Her imagination always did play awful tricks on her.

"I didn't see any marks or forcible entry, so I think you're safe there," her husband joked, earning him a wing to the side. He chuckled and held his beloved tightly. "You're fine, sweetheart. Mothers get scares all the time, especially when they're close. Things happen, but it'll be all right, you'll see."

"Promise?" she asked, lifting her head up to look at her husband's lovely eyes. He nodded and ran a hoof through her beautiful hair.

"I promise, sweetheart. We'll have the perfect child. And then your sister will have another perfect child. We'll all raise them together, and have the most amazing family Cloudsdale has ever seen."

Aurora Flash smiled happily, and began drifting off to sleep in Roving's warm grasp. Together, the two of them fell asleep on their cloud bed. As they slept, the light in her belly lit up once more, pulsing with the beating of a heart, the silhouette of her foal visible. As they slept throughout the night, the baby was restless.


    -Two and a half weeks later-


"Push! Come on, Mrs Gale, push!"

Aurora Flash cried as she laid on the table, in the proper position for giving birth. Since her scare, Aurora had been afraid, very afraid that something might be wrong. There had been no more scares since then, but that night had lingered on her mind. For now, though, she just wanted to get the baby out. She had been in the hospital for two days now.

"Almost there, Mrs Gale, that's it! Just one more..." the nurse said, smiling excitedly.

"You've said that...arrrgh! Th-three times now!" Aurora screamed, and pushed once more.

"And that's...that's it! Yes!" the nurse exclaimed, finally bringing a screaming baby foal out into the open air. Her eyes, the only part of her face visible under her mask, quickly changed from awed and excited to horrified. The only sound in the room was the screaming foal as she looked from the baby to the doctor. He shared the same look, the same silence.

"W...well? Is he...? I wanna see-" Aurora said no more as she suddenly passed out from the strain. The nurse and doctor again exchanged looks, this time of relief. Now they'd have time to prepare the mother.


Roving Gale paced back and forth in the waiting room of the Cloudsdale hospital. As much as he wanted to be there for the birth, he had been told to wait. He'd been there for forty five minutes already, and the clock was just telling him nearly fifty minutes when his wife's doctor stepped into the waiting room full of other mothers and fathers. Roving watched as the doctor stepped towards him very cautiously, as if what he was about to say was something very, very unfortunate. Roving felt his heart nearly stop.

"Wh...doctor? Doctor, what is it? I swear if you don't tell me I'll-" he growled, advancing on the doctor. The tan pegasus in his white coat stood stock still as Roving approached him.

"S-sir, I...I really need you to calm down. First things first, sir, your new foal is fine." Roving Gale tried to smile, but something about the presentation the doctor was delivering scared him. "P-perfectly healthy. He's a...beautiful blue pegasus. He's got your coloring. Healthy new lad." The doctor nodded in affirmation of his own words, but he was nearly white as a sheet as he thought about how to tell him..."Although, I really regret to tell you, but...your sons wings have deformed in the womb. H-his wing bones are too long, and...they're curved."

"Curved?" Roving Gale asked. He could tell that the doctor wasn't done telling him things. There was more to this that the doctor hadn't told him.

"You see," the doctor began, making a line in the air with his hooves, a line that arched upwards and then down, "This is what a pegasi's wings should look like. They arch up and down, perfectly suited to catch the air and hold them aloft when they fly. Y-your son..." the doctor swallowed hard as he made another line, this time arching in the opposite direction, curving upward and then down. "Your son's wings, with the way they've grown...h-he'll never fly, sir."

Roving Gale stared into empty space, past the doctor, past the hospital, into the open air of the sky. The doctor's words were confusing, and yet he knew. He thought of his wife complaining about the pain she'd felt, but that was just two weeks ago. The deforming of his son's wings would have had to have happened months ago...right?

Not that it mattered. Roving's son, a beautiful blue pegasus, would never fly. Tears welled up in the new father's eyes. He squeezed them shut, pushing out a pair of tears that fell onto the cloud floor. When they opened again, Roving looked into the doctor's eyes, a tired determination present in the black stallions face. "I need to see my wife."


Aurora Flash opened her eyes, immediately closing them again as the feeling of white everything flooded her sight. After a moment she tried again, this time the blinding white of the hospital walls not nearly so intense. Her ears perked, the soft beeping of machines filling them and filling her with a sense of comfortable repetition. Once she felt she was awake enough to speak, she called out, "Hello? Is anypony here? Roving Gale?" A silent moment or two passed before a male Pegasus entered her line of vision. Roving Gale looked down at her with an indecipherable look upon his face.

Roving paused several times time before speaking up. He looked his wife straight in the eye, a tell-tale hitch taking in his breath as he spoke. "Aurora, um...the baby...h-he's fine, he's safe." Roving closed his eyes to figure out how to tell her the next part. This was much more difficult than he thought it would be, and not once did he think it would be easy. "Sweetheart, the baby's wings...they grew weird, um...they're not bent - er, curved the way they should be. He-"

"Just spit it out!" she shouted, panic and fear written all over her face.

