Whole New World
Chapter 22
Lost

Dano shot upwards in his seat, eyes opened wide. The world was dark save the glow of a full moon making its way across the sky. The survivor shivered uncontrollably as the sweat he had worked up was evaporated quickly by the cold night, and he tucked his arms against his chest in a futile attempt to warm himself back up. Flashes of the memory burned their way across Dano’s consciousness. Tears began to form in the survivor’s eyes as his failures caused a massive guilt to weigh of his soul.

The sound of footsteps in the night brought Dano out of his stupor, and he looked up to see two figures approaching him. Even in the dark the survivor could pick out Celestia and Luna just by the way they walked, how they carried themselves and how their robes moved around them gracefully. The two avatars stopped a good three feet in front of Dano, and even with the moon’s help he couldn’t see their faces despite having their hoods down.

“You have completed your quest Daniel.” Celestia said, her voice just as warm as it was in Dano’s dreams.

“And have paid your price.”

Luna finished the sentence, her velvety voice matching the night that she blended into so well.

“Was this your plan all along?”

Dano dropped his eyes to the dirt between the two parties, his voice low and angry.

“What do you mean Daniel?”

Celestia’s light tone annoyed Dano slightly, as if she was aloof of his internal pain.

“Did you plan for Fluttershy to be my sacrifice even though you told me she was my ‘key to happiness’?”

Anger permeated from Dano’s voice as he spoke.

“Fluttershy was never your sacrifice Daniel.”

Luna’s calm tone sounded condescending to the survivor, and it made him that much angrier.

“THEN WHAT WAS!?”

Dano shot out of his seat as he screamed at the women, and tears began to flow as he released his rage.

“Your humanity.”

Celestia’s response lacked its warm tone in favor for a flat expressionless one, and the curtness of the quick sentence diffused Dano for a second.

“What do you mean ‘my humanity’?”

“Killing another human is not natural Daniel. You have broken a subconscious code held by every member of your race, and they can sense it. You do not only carry physical scars, but mental and spiritual ones as well. You will never act the same, you will never think the same and you will never hold the innocent spark every human carries in their eyes. You have forfeited yourself to your duty, and you have paid the price.”

Luna’s voice was flat but forceful as she tried to push past Dano’s rage and into the small part of his brain that was functioning normally, and, unbenounced to Dano, she had succeeded.

The survivor plopped himself down on his bench heavily, the rifle on his back clattering as it impacted the wood. What Luna had said resonated within him, and he could feel his anger subside and be replaced with sadness. It didn’t matter to him what the rest of the world saw or sensed, all he wanted was for the shy woman with pink hair to forgive him.

“That still doesn’t change anything.” Dano said half to the women and half to himself as he stared through them.

“We will talk to Fluttershy when the time comes, you just need to find someone to carry you while your mind and soul heal.”

Celestia’s warm tone had returned with Dano’s apparent calm.

“That is easier said than done.” Dano said, his voice regaining some of its former strength.

“We have faith in you Daniel, now try to get some sleep.”

Luna let out a small chuckle, and her sister joined in. Dano didn’t feel like joining in with the laugh despite his slight improvement in mood, but he did smile as the women’s perfect laughter pulled him ever so slightly out of his hurt.

“Yeah, I will try.”

With that Celestia and Luna bid Dano a good night before leaving just as quickly as they came. The survivor was once again alone, and his mind began to wander as he simply sat and stared into space. He had no reason to go back to sleep, and a bit of him was actually scared to return to his dreams. Dano instead fought off his own fears by looking up into the night sky and started counting the stars. The presence of those flickering lights saved the survivor from himself that night as the scars that no one could see slowly mended.

The moon set and the sun rose as the world continued the rotation it had held since the beginning of time. Dano didn’t seem to notice the change in light, for he continued to look up into the sky as golden rays illuminated soft white clouds. Ponyville awoke around the survivor, and his mood once again soured as the wounds he carried festered in their attempts to heal on their own. Not even the sound of footsteps and whispers from the locals could pull Dano out of his stupor until he heard a voice that belonged to one of his closest friends as she walked away from the Doctor’s abode.

“Whatcha looking at?”

Dano pulled his gaze downward to see Big Mac, Applejack, Braeburn, Rainbow Dash and Soarin all standing in front of him, the latter leaning on the same rainbow haired girl who had launched the question.

