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Hi all my wonderful readers and followers!

I just wanted to make this to update you guys on my status. In two weeks, I'm going to enlist in the military (its compulsory here, so I have to) in which I'm going to be unable to write any new stories nor update any that I have. As such, I'm afraid I'm going to have to start my hiatus. I know I haven't written near anything recently and frankly, that's because of my huge lack of inspiration for MLP recently. I still watch the episodes but no story jumps out at me like they did last time, so for that I really do have to apologize profusely.

So, whether this hiatus actually ends when I come out? I really can't say. I guess it depends on a lot of factors, most of which I can't predict. So again, sorry.

And for those who are reading 'Ours'? I actually planned to finish the story before I go in. However, that didn't quite work out as planned. A bunch of stuff before my enlistment came up, I underestimated my ability to churn out something of quality and for that, I'm really sorry. That story will too, be going on a hiatus.

If I don't come back, then I hope my stories stay up for all to read and enjoy and maybe you'll find me on @NormandyJayden or Sycharge on Deviantart if you want to contact me! I hope that you will all keep your spirits high, smile wide and remember that I wouldn't be here if it weren't for my readers. You guys mean everything to me, whether my stories be months or years since I published them. Every read, like, favorite, comment is something I treasure so much.

Till we meet again. Enjoy life, never give up.

-Deathscar

Palette trotted along the gold grass, listening intently to Hilt’s words.

“Being a weather manager has its perks. It’s fun to see fillies play in the snow you make, or for couples to run in the rain. It’s actually quite rewarding!”

Palette smiled to him, watching Hilt turn his head around several times. “So what’s around me?” he asked.

“Grass. A lot of grass.”

Hilt bowed his head as he chuckled softly. “Okay. Anything else besides grass?”

“Not really, no.” Palette gazed at the scenery around them, spotting nothing more than the pink water and the stunning yellow sky.

As Hilt’s words reached Palette’s ears, she immediately saw several trees sprout from the ground, bathing the two in some much needed shade from the scorching morning sun. “Now that you mention it…”

“What else is there?” Hilt asked once more, closing his eyes.

“There’s...a pond.” Her eyes focused on one point of the grass in front of her, seeing a hole slowly form and deepen before the same pink water that painted the ocean filled it to the brim.

“Ooo, sounds beautiful.”

“Looks beautiful too.” Palette leaned down and touched the water, watching ripples slowly form and move through the still surface. She turned up towards Hilt, watching him stand still, staring at a blank spot in the sky. “But...you can’t see it, can you?”

There wasn’t a reply for a small while, but Palette quickly grasped Hilt’s hoof, bringing him down beside her. “Alright, it’s down here, you’re squatting right in front of it.” As he tilted his head down, she saw his smile in the reflection of the pond. “It’s pink, like the ocean. And it has...fish. Small ones, they haven’t grown yet.” She stared down as well, spotting a few more ripples appear throughout the water, made by several moving silhouettes.

“Isn’t it odd for a pond to be on a cliff overlooking the ocean?” Hilt questioned, his gaze fixed to the pond.

“Not in Spectrum,” Palette responded in an instant.

“Your world—”

Our world,” Palette swiftly corrected him.

“Heh, alright. Our world is really nice. It’s nothing like I’ve ever seen.” He spoke, extending his hindhooves to sit.

“Y-yeah.” Palette sat, staring down at the reflections, sometimes disturbed by the moving shadows. “Me...me either.”

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Palette lost track of time, not that time in Spectrum even passed at the same speed as normal. She didn’t know how long they were just sitting next to the pond in silence, not a word shared between them for Celestia knows how long.

However, she didn’t mind. She felt...peaceful. The smell of fresh trees and the ocean, the sound of crashing waves, the heat of the sun on her where the shadow of the leaves above didn’t meet. She could’ve stayed there for all time, but she was quickly snapped back to pitch black reality by a voice.

“Palette?”

Palette turned her head upwards, having lost the sight of Spectrum entirely, now replaced with darkness.

“Storm’s stopped. We should get you home.” She felt a hoof on her shoulder. It took her several seconds before she raised her own and grasped it softly, feeling it yank her back onto her four hooves. “Where do you live?”

“F-fourth house from Sugercube Corner. Turn right from Carousel Boutique,” Palette stammered out, still reeling a little from the sudden pull back into reality.

