Then There Was You

Jeanne murmured softly as she opened her eyes. Looking around Galen’s room, she caught a glimpse of sunlight peaking in from around the curtains. Her ears twitched as she noticed the chirp of nearby birds. A smile formed on her face as she realized it was morning.

Her hooves were still resting against Galen’s warm chest. Jeanne’s smile grew as she gazed over at him. Galen was still resting as she reached out her hoof and lightly swept it across his cheek. “Galen.” Jeanne whispered, happier than ever to still be at his side.

Jeanne sighed as she felt his strong arms adjust around her. She closed her eyes for a moment, then bid them to open again. Looking back at Galen, she noticed his green eyes had opened. He greeted her with a warming smile. “Morning, Jeanne.”

She smiled back at him. “Morning.”

Galen moved his right hand to gently caress her golden mane, which was only slightly mused from sleep. He laid there with her, happiness present on his face. “How’d you sleep?”

Jeanne snuggled up to him and nuzzled his cheek. “Mmm, I slept great.” She let out a faint yawn, and began running her hoof along his shoulder. “How about you?”

His fingers continued to fondle her silky locks, while he returned the favor and nuzzled her back. “Wonderful. I love a peaceful night’s sleep. I think we wore each other out…that and we did put a lot of work into dinner last night.” Galen chuckled.

Jeanne giggled from his thoughtful words. “You’re right. But from the moment I returned to you yesterday, I enjoyed…no, I am treasuring ever moment with you.” She gasped lightly, placing a hoof over her mouth. “Did that sound all right?”

Galen smiled and nodded. “It’s fine, honey.” He moved his hand and lightly scratched Jeanne behind her ear.

She sighed and whispered, “Honey.” Then she giggled again. “Mmm, I love your touch, Galen.”

He let out a hearty chuckle. “After what we shared last night, I know you do.”

Jeanne blushed, then resumed looking at him with her beautiful blue eyes. “I still feel wonderful from last night.”

“So do I. And to think, we can spend all day together.”

“And all night, again.” Jeanne smiled. “I wonder what we’ll share tonight?” She attempted to give him a sultry gaze, which just made Galen smile all the more.

“The sky’s the limit. Why don’t we just see where the day takes us, and go from there.” He placed his hand on her velvety shoulder and patted her tenderly.

“Sounds great. And best of all…we’ll be together.” She chuckled.

Galen turned back the covers and sat up, swinging his feet to the floor. He checked his alarm clock. “It’s almost eight. Would you like to go out for breakfast, my treat?”

Jeanne turned back her portion of the sheets and rose to her hooves. That’d be great. Where did you have in mind?”

Standing upright, Galen enjoyed a good stretch. “Ponyville Café has an awesome variety, and they make some of the best scrambled eggs I’ve ever had.” He grinned.

Jeanne made her way over to him and rubbed up against him. “I’m game.”

“Good. Now, I just need to get dressed. Won’t take but a minute…well, maybe two.”

Jeanne chuckled at him. “While you do that, I’m going to slip into the bathroom quick.”

He nodded as he opened his dresser drawer and grabbed a pair of socks. “Okay. Think I’ll sneak in there after you’re done. Then we can head out.”

“All right,” she chirped. Then, Jeanne began humming as she stepped airily to the bathroom.

Galen chuckled to himself as he gathered some clothing and got dressed.

* * * * *

After finishing their preparations, Jeanne and Galen departed his house. The sun had made its way well above the horizon. From the way the morning air kissed them as they walked, the couple knew it was shaping up to be a beautiful day.

Galen placed his arm around Jeanne as the two made their way to the café. The streets were just beginning to brim with life on this promising Saturday morning.

Following a brief stroll, they had arrived at their destination. Galen glanced around and nodded. “Good, it’s not too busy this morning.”

Jeanne looked at him and blinked. “How can you tell?”

He chuckled. “Some Saturday mornings, it’s so packed there’s a line out the front door of ponies and a few humans waiting to get a table.”

“Wow! The food must be really good if it gets that crowded.”

“Oh, it is, trust me.”

“I do, Galen.” Jeanne smiled as they walked into the charming building. Like most of the structures in Ponyville, it was comprised of a combination of wood and stone, only it featured a shingled roof, while still maintaining the same picturesque look the buildings brought collectively to the town.

Once inside, Galen felt even more relieved. For the moment, there wasn’t even anyone waiting by the “Please Wait to Be Seated” sign.

The two of them stood next to the sign, waiting for the hostess to come and seat them. Galen ran his fingers along Jeanne’s shoulder and she responded by lightly nuzzling his side. Tilting their heads up, the two saw the hostess pony walking back to her small podium. She smiled at her next two customers, looking at them with her purple eyes. “Welcome to Ponyville Café. Just two of you?”

Galen nodded, “Yes.”

“And did you want a table or a booth?” The tan mare inquired.

“A booth, please,” Galen replied, while Jeanne smiled nodding in agreement.

The hostess studied the table chart, scratched a number next to one of them and grabbed two menus. “Right this way, please.”

Jeanne and Galen followed her to a booth near one of the front windows. The mare placed their menus and some wrapped silverware at both sides of the table. “Here you are.”

“Thank you. This will do nicely.” Galen smiled graciously to their hostess as Jeanne and he both took a seat.

“Your waitress will be with you shortly. Enjoy.” And with her final words spoken, the hostess left them to study their menus.

Jeanne looked around and noticed there weren’t too many ponies, or humans for that matter, at the restaurant. She smiled, turning her attention back to Galen. “So, what do you recommend?”

Galen opened his menu and flipped through a few pages. “Ah, here we go.” He pointed to one particular item. “I usually get the “Celestia’s Sunrise” breakfast. It gives you a really good meal.”

