EquestriaCraft: The Beginning

Chapters

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven

Chapter One

Head throbbing, darkness, a terrible feeling in his stomach, that was how Drake woke. An average pony gamer that lived in Canterlot. It had been a late night and he still felt terribly sick. His brown mane cascaded over his eyes, forcing him to adjust it so it was no bother. His tanned fur quite pale with sickness and his formerly bright green eyes also pale. Struggling in his bed in hopes of comfort, he released a long groan of pain. He stared at his navy colored wall next to his bed. Gaming postures cluttered his walls and of course a brown desk in the corner where his laptop laid closed. It was built for gaming, major processors, a large amount of memory, great hard drive and many other necessities for a gaming computer. He also had his favorite pair of orange headphones off to the side and a mic so he could chat with his friends while he gamed. There was also a gaming center off to the right of his large room where his consoles stayed, but he didn't play them as much as his laptop.

A paper laid beside his bed, and he noticed his mother had to have come before she went to bed. She knew how he liked to read the news. Although his head throbbed in a terrible pain, he reached out to the lamp. Lighting up the room, and stared down at the paper. It was almost mocking the fact that he should have been asleep a few hours ago. However he didn't care and stared at the first page. He wasn't surprised to see the first page, for it paired up with the one from about two years ago. They had finally given up hope of finding some filthy rich pony's son. The search was around for way too long by his guess. Yet Drake had to give them credit, most parents would have gave up ages ago. They were certainly determined by somepony's point of view.

"About time," Drake couldn't help, but to mutter.

He had read about the colt who disappeared perhaps longer ago, for there had been far too many updates. Far too many. Drake was quite sick and tired of them and would only shake his head when ever he was to see the dastardly updates of their pathetic begging. In fact he knew that they spent a lot of money just to find their son, that was just how determined they were in finding him. Yet as much as Drake hated the updates he couldn't help, but wonder what happened to their son. One night he had mysterious disappeared with no ransom or any note entirely, it was indeed strange, but Drake decided to brush it off. He moved his hoof to reach for the black and white paper, but winced. The slight movement had made his stomach ache more. The terrible pains easily erupted from the sickness. It was a sickness where there were hardly any comfortable position that would make a difference. Drake groaned and flopped back comfortably in his bed, his headache slightly escalating until he was laying down facing the ceiling.

"I hate being sick," Drake complained.

Drake moved his hoof and shut off the light, letting the darkness return. His habits would have to wait, for his fever would argue with him if he were to stay up any later. There was also the fact that his mother would be mad if she were to find out he had been up this late while he was sick. The whole day was terrible although he got to stay at home, but he couldn't even game. His headache would overtake him before he even got the chance to play. He wasn't happy with his sickness and wished to get better as soon a possible. Soon Drake flipped onto his right and shut his eyes, keeping them shut. After a long boring time of darkness his mind finally drifted into sleep.

Hours past until Drake woke up later in the night. His eyes slowly opened and he yawned, still feeling slightly sick. However he noticed an odd glow in his room. He looked everywhere, making his headache worst, but his confusion ruled him, his mind determined to find the source of the glow. He winced at the aching pains, but soon noticed his laptop opened, and on. It was very much odd to see it like that.

"What the hay?" Drake whispered, confused.

He had to turn off his computer, keeping it on may cause it to overheat and he didn't want that. With a moan, Drake slid out of his cozy bed. He walked towards his laptop and simply looked at it, very confused.

"What are you doing laptop? Why are you on?" Drake asked, pretty much interrogating his laptop, however soon rolled his eyes, "And of course you can't answer."

He sat up on his chair and looked at his computer to find that even his game was open. One of his favorites, EquestriaCraft. Drake soon thought about his little sister, and soon guessed she woke and stole his laptop while he was asleep. The thing was that his sister was terrible at making it inconspicuous. He looked around at the space around his laptop, nothing was different, that was the thing. His headphones were still to the right side, his mouse still where it was. That was nearly impossible for his sister to achieve. How could one perfectly put something back? Especially his sister who was terrible at being stealthy. Yes, Drake was aware of the mouse pad built into the laptop, but knew his sister hated it. This was all fairly odd and made absolutely no sense to Drake.