“Alright. Come on.” The next sounds that crossed her ears was the soft trot of hooves followed by the squeak of a door turning on its hinges. However, Palette didn’t budge from her position, her mind desperately trying to fix the world back together again. “P-Palette?”

Palette shut her eyes tight, finally moving forward towards Hilt’s voice and trotting past him.


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Palette gave the door several knocks, hearing frantic hoofsteps approach it before the squeak of the door on its hinges echoed to her ears.

“O-oh my gosh, Palette!” She felt herself being pulled into a tight hug, the warmth of a familiar pony giving her some much needed comfort. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“No, mom. I’m fine. Thanks to Hilt over here.” Palette broke the hug and trotted into the house, finding a nearby chair to sit in.

“You’re the pony that managed to get my daughter to safety?” Her mother’s tone was filled with concern.

“O-oh, it was nothing, ma’am. Just doing what I was assigned to do.” Hilt replied nonchalantly.

“Why don’t you come in for a hot drink?” Palette rose a little at her mother’s words, hoping that he would agree.

“Sorry ma’am, but I’m going to have to decline. I have to continue making sure the storm did its job.”

Of course. Palette slumped back into her chair with a heavy sigh.

“Well, if you need anything please do find us. I work as a dance instructor in a studio just a few blocks away, alright?”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Have a good day, ma’am.”

“Wait!” Palette yelled, practically leaping off her chair.

“Y-yes, Palette?” Hilt’s voice was the first to reply.

“I...I urr… W-why don’t you come around one of these days?” she asked, face turned away. Even though she couldn’t see it, she was sure her cheeks were bright red.

“S-sure. If you would have me in your home that is,” Hilt answered.

“Oh we would be delighted to have you. Please come over whenever you are free.” Palette’s mother spoke with a warm tone.

“Okay then, I’ll take my leave.” Palette heard his hoofsteps get softer in the distance as the door swung closed.

“So, are you cold?”

Palette shut her eyes, trying once again to rebuild the world she loved so much, but found that should could only construct blurred images of Spectrum.

“J-just need a bath, mom.” Palette stood from her chair and dragged her hooves to her room.

“Alright...well, I’ll make you some of your favorite soup in the meantime.”

Palette pulled the towel off the doorknob to her room with a weak tug, shuffling off, a mind a conflict of emotions and ideas.

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The intense aroma of fresh dough drifted past Palette’s nose, causing her to take a deep breath and rise up off the bed. Stumbling out of the room, cane in hoof, she found her chair exactly as where it had always stood and sat down in it.

“Had a good sleep?” Her mother asked in an upbeat tone.

“D-did he—?”

“No, Palette. For the fifth day in the row, he didn’t visit while you were asleep.”

“O-oh…” Palette hung her head low, closing her eyes.

“But I am making waffles!” Her mother chirped, the smell only intensifying with each passing second. Without warning, the sudden sound of a plate landing an inch away from her startled Palette, returning her mind to Equestria. “You alright, Palette? You just haven’t been the same since the storm.”

“Y-yeah. Just...just fine,” Palette lied through her smile while her mind whizzed away at trying to recreate Spectrum.

“Well, you should—”

Suddenly, the doorbell rang throughout the house, immediately setting Palette’s heart racing. She didn’t hear a word from her mother, only hearing the door being unlocked a moment later. “Morning, Hilt!”

Palette froze solid.

“Good morning Mrs Pointe. How have you been?” Upon hearing Hilt’s voice, Palette felt as if there was something in her chest trying to burst out. Her mind continued to run faster than ever, the colors slowly returning to the world she craved to see.

“I’ve been excellent. Why don’t you come in for a while?” Palette’s mother invited him warmly.

“I was actually about to get some drinks at a nearby cafe and I was wondering if you and Palette would like to join?”

Palette closed her eyes, trying to quell the rate of her breaths.

“I wish I could, but I have classes in less than ten minutes. Palette, maybe you would like to join?”

Rising from her seat, Palette snatched her cane from the nearby table and tapped it forward, finding her way to the door. “Y-yes please.”

“Well, alright then. Good luck with your class, Mrs Pointe.” Palette could already imagine the warm, kind smile her mother would be giving at this time.

“Thank you, Hilt. Have a good breakfast.” Feeling a hoof on her shoulder, Palette felt herself being led slowly down the road, away from the house, hearing only the few muffled words from behind the now closed door. “Oh dear, Palette didn’t even take a bite…”

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Palette sat down in the soft, cushioned chair, resting her back on it. She felt a small gust of air accompanied with a small thud. Reaching her hooves forward, she felt a smooth rectangular object which only confused her.