Jeanne glanced at it briefly and noticed the price. “Wow, only 6 bits. That’s not bad.”

“Nope. You get two eggs. They come sunny side up, but I usually get mine scrambled. Then, you have a choice of home fries or hash browns, and can get pancakes, French toast, or a fruit crepe. Oh and you can also opt for toast as well for only 1 bit more.”

“It’s nice that there’s plenty of variety. But, I wonder what I should go with.” Jeanne placed a hoof to her chin and gave her options some thought. She grinned and looked back over at Galen. “You know, I think I’ll just go with whatever you usually get this first time. I’m not awake enough to make any major decisions yet.”

Galen laughed. “All right. Like I told you, I get my eggs scrambled, go with the hash browns and the fruit crepe, it’s usually blueberry or cherry…mmm and comes with a nice mound of whipped cream.” A big smile formed on his face.

Jeanne nodded. “That sounds good, and I see you enjoy whip cream too.”

He snickered. “Are you kidding, I love it. In fact that’s why I’m planning on getting some hot chocolate. They serve it with a nice dollop of whip cream as well. And there’s just the right hint of a nip in the air this morning, that’ll make some hot chocolate really hit the spot.”

“That does sound good. And I guess that nip in the air is why you’re wearing long sleeves?” Jeanne patted his left arm and ran her hoof across the sleeve of his shirt.

He placed a finger on his nose and nodded. “Yep.”

Jeanne’s eyes widened for a moment. “Oh, I almost forgot. After breakfast, can we stop by the forge?”

Galen scratched his head curiously. “Sure, but what for?”

“This is a little embarrassing, but, after I met up with you yesterday, I had set a bag with some things I brought for the weekend near the back of the shop. I was so happy to see you again, that I…forgot it when we left for your house yesterday.” Jeanne tried not to look too sheepish as she briefly facehoofed.

Galen patted her shoulder and smiled. “It’s all right, Jeanne. We all forget things every now and then. So it’s no problem.”

She shook her head. “Yeah, but I’m a Royal Guard, I should have a better memory than this.”

“No one’s perfect. Don’t be too hard on yourself. Besides, I’m sure you’ll do fine when push comes to shove.” He patted her foreleg supportively.

Jeanne sighed silently and shared his smile. “I really glad you’re so understanding.”

“I try to be.” He replied.

“Hi there!” Said a very chipper mare. She had purple fur, blue hair and was wearing a simple white apron. “I’ll be your waitress this morning. Sorry I kept you waiting so long.” She greeted them with a warm smile and her cheery emerald eyes, while she sat a glass of ice water down for each of them.

“That’s okay. We needed some time to look over the menu anyway.” Galen shared her smile.

“Are you ready to order then?” Their waitress held up her order pad, eager to serve.

“Jeanne.” Galen left it to her to start.

“Oh.” She pointed to the menu. “I’ll have the “Celestia’s Sunrise” breakfast.”

“Did you want the eggs sunny side up?” The waitress asked.

“No, I’d like them scrambled, and I’ll go with hash browns and the fruit crepe. Oh, and could I get some hot chocolate.”

“Certainly, did you want whip cream?”

“Yes.” Jeanne replied, glee beaming from her eyes.

“All right. Scrambled, hash…uh, is a blueberry crepe all right?” Jeanne nodded. “Okay. And for you, sir?”

Galen smiled. “I’ll have the exact same thing as her.”

“Exactly the same, sir?” The waitress checked, looking at her pad and then again at him.

He nodded. “Yep.”

She looked at her customers, scribbled down a few quick notes and smiled. “I’ll put that right in. It shouldn’t be too long, and I’ll be right back with your hot chocolates.” The waitress departed and made her way back to the kitchen.

Jeanne reached across the table and ran her hoof along Galen’s hand. “This was a great idea, Galen.”

Joy remained present in Galen’s eyes as he patted her hoof with his other hand. “Well, with the crowd at Vinny’s the other night, I thought it’d be nice if we could actually eat inside a restaurant.” He chuckled. “Besides, after all the work that went into dinner last night, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to let someone else make breakfast.”

Jeanne giggled, while she continued to rub his hand. “Yeah.” She pulled back her foreleg as the waitress returned.

She set down their mugs of hot chocolate. “Here you are. Your food should be up in about ten minutes or so.”

Galen reached for his mug. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” The waitress smiled as she trotted off.

“Look at all that whip cream.” Jeanne eyed up her cup and licked her upper lip in anticipation.

“You are in for a treat.” Galen grinned as he unwrapped his silverware and set the napkin to the side. He grabbed the spoon and was just about to dig into the spiral lump of whip cream.

“Galen? Galen, is that you?” A male voice called over.

Jeanne looked up as Galen turned around. He knew that voice all too well. There, approaching them from behind Galen’s side of the booth was a human that stood close to six feet tall. He was clad in black pants, a pale gray shirt and had on a pair of leather boots. The human chuckled as he ran a hand through his short auburn hair. “I thought that was you.” He stepped proudly as he walked right up to the table they were sitting at.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Galen replied, with a mixture of feelings stirring within him.

Galen’s acquaintance chuckled. “Well, Galen, I see you’re with a new mare. She’s lovely. In fact, I’d say she’s a vast improvement overly the last one you shacked up with.”

Galen slammed his fist on the table. “Darn it, why do you always have to do that?”

“Ha, ha, ha, oh come on, Galen. Where’s your sense of humor. I’m only teasing you.”

Galen shook his head. “Then why doesn’t it feel like it?”

“You’re far too sensitive, you know.”

Jeanne looked at Galen with uneasy eyes. “Galen, who is this? Is he a friend of yours?”