He also knew his sister wouldn't want to wake him, especially if he was feeling ill. Even if from time to time she would borrow his laptop, she wasn't like that. Drake looked at his laptop, and soon found his mind drifting. Unable to think and unable to look away. It was as though the game was trying to drag him into playing it, like it had become a deep desire to play. He tried to look away in fact, but found himself getting drawn back in. Soon the rim of his sight began to blacken, slowly making all light fade away. In a matter of seconds all was dark, and Drake was lost in a vale of inky darkness until he was in a slumber-like state.

Pain covered his body when the light returned to Drake's eyes. He groaned, feeling like he had been hit by a sledgehammer. Yet he found his sickness was gone, but what was it worth? Absolutely nothing was the answer for a Drake. His sight was fuzzy, and it took him a good few blinks to actually be able to see. When his eyes sight returned to him and everything looked fine. Yet he knew it wasn't fine. His heart pounded loudly and he gasped, scrambling backwards. Nothing was round, everything was square and he was certainly not in his warm cozy bed.

"What the hell! What the hell! What the hell!" Drake screeched in complete panic.

His mind rushed with possible thoughts. Was it just a simple dream? No he wouldn't feel pain. Was he hallucinating from his illness? Maybe, but he had a feeling not. All Drake knew was that he was in his game, and this was certainly abnormal. His breathing remained at a quick pace and he was completely in terror. He was in an odd place and pretty much trapped if this was real.

"No, no, no," Drake whimpered, soon curling up into a ball.

He was still sore, but also frightened and his mind couldn't register anything possible. It was as though his thoughts ceased to exist, leaving him in a helpless state of terror. Unable to think couldn't think, all he could really do was lay there, unsure of any sort of action to proceed with. For most gamers this may be a dream come true, but after staring at a computer and ending up in EquestriaCraft, Drake wasn't so sure about it anymore. For a while he laid there, terrified. Hours past of him laying in the small meadow, rather helpless and useless. He hadn't even realized it had been longer then he had expected for the sun was beginning to lower. Drake lifted his head seeing a sun descending from the sky. Although his mind still wished to decease all function, he knew he had to calm down.

"I-It will be alright. Besides, I know this game like the back of my hoof. It can't be that bad," Drake motivated himself.

He lifted himself off the grass and onto his now square hooves. Ears pricked he looked around, for he knew of the creatures that lingered in this game. Although terrified and uncertain of his fate, he tried to organize his thoughts. He remembered the things that were explained in the game, like the factor of eating meat, not normal for ponies, but food was scarce, making meat a new and odd option. It was really the only thing that made the game undesirable, but it was still fun non the less.

"Okay, okay, I probably won't be able to find sheep, but I can build myself a small base. Spend the night and come out when morning comes," Drake decided, speaking out load to calm himself further.

He looked at the sun and saw the land begin to darken and transform into the night. His heart began to pound again as he looked around. He had been in this meadow for a while, seeing as it was safe, but with night coming, mobs could move anywhere. Drake knew this all too well and almost wished he didn't. He looked around, hoping that there was some sort of shelter, but saw nothing. Digging underground was an option, but it was as though all of his thoughts as a gamer disappeared. He had a feeling he had no responds and if he were to get killed, he would be doomed. Head spinning and his body still aching with pain, Drake began to stagger away from the forest. It was as though that was all his mind wanted to tell him was that the forest wasn't safe.

He staggered, soon falling back to the ground. He yelped in pain, but quickly got back to his hooves. His concern made him just want to escape from any place they could spawn. He moved as fast as he could, but soon found there was nothing to see. Drake moved slowly, constantly looking around, his heart still pounding with fear. He tried to sooth himself by walking, but soon heard a tiny burst of wind. His head turned and he saw an arrow pass by. Drake turned his head and saw a skeleton pony, a unicorn of course. Its bones held together and no flesh touched its face. It's dark sunken eyes glowed of red and were surrounded by darkness. It looked ten times more terrifying then it did while he was playing. Drake screamed in fear and quickly began to run off, trying to escape the terrorfying monster.