“You should go check on Fluttershy.”

Dano’s stare went through his friends, and his soft voice cracked from lack of use.

“What are yah talkin’ bout?”

Dano ignored Applejack as she gave him a questioning look, and the survivor returned his gaze to the clouds over head.

“What’s wrong with you?” Dash asked, her tone blunt.

“Maybe we should leave him be, and do as he asked.”

Soarin spoke softly and with concern as he tried his best to steer his aggressive girlfriend away from causing any unintentional harm to the survivor.

Dano ignored the group as it reluctantly followed his soft recommendation, and continued to look at a small wispy cloud move across the sky as it was pushed by the winds. Time flowed around the survivor, but he failed to notice until the sun was too close to its zenith to continue looking up into the shy. Dano halfheartedly returned his gaze back down to earth to see people walk by either ignoring the survivor, or giving him curt looks before returning to their own life. Not wishing to look at the faces of people he did not know, or did not seem to care about his predicament Dano’s gaze moved to the dirt in front of him.

The sound of footsteps became white noise for Dano, and he soon put the sounds out of his mind completely. In the silence of his consciousness a bit of the survivor that still functioned tried it’s best to cut its way out of the haze covering his thoughts and emotions, but to no avail. Even the will power that he had relied on so much recently failed him, and he was left in the self-destructive circle of guilt and blame until he was pulled out of his brain by a pair of black flat soled shoes holding a pair of small pale feet.

Dano turned his gaze upward to see Berry Punch wearing a white, somewhat ornate, long sleeve top with black jeans covering her legs. Her hair still looked messy despite a clean sheen to it, and all of the dirt that had occupied her pale skin had been removed.

“Hello Daniel.”

Dano blinked as he took in the former prisoner. She looked a lot like Rarity.

“Please, call me Dano.”

Dano’s voice cracked much like before, and he put a small smile on to try and comfort the woman as best he could. Something in his mind broke through the smog in the survivors skull, and told him to comfort the former prisoner he had pulled out of the hell hole know as Fort Security.

“Okay.”

Berry matched Dano’s smile, and, without anything else to say, let the conversation die into an awkward silence as she shifted nervously.

“Did you go see the Doctor?” Dano asked, half trying to keep the conversation going and half out of concern for the woman.

“Yes I did.”

Berry once again shifted her weight.

“And?”

Dano’s voice came out a little more forceful that he wanted, but his patience was at an all-time low.

“Oh!” Berry blushed slightly out of embarrassment. “He said I’m okay.”

Dano raised an eyebrow as his smile turned into a worried frown, a silent challenge to confirm that she was ‘okay’ in every sense.

Berry nodded to confirm that she was healthy, and Dano’s features returned to his soft smile.

“Why are you still in those dirty clothes?”

Dano looked down, and realized he was still fully armed, armored and covered in dirt and blood. A large red stain in his lap made the image of Carrot flash across the survivor’s brain, and his eyes widened as his breath shortened. The memory was so vivid that Dano could swear he was looking down on the deceased marksman at this exact moment.

Berry Punch noticed the change in Dano, and without hesitation reached out and touched his shoulder. The contact pulled the survivor out of his flashback and into the real world as he looked up to see who was touching him. A bit of sweat trickled down the side of Dano’s face, and his eyes looked like saucers as he tried to process everything. After a few deep breaths the survivor was once again normal, if not a little shaken.

“Are you okay Dano?” Berry’s voice was full of concern, and she kept her hand on Dano’s shoulder.

“Yeah. I should be fine.”

Dano lied, for he knew that more flashbacks were on the horizon.

“Have you been on that bench all night?”

Berry’s voice seemed to fill with even more concern, and Dano simply nodded. His brain was still reeling from the flashback.

“C’mon. You’re probably exhausted.”

The truth was that Dano didn’t feel tired at all, but once Berry Punch helped him to his feet the survivor felt any energy he had melt away only to be replaced with fatigue in every muscle in his body. Barely able to stand without support Dano and Berry made their way through town toward the Punch Bowl, the survivor leaning on the former prisoner the entire way.