Galen scoffed. ““Friend”, might be a bit of a stretch, but he’s someone I’ve know for a while. He is…”

Galen was cut off. “Please, I don’t need an introduction. I’m perfectly capable of introducing myself. My name is Malik…that’s Mal-ik, and Galen and I go way back.” Malik snickered again.

“If your idea of a year and a half is way back.” Galen huffed, before composing himself. He turned his eyes to Jeanne. “Malik’s “charming” personality aside, he has been a big help in showing me the ways of the sword.”

“That’s right, I have. Oh, and you didn’t introduce me to your lovely dinning companion.” Malik ran his hand across his mustache and goatee, which shared the same color as his hair.

Jeanne smiled, while she was still trying to figure out what she thought about Malik, though she saw no reason to be rude. She just wished that he would stop annoying Galen. “My name is Jeannedarc, but most just call me Jeanne.”

“Hmm, an interesting name. Sounds similar to Jeanne D’Arc, better known as Joan of Arc from Earth’s history, wouldn’t you say, Galen?” Malik briefly stared at Galen and was delighted at just how uncomfortable he was. A snide chuckle left his mouth as he patted Galen’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. That’s enough chatter. But after seeing you here, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t forget about our sparring match this afternoon.” Malik gave Jeanne another glance with his gray eyes. “And judging from your date’s demeanor, I don’t think you two are parting after breakfast. But, can I still expect to see you?”

A stern expression formed on Galen’s face as he turned his head to face Malik. “Oh, I’ll be there. Two-thirty, and don’t think you’re the only one I’ve been learning swordplay from.”

Malik rolled his eyes and snickered. “Oh please, don’t tell me Blade was giving you lessons again. The grandson of that foolish old blacksmith isn’t half as good as he thinks he is. But either way, Galen, I look forward to seeing you this afternoon.” He bowed insincerely to the couple and started walking away. “Till then. Oh, and do enjoy your meal. Ha, ha.”

Galen did a double facepalm. Jeanne reached over and placed a hoof on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

He sighed, uncovering his face. Galen closed his eyes and placed his right hand on Jeanne’s foreleg. “I’ll be all right.” Shaking his head, Galen continued, “I’ve gotta stop letting him get to me.”

“It’s okay, Galen. From what I can tell, Malik’s just a jerk. Don’t let him bother you.” Jeanne smiled at Galen.

Galen nodded, and smiled as he noticed the affection brimming from her captivating eyes. “Thank you, Jeanne. Heh, I never expected to run into him here. Oh, my sparring with him this afternoon won’t be a problem, will it? I almost completely forgot?”

Jeanne closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head. “Uh-uh. It’ll be fine.”

Galen secured his grip on Jeanne’s hoof and guided her foreleg back to the table. He tenderly stroked her fur with his thumb. “Thank you, Jeanne. And don’t worry, this won’t take long. There will still be plenty of time for us to be together.”

She nodded, patting his hand with her other hoof. “Of course. I know there’ll be, but Galen, while I know you’re fondness for swords, I didn’t know you were training to use one.”

Galen grinned a little, a serious expression formed on his face. “Well, like you, Jeanne. I want to be able to protect those important to me. And while Ponyville is essentially a peaceful town,” he made a face, “Most of the time. Equestria does experience more than its fair share of threats. I just figure, the more I know. Besides, where’s the fun in forging swords if I don’t know how to use them?”

Jeanne chuckled, while staring at him with sincere eyes. “It makes complete sense to me. And, now I know why you were so touched with my reasons for becoming a Royal Guard.”

“Yeah.”

The waitress returned and had their breakfast on her tray. “Here you are. These just came out, so they’re good and hot.” She placed the plates of steaming hot food in front of Jeanne and Galen. “Enjoy, and if you need anything else, please just let me know.”

“Thank you, but we’re good. Right, Jeanne?”

The Pegasus eyed up her meal hungrily. “Yeah, we’re good.”

The waitress smiled and trotted off to see to her next customer.

“This breakfast sure looks delicious.” Galen looked around at the nicely prepared scrambled eggs that had a really fluffy look to them, and next to them was a generous pile of hash browned potatoes, which appeared to have just the right amount of crispiness to them. His eyes leaped over to the second plate that held the blueberry crepe. It was mired in a small pool of blueberry sauce with plenty of extra berries, a generous mound of whip cream and had been lightly dusted with powdered sugar. “I’m not sure where to start first.”

Jeanne giggled. “I know what you mean. This all looks so good.”

“I don’t know about you, but I think I’m just going to start with a bite of that crepe. Then, after breakfast, we’ll stop by the forge for your things.”

“Mm-hmm.” Jeanne smiled happily as the two put the encounter with Malik behind them and enjoyed their breakfast, starting with the decadent pastry.

* * * * * *

Malik made his way through the streets of Ponyville. He all but scoffed at the bubbly expressions on the ponies’ faces as they went about their daily routines. Still, he couldn’t help but enjoy the pleasant weather.

A smile formed on his face as he continued strolling along, while he reached over and patted the side of his satchel. Looking ahead, he saw his destination coming into view. As he slowed his gait he nodded at the iconic Golden Oak Library.

For the most part, Malik didn’t care for the sugary demeanor the majority of the ponies had. However, he did find Twilight Sparkle’s love of books and exceptional level of intelligence refreshing.

He knocked on the library’s front door and patted his bag again. A few moments passed and the door opened. Twilight looked up and smiled. “Oh, good morning, Malik.”

Malik nodded. “Morning.”

“What brings you here? Oh, and please come in.” Twilight motioned for him to enter.

He smiled as he entered the library, followed closely by Twilight. Malik glanced around, while he mused there were most likely larger libraries in Equestria, he was still impressed at how well Twilight kept this one and despite its size, the Golden Oak still held an impressive variety of literature.