He moved quickly, but could still hear the menacing clacking of bones behind him. Drake was terrified and soon looked back, then ahead to see a forest coming up. He felt as though he had no choice and soon just ran in, but as though punishment for entering, another mob appeared. A zombie in front of him, rotting flesh and of course its loud groan making it obvious. Its shirt and pants were torn and there were spots of flesh missing. It was bloodstained and produced a putrid odor. The zombie growled and groaned, staggering towards the unfortunate pony that met it's presents. It scared him beyond belief, making him startled and only trying to think faster. Drake made a left turn and kept moving, trying to run faster, huffing loudly, but slid to a stop as a large mountain side appeared.

"No, no, no, no! This can't be happening!" Drake exclaimed, looking up the mountain side that blocked him.

He turned, seeing the mobs draw closer, his heart pounding louder. A skeleton who ceased fired and two zombies who seemed pleased that he was trapped between them and a flat wall. Drake reared up against the stone wall, closing his eyes, hoping it would be quick.

So this is how I die, he thought, well at least I go out in my favorite game.

Drake curled up against the wall, waiting for death to come upon him, but then he heard some sounds. It sounded like cutting, his eyes quickly opened and he saw a cloaked figure. Drake was still scared, and only could watch the cloaked figure with curious eyes. He also saw scarlet droplets of blood scatter through the air, staining the green forest grass. For a moment, Drake thought that maybe the mysterious figure was a mob, but shoved the very thought out of his mind. No mob would protect a normal pony. The mysterious figure dropped the sword, sticking into the ground. The figure wore no armor, as though trying not to be seen. It turned to him in such a way that made it seem like a high and mighty hero on the battlefield. Soon it flipped down it's hood, revealing a mess of black mane, grey fur and a horn. His eyes were a stunning blue and he appeared tall. A smirk was on his face.

"Wow, you got lucky buddy," he laughed.

From what Drake could see, he was about his age and seemed like a jerk, but what was said was just true. Drake knew he had gotten lucky, but remained silent. Instead of replying he studied the limp bodies of the mobs who had attempted to kill him. They hadn't despawned at all and were instead just limp figures, except for the skeleton which was a pile of broken greyish bones.

"I come around this area very rarely, so consider this pure luck on your part. Anyways, the name's Crayton, but feel free to call me Cray. So what's your name?" Crayton asked, smiling.

Drake was somewhat shocked, he seemed relaxed by all of this. The stallion had killed the mobs that attacked him and yet was acting as though nothing had recently occurred. Maybe not even a real EquestriaCrafter, or at the very least not a player. This world had been strange after all and Drake knew nothing of it anymore. Well Crayton was waiting for an answer, he was packing away a few things into a saddlebag. From what Drake could see it was a few of the bones that had remained whole, and there weren't many.

"Drake," he answered.

Crayton turned away from the bag and smiled at Drake. It was a nice friendly smile that made Drake feel a little better about what had happened. It was surprisingly calming although Crayton was a complete stranger.

"Well, you can come with me if you want to Drake. 'Cause I am guessing you don't know what your doing," Crayton said.

Drake hesitated, he was confused by Crayton's show of hospitality. Yet the offer was tempting, for Drake was doomed if he were to stay out here, the events that had occurred easily proving such.

"That would be nice, I guess," Drake answered, quite unsure of what else o say.

Crayton was still smiling, "Then lets go."

Crayton picked up his iron sword with his magic, placing it in a leather sheath, and began to walk away. Drake was hesitant, but soon moved and caught up, keeping close to Crayton, feeling like he had no choice. Drake struggled to keep up with Crayton, reason being that he was still quite sore. After being taken to a different world does a lot to a young stallion.