“O-oh. She won’t...she won’t need a menu.” She heard Hilt hush to what she presumed to be the waiter.

“Huh?” There was a slight pauses, before the same stallion voice continued in an obvious embarrassed tone. “I’m so sorry.” Slowly, the rectangular object slid out from under her hooves.

“It’s fine,” Hilt whispered back.

The air around  the two fell quiet, Palette focusing all of her effort to suppress the loud yells she wanted to shout to the waiter.

“Palette?” The voice snapped her out of her concentration. “You...you wanna order something?”

“J-just a hot chocolate, please,” Palette answered in a slightly rough voice as she turned her head to the side to cough lightly.

“Alright. Waiter!” She heard the increasing volume of hoofsteps, before they stopped.  “Two hot chocolates and a side of hash browns please, thank you.” The hoofsteps slowly trailed off once again.

“So...Palette. How have you been?”

“F-fine,” Palette almost whispered under her breath, turning her head to the right.

“Well, how’s Spectrum doing? The waters still flowing?”

She closed her eyes and, as if by magic, small little pieces of Spectrum started forming, like a jigsaw puzzle being fixed together piece by piece.

And there it was. The flowing pink sea coupled with the almost glowing sky and golden grass. She found herself seated at plain brown table in front of the pond with Hilt settled just across her, the shadows of the trees providing ample shade.

“Y-yeah…” Palette’s eyebrows arched together, still not fully sure how it was working. “The table looks really plain though.”

“Table?” Hilt asked inquisitively. “What? A normal brown table?” Palette gave a single hard nod. “Well, that’s boring. Wouldn’t it be more interesting if the table was draped with a cloth?”

Just as his words reached Palette’s ears, a white sheet was suddenly present, appearing out of thin air. “W-what color?”

“Hmm, your favorite color.”

The white cloth was swiftly dyed a bright blue, like the afternoon sky on a clear sunny day. “It’s now a light blue.”

“Wow. Good choice. Blue should go great with the yellow grass.”

She turned her attention downwards for a second, seeing the blue matched up brilliantly with the grass, drawing a large smile across her lips. Turning up, she saw the wooden chairs dye the same color, complementing them perfectly. “The chairs are the same too.”

Hilt chuckled. “Perfect.”

Palette focused on Hilt’s cloudy white eyes for a second before looking back down at the empty table.  

“Tell me about yourself.” Hilt sat deeper into his chair, resting comfortably against the back.

“Like what? What do you want to know?”

“Well, do you have any dreams? Of what you want to be?”

Palette hugged herself softly. “I...I had a dream. Always wanted to become a kind of artist. Be it a painter, a musician.” Bowing her head, she tightened the hug on herself. “W-well, I guess you see why that’s no longer possible.”

The chair across her squeaks forward, before she felt a hoof on her shoulder. Turning up, she saw Hilt leaned over the table, smiling towards her. “So you know how to play some instruments?”

“The piano, mostly.” Hilt sat back down in his chair, hooves on the table, listening intently to every word Palette speaks.

“Oh? Do you listen to other ponies play music?”

“S-sometimes. I like to listen to other really good ponies play music but...it just brings bad feelings when it ends.” Palette released herself from the tight squeeze, instead letting them drop to her seat.

A beat crossed between the two, before Hilt spoke,” so, one of these days, mind playing a song for me?”

Palette darted her head upwards, seeing the sincere expression behind the long silver mane. “I-is that a joke?” she blurted out without a second thought, only covering her mouth after she realized how loud the words were.

“No joke, Palette. Not an insult either. I’m genuinely interested.” Two small thuds resonated to Palette’s ears and immediately, two white cups filled with cocoa appeared on the sky blue table. “I was told playing instruments is like...riding a bike. You never really forget.”

Palette bit her lower lip, only letting her hoof wander to the cup she saw. However, her hoof merely phased through the drink. Reaching over, Hilt guided her hoof to a supposed empty spot just a few inches to the right, where she felt the procerline handle and with a few blinks, she saw the cup had repositioned itself to that exact spot.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where’s your...your father?” Hilt asked with a bit of caution in his tone.

Palette took a small sip, wincing at the heat as she sat the cup back down. “Travelling. Don’t know where he is now.”