She shut the door and glanced his way, still smiling. “I didn’t expect to see you this morning.”

Malik turned to Twilight and reached into his satchel. “I stopped by to return this.” He handed her the book.

Twilight gripped it in the raspberry glow of her magic. She glanced at it and blinked at him. “You finished it already?”

He nodded. “Yes. “The History of Magic in Equestria” was a really stimulating read. I could scarcely put it down.”

Twilight smiled brightly, it was always a thrill to find someone else as fascinated with magic as she was, not to mention reading. “Well, is there anything else you wanted to borrow?”

He smiled. “Yes there is. Do you have any books about relics or magical talismans? That book mentioned a few but only briefly. And it’s still impressive how gifted Starswirl the Bearded was.”

She chuckled as she put the book he returned back onto its shelf. “I know. Not every unicorn can boast to creating over 200 spells.”

“Indeed. And I’m sure he saw his share of relics and other magical items. Oh and what about potions?”

Twilight giggled as she moved to a different shelf. “Potions you say, and relics? Hmmm…” She searched a few leather spines along the sprawling recessed bookcases. “Ah, here we go.” She plucked a pair of tomes from neighboring shelves. “Here.” Twilight floated the two books over to him. “Give these a read.”

Malik took the first book and studied the cover. It was leather bound in red and had an elegant font and the title done in gold. “Hmmm. “Bubble Brew’s Guide to Potion Making”.” He blinked. “Wow…first edition!”

Twilight grinned and nodded. “Yep. It’s a very good book for anyone looking to get their hooves…or in your case hands into potions.”

He nodded, and then he took the second tome from Twilight’s magical grip. Leather bound in dark blue with a fancy silver font. “Oh wow…this is perfect! “Ancient Magical Relics & Talismans of Equestria”, yes, this will be just what I need to follow up on “The History of Magic in Equestria”.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Now, let me just get these checked out for you and you can be on your way. Unless, you’d like to stay for tea.”

Malik lowered the books and broke out of a sort of trance. “Huh? Tea?” he mumbled.

“Yes. I just brewed some and if you’d enjoy talking about the history of magic, I’d be happy to hear another human’s views on magic.”

“Uh…” Malik’s mouth hung open, he didn’t really want to stay for tea, but when he saw the eagerness on Twilight’s face, and gave her proposal some thought, he smiled. “Sure, I guess I can stay for a cup of tea. I do have a few questions anyway.”

Twilight’s eyes sparkled. She always enjoyed having someone to share intelligent conversations with. She took the books from him and filled out her checkout log. Then, she led Malik to her sofas and coffee table.

He walked over, but still wasn’t overly eager to stick around, but at least he could ask his questions.

* * * * * *

Galen stretched his arms as he and Jeanne made their way to Clang’s forge. “Ahh, that’s better.” He snickered as he flung an arm around Jeanne.

She chuckled, while she walked closer to Galen and lightly brushed against him. The Pegasus smacked her lips. “Mmm, the vanilla custard in that crepe was soooo good.” Jeanne giggled.

Galen smiled, rubbing his hand along her furry shoulder. “I told you they were good.” The human glanced up and saw the familiar structure of the forge. “Ah, we’re here.”

The bell jingled as they opened the shop door and entered. They both glanced around a bit, before their eyes were drawn to the counter.

“Ah, there you are,” Clang called out in his distinct raspy voice. “I figured you two would be back.”

Galen smiled. “Good morning, Clang. I take it you found Jeanne’s things?”

The stallion nodded. “I did. I’ve kept them locked up safe, here in the shop. And a fine good morning to you, Galen, my boy.”

Jeanne let out a sigh of relief, the sincerest of looks in her eyes. “Thank you, Clang. Thank you!”

He chuckled warmly at her, closing his eyes. “Oh, you are quite welcome, my dear.” Clang reached below the counter and placed her pack on the table. “As soon as I saw this resting by Galen’s workbench, I figured you must have gotten sidetracked.”

She lowered her head and nodded, before she replied in a shameful voice, “Yes. Not very fitting for a Canterlot Royal Guard now, is it?”

Clang chuckled again and fluffed his gray beard. “Don’t fret too much about it. We were all young once. Ah,” Clang began to reminisce. “I remember this one lovely mare, a cream-colored earth pony with lovely teal locks. She was a sheer delight to be with. One day, she came to visit me. I was so happy to see her that I ran off and left my bit pouch behind.” The elder stallion shook his head. “Needless to say my face was red that day. But she was a real sport and like Galen here, very understanding.”

“So it’s not just because I have a bad memory?” Jeanne mused, a light-hearted grin on her face.

“Exactly,” Clang replied. “We all do foolish things when we’re young and being led by our hearts.”

Jeanne blushed a little, then looked over at Galen, before looking back at Clang. “Yeah.”

Galen moved closer to Jeanne and took a deep breath. “Well, thanks again for keeping Jeanne’s things safe. We’d stick around more, but the day is probably going to fly. And I have to be back here at 2:30, and that’ll be here all too soon.”

“It’s only five till ten, but I know what you mean. And forgive an old stallion for prying, but why are you coming back?” Intrigue filled Clang’s pale purple eyes.

“I have a sparring match with Malik,” Galen answered, a deadpan look on his face.

Clang’s eyes widened. “Again? Galen, why do you keep hanging out with him? He’s hardly a friend of yours.”

Galen strolled over near some of the displayed weapons for sale, namely the swords. “Most of the time I can barely stand him, but Malik is very skilled with a blade. I want to get better, and while Blade is great to train with, I want to learn all I can, and detestable as he is, Malik knows things your grandson doesn’t.”

Clang just shook his head, then smacked his hoof along the counter. “I don’t trust him. Just make sure you take care. You know he likes to spar with real swords.”