"Can you slow down?" Drake asked from behind Crayton.

Crayton turned his head and looked at Drake's tired face for a few seconds.

"Man, you must have had a big struggle. Yeah, I'll slow down," Crayton answered, slowing his pace.

Drake looked up ahead, seeing no clearings or homes. He scanned the area in hopes to see the house or something in the darkness. It was strange though, for it seemed no mobs came after Crayton had appeared. However Drake choose to ignore it, it wasn't anything important to him anyways, in fact it was better there were no mobs, it meant no troubles. Yet Drake was exhausted for what had happened today, there was so much that happened. He wanted to get to this house and rest for a while. The twosome traveled for a small while that felt like forever to Drake. With each step a slight amount of pain would coarse through his muscles.

"Cray, how much further?" Drake groaned.

Crayton glanced at him then up ahead, "Not too much further buddy. Don't worry, we will be there soon enough."

"Are you sure? Its been a long day and I would like to rest," Drake groaned.

Crayton laughed, "C'mon I know where my house is Drake."

Drake didn't know what to say, so just stayed quiet and followed. They weaved through the trees, the moon just rising higher and higher. Making Drake more and more concerned about the mobs that were probably everywhere. Slowly they seemed to wander aimlessly, but every place was slightly different. However with each step, Drake got more worried that something would attack them. Yet around every corner, odd enough, nothing seemed to occur.

"Don't worry Drake, not much further," Crayton assured him, still smiling.

"Good," Drake breathed.

Soon they came to a clearing, a beautiful one in fact. Surrounded my mountains and many torches on the tops of fence posts. A wooden house with a cobblestone base near the forest. The house looking very well lit and very safe. They turned the corner of the house and there was a large mouth to a cave. It too looked well lit, most likely the place Crayton mined.

"So what do you think?" Crayton asked.

"Its nice," Drake answered briefly.

Crayton opened the wooden door and turned, waiting for Drake to catch up.

"C'mon, you welcomed in," Crayton assured.

Drake smiled weakly, "Thanks."

Drake walked up the cobble steps and into the house. He was exhausted and would like to get some rest.

"Feel free to use the bed, I can take a night shift anyways," Crayton assured.

Drake was somewhat surprised, the hospitality was just plain strange. Maybe all people in EquestriaCraft were like this, since there were many ponies around to meet. However Drake dismissed it for now, feeling very tired. He nodded in thanks and lugged himself towards the bed. He then curled up and fell into a deep undisturbed slumber.

Chapter Two

Hours past, hours of undisturbed sleep that rested the body and allowed it to strengthen. Drake had slept beyond the normal hours of the game and the necessary amount of sleep. His aching body still desired more rest even when his eyes remained closed while his mind began to process. As his eyes began to open, he yawned quietly, although he had gotten plenty of sleep. As he woke he looked at his surrounding, everything was still square and nothing unfortunately looked like his room. It nearly didn't phase him, mostly because it was quite simple. He was unfortunately still in the world of EquestriaCraft, a place where personally didn't want to be. He missed his normal bed and his normal life already, but Drake knew he wasn't getting anywhere just sitting here. It took a few minutes for his mind to function further, and soon enough he remembered last night and how terrible it was.

The mobs, Crayton, the long walk, all of it. Drake looked around the small house with groggy eyes, it was all one room, like most homes in EquestriaCraft. It was also clearly built for survival and not much for looks. Drake looked about, seeing a crafting table and a few furnaces pushed against the wall near the door, by his guess for quick access. There were chests next to it, probably full of materials and of course windows and torches for light. Drake kept searching the area, but saw no sign of Crayton. Soon he took a few minutes to try and remember last night and what Crayton had said before he dozed off to sleep. Soon Drake remembered what Crayton had said, that he was going to watch for the night.

