[Satyr] Tag (Lyra/Anon)

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>"Dad! Could I go outside and play?"
>You look at your daughter, eagerly waiting for your answer.
Finished your homework?
>Hope whips out her homework from behind her back.
>There's two pages.
>Math and English.
>You check Hope's math first.
>A few eraser marks here and there, but the answers are all correct.
>English now.
>She seems to struggle on the subject, however, everything seems to be in order.
Well, well, good j-
>As you raise your head, Hope is nowhere to be seen.
>Apparently, she already left the house.
>"Let's go, Dad!"
>You set Hope's homework down, put on your shoes, and head out the door.
Hope, what are you doing? Isn't your mom supposed to watch you?
>"She's asleep!"
>Whoops.
>You just remembered Lyra is taking a nap.
>It seems you'll have to watch her today.
>Not that you mind though.
>"Dad! Go to the center!"
>Center?
>She must mean the grassy area where she and the foals play.
>It serves as a mini play area.
>You head to the center and wait.
>Soon after, the sound of hooves stomping the ground catches your attention.
>Hope has gathered the neighborhood foals.
>You can't remember their names even if it saved your life.
>There's the pink filly not much older than Hope.
>Two gray colts.
>One is two years younger than his brother.
>The other is close to Hope's age.
>And last but not least, the white filly.
>She has a quiet personality, and she always looks up to Hope, like a big sister.
>Hope raises her arms into the sky.
>"OK! Who's going to be the one?"
>None of the foals say anything.
>"Aw... do I have to be it again?"
>Hope looks at you.
>An idea sparks in her mind.
>She points to you.
>"Dad! You should be it!"
It?
>"Yeah!"
>You're completely baffled.
What do you mean?
>"Chase us, Dad! Try and catch every one of us!"
>Your daughter and the foals scramble away, giving you little time to react.
>They run to the other side.
>You pursue after them.
>However, as soon as you could catch the white filly, Hope stops you.
>"Stop!"
Huh?
>"Dad! You can't past the line! That's the rule!"
Line?
>Hope points to the ground near your feet.
>"There!"
>It appears that there's an invisible line that prevents the tagger from entering.
>You step back and await for their next move.
>"You have to count five seconds..."
>The white filly's voice barely reaches your ears.
OK, OK!
>The group dashes to the other side.
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5
>You sprint quickly, sending your legs into overdrive.
>The first to fall is the young gray colt followed by his brother.
>The rest split off, knowing they will be caught if they continued straight.
>Hope is near the safe zone, but you blocked off her access to it.
>Going after Hope will let the two fillies plot the next run.
>Your daughter knows you will go all out.
>You make a break for the pink filly, however, you feint and tag the white filly, surprising her.
>It doesn't take much to bring down the pink one, but Hope is safe.
>"Revive!"
>The foals gather to the safe zone.
What the...?
>Hope giggles.
>"If the last survivor enters the safe zone, everyone is back!"
>You're astounded.
>These rules are a pain.
>It's time to get serious!
>Round 2!
>In spite of giving it your all, your efforts are in vain as the group becomes trickier to catch.
>Hope's in the safe zone again.
>Round 3.
>Again, you failed.
>The young gray colt somehow made it to the safe zone.
>Round 4...
>Breathing heavily now.
>The white filly is the current winner.
>Hope has a smug look on her face.
>A bitter feeling creeps up.
>You're not going down easily.
>No way!
>NO HOW!
>Round 5!
>The group silently waits for you to count.
>They have no idea what's on your mind.
>Your foot barely steps over the "line."
>"Dad! You're over the line!"
>You smirk.
>Hope's eyes bug out.
>She knows what you're up to.
>"Dad! You have to follow the rules!"
Hohoho! But I'm an adult.
>You invade the safe zone, breaking the rules.
Adults don't follow the rules!
>Hope rushes forward and rams against your chest.
>"Stop him! Shove him back!"
>The rest help, but their combined strength cannot stop you.
>You move inch by inch.
>It is inevitable.
>The war will end.
HA HA HA! You cannot match the power of an ADULT!
>Hope locks on your leg and pulls while the foals keep pushing.
>You've become an awakened beast.
ROOOOOAAAR!
>You advance easily.
>This is it.
>You have won.
>However, Hope takes one last gamble.
>She bites your leg.
OW!
>You stumble forward, causing everybody to fall.
>Your body smacks onto the grass.
>Hope is still hanging onto your leg.
>But it's too late.
>Game over.
>Just then, Hope starts to laugh.
>The foals also join in.
>"Hehehe! Did you see my dad fall? He was like a tree! Bam!"
>Despite losing, your daughter and the foals had a fun time.
>Laughter fills the air as you stare at the blue skies.
>The laughter dies down as the foals' names are called out to return home.
>This is your chance to remember their names, but you're too tired to do so.
>You and Hope are the only ones left.
>She blocks your view and smiles.
Hope, did you have to bite me?
>"Yeah! You were going to win!"
>She doesn't hold that statement back.
Well, you tried, but you knew what would happen. Dad always goes all out.
>"Next time, Dad! We'll win!"
>You laugh.
Oh? Are you sure?
>"Mmhmm! We'll definitely beat the rule breaker!"
Then you'll have face the SPIRIT OF AN ADULT! HAH!
>You raise both arms and one leg into the air.
>The other leg won't respond.
>...
>Uh oh.
Hope, could you get your mom?
>Hope notices the pain twisting on your face.
>"OK!"
>She runs to the house, yelling.
>"MOOOOOOOM!"
>You slowly sit up, massaging your strained leg.
>In the corner of your eye, you see a mint pony.
>Lyra has watched you the entire time from the balcony.
>Wasn't she napping?
>It probably doesn't matter now.
>The smile on her face won't disappear.
>You wave to her and point to your leg.
>Lyra gives a small nod and turns around as soon as Hope shows up.
>As you wait, you wonder what the next day will bring for you and your family.