A small blue butterfly fluttered over a lush green field, the metropolis known as Canterlot City could be seen off in the distance, it's tall steel buildings only small blurs on the horizon. Small clouds floated through the sky slowly, a gentle breeze causing the green grass to form soft waves along the field. The sun shone down on the world, the bright and colourful day just seeming...perfect.

The small butterfly gently flew over to a lone standing tree on a small hill in the middle of the field, it's trunk was curved out slightly snd its branches were long with large amounts of leaves casting the top of the hill in shadow. The butterfly reached the tree and landed on the tip of a nose of a person in a peaceful slumber on the lush green grass, his back against the tree under the shade. As the butterfly shifted on the persons nose the young man started to stir at the ticklish sensation of the tiny legs moving near his nostrils.

Two emerald green eyes opened slowly to see what had disturbed the boys peaceful sleep. They blinked a few times before opening fully, the nose twitching slightly at the ticklish feeling. A hand slowly reached up to the butterfly and allowed it to hop onto a finger before the small creature could make the young man sneeze. The hand reached out and the finger jutted down, causing the butterfly to gently fly away from the sudden movement.

"Freakin' butterflies..." A voice spoke that seemed to be between deep and high in sound. The young man sat up and streched his arms out, waking up from his power nap. He had a green scarf with grey stripes that he wore up to just under the tip of his nose, a part of it wrapped around his neck while the rest was draped over his left shoulder and flowed freely in the slight breeze. He wore a green hoodie, grey jeans and green sneakers with black stripes. His medium-long green hair was brushed back and reached the middle of his neck.

Looking to the left he saw a large mansion made of black, grey and green materials, his home.

"Hm, Chrysalis really loves the green and black thing, to be honest it just makes her stuff unattractive, unless she's wanting to attract goths or something I don't know." The young man spoke through his scarf before looking around. "Who am I even talking to?" After shaking himself he stood up and began to slowly walk down the field away from the huge mansion owned by his mother.

He took in a whiff of the morning air...but couldn't smell anything. He sighed in disappointment, unable to smell the sweet scent of the flowers and the grass unless the smell was strong. Suddenly something buzzed in his right pocket, reaching in he pulled out his smartphone to see a message from someone he hadn't seen in a long time, Octavia Melody.

"Octavia? I haven't seen her in years, why is she messaging me now?" He stopped before looking at the phone. "Come to think of it why did I even keep the contact number saved?" Shrugging he tapped the letter icon and read the text.

Hello Roden, I hope you still have this number. You see, it's been so long since I've last seen you, and I'd like to meet up if you're free today. I'll be in the main city in the coffee shop across the street from the CyCorp building at around half twelve, hope to see you there, we have so much catching up to do.

From, Octavia Melody.

He stared at the text for a few moments, trying to decide to either ignore the text or reply and go see his old friend. Given his options he replied.

Hey Octavia, yes I've still got the same number. I think that meeting up is an alright idea, I'll see you there.

Roden.

After selecting send he looked to the time at the top of the screen. "Eleven thirty, if I get going now I can make it to the cafe with time to spare, it's been awhile since I've went to the city anyway." He stopped agin while looking around. "Seriously, who am I talking to?!"

Meanwhile

Octavia set her phone down after sending her message, not expecting a response from her old friend.

"You think he'll actually reply?" A voice asked from behind the cellist, turning around she saw a young man standing there. He was wearing his favorite black chef's coat, with black pants, and black shoes. His black hair was slicked back and goatee was kept well groomed and trimmed.

"I don't know Mise, I'm not even sure if he still has the same number." She responded. Suddenly her phone buzzed and she immediately picked it up, reading the response while a wide smile made its way to her face. "He replied!"

"That's great, maybe we should get going if we want to meet him there on time." Mise said as he was about to walk out the door.

"Actually Mise...I think it's best if you don't meet him." Octavia said uneasily.

"Why not? Is he your ex or something?"

Octavia shook her head. "No that's not it. Roden...he's just, the kind of person that doesn't really like meeting new people. I don't know what he's like after all these years but I'd rather not take any chances." She responded in a calm voice. "You can still come with me into the city, it's just when I'm meeting up with Roden maybe you should go find something else to do."

Mise just nodded in understanding. "Ok Octy, I'll stay out of your way." He took out his phone, dialled a number and held it to his ear while he walked out. "Hey Shard, it's me Mise, you up for hitting the bar at about twelve thirty?" He paused as the person on the other end responded. "Nah it's not too early for a drink, we'll just be having one or two, we aren't gonna go over board and get drunk or anything. Besides we both know that you hold your drink better than I can, if anything happens you can just carry me out." With that he was gone, leaving Octavia to herself.

She looked to her phone again and smiled. "It's been so long, we really need to see each other again. I can't wait to see what you look like now Roden." She put on a jacket and flung her purse over her shoulder before walking out of her house and locking the door.