“Travelling? He’s what? A business pony?” Hilt pushed a bit more, sipping from his cup.

“A mechanic. He makes business by going to towns and offering his services, then he moves on to the next.” Palette looked out to the sun reflecting on the moving pink sea. “He sends money back to us with a note, but nothing more,” she continued, her voice stoic and emotionless.

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“Years. Decades...I think. At least, that’s what my mum tells me. I don’t...really remember him.” Palette drank the liquid chocolate, lifting her right hoof to her eye as she sat the cup back down. “Can we talk about something else? I...I don’t feel comfortable talking about my father.”

“O-of course. Sorry I brought it up.” Hilt’s chair gave a sharp squeak as he adjusted himself.

Palette simply waved her right hoof in front away, as if swatting the topic away. “So then what about you?”

Hilt started to cut into his hash browns, lifting a forkful into his mouth. “Well, you already know some things about me,” he spoke as he chewed. “What else do you want to know?”

“What were your dreams?”

Hilt swallowed and chuckled, cutting another forkful. “I’m living it.”

Palette raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. “A...a weather pegasus? Wow. Most ponies usually try to stay away from that job. Most call it boring.”

“Well, then they’ve never seen the things I’ve seen as a weather pegasus!” Hilt lifted another batch into his mouth, smiling.

Palette turned her head to the side. “And your family?”

“My family..” Hilt stopped for a moment, chewing and swallowing before continuing. “My family is in Canterlot.”

“Why aren’t they here?”

“I guess they trust me on my own. Plus, they have their own jobs there anyway, wouldn’t… wouldn’t want to disturb them and all.” The usual sounds of Hilt’s clanking utensils suddenly disappeared. Looking at him, she saw that he was frozen at the other side of the table.

“H-Hilt?”

“O-oh, yeah! Sorry. Was just, thinking.” Hilt regained his movements, continuing to rub his utensils together as he cut and ate.

The noise continued for only a minute later, in which Palette remained completely silent, before it stopped once again. This time, she sat still, watching the fish-like shadows in the pond next to them swim around. Try as she might, she found herself unable to get a good look at herself on the reflection of the pink water.

Looking back up, she saw Hilt as still as a statue, the only sound she could hear was the crashing of the waves just a short distance from them. As she took the last few sips of her cocoa, her eyes caught the small movement near Hilt’s mouth as he called.

“Bill please.”
Ours Chapter 2: Over A Meal
Caught in a downpour, Palette, a pony blind to the visual world, befriends Hilt, a pony who daydreams of worlds beyond what anyone can see. Spending time together, he breathes life into a fantastic world she can imagine, and almost see. But can a bridge between that which is seen and that which cannot see ever be strong enough to hold two?

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Synopsis written by OsakaJack (www.twitter.com/OsakaJack/)
Cover art done by Moon (moonsango.deviantart.com/)
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Palette tapped the long stick around, dodging any nearby obstacles as she made her way to the park. Even though she had lost one of her senses, she had honed the others to an almost terrifying degree, being able to separate environmental noises such as wind from the chats of ponies around her.

“My breakfast wasn’t that great.”

“The Weather team better not repeat the same weather again!”

“Ha! Yeah, right! Spitfire’s the best Wonderbolt!”

She continued to weave through the street effortlessly, before her stick stopped mid swing, the solid sound of it hitting reaching Palette’s sharp ear. She tapped it against the object a few more times before adjusting her walk a little to the left.

Wood. Must be the entrance to the park. After just a step forward, she felt the dirt texture underneath her hooves change to one of rocks. Another thing that told her she was right was the distant sound of rushing water and the smell of fresh air. Palette took a whiff before sighing, quickening her pace. Always a welcome smell.

After a few seconds, Palette trotted off the stone pathway and onto the grass. Mom would scold me to no end if she saw me doing this.

“Walk on the path, dear!” Palette feigned her mother’s voice as she felt the cooling winds increase in intensity. “Don’t stray off, dear! Listen for incoming ponies, dear!” She felt the ground softly incline upwards before levelling again.