Slowly Drake lifted himself out of bed and onto the wood floor. He hadn't even noticed that the inside floor was wood until now, but it didn't matter. He pushed his brown hair out of his eyes, like he often did every morning. His eyes drifted towards the windows and he glanced outside, only seeing sunlight. Seeing the world bathed in light soothed him and kept him calm. Slowly Drake walked towards the wooden door, opening little by little and peaking out. When he saw nothing, he walked out onto the small deck outside. He looked around, slowly getting away from the house, still scared of the mobs. Even though he knew they didn't spawn during the day, but there were still spiders and creepers to be on the look out for. Drake looked at the mouth of the cave, it concerned him a lot, just it being there made his skin crawl. As he watched he didn't notice anything at all. His mind pondered where Crayton had gone off to considering he didn't appear to be outside.

"Roar!" A loud call erupted from behind Drake, making him jump

With a yelp, Drake whipped around only to see the face of Crayton, who didn't appear very tired. He only looked a little weary and had probably been waiting for him to wake. Crayton snickered for a few seconds, not even noticing that Drake was frowning. He didn't appreciate the scare, even if it woke him up a lot more then anything else could at the moment.

"Did you have a good sleep?" Crayton asked after he stopped laughing.

"Yeah, but why did you scare me?" Drake asked in a tiny growl.

Crayton rolled his eyes and smiled, "To keep you on your hooves. There are a lot of mobs and the way you handled yourself last night proved that you will need some training."

Drake was about to retort, but it was impossible. It was the truth, he was different to this, this was true survival, not his petty game. Last night he ran away like a scared little foal. If he was in this world and fighting, he would have done ten times better.

"Yeah, I guess you could say I am a total noob when it comes to this stuff," Drake agreed.

Crayton gave him an odd look and cocked his head, "Noob? What the hay does that mean?"

Drake looked up, almost about to laugh, until he saw the serious look on Crayton's face. Drake didn't know what to say, they didn't know the same slang terms as the ponies in his world did. Drake had a moment to think about what to tell Crayton, and was worried about the other gamer terms he might use. Drake wanted to be cautious and not get in trouble with other ponies and his words.

"Oh, it just means newbie where I come from," Drake answered, trying to not sound suspicious.

He didn't want Crayton to know that he came from a different world. The reason being was that he was concerned he wouldn't receive further help or he may think he was some crazy. That was the last thing Drake wanted was for Crayton to think he was crazy. Even if Crayton believed him, it would maybe become a disadvantage if it turned out he couldn't trust Crayton. Coming to this new world made Drake paranoid and kept him wary about others. It would certainly take some time to adapt to.

"Hmm, weird," Crayton whispered. "So where do you come from anyways?"

Drake took a few minutes, unsure of what to tell Crayton. He couldn't just burst out and say Canterlot, there was a high chance Crayton had no idea where that was, and there was also a chance that Crayton knew a high majority of the places in EquestriaCraft. All this made it hard to think of something convincing.

"Honestly, I don't remember," Drake lied.

Crayton laughed, "You must've gotten so scared you forgot."

Drake just laughed falsely, not liking the joke that Crayton made. The mocking joke only made him feel worst about last night and how he had to be saved. All that had happened made him feel helpless and quite useless until he learned how to defend himself. Soon he just looked at his hooves, unsure of what to say anymore. The very sight made Crayton frowned, clearly feeling a little bad for the cruel joke.

"Sorry, I just was trying... to uh... lighten the mood," Crayton sighed.

"It's okay, I understand," Drake answered, trying to make Crayton not feel bad. "Anyways, thanks for the hospitality."

Crayton smiled at him again, "It was no problem. Besides you needed the help."

Drake just nodded and smiled back, even though what was said before was rude. He looked around the area, happily seeing it was well lit. The sunlight making it a lot easier to see the area. Tall mountains surrounded a majority of the place and the forest behind the house. There was also of course the large cave to the right of the house. It's large mouth revealed a lot of it, but unfortunately he could see no ore from where he was.

"So how was the watch?" Drake asked, trying to be polite.

"Fine, however I did come in and slept for a while on the floor," Crayton said, stifling a yawn. "Anyways, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know," Drake answered.