The couple finally made it to the boarded up bar after taking much longer than necessary. While Dano leaned up against the brick structure for support Berry went off to find her spare key, which she told the survivor was in a plastic bag in the small alleyway between the bar and the neighboring shop. No sooner had she left Berry reappeared with the key in hand, and proceeded to open the front door before picking Dano back up and leading him through the bar.

Just like the survivor had seen when he peered through the glass pane that made up most of the door the Punch Bowl was the color of dark stained wood mixed with maroon cushions. Berry flicked a switch to the left of the door way, and the bar became illuminated in a soft yellow light that only added to the soft, homey feeling of the place.

Dano barely acknowledged the bar, his eyelids beginning to close on their own. The survivor was jarred from his brief rest by a loud sneeze that emanated from Berry Punch.

“Boy this place is dusty.” The former prisoner said mostly to herself.

Dano grunted in response, and Berry realized she was holding up a very tired man.

“Let’s get you someplace nice to lie down.”

Dano didn’t respond as he was lead down the corridor between the bar proper to his right and the booths to his left. Eventually the couple reached the end of the bar, took a right and moved through a discreet door. Behind the doorway rested a set of stairs that ascended to the left. Berry pretty much dragged Dano up the stairway until they took another left through another door.

Dano found himself in a small living room with a couch flanked by two chairs, all three of them angled to face at a plain coffee table that rested in the middle of the room. A small carpet that matched Berry’s hair rested under the furniture, and where the floor wasn’t covered it was made of dark stained wood planking. On the white painted wall to the left of the couple was a hole that resembled a half circle cut into the wall that opened up to a combination kitchen/ dining room. To the right of the hole was an open threshold that led to the rest of the apartment.

Berry didn’t waste any time getting Dano to the couch, and she laid him down with as much care as she could. The survivor felt the softness of the couch through his pack, rifle and armor, and before he knew it he was on his way out. The combination of physical and mental exhaustion let slumber take Dano under minutes after he hit the couch.

Dano was once again in the empty blackness of his lucid dreams. He sighed as he prayed that the sisters would be there, but it was not to be.

“Welcome back Daniel.”

Discord’s deep voice echoed in the emptiness.

Dano ignored the being, and continued to stand. Suddenly the survivor found himself sitting on a park bench that looked much like the ones in Ponyville’s town center naked. He looked down to see a man made out of skin and bones, much like when he was re-awakened all those months ago. Dano held his hands up to his face and flexed them as if to confirm his new look. Just as suddenly as he found himself on the bench the survivor felt a presence to his left, and he turned to see Discord sitting next to him, arms behind his head while his right foot rested on his left knee. The chaotic avatar looked rather comfortable on the bench, and his usual smile decorated his face.

“You left so early the last time. I was so worried.”

Discord chuckled at his own sarcasm.

Dano returned his gaze forward in an attempt to ignore the avatar.

“This is just a nightmare, you aren’t real.”

Discord laughed as he grabbed Dano’s face and turned it so they locked eyes.

“But this is real Daniel. Just like when those abominations created by the princesses visited you.”

Dano’s heart rate spiked at the realization.

“But… But you are dead.”

Discord released Dano and let out another of his laughs.

“Oh? Can a being created by the splitting of a conscious really die? Or is it just transferred to another body.”

Dano felt dread enter his mind.

“You touched my blood Daniel. You were there when I ‘died’. You are now harboring the soul of the man you have sworn to kill.”

Discord flashed a toothy smile.

“You aren’t the only one though.”

Discord returned to relining on the bench, breaking eye contact.

“Berry Punch is also having a wonderful conversation with me, and Bon Bon would too if she didn’t croak. Don’t worry, they didn’t touch my blood, but ‘other’ bodily fluids.”

Dano felt rage seep into his mind, and he lashed out at Discord only to have his boney fist phase right through the avatar. The survivor pulled his hand back out to see a mist reform the façade of Discord’s face.

“You can’t hit a soul Daniel.”

Discord smiled, and Dano felt the dread return.

“I’m going to let you get back to real life now. I don’t want you to get too tired. We have a lot to talk about.”

Dano blinked, and he was suddenly alone. The miasma closed quickly and swallowed the survivor as he stared into the empty space where Discord once sat.