Galen nodded. “I know. But I’m getting better all the time. And despite Malik’s attitude toward Blade, your grandson is also helping me learn more all the time.”

“I’m glad Blade has been able to share what he knows. He is one of our family’s best swordsponies.” Clang smiled and nodded confidently.

Jeanne placed a hoof over her heart. “You two had me worried for a second, but wait, you really use actual swords to spar?”

“Well, yeah,” Galen answered. “Malik says the spectacle of injury makes one’s true skills come out. At least I think that’s how he worded it.”

She smiled. “Well, as our training in the guard advances, we end up using real swords. Shining Armor always says there’s nothing like real-life experience to help sharpen your skills.”

“Wise words, but I’d expect no less from the Captain of the Royal Guard.” Clang took a deep breath, then lightly ushered Jeanne’s bag closer to her. “Here, I’d best not keep you two.”

Jeanne took her bag and slung it over her shoulder, it was somewhere between the size of a large purse and a backpack, ideal for packing items for more than and short stay. “All set, Galen.”

“Then, let’s head out. See you, Clang.” Galen and Jeanne waved as they left the shop.

Clang waved back and chuckled. “Well, he finally stopped calling me sir. I think Jeanne is going to do wonders for him.”

* * * * * *

Nearly three hours had passed when Malik finally opened the front door of the library. He turned back and forced a smile. “Wow, that’s really great, Twilight. Now I won’t wonder about that.”

Twilight smiled and nodded as she followed him to the doorway. “That’s right. Only certain unicorns, like me, are gifted with the use of multiple kinds of magic. Most only use basic magic and that which is specific to their special talents.”

“Great. Well, I’d better be going. I still have some things to do today, and I can’t wait to read these two books.”

“All right, I won’t keep you any longer. Sorry if things got a little carried away.”

Malik gave a wry chuckle. “Think nothing of it. I’ll see you later, Twilight.”

The unicorn smiled and waved to the human as he walked away. “Take care, Malik.”

“You too,” he replied, waving back. Then, as Malik put some distance between him and the library, a bitter frown formed on his face. Ugh, I don’t believe it. She kept me there rambling till after eleven o’clock. He facepalmed and shook his head. Well, I’m glad I already ate breakfast. But I’m getting hungry again. I didn’t expect to be there that long. Might as well head out to the usual place and grab some lunch. Malik snarled under his breath as he continued walking. Wait, I don’t want to be too far away. I do have that match with Galen. Might as well head home. I can grab a bite there, and take some time to start one of these books. He chuckled as he scratched his head. Glancing down as his satchel, he gave it a firm pat. If nothing else, I suspect that long rambling session of Twilight’s will be worth it. Especially since I was able to get these. I just hope these two books are as enlightening as the last one.

Arriving at his simple, but somewhat elaborate Ponyville home, Malik stepped inside and walked through the living room. The décor was nothing too fancy, but everything had a place and was neatly organized. Very little if anything Malik owned didn’t serve some purpose. Be it the fancy swords and shields that hung on the living room walls or the shelves lined with books or figurines. Everything was there for a reason.

Malik entered the kitchen and hung his satchel on one of the chairs along the dining table. He popped by the refrigerator and opened the door. “Ah, good, I’ve got plenty of cold cuts.” He grinned happily as he removed some of the wrapped deli meats from his fridge.

While some humans made the conscious effort to refrain from eating meat. There were more and more humans discovering that grocers in Ponyville and other towns and cities in Equestria were now offering meat products for sale to humans. Originally, Malik discovered limited areas of meat in the stores, which were typically offered for other carnivorous and omnivorous denizens of Equestria and even those visiting from territories beyond. But as more and more humans came to live in Equestria, local merchants decided it might help their businesses to expand the meat market. It raised more than a few questions, but with other races out there such as minotaurs, griffons, and certain breeds of dragon, the initial shock faded and it quickly became the humans’ decision on what they wanted to eat.

After making a few preparations, Malik made himself a sandwich and after placing it on a plate, he set it down on the table and plopped a bag of potato chips with it, before having a seat. “There. This should do. And…” He reached over to his bag and removed one of the two books. “Might as well kill two birds with one stone.” The human chuckled as he opened the book about potions. After taking a bite of his sandwich, he started pouring over the table of contents, a delighted grin formed on his face. “I will have to thank Twilight again. This book will be very helpful.”

* * * * * *

It was a little after noon when Jeanne and Galen returned to the forge and made their way to the area out back. The two made for their favorite of the maple trees. Jeanne smiled as she spread out the soft blue picnic blanket they brought. Galen set the fairly large basket down once she finished smoothing it out. He then removed his sheathed sword and leaned it along the tree.

Galen took in a deep breath and let out a relaxing sigh. “This was a great idea, Jeanne.”

She smiled as she gracefully sat down on the blanket. “I thought you might like it. I mean we needed to come back here later on anyway. And…” The Pegasus looked to the nearly crystal sky, beams of sun were shining through the treetops and the birds were still chirping their songs of joy and thanksgiving. “It’s such a lovely day, I could hardly resist suggesting we have a picnic.”

He sat down beside her and placed a caring arm around her. “I know. It’s so nice to have such a peaceful day off.” Galen chuckled halfheartedly. “I almost wish I hadn’t scheduled this match with Malik. But, it’s no big deal. I need to train anyway, and it’s not like it will take long. Besides, we still have a little over two hours till then.” He pulled her close and smiled, running his hand along her fur.

Jeanne nuzzled him. “Good, then we have plenty of time to relax and enjoy ourselves.”

“Mm-hmm.” Galen rubbed his cheek along her soft white fur. “Your fur is so velvety.”