I’m not helpless… Palette turned towards her left, where the sound was echoing from. She laid down on the warm grass, feeling the morning sun warm her body. I’m just… challenged.  Resting comfortably, she shut her eyes, hooves placed on her chest. And there’s nothing wrong with a little challenge… Her mouth grew into a yawn as she smacked her lips. Challenges are... always...fun…

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Muffled sounds lightly pulled her from her dream world, where she was on a cliff, overlooking the breathtaking sights of the environment and the ravine below. The loud sounds of the gushing river, the beautiful green that covered the entire cliff, the—

“...use… e” Palette gave a soft groan, lifting her hooves to her eyes. She just wanted to see the stained tangerine sky and—

“Excuse me, Miss!” the deep voice called out, finally breaking through the illusion in Palette’s mind. Groggily pushing herself up, with her hooves still placed on her face, she gave another soft groan.

“W-what is it?” She rubbed her eyes, still trying to regain her composure.

“Miss, there’s a storm brewing. You need to get home,” the voice urged.

“What!?” Palette exclaimed, turning her head towards the voice. She dropped her hooves from her eyes, leaving her mouth hanging open.

“Yes, now please get ho—”

Palette didn’t need vision to know why the voice paused.

“M-Miss, are you…?”

“Yes,” she replied in a heartbeat. “I am.”

“Where do you live? I’ll escort you back post haste.” She felt a hoof on her shoulder. Grabbing it, she felt the pony pull her upright.

“I don’t need an escort. I’m fine by my own,” Palette replied, dusting herself off.

“Miss, the storm is going to be coming any moment now. At least tell me where you live.”

“Alright, whoever you are, just point me in the direction of Sugercube Corner and I’ll get going!” Palette felt two hooves on her shoulders before being spun 180 degrees around.

“Well, this is the direction to Sugercube Corner from the park exit but—”

“Thank you! Now, I’ll be heading back.” She started her trot down the hill, feeling the soft grass beneath her hooves. At the same time, her ears caught the sound of more grass being stepped on just a few centimeters to her left. “Why are you following me?”

“I’m just here to make sure you get back safely, miss. It’s my job,” the voice answered, still the same distance away no matter how fast Palette walked.

“Well, why don’t you make sure somepony else here gets home safely?” she snapped back.

“There is nopony else here, Miss.”

Palette bit her lip, quickening her pace. “Alright, just trust me. I’m not helpless, I know what I’m doing.” Tapping her cane around, she weaved past a large tree to her right, returning to the stone pathway.

“Impressive,” the voice complimented, his tone raising slightly.

This stallion just won’t leave me alone! Palette trotted forth, feeling her stick smack into another object. Feeling the intensity of the vibrations, she knew it was the park entrance once again and trotted through it. Her ears continued to pick up the sound of hooves on the dirt, the same distance away from her as they always had been. What do I have to do? Threaten him?

“Miss—”

“Okay okay, look,” Palette interrupted, turning to face the pony. “I appreciate all of this ‘accompanying to my home’ thing but I’m fine alright?”

“Miss I understand but—”

“Just let me go home by myself! I’ll be fine! I’m not helpless! I’m fine!” Palette threw her hooves in the air.

“Miss, please hear me out.”

“Just, leave me alone and don’t—” She paused, feeling a drop of water fall onto her muzzle. Before she even had time to react, she felt her hoof get grabbed and pulled, causing her to stumble to try to regain her balance. “Hey! What are you doing!?”

“Miss, I’m really sorry! Be mad at me later but for now we need to get you to shelter!”

“I said I can go home!” Palette felt more and more droplets of rain fall onto her, the harsh wind starting to pick up its pace. “Just let me go and I - Ah!” A sudden roar of thunder interrupted her speech.

The rain had started to pour heavily, drenching Palette completely. Although her hearing was consumed with the deluge, she could barely pick out the din of a door knob being turned before being pulled once more. However, she immediately felt the harsh rainfall on her coat cease and the noise decreasing following the slam of a door.

“Miss? Are you alright?” the voice asked in a concerned tone.

“Y-y-y-yes.” Palette shivered, wrapping her hooves around herself, cane still tightly in her grasp. “I-I-I’m f-fine.”

“Sorry about that. The storm was too close and the winds would blow anypony off their hooves.”

Nodding several times to acknowledge the voice, she turned towards him once again. “W-w-where a-a-are we?”

“Ponyville’s Weather Team Facility,” the voice replied before Palette felt something being pressed against her chest, something slightly rough yet mostly smooth. She reached her hoof up to grasp the object. “Towel. Dry yourself off, I’ll go make something warm for us.”

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Palette was sitting at the table when she heard hoofsteps once again, before something aromatic was sat in front of her.

“Miss, I made hot cocoa. You’re fine with that?”