Dano opened his eyes to see nothing but darkness. He guessed that it was nighttime, and as he regained his senses he felt a lack of pressure on his chest. The survivor looked down to see a plain grey t-shirt and his dirty pants. Dano put two and two together and guessed that Berry had removed all of his weapons and armor, and after looking around a bit he found them sitting on the coffee table to his left.

The survivor sighed before pulling himself up to a sitting position. He doubted he would get any more sleep, but before he could even think of anything to do he heard what sounded like a lot of movement coming from the other side of the area. Dano quickly stood, and made his way across the dark room, occasionally bumping into furniture until he was standing in the threshold. In the dim light of the moon’s glow piercing a window at the end of the hall Dano could make out another threshold to his left that lead to the kitchen and two darkly stained wooden doors that took up the wall to the right.

The sounds of movement grew as Dano moved down the hall past the first door until he stopped at the second. He slowly pushed his way into, what appeared to be, Berry’s bedroom, and he could see her thrashing wildly on her bed. Discord’s words ran through the survivor’s head as he watched the former prisoner struggle against invisible forces.

“ Berry Punch is having a wonderful conversation with me…”

Dano couldn’t handle seeing the woman he saved fall back into a place where she was lost once again. Without thinking the survivor crossed the room, crawled onto the bed, sat down in the middle of the mattress and pulled Berry onto his lap. He cradled her head with his left arm and let his heart beat pound a constant, calming rhythm into her ear. Berry continued to thrash for a few more moments until Dano’s therapy took effect, and she calmed. Dano could see a small, peaceful smile stretch across the former prisoner’s face, and it made him happy.

Unknown to Dano, the wounds on his soul were being mended by that small smile. He had found his crutch, and he would need it even more than he would admit.

Dano held Berry until the sun began to rise. He didn’t want to spook her with his presence in her room, so he released the former prisoner as the first rays of light made their way in the windows of her bedroom and made his way out quietly. The survivor returned to the couch and took a seat, unable to find anything to do other than stare at his equipment. Dano didn’t know how much time passed before he was pulled away from staring at the rifle that had been used to kill for vengeance by the sound of Berry rising from bed.

The woman made her way down the short hallway to see Dano sitting on the couch as if he had been there all night, and she flashed him a small smile. The survivor returned it, and was about to ask the woman how her night was when the sound of knocking emanated from downstairs. Berry gave Dano a confused look, and the survivor returned it with a sigh. He had a hunch it was for him.

“I got this.” Dano said as he rose.

“Are you sure?”

Berry looked even more confused, and Dano nodded before leaving the apartment, going down the stairs and entering the bar to see Pinkie Pie through the door. As the survivor approached the portal he noticed that the party girl’s hair was flat and long, a style that made him very nervous.

Dano opened the door, and Pinkie Pie looked at him with the saddest blue eyes he had ever seen.

“Hello Dano.”

Pinkie’s voice seemed to drip with sadness, and it pulled on Dano’s heart strings.

“Hello Pinkie Pie.”

“Are you sorry?”

Pinkie’s question confused Dano for a second, but he soon recovered.

“Of course I am.”

Pinkie and Dano simple stared at each other while the party girl tried her best to find fault in the survivor’s answer.

“Okay.”

Pinkie seemed to recover a bit of her bubbly demeanor, and it made Dano feel better.

“I got your things from Fluttershy, and your uniform from Rarity. They are really mad at you.”

Pinkie handed the somewhat large pile of clothes with a paper bag on the top to Dano, and he took it as he sighed.

“I know they are.”

Pinkie gave Dano a sad smile.

“At least you are sorry, and there was nothing else you could do right?”

Dano nodded slowly. He didn’t have a choice in Fort Security, but they wouldn’t know that unless they were there.

“I should get going. By the way, Mr. Cake’s and Bon Bon’s funerals are tomorrow.”

Dano nodded again as he wished Pinkie Pie farewell before closing the door to the bar and going back upstairs.

With his new clothes Dano took a shower in the bathroom that was hiding behind the first wooden door in the hall with Berry’s permission. The washroom was simple, and held a single shower/tub combo that rested parallel with the back wall that was also painted white. White tile covered the floor except where it was concealed by a dark stained cabinet holding the sink basin in the middle of the right wall and a single toilet in the middle of the left wall. A mirror rested above the sink, and the counter matched the tile in color.

