So this is set before Silveny meets Sophie. There are lots of random things thrown together because I'm bored and procrastinating and https://lost-cities-keeper.fandom.com/wiki/User:TheObliviousWhale requested this.

And I got inspired... and wrote a little too much-

What else is new.

Anyway, here it is! A good ol' Silveny oneshot!

Silveny hated fire.

It represented all the wrong things about the world; withering and blistering and greedy. 

Fire didn't seem to like her either- it followed her, crackling and ravenous. Wherever she went, there would always be flames, whether they were simply sparks, or a giant wildfire that stole the air from her lungs and crisped the end of her mane before she was able to teleport away.

She hadn't always hated the flames; they hadn't been friends, but simply tolerated each other. Indeed, there had always been a certain beauty about the way the sparks leaped from the tongues of flame, and the way the curling fire wove and danced.

But then came the day; the day the fire had started hating her, and leaped from the sky to the forest. The day the trees had collapsed around her- around them- and they peaceful home had fallen. The day she'd flown away, wild-eyed and terrified, while her family burned.

The day everything changed.

Sometimes the nightmares would keep her from sleeping at all, and sometimes they would haunt her in the middle of the day until all she could do was fly and fly and try to ignore the bombardment of regrets, and guilt clouding her heart.

Silveny hated fire, but she was mostly afraid of it. It terrified her more than anything else (next to cages, but she didn't know about that one. At least, not yet).

...

The sky was the only place Silveny felt truly calm. 

She was safe here- there were no humans running after her with pointy weapons, and later, things that smelled wrong and reminded her of fire.

They hurt her ears.

The wind would caress her feathers, and the clouds would weave around her in a dance that they'd been rehearsing for millennia. The water droplets dampened her mane, and the cold air made it freezing like ice.

The opposite of fire.

So she would fly, and fly, and fly. Fly until her wings were aching and her sides were heaving and sweat coated her flanks. Fly until her mind was clear, and thinking was impossible. Twirl through the air until her nightmares seemed silly and her memories didn't exist.

...

The water was cool. Refreshing.

Silveny allowed it to dapple her coat, trickling down her flanks. She couldn't stay here much longer- she'd already been here too long.

The meadow was beautiful, but it had been over seven sunrises already, and there was a human village who might think to explore the dense forest.

But the water was chilled, and it was peaceful. The grass was soft and green, and the sky was blue.

She could stay a little while longer.

...

A little while turned into a lot while, and after six more sunrises, the humans arrived.

Silveny was sleeping when they first came, standing beside the river with her wing over her eyes. She was a light sleeper (she had to be, after all) so when the first crashes and shouts appeared in the distance, her eyes snapped open and she was almost immediately in the air.

Her tired wings almost faltered before she was able to ride the wind away, glancing over her shoulder only once.

Her wings faltered again at the sight of the flames.

The two humans were holding sticks with fire burning at the ends, and every flicker of the torchlight seemed to taunt the alicorn, reminding her of her nightmares.

Silveny tore her eyes away, ignoring the memories of choking smoke and splintering trees.

...

There were four sections of Silveny's life.

There was beginning: when she was young, and happy, and carefree. When she played with her friends, and snuggled with her siblings, and flew with her parents.

There was before: when she was alone with her thoughts, and she moved so often that the scenery blurred around her just like the tears in her eyes.

There was after: When a blonde girl found her, and they went to the large meadow where many other animals stayed, and Sophie flew with her and they were always together. Then, they went into the mountain, and Greyfell was there. There were many happy times, then; more than she could count.

Then, there was everafter: with the twins, and Sophie, and free skies. Friends and Keefe and Amy and Fitz and too much happiness for her heart to take.

And she was happy.

But that came later.

...

This meadow was more of a clearing. 

The grass was brittle, and the trees closed in around her.

But there were no humans for miles, and the only other large creature living in this part of the forest was a green furry sasquatch, and that had cleared out the day she'd arrived.

Sometimes, she galloped through the forest, ignoring the whipping branches as she glanced around the trees. It was a game of skill, of reflexes. She had to be fast enough to avoid the trees, and the race exhilarated her.

Sometimes, she stood still and watched the sky. The clouds floated together across the blue expanse, and sometimes a bird would interrupt her vision, but that was okay.

Usually, she was in the sky. She would never get tired of flying, of swooping in circles and speeding down towards the ground as fast as she could.

She was in a running mood today- speeding through the forest in a flurry of leaves and soil. Her flanks were heaving with exhaustion when she finally slowed, trotting along the river that trickled through the clearing with the tasteless grass.

The mountains beside her were laden with mist, and she walked into it, cooling herself down with the water droplets. Taking a few bites of the grass- it was a little better here- she settled herself down, allowing herself to eat.

But then there was a crack.

As if something heavy had stepped on a branch.

Silveny lurched up, terror striking through her brain. She ran- her wings felt sore, and there was nothing that could outrun her- back into the forest, hurtling over logs and ignoring the squishy soil.

She was getting farther away... but then she wasn't, and the creature behind her was catching up. She put on a burst of speed, and the follower grew further back. She was about to take off into the air when a voice sounded in her head.

It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you.

She was back in the clearing, and emotions were tumbling through her head faster than she could comprehend.

And the blonde girl stepped into the clearing.

...

Silveny was afraid of fire. It haunted her nightmares, taking over her instincts. It filled her regrets, clouding her heart with heavy guilt.

Every time she saw flames, she was transported back to that night.

Her fear was irrational, but she refused to face it. 

Fire was the reason she had been alone all those years, but it was also the reason she met Sophie.

Silveny was afraid of fire.

But maybe she didn't have to be.

Yeah so I didn't proofread this, so I'm really not sure if it makes any sense.

Anyway.

I'm just wondering how an innocent Silveny oneshot turned sad and angsty what-

I added the bit about fire because of Greyfell's memory of running from flames, and them killing his family and stuff. Maybe that happened to Silveny too, but she was younger? I'm really not sure. It just sounded cool to me lol

Also, I have Exile right next to me while writing this, so the last bit is sorta like the bit where Sophie finds her.

Tell me if you liked it!