She nodded her head softly a few times, before reaching down to try to grasp the handle. After a few blind taps, she felt another hoof guide hers to the cup, allowing her to grip it and sip it lightly. Just my luck…

“Miss—”

“Don’t call me miss please. My name’s Palette Brush,” she spoke, setting the cup back down.

“Alright Palette Brush. I’m Hilt. Hilt Scope,” the voice replied, before the grating sound of wood scraping against wood echoed through the building. “Sorry. Old chair and older floors.”

The mare threw her head back and focused on her hearing, hoping to hear any other sounds but thunder, rain and wind, but none came. “Is this really the Ponyville Weather facility?”

“Yes? Why do you ask?” Hilt asked, before the audible sound of a sip reached Palette’s ears.

“It seems too quiet. I mean, shouldn’t a facility be bustling with other ponies?”

A light laugh was the answer Palette received. What? Is he mocking me?

“Sharp ears. Yeah, there’s nopony else here.” Another sip rang out from across her. “When we dispatch for a storm this big, everypony is involved. Some make the storm, others make sure nopony is out or in danger while its happening.”

“Like you?” Palette lifted her right hoof and gave her eye a small rub, still reeling from the chain of events.

“Like me.” Palette felt the top of the table descend just a tiny bit, knowing that Hilt must’ve set his hooves on the table as well. “I was dispatched the closest to the facility, so I could at least bring you back. The others are probably under one of the many designated buildings in Ponyville.”

Palette rested her head on the top rail of the wooden chair, shutting her eyes. “And how long is this storm supposed to last?”

“Oh… about two more hours.” Hilt didn’t even have a chance to finish his sentence before Palette released a long and heavy sigh.

“Perfect,” she exhaled, feeling both boredom and exhaustion taking over her form. And when I get home, all I’m going to hear it ‘Oh why didn’t you listen to me? You’re never going out alone again! It’s too dangerous!’ Palette continued to list off many other scoldings in her mind, each one causing her shoulders to drop lower and lower.

“Okay, Palette Brush, how about we pass the time?” Hilt suggested, causing Palette to lightly open her eyes and lean forward on the table.

“Okay, fine. What do you want to do? Read comics? Play board games? Oh wait, none of the choices are available,” she voiced out bitterly, throwing herself back in the chair and crossing her hooves.

While sitting in silence, Palette rubbed the side of her face once again, her heart even heavier than before. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be so—”

“It’s fine.” Palette heard the now familiar sound of Hilt’s sip. “Do you know colors, Palette?”

Palette looked forward with confusion. “What do you mean do I know colors?”

“Can you imagine blue, green, orange ,et cetera in your mind?” Hilt clarified.

Resting her left hoof on the table, Palette nodded.

“Alright, so I have a small game. Well, okay, not really a game. Think of it more as an...activity.”

Palette gestured her hoof forward for Hilt to continue.

“Okay, first things first, close your eyes.” Hilt’s request drew a spiteful gaze from Palette, who stared forward, mouth in a frown. “Just, trust me. I’m not here to make fun of you.”

Exhaling softly, Palette closed her eyes.

“Step two, I want you to imagine any place you want to. Maybe, the beach? Or a forest.”

“Got it.” Palette swiftly responded.

“What do you see?” She felt the table press down even further, Hilt’s voice a small bit louder.

“Cliff overlooking the sea.” And that was what Palette saw in her mind. A landscape in a dull, monochrome shade. Even though there was a sun in the air (or at least, what appeared to be one), it was just the same shade of grey as the sky.

“What color is the sky?”

“A...light blue?” She shrugged, ‘seeing’ the sky paint itself a generic shade entirely, even coloring the supposed sun the same.

“Why don’t we make it…tangerine orange? Like when the sun is slowly starting to rise over the horizon.”

Almost immediately, a rush of orange splattered the sky, consuming the previous color entirely. Palette turned her attention to the horizon, and sure enough, the sun was there, rising ever so slowly, sending out intense peace-colored beams that spreaded out throughout the sky and drenching the world in an apricot light.

“Got it?” Hilt’s voice shocked Palette back to reality, losing some focus of the scenery.

“Y-yeah,” she stuttered out, trying her best to focus on the environment and shutting out the thought of rain and thunder.

“Alright, and the color of the sea?”