"He won't fly." he said stated simply. She shook her head slowly, a look of 'I don't understand what you just said' in her eyes. "H-he'll never fly, Aurora. His wings won't grow the right way. He'll never fly." Aurora took this all in quietly, nodding once. There was silence between them both as Roving moved in closer and sat beside his wife in bed, and wrapped his forelegs around her tightly. Aurora didn't really notice how tightly he was holding on to her until she had to wiggle a bit just to take a breath. As soon as the stale hospital air got inside her lungs, she began to bawl.


    -Four days later-


Roving Gale looked down at the beautiful little pegasus sleeping in the basket. The baby bore his colors: His body was a dark blue, his mane started in black, then gained a lighter blue hue. The area around his mouth was black, and he had the beginnings of a black mark along his forehead. His eyes, when opened, were the most intense golden eyes Roving had ever seen. He was truly beautiful. And because of this, it was difficult to feel comfortable with doing this. He flew through the air, along with his wife, down towards the little burg of Ponyville.

He had argued long and hard with his wife for four long days about this decision, but she was adamant. No matter how attached she had grown to her foal over the months, no matter how much she said she loved him, nothing could change her mind to give him away. There had been arguments, and there had been fights. Roving Gale had fought long and hard about whether to keep the baby, but Aurora, in fevered anger and furious indignation at being dealt this insult, finally won the battle. Roving Gale no longer knew how he felt about his wife.

The two adult pegasi and their foal in a basket flew low towards the big building on the far side of town on the south side. It was a large school building, with a smaller wing attached to it, and a third smaller portion built into it on the far side, away from the other wings. This was a townhouse built into the building, made especially for it's current owner, a miss Cherry Joy who co-owned the building, along with it's other owners Angelica Lovage and Pea Soup.

Cherry Joy was a renowned earth pony mare, twenty four years old. She was a little young yet to be running two different businesses, but she was sharp and intelligent, and her heart was many sizes larger than most mares her age. She'd gotten herself into an unstable relationship with a stallion four years ago, and had come out of it with a foal that she named Cheerilee, now four years old as of three months ago. Being a mother and running an orphanage and being a high school teacher was an immense strain, yet she somehow did it all. She was an amazing mare.

The two pegasi entered the business entrance of the orphanage to silence, yet they were hardly alone. At least a dozen faces looked down at the adults from the the second floor. They had been told earlier that there would be no adoptions today; they were getting a new brother. Cherry Joy sat at the desk in front of the the soon-to-be childless couple, a controlled neutral look on her face.

"Hello, Mr and Mrs Gale. Would you like to get right down to business?" Roving Gale wanted more time, but his wife cut in on his reflective silence, granting her an unseen glare from her husband.

"Yes, please. I'd like to get this over as soon as possible," Aurora said, her words cutting the silence like a knife. She reached down and set the basket on the floor beside the desk with a resounding, barely gentle thump. Roving Gale tried to keep himself together as his son left his view.

"I see. I won't waste your time, then. Cherry Joy reached down into her desk and pulled out some papers and laid them out before the parents. A pair of quills and a bottle of ink was set before them. "Please sign here...and here..." she said, indicating empty lines at the bottom of the pages. She glanced down at her curious four year old filly, approaching the basket. Cheerilee glanced inside at the dark blue pegasus, with his now wide-awake eyes staring at her. They were the most beautiful shade of gold she'd ever seen. She immediately fell in love.

She turned to tell her mother something, but Cherry Joy's stern gaze told her to keep silent. She did obediently.

"Done. I'm done." Aurora said. She threw down her quill and turned around, exiting the building in a rush. Cherry Joy's mouth tried to fall open, but she managed to keep it shut and retain her dignity. She threw a worried gaze at Roving Gale, who still hadn't signed his consent forms. He just stared at them angrily, the quill in his hoof lightly trembling.

The room was deathly quiet as the quill finally started scratching on the parchment. Then on the next paper, then the next. Finally, he set the quill down and stepped back from Cherry's desk, his eyes filled with pain, anger and sadness. He kept his eyes on the basket, his son just out of sight. He turned around, and walked out of the orphanage without another word.

Cherry Joy had never seen such horrible pain in a stallion's eyes before, and certainly not from anypony dropping off a foal. She finally let a tear fall from her eyes as she heard the stairs creak as the young fillies and colts under her care came to see the new arrival. The oldest, her own daughter, held up the new foal in her arms, a bright smile on her face.

"Can we keep him, mommy?"
In this rewrite of SCSD, we explore Spark Storm's school days from the true beginning, and we see him develop with far more detail, more secrets revealed, more emotion to build on, and more in-depth looks at his relationships with his class-mates and family.
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TylerFreeFlight's avatar
ah, um. this is heart breaking. It also explains a lot. I feel so sorry for roving gale. You really made his sorrow hit home. Celistia is responsible for spark's powers and his handicap. Awesome setup of a back story. Yes I followed the link. having read all of school days and most of raison detre this fills in some blanks. Spark storm is quite the pawn in a very large game it seems. You never cease to amaze me. I still have hope for him though. maybe one day he can be happy with a family. If not I will see to it he finds this with Sylvaan. ah ha ha. you know what I am talking about.