Crayton just smiled, "How about we go hunting? That was the reason I was out there."

Drake's stomach ached with hunger, in fact he hadn't even thought about it. Drake knew that he may have to get use to eating meat. It made his stomach ache with the disgusting thought. However Drake didn't mind if they were to go now, it wasn't a big issue anyways.

"Hungry huh?" Crayton asked.

Drake lifted his head, surprised that Crayton had noticed. By Drake's guess, Crayton was observant, but it did make sense. Living in a world like this was concerning and was something to be adapted to.

"Yeah," Drake admitted.

Crayton just smiled and began to walk over to the house. He looked back, just pausing in front of the door.

"Listen you can get something to eat while I have a nap. Staying up all night made me tired," Crayton offered.

Drake just nodded in agreement. He quickly caught up Crayton, standing at his side. Well they walked, everything was quiet. Drake thought about his home and how his friends wouldn't see him again, or did time freeze? Drake had no awareness what happened while he was in this world. Drake was still for the idea that this was some sort of coma or something however. His rational mind was still battling out the details, like how he felt pain. Yet everything seemed far too real to him, which made him worry about actually being stuck in his favorite game. At this point Drake was flabbergasted at such an idea.

This is impossible, simply impossible. How could I get sucked into EquestriaCraft? It is hard to believe this might be real. I feel everything and that isn't how a dream works. What about mom? Dad? Lily? They are probably all worried sick, unless if this is some sort of weird paradox. Is there a reason why I am here? I doubt it, this is just an anomaly, Drake though.

"Hey? Drake!" Crayton called.

Drake snapped away from his thoughts and looked to see Crayton, "Oh, um, sorry wasn't paying attention."

"Obviously. Anyways what do you want to eat? I can get it before I go to sleep," Crayton asked.

"Oh, just something small is fine," Drake answered, not wanting to feel like a pest.

"How does an apple sound? I got a lot being by the forest," Crayton asked.

Drake just nodded and climbed the steps. He walked through the wooden door where Crayton was rummaging through a chest, probably looking for the apples. Drake just sat down and waited until Crayton plucked a bright red apple out of the chest. Like most EquestriaCraft apples, it wasn't round and instead pixelated like everything else. He tossed it the Drake, who instantly caught it. He looked at the shiny red apple, it made his stomach rumble and his desire to eat it heighten.

"Thanks," Drake said.

Crayton just smiled, "Don't worry about it, eat up while I get some sleep."

Drake just nodded and watched as Crayton dragged himself over to the bed and flopped down on it. He did seem pretty tired after all. Drake pricked his tanned ears and crept towards the door. He wanted to eat outside, maybe scan the area and get to know it better. Plus it would be easier not to disturb Crayton if he were outside. Slowly Drake opened the brown door, slipping through the tiny crack, holding his apple. He closed it behind him and walked down the stairs and onto the green grass. He hoped Crayton wouldn't sleep long, for it was almost noon. Drake sighed and took a bite of the apple. It made a crunching, snap-like noise. The sweet juice entered his mouth, making him smile for the taste was still the same to that of a normal apple. He had slept for a long time, too long for him. Yet he felt strengthened and refreshed, with his well rested mind, Drake could focus a lot better then before.

Last night was rough. I arrived here out of no where, I met Crayton, I came here and I am still stuck here. Crayton is still a little, strange. His hospitality is appreciated, but it seems odd and random. He might have his reasons, but it is strange to me. Definitely not normal, Drake thought.

Drake sighed again and took another bite. His predicament was dire and chances to escape his game were slim. This wasn't how he would play, in fact it was no longer a game. Drake knew that there were no respawns now, it was survival, pure survival. He knew that same probably was the same for Crayton also. He looked around at the mountains for a long time. Studying the heights and seeing where the escape routes were located. He didn't see many in the time he had, only two ways that could be possible ones. He finished his apple slowly, taking a large amount of time to consume it, and for a while he studied the mountains until he heard some footsteps. He turned his head and saw Crayton.