“Dark blue?” she stuttered, unsure. Once again, the still grey waters started to color as cerulean slowly spread throughout. Even though the sea was colored correctly, the one shade and lifeless waves caused the sea to look as dead as a desert.

“Hmm, dark blue sounds a bit… bland. How about pink?”

“W-what?” Palette stammered, perplexed.

“Go on, give it a try.” Hilt coaxed.

The once turquoise sea was immediately saturated with a bright pink and, even though Palette had no idea why, the waves started to crash against the cliff, flowing like it should. The fuchsia ocean ebbed and flowed underneath the orange light, reflecting it off its surface.

“How does it look?”

“Odd… but nice.” Palette smiled a little, her eyes locked on the unique scenery she was seeing.

“What about the grass?” Hilt wondered.

“Well, green, right?” Palette saw the turf she was standing on wash over over with a normal green. However, the grass didn’t move, simply standing straight as if they had been frozen.

“Why don’t you try a soft yellow? To compliment the sky? And let them move along with the breeze that’s about to roll past?”

Hilt’s words stained the glass a bright lemon and caused them to flow with the breeze. The orange light bathing across each strand made them glitter, almost like the gold on a bit. When multiplied a thousand times, it made the once normal grass seem like the stars that hung in a night sky, the rushing waters still filling Palette’s ears.

“So how does it look?” Hilt’s voice drew closer.

“It looks...strange, but beautiful.”

Hilt gave a chuckle as his reply.

“What is this place?”

“Hmm…” Hilt’s voice trailed off slowly, before continuing, “Spectrum. The world of Spectrum, and it’s yours.”

Palette took a few steps forward in her new world, breathing in the scent of the nearby ocean. She looked around and felt an uncomfortable feeling well inside her. “This place looks a bit too big for me.” Hilt didn’t respond, leaving Palette in silence. “What do you look like?”

“Heh, me?” Hilt repeated, not expecting such a question. “Well, lets see. I have a long, silver mane that goes around halfway down my body. It sorta covers half of my face.”

A form of a pony took shape beside Palette, though merely a mannequin looking object save was the argent hair that draped down from the top of his head and around his neck, obscuring almost half of its eyes.

“Tail’s the same, though shorter and a little more messy. My coat’s a… salmon shade. I think that would be the best way to describe it.”

Each description Hilt provided, the form took with ease. Its tail was now a slightly unkempt shape, small strands appearing out of place but all of them matching the color of its mane. Its coat was now colored a light orange, lighter than the sky which hung over them.

“I’m also a pegasus, so, wings, naturally. And I have these maroon eyes my mom says is special, but I just think makes it look like I’m a vampony.” Hilt laughed, but Palette was too engrossed in her own world to hear anything other than what she needed to.

The form sprouted a pair of wings almost instantly and two large eyes with alluring crimson pupils, still half hidden underneath the flowing hair. Palette watched it give several blinks, before turning towards her.

“Well, that’s about it.” Hilt’s voice was back a small distance away, the distinct squeak of the backrest of a chair slightly interrupted Palette’s vision, but not for long. “Do you see me?”

Palette smiled wide, watching the stallion in front of her look at the world they had created. “Yes, I see you.”

“Well,” the words she heard matched up with Hilt’s mouth perfectly as she watched him speak, “I guess this is our world now.” Hilt’s head turned towards Palette, opening his eyes which only caused Palette to look at him in shock and confusion. His eyes were a cloudy white, a sign of something she remembered all too clearly from her visit to the doctor.

The air grew still for a moment until Hilt gave a small smile. “Hey there.”

Palette grinned back, hearing the waves hit the walls of the cliff.

“...Hi.”
Ours Chapter 1: The Colors Alight
Caught in a downpour, Palette, a pony blind to the visual world, befriends Hilt, a pony who daydreams of worlds beyond what anyone can see. Spending time together, he breathes life into a fantastic world she can imagine, and almost see. But can a bridge between that which is seen and that which cannot see ever be strong enough to hold two?

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Synopsis written by OsakaJack (www.twitter.com/OsakaJack/)
Cover art done by Moon (moonsango.deviantart.com/)
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“Honey! Come on, get up, it’s time for dinner!”

Palette rose from her bed, her hooves going up to her eyes to wipe the dirt from them. She swung to her left and hopped off, landing on the carpeted floor with a muffled ‘thud’. Giving her hooves a light stretch, she groaned, her ears picking up the soft sizzle of the stove just outside. With a deep sniff, her nose caught the aroma of something delicious, it didn’t even take a second for her to know what was being cooked.

