Hope Seeker: Thunder Struck

Seeker was happy to throw the eye patch away after the doctor told him he could stop wearing it. His vision was not completely healed yet, but with a little more time everything would be just fine. A rough looking scar had formed above his eye while the eye patch had hidden that section of skin from view. It was better than losing the eye of course, but it was something that he was going to have to get used to. His ribs were no longer hurting him quite as much, just a little ache here and there but nothing major.

A knock on his door made him swing his head in the doors direction. He was a little dizzy from the distorted view that was still healing in his injured eye, but managed to keep it from throwing him off to bad.

“Who is it?” He asked, knowing full well who it was.

“It’s Lightning.” The pony answered from the other side of the door. Seeker waltzed over and opened the door to let her in. “No longer aspiring to be a pirate?” Lightning asked as she crossed the threshold. Settling herself in one of the mismatch chairs around the coffee table, she produced a file from her saddle bag and placed in on an open area on the table’s surface.

“The pirate’s life was just for me I guess.” Seeker said as he sat in the chair next to her. He pulled the file over to him and began going though its pages. It was a copy of the final report regarding their most recent case. There were a few tags attached to several paged, indicating sections that required some revision. His eyes fell on a particular section regarding the Hellhound encounter. The note attached was simply listed as “How?”

“I believe the Hellhound got summoned from Tartarus, piggybacking off of the portal. When my blood was ‘sacrificed’ in my ritual, it bypassed the spell that was killing the ponies and instead used that power of the portal that the murders were supposed to power. Hellhounds are on the lower tier of demons so a few drops of blood were all the sacrifice the ritual needed.”

“Hellhouds are on the low end of the food chain?” Lightning was shocked to hear that the beast they were forced into fighting was weaker than the majority of the monsters that they could have faced. “That thing would have wiped the floor with us if not for your ice cube.”

“To be honest, it could not have been a problem if I had been more careful. I was so obsessed on catching this guy that I let it cloud my judgment.” Seeker said as he closed the file. He didn’t wasn’t to think of how his fixation was so akin to that of Final Grades’.

“Your obsession was the only thing that got us there in time to stop Tirek from being summoned. Do not blame yourself for what he did using your knowledge either, Hope. You use your magic to help people, not to hurt them for your own gain.” Lightning reassured him as she replaced the file to her pack. “Speaking of, you never did tell me what you did to impress him so much.”

Seeker’s pouting face snapped up to look her in the eye, causing the room to spin slightly with his damaged eye still hindering his perception. “Oh, well I…” Seeker was not comfortable talking about any of his failures in front of her. She was one of the only friends he had after all, and he didn’t want to do anything to threaten that. “I brought a dead plant back to life.”

“That doesn’t sound too impressive.” Lightning scoffed.

“Not compared to the bird I brought back afterwards.” Seeker said, part of his head telling him to keep that information to himself. “I was desperate to get into the school, so I used my blood in a ritual to bring the wood that was used in a piece of paper back to life as the plant it was formed from. The quill supplied the feather for me to reconstruct the bird it was plucked from.”

“Now that is impressive.” Lightning beamed at him. “Just as I said though, even when you are trying to help yourself you managed to bring life back to the dead. You create beautiful things with your magic, and there is no way you could do anything to hurt someone with it.”

“I hope you’re right Lightning. I hope you’re right.”