Dano changed into a pair of blue jeans, a grey t-shirt with ‘Aeropostale’ on the front, a black zip up hoodie and black boots when he finished his shower. Once dressed the survivor helped Berry Punch as she cleaned up her apartment and bar, proving most of the muscle needed to remove the boards on the windows as well as height to reach farther than Berry could. By the time the time the sun began to set the couple had completely cleaned the entire bar, apartment and surrounding area.

“You did a good job Dano.” Berry said as she walked up the stairs with the survivor right behind.

“Thank you.”

Dano smiled a bit as he took the compliment.

“I hope it’s not too much of a bother for me to stay here Berry.”

Berry Punch laughed as she walked through the door and into her apartment with Dano in tow.

“It’s alright. I wasn’t using that couch anyway, and besides. You helped me, so I should help you.”

Dano’s smile grew as he heard something along the line of Fluttershy’s excuse for getting him to stay in Ponyville.

“I’m still going to have to find a job. I don’t think Applejack will let me back on the farm.”

Dano chuckled to hide the hurt in his gut from that statement. He is going to miss Sweet Apple Acres.

“You could work in the bar, god knows I could use some help.”

Dano and Berry shared a quick chuckle.

“That sounds great Berry.”

The rest of the day was spent eating a dinner of fresh greens and steak that Berry had picked up the day before when Dano had passed out. The survivor enjoyed the meal, but it wasn’t as good as Fluttershy’s. After dinner Dano excused himself, shaved and got ready for bed. By the time he was done the sun had set, and he made his way to the couch as Berry used the bathroom. A bit of Dano was scared to go to sleep, but his almost constant exhaustion pulled him under quickly.

Dano was once again standing in the darkness of his dreams, but this time he was immediately face to face with a slightly deflated Discord.

“That was a nice trick Daniel, using your heart beat to calm Berry Punch.”

Dano smiled as his voice filled with sarcasm.

“Thank you.”

Discord smiled.

“Oh a smart ass. That reminds me of a Diamond Dog named Echo.”

Dano’s smile dropped at the mention of his injured friend, and Discord’s grew.

“Did I hit a nerve?”

Discord laughed at his own joke.

“What is your plan anyway Discord? I blew up your ammo dump. Even if you do get me you won’t have any weapons or enough ammunition to take over anything.”

Discord laughed again.

“Do you really think I’m that stupid Daniel? I’m the essence of chaos. You can’t stop me no matter how much you destroy or create, for I am ever present.”

Dano’s heart dropped.

“You won’t get me Discord.”

The avatar gave Dano a toothy smile.

“We will see.”

Dano was quickly swallowed by the black miasma, and was pulled back to sleep with the image of a smiling Discord dominating his thoughts.

Dano awoke once again to the dark of night and to the sounds of Berry Punch’s struggle. Again the survivor made his way to the woman’s room, cradled her and let his strong heart sooth her dreams until the sun rose. He then left the former prisoner before she woke, and began to get ready for the coming funeral.

It didn’t take long for Dano to don his uniform. He checked himself in the mirror before he left Berry’s bathroom and like before he could see a soldier standing in front of him, but there was a change. The soldier was scared, he was broken. Although he stood with the same confident stance, you could see the toll of his duty in his eyes. Dano pulled his cap low, and the brim obscured the wounded soul behind the uniform.

Dano had to wait for Berry to rise and get dressed for the funeral, and he found himself standing by the front door for quite a while until the woman came out of her room in a black dress that ended below the knee and black heels. The survivor hated the black clothing immediately after he saw it. It didn’t fit with the vibe of the town, and it didn’t fit with what he had fought for. The two, now dressed for the occasion, left the apartment without a word.

Berry led Dano through the town to the local church a little ways from the town center. The building was small and white with a thin two story tower that straddled the double door entrance and large stained glass windows around the exterior walls. To the right of the small church was a black wrought iron fence that encompassed a small cemetery with a couple dozen simple headstones with rounded tops and the names of the deceased engraved on them. A large gate made of the same material as the fence rested in the middle of the side that faced the road, and they held intricate designs of angles and heaven on them. Two new holes in the ground sat next to each other in the back corner of the fenced in area with brand new headstones above them.