Pancakes. Palette reached to her right, grabbing a small cane and lightly tapping it around as she trotted forward. Once she felt the smooth wooden frame of her doorway, she moved past it, the smell and sound amplifying immediately as she did so.

“Morning, Palette! Had a good sleep?” a voice chirped a small distance away. Palette lightly tapped the cane, finally feeling the chair she had been searching for and sitting herself down.

“I slept fine. Nothing different, as usual,” Palette replied with a shrug, setting her hooves on the table in front of her.

“It’s a great day today! Birds are chirping, winds are cooling the sun. Ponyville’s never looked so beautiful.”

Palette’s ears twitched when the sound of sizzling ceased, though the smell continued to linger in the air, even intensifying as she heard something get pushed towards her, hitting her hooves slightly.

“Fork is over here.” She felt somepony lift her left hoof to the metal utensil sitting on the table. “And knife is here.” The same pony repeated the process with her right hoof, setting it atop the other silverware.

“Thanks, mom.”

“No problem, dear.” Palette felt a kiss on her forehead, having already imagined the wide smile on her mother’s face. “Now, I’ll be off to work. You’ll be okay till night?”

Palette gave a tired sigh, lifting the tableware to her breakfast and starting to cut into it. “Always have been…”

“Good.” Feeling one more kiss to her forehead, she heard the front door swing open. “As usual, you can go out but don’t stray—”

“Too far. I know, mom. I know.” Palette lifted the fork to her mouth, biting into the fresh and spongy meal.

“I love you, Palette!”

“Love you too, Mom!” And with that, Palette heard the door close shut. She reached over a little forward, feeling the cylindrical shape of the cup before lifting it to her mouth, sipping the freshly squeezed orange juice.

Beautiful day, huh? Her thoughts raced in her mind as she inserted another piece past her lips. What will change? With a heavy sigh, she picked up the glass once more. Everyday the same routine. She pressed the glass to her muzzle, drinking the remaining juice. Then a trip to the park. Who knows? Maybe today will be different.

Palette continued eating and drinking until the plate and glass was clean. After setting down the dishes in the sink, she slowly stumbled her way back to her room, picking up her sling bag and tossing it over her shoulder. She slowly shuffled towards the door, placing her hoof on the knob before turning it and pulling the door open. A thought raced through her mind before she closed the door behind her.


But I doubt it.
Ours: Prologue
Caught in a downpour, Palette, a pony blind to the visual world, befriends Hilt, a pony who daydreams of worlds beyond what anyone can see. Spending time together, he breathes life into a fantastic world she can imagine, and almost see. But can a bridge between that which is seen and that which cannot see ever be strong enough to hold two?

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Synopsis written by OsakaJack (www.twitter.com/OsakaJack/)
Cover art done by Moon (moonsango.deviantart.com/)
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Hi all my wonderful readers and followers!

I just wanted to make this to update you guys on my status. In two weeks, I'm going to enlist in the military (its compulsory here, so I have to) in which I'm going to be unable to write any new stories nor update any that I have. As such, I'm afraid I'm going to have to start my hiatus. I know I haven't written near anything recently and frankly, that's because of my huge lack of inspiration for MLP recently. I still watch the episodes but no story jumps out at me like they did last time, so for that I really do have to apologize profusely.

So, whether this hiatus actually ends when I come out? I really can't say. I guess it depends on a lot of factors, most of which I can't predict. So again, sorry.

And for those who are reading 'Ours'? I actually planned to finish the story before I go in. However, that didn't quite work out as planned. A bunch of stuff before my enlistment came up, I underestimated my ability to churn out something of quality and for that, I'm really sorry. That story will too, be going on a hiatus.

If I don't come back, then I hope my stories stay up for all to read and enjoy and maybe you'll find me on @NormandyJayden or Sycharge on Deviantart if you want to contact me! I hope that you will all keep your spirits high, smile wide and remember that I wouldn't be here if it weren't for my readers. You guys mean everything to me, whether my stories be months or years since I published them. Every read, like, favorite, comment is something I treasure so much.

Till we meet again. Enjoy life, never give up.

-Deathscar

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Calvin Seah
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I write stories (if you haven't already guessed that)! You'll find my My Little Pony fanfiction here, ranging from sad to funny! I recommend going to my FiMFiction account (link below) if you want to browse my works in a more organized manner!

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