Jeanne giggled, partly from his words and little because Galen’s whiskers were starting to grow and tickled her as they continued to cuddle.

He kissed her cheek softly, which in turned caused Jeanne to kiss his cheek. They both sighed and resumed their cuddled, under the cooling shadow of the sturdy maple.

Several minutes passed and they turned to look each other in the eye. Galen’s green eyes locked onto Jeanne’s lovely blue ones. They seemed to sparkle as he gazed deep within them. A smile blossomed on her face as her eyes fell partially closed. She swept her hoof along his cheek. “Galen.”

The human stared at her half-lidded, while he reached over and began stroking her golden mane as it draped along her neck and shoulder. Galen reveled at the silky texture as the fondness on Jeanne’s face grew. Her eyes closed as she leaned forward. Galen responded in kind until their lips met for a tender kiss.

Gentle moans wafted from their wrestling lips and intertwined with the breeze that swept across them. Then, after a time, their kiss ended, but not before the two found each other sharing a tender embrace.

Jeanne sighed and lightly rolled her head. “That was wonderful. And almost temps me to do more.”

Galen chuckled, running the back of his hand along her mane. “I know what you mean. But, this place is way too public for something like that.”

“I know, but it makes me long for tonight.” She stared at him with dreamy eyes and a soft but noticeable blush on her cheeks.

“You know, if you ever would want to have some fun outdoors.” Galen began, resting his hand on her shoulder. “There’s a nice secluded place along the northern forest. It’s a decent hike from here, but it would make a nice spot.”

“Oh really? Have you been there before?” Jeanne asked, running her hoof along his forearm.

“Yeah. One of the mares I went out with last summer joined me in hiking there. Only, she didn’t get what I was suggesting when I said we could have some "fun" there.” He laughed and shook his head. “Afterward, the most exciting thing that happened was when she nearly got herself lost after looking for an isolated tree to pee behind.” Galen continued to reminisce and snickered again. “It’s lucky for her that I was still within ear shot when she started shouting my name. Oh you should have see it, Jeanne.” He laughed again. “Her eyes were like saucers when I found her. And she was still standing close to the tree she used. Her…bwah, ha, ha, ha,” he continued to cackle, smacking his hand on the picnic blanket. “Oh, oh, ha, ha, ha, ha. Her face turned bright red when she saw me looking at the big wet spot on the tree she was standing by. And she started hustling me away when I saw the sizable puddle at its roots.”

Jeanne’s smile continued to grow, evolving into a grin and quickly she broke out into laughter, unable to resist the infectious nature of his. And she pictured his date and the tree he described. The scene was quite humorous in her mind as she joined Galen in rolling on the blanket with laughter. “Nah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Oh, I’ll bet she was mortified.”

Galen grinned for a moment, then patted Jeanne’s shoulder. “Oh, she was. She really was. You’d think I’d watched her pee by the way she was acting. The only thing I think would have made it funnier is if my date at the time had been Rarity. Seriously, Jeanne, my date was really reminding me of her that day. Mwa, ha, ha, ha, ha.”

Jeanne was still laughing with him as she wiped a few humorous tears from her eyes. “Oh, Galen, please, I need to breathe.” She snickered a little as she regained her composure. “It sure sounds like you’ve had your share of fun and adventures during your time here in Equestria.”

“You could say that,” he replied taking a cleansing and calming breath. “That story never seemed so funny before.”

“Sounds like your date was a real stick in the mud. But, I would have enjoyed having some fun with you there. In fact if you want, maybe we could plan a trip to go hiking there some day soon.” Jeanne smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

Galen reached around and ran his fingers through her mane. “That would be great. We could make an outing out of it.”

Jeanne giggled before she nuzzled him. “And unlike her, I wouldn’t need to venture that far to relieve myself. And I’d hardly be mortified like that if you found the tree I used.” She grinned a little sheepishly. “I’d probably blush a bit, but I wouldn’t have acted like her.”

He closed his eyes and smiled. “That’s good to know. I might do the same if the roles were reversed.”

The Pegasus nodded. “Then that’s something we have in common.” Just then, Jeanne noticed her stomach rumbling.

“Was that your stomach?” Galen asked with a smile.

She closed her eyes and nodded. “Yeah. You ready to have lunch?”

“Of course,” he replied all smiles.

Galen reached over and moved the picnic basket closer as he opened the lid and began removing the contents to set up their meal.

* * * * * *

After finishing their lunch, Galen and Jeanne shared some casual chatter, mainly what their plans were going to be for later on, following Galen’s sparring match with Malik.

The two of them cuddled some more, while they discussed their plans for later that night at his place, only as they nestled close, the two became drowsy and soon drifted off to sleep.

It was nearly 2:30 when Galen started to stir, roughly an hour had passed since he and Jeanne nodded off. He glanced around and realized what had happened. “Oh rats. Jeanne, are you awake?” He nudged her.

She moaned faintly and began to stir. “No…I don’t want to get up yet. Just…five more…” Jeanne blinked her eyes. “Huh?” She turned and saw Galen sitting beside her. “Galen…did we fall asleep?”

He nodded. “Yeah, we did.”

Then just as Galen thought they still had some time, he noticed the sound of boots rustling along the grass. “Ah, here you are,” the stern voice of Malik called out.

Galen’s eyes widened, this was not how he was hoping to greet his sparring partner. He swallowed thickly as he looked up at the familiar visage of Malik. “Yeah, we’re here.”

Malik chuckled and stroked his goatee. “Well, at least you aren’t late. But, oh my, I’m not interrupting anything important between you two…am I?” He grinned a little as he looked the two of them over.

Galen scrambled to his feet and took a deep breath. “N-no, of course not. We were just relaxing after having lunch.” A smirk formed on Galen’s face, “While we were waiting for you.”