"You ready to go?" He asked.

"Yeah," Drake answered.

Crayton gave him an odd look, "You okay?"

Drake debated to tell him or not. He knew that Crayton had helped him a lot, but decided against it. It was just a matter he didn't want to ponder on for a while. Drake's concerns ruled him and that was what made his decision, his desire not to be judged.

"Yeah, I am fine," Drake answered.

"You sure?" Crayton asked.

"I am fine," Drake said in a bit of a growl.

Crayton gave him a concerned look, but soon didn't bother to push for an answer.

"Lets go," he said while he walked towards the forest.

Chapter Three

Slowly they head towards the forest, even though the sun was descending. However the twosome saw that there was enough time to work with. The forest seemed dark and spooky, but Drake knew it was from the trees, but the shade meant the possibility of mobs attacking them.

"Hey Crayton, what about me, I have no weapons."

Crayton laughed, "Don't worry, I am one step ahead. Hope you can manage with stone, I have no more iron."

Drake nodded while Crayton passed him the stone sword. The sword was a little heavy and was certainly not something to swing fast. For a second Drake spread his wings for balance, but adjusted fast. The fast adjustment was abnormal and certainly a weird feeling. The sudden shift felt odd and Drake wasn't use to this kind of stuff.

Is this what happens around here? I know I couldn't have lifted that well, impossible. It has too be something to do with being here. Maybe even because I have been here for almost a day, Drake thought.

Drake put the blade down for a second, "So where are we going?"

"There's a lot of animals in the woods. So I guess just around the house, the thing is I haven't had time to hunt in a while unfortunately," Crayton answered.

Drake nodded and picked the blade back up. His mind pondered the fact that he may still have to eat meat, which was something he wasn't inclined to doing. He then began to follow Crayton into the forest, staying close. He didn't want to get lost and decided to stay near Crayton.

"Anyways, why did you snap at me?" Crayton asked, turning with a curious look upon his face.

"I was just moody, that's all," Drake answered, just addible through the handle of the blade.

Crayton just nodded and kept moving, his blade being held by a sheath. Drake looked at the sheath, he could just make out faintly worn symbols in the leather. Drake couldn't read the letters or understand the symbols. That was when he realized it was Craftian, the language used in the game.

"So Crayton, where do you come from?" Drake asked, putting his blade down for a moment, getting annoyed with talking throw the handle.

"Uhh, it's not important," Crayton asked.

Crayton's tone sounded sad, like it was something hard to talk about. For Drake, Crayton was still a stranger and a strange one at that. It messed with Drake, the weird hospitality was the main thing. Most ponies took a while in the attachment department, but Crayton already seemed a little like a friend. Drake studied the way Crayton looked ahead, not willing to met him eye to eye.

"But it's just seems your sheath has some symbols on it, I am just curious," Drake said in his own defense.

"Well just drop it," Crayton snapped, and kept moving.

Drake just watched Crayton for a second, quite confused. One of the reason being is that one moment Crayton could be outgoing and nice, the next, snappy and rude. Drake could make no sense of it, the behavior of Crayton was just so odd. Instead of persisting, he picked up his sword and quietly followed Crayton deeper into the forest. Drake had no intentions to anger Crayton further by pushing for an answer. There was no talking afterwards, for Crayton obviously didn't want to talk after the question was asked.

I answered his question, why won't he answer mine? Is it too personal, maybe he has bad memories of his former home. I shouldn't push him, that would be stupid and might make him mad, Drake thought.

Drake stayed close, making sure not to lag far behind and get lost in the abundance of darkly colored oaks. They had been walking for a while now and the sun was descending farther and farther down. It made Drake nervous seeing the sun begin to fall from the bright blue sky, for it meant night would soon be upon them. After his first night experience, Drake absolutely didn't want to be out after dark. Most of the time, being afraid of the dark was childish, but in a world like this, one couldn't help, but to fear the night. The images of the two creatures he had encountered were still fresh in