Celestia and Luna stood behind the stone on the left in the same robes they were always wearing with their hoods down and solemn looks on their faces. The remainder of town’s people filled the rest of the cemetery as well as surrounded the fence, for the graveyard was too small to contain them all. Amongst the sea of black stood four men in white, beacons of hope and peace amongst the field of despair. Dano made his way there as Berry peeled off to a group of friends she had known before she had been abducted.

The crowd seemed to split as Dano made his way through it to his team, and they all smiled a bit when they saw him. The survivor did not return the courtesy, and kept his cap low. The girls that Dano had called friends all angrily glared at him as he took his place at the right of the formation in front of them. Pinkie Pie was the exception, for she gave the survivor a small, sad smile much like the day before.

It wasn’t long before a horse drawn carriage arrived with the coffins in the back. Dano spared a quick glance at the headstone that marked the hole he stood on the edge of, and it read in large carved letters ‘Bon Bon.’ Below the name in slightly smaller words lay the rest of the engraving. ‘Always caring, always loving, always kind.’ Dano returned his eyes forward to see Lyra standing on the other side of the new grave, her eyes red from her tears. She was also clad in black, and it made the survivor’s gut wrench. From now on he hated the color black.

The carriage came to a stop parallel to the gates of the enclosure, and six men dressed in black suits that Dano did not know pulled the simple wooden coffin from the wagon, placed it on their shoulders and began to carry Bon Bon to her final resting place. The cemetery was silent save for the sound of the wind and quiet crying emanating from several of the women in the crowd. The six men walked down a path flanked by hundreds of people, all of them watching the coffin pass them by, and eventually stop above the new grave.

“Today we have gathered here to mourn the passing of our dear friend Bon Bon.”

Celestia’s tone was full of sadness and lacked its usual bounce.

“As we lay her to rest may we remember the wonderful life she held. From making amazing sweets for everybody to enjoy, to being a wonderful partner.”

Luna’s voice matched her sisters as she spoke.

“The sun always sets, but it will always rise.”

Celestia closed her eyes as the words left he mouth.

“The night may be long, but it will always end.”

Luna followed her sisters lead, and they soon began to speak in unison.

“Let us morn today, but lets us rise tomorrow happy for the life that Bon Bon led and continue to live ours in harmony.”

As if on cue the six men holding Bon Bon bent at the knee and waist as they lowered the woman into the ground before moving away from the hole. Lyra then approached the grave and dropped a single white rose onto the coffin before two of the six men grabbed shovels and began to fill in the grave. It didn’t take them long, and a rectangle of fresh dirt took the place of the hole.

Celestia and Luna moved to the next new headstone as Dano and his team moved out of the cemetery to the back of the carriage. The Doctor, Soarin and Braeburn took one side while Big Mac and Dano took the other. Ever so slowly they pulled the coffin from the back of wagon, and placed it on their shoulders. They then rotated so that the Doctor and Dano were in the lead and then made their way into the cemetery.

The survivor could feel every pair of eyes on him as he walked in time with his team until they stood over the grave for their comrade. The headstone read ‘Carrot Cake. A loving husband, a kind friend, a guardian of harmony.’ The word guardian hit Dano in the chest hard. They were not soldiers, but guardians, protectors of everything they cared for. They had transcended to title of soldier because of their actions, and they deserved it.

Celestia and Luna made the same speech as before, but with the name changed to Carrot as well as everything that went along with the change. Eventually it came time to lay the marksman to rest, and following the same procedure as before the team lowered themselves in unison to place the coffin on the floor of the hole. Mrs. Cake, who was also covered in black, moved in-between the Doctor and Soarin so she could place an identical white rose on her husband’s coffin. Dano quickly righted himself as the flower fell, and called his team.

“Attention!”

Dano’s voice echoed over the crowd as his team snapped ram rod straight. Mrs. Cake took a step back out of the formation, and returned to her place in the crowd.

“Present arms!”

All five soldiers snapped a quick salute, and after a nod from Celestia the men who had carried Bon Bon began to fill the grave. The five men kept up the finial goodbye to their friend and comrade until the hole was filled. Without waiting any longer Dano turned on his heels and walked out of the cemetery, everybody watching him go. He was done with the black clothing, the headstones, the crying and the sadness. He needed to get out of there before anyone saw the tears he had been holding in leave the eyes that had been hidden behind the black brim of a white cap.

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