“I’m sure.” Malik nodded and returned Galen’s smirk, with one of his own. “But not to worry. It’s not quite 2:30. So take a minute or two to steel yourself.” He glanced over at the tree. “Ah, I see you did come prepared. I did as well.” Malik turned, showing off his left side and the fancy hilt of his sword, resting within its black leather scabbard.

Turning to Jeanne, Galen offered her a hand up. “Come on, Jeanne. Let me help you up.” She offered him her hoof and with a gentle pull, he helped her onto her hooves.

She stood there, and fought the urge to leer bitterly at Malik. While she did enjoy her time with Galen, the way Malik handled his arrival just rubbed the Pegasus the wrong way. However, she knew this was important to Galen, so she offered the other human a welcoming face. “So, are you ready to face Galen?”

Malik chuckled and shook his head. “My, my. You have confidence in Galen. That’s good, Galen, you have a cheerleader. All she’s missing is her pom-poms.” He turned and smirked at Jeanne. “Have you ever seen Galen use a sword?” Malik laughed mockingly. “He may be skilled at crafting them, but wielding them is another story.”

Making for the side of the tree, Galen recovered his weapon and re-attached it to his belt. “That’s enough of your venom, Malik. Don’t forget I’ve been training. I’ve come a long way since you first crossed blades with me.” Galen patted his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

“Of course.” Malik ran his hand over his facial hair and smiled in a most unsettling manner. “Still, you’ve got a ways to go till you’re anything close to “good” with a sword.”

Galen pointed to an open area several feet from where they were standing. “Over there, now! Let’s do this!”

Malik’s smile grew. “Good, I see you’re ready. Very well.”

The two men made their way over to the large open grassy area. This place had served host to their previous matches, not to mention it was where Galen did his training with Clang’s grandson Tempered Blade. It was during one of his training sessions with Blade that Malik discovered them. That was how he and Galen first met. Only, calling their relationship friendship would be more than bit of a stretch. Even so, the two enjoyed their matches, despite the fact that Galen found Malik callous and grating most of the time, not to mention arrogant.

These thoughts and impressions stayed with Galen as he unsheathed his sword. Its long silvery blade shimmered in the ambient sunlight.

Jeanne marveled at the craftsmanship of Galen’s blade. She wasn’t completely sure if he had forged it himself or if it was one of Anvil Clang’s. Regardless, she found it to be a very lovely weapon.

Her eye was soon drawn to Galen’s opponent. Malik drew his weapon from its sheath. It was of a similar design to her human friend’s sword, only the blade was a much darker gray color, though it still shinned in the light.

Jeanne brushed a lock of hair from her fringe out of her eyes. She was both excited and extremely nervous. When she and her fellow royal guards used real weapons to train, they also were clad in their armor and would often be issued a shield to use as well, even if the shield was nothing more than a simple wooden one. At least it would work in tandem with the armor to reduce one’s chance of getting hurt during the training exercises. But, Galen and Malik were just wearing simple clothing and had no armor or shields to protect them.

The Pegasus took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her self. Surely, these two knew what they were doing. Though that thought did little to comfort Jeanne. For whatever reason, Malik continued to rub her the wrong way and she didn’t feel he was someone to be trusted. Of course, it could just stem from her being protective of Galen, now that the two were growing a lot more fond of each other.

Galen and Malik sized each other up, holding their blades up at the ready.

“So, Galen, shall we begin, or do you need more time to prepare for your defeat?” Malik taunted with a sly grin.

“Gee, gloating already, Malik? You usually wait till you have the decided advantage to start that.” Galen stood fast, and planted his legs firmly as he prepared to meet his opponent.

Malik lowered his sword for a moment as he shrugged his shoulders. “What can I say, I feel surprisingly confident. I only hope you can say the same. Raaaaaaghh!” Malik raised his sword and charged Galen.

Already expecting this first move from Malik, Galen adjust his stance and placed his other hand on his sword, blocking the attack just as Malik launched it. Their swords struck, but neither one’s grip showed any signs of faltering. “Not bad, Malik. You’re just as aggressive as ever.”

He laughed. “Well, Galen, you make it so easy. But, I can certainly see you’re learning.” Malik grunted a little as he spoke, “But don’t let it go to your head.”

Galen snickered. “Perish the thought. Yahhh!!” He swung his sword as the two began an exchange of blows.

The sound of their clanging blades filled the air and made Jeanne’s ears twitch as she continued watching them share blow after blow.

Malik launched a few of his signature attacks at Galen, but after having sparred with him so many times, his fancy combination of lunges and slashes weren’t nearly as hard to predict as they used to be. In fact, using what he learned from Blade, Galen employed a few moves that Malik wasn’t expecting.

“Rrrr, you’re getting better. A lot better than I ever would have guessed. But no matter…what!?” Malik’s eyes widened as Galen came charging at him. He held his sword straight out. “You wouldn’t!”

“Try me!” Galen shouted as he closed in on Malik. Then instead of stabbing at him, he drew back his sword slightly and thrust it forward. The force of the blow shook Malik driving his weapon form his hand. It spiraled behind him and impaled the ground, sinking into the grass and dirt.

Malik stood there, an incredulous expression on his face. “Well now. You actually got one over on me.”

“How do you like that!” Galen spoke with a forceful nod. “It’s taken me a while to perfect that move.”

“It’s simple, yet effective.” Blast, I got cocky and let my guard down. No matter, Galen doesn’t know all of my moves. Malik grinned. “How about one more go? What do you say?”

“Way to go, Galen! You show him what you’ve got!” Jeanne cheered from under the branches of the maple tree.

Turning her way, Galen smiled and waved. “Thank you, Jeanne.” He looked at Malik and nodded. “Okay, fine. One more round.”

Malik walked over to his sword. Placing his hand upon its hilt, he removed it from the ground and held it aloft. “All right then. Playtime’s over!” He chuckled as he walked back to Galen.

“Fine.” Galen stretched his neck and loosened his shoulders. “I’m ready!”

“He-yahh!” Malik launched a fierce attack, coming off a lot more aggressive than he did during their last exchange. “Hah! Come on, Galen. Do like, Jeanne, said and show me what you’ve got!”

Only showing Malik what he had was easier said than done. At this point, all Galen could do was defend against each of Malik’s attacks. Somehow, Galen’s victory only seemed to fuel his anger and made Malik all the more dangerous, especially since his anger seemed to give him even better focus.

Galen managed to fight off Malik’s last attack and this time he took off running hoping to put some distance between them, so he could mount a counterattack. But it wasn’t proving to be easy. Malik was keeping up very well with Galen. He had only managed to put a slight gap between them. However, it was enough that he could attempt an attack of his own.

Galen firmed the grip on his sword and lunged at Malik. Their blades stuck violently. The two began a sort of dance as they circled each other and struck their blades together, trading blow after blow.

Jeanne felt that nervous feeling return. She swallowed hard as she couldn’t fathom the ferocity Malik was displaying. It was starting to look like Galen got lucky when he disarmed him during their last bout.

“Give it up, Galen. There’s no shame in walking away.” Malik gripped his sword with both hands as he attempted to drive Galen back.

“And leave you to gloat and rub it in my face for the next four weeks? I…don’t…think…so.” Galen strained as he held his sword tightly and continued to push back against Malik’s attempted advance.

Malik snarled and glared bitterly at Galen, anger burning in his gray eyes. “Fine. Have it your way.”

The two resumed exchanging blows until their swords locked again. “This ends now, Galen.” Malik hissed as he pushed Galen back enough that he was able to launch another wave of slashes. “Errragghhh! Eeeyahhh!! Haaaaaa!”

Malik swung his blade, it pushed Galen’s out of the way, allowing Malik’s sword to sail over and cut into his upper right arm.

A hot burning sensation filled Galen’s right arm at the sight Malik’s blade had struck. “Argh.” He grunted loudly in pain as he pulled back. Galen’s arm felt damp as blood began to flow from the freshly inflicted wound. Man that smarts. Malik you son of a… Galen sneered at Malik, and despite the pain he was feeling, he stood his ground. “Come on, Malik. Is that your best? My left arm is my good arm.”

Malik laughed at Galen and shook his head. “Come on now. Good arm or bad arm that wound has to be hurting you. I’d love to continue. But that is going to require medical attention. Besides, it would be unsporting of me to face you any more.” He offered Galen a less than sincere face. “Oh, and I do apologize for that. I over did it a little. What can I say, I don’t like to lose.”

“Yeah, good, great.” Galen set his sword down as he could no longer maintain his bravado and clutched his wounded limb. “Ah, man.”

Jeanne glared, starring daggers into Malik. “Get lost, you creep.”

“I’m already gone. Do see that Galen gets that looked at. I’d hate to not have him to spar with in the future.” Malik snickered as he continued walking away.

“Why, I ought to…” Jeanne heard Galen groan and quickly abandoned her anger for Malik and raced over to his side. “Galen, are you okay?”

“I don’t think so. I’m not sure how deep this cut, but it’s bleeding pretty good.” Her turned to her, blood was seeping out form under his left hand as he continued applying pressure to the cut.

“Oh, Galen.” Concern and worry were heavy in her voice as she tried to find something to wrap his wound with.

“Hang on you two. I’m coming!” Called the familiar rasp of Clang’s voice. He came galloping over to them. “Here.” He presented Jeanne with some cloth bandages.

She took them from him. “Thank you.” Jeanne turned to Galen. “Move your hand so I can bind this for you.”

Galen looked up from his arm and over at Jeanne. He saw the concern in her blue eyes. Jeanne’s heart sank as she saw the worry and pain in Galen’s normally cheery green eyes, while tears of agony forced their way down his face.

“Are you ready?” She asked.

Galen nodded. “Okay, here goes.”

He removed his hand and a surge of blood ran from the wound. Jeanne did her best to stay calm as she started wrapping the cloth around his arm. The panic tried to best her as with each freshly wrapped layer, blood quickly darkened the white material. Jeanne's hooves moved furiously as she finished binding his arm. “There,” she said after tying it off. “That should do.”

Clang shook his head. “Those bandages are nothing fancy, but should control the bleeding. You’d best get him to the hospital and get that tended to.”

Jeanne nodded. “Um is there a wagon or anything?”

“Hey, I’m still alert, and I can walk. It’s not…that far to the hospital. That’s the beauty…of Ponyville…everything is nice and close. Ugh.” Galen grunted, as his arm seemed to burn with pain even from within the shelter of the bandage.

“All right. Come on, Galen. Lean on me if you need to.” Jeanne reached a hoof for him. The concern she had for him was making it hard for her to keep her composure, but she knew she was a royal guard and could steel herself to do what she needed for Galen.

Galen waved a dismissing hand. “I’m fine. I’ll make it too…whoa.” He stumbled a little. “Okay, maybe I am just a little wobbly from the pain.”

Jeanne stayed close to his left side. “Here, put your good arm around me. I’ll help guide your steps.”

“Okay,” Galen replied with a nod.

“Hang in their, Galen. You’ve been through worse,” Clang called out as he scratched his beard. Part of him wanted to tell Galen he told him this might happen, but right now it was crucial that he get medical attention.

Jeanne stayed close to Galen as they made their way as quickly as they could to the hospital. Thankfully, the bandages had greatly slowed the bleeding, buying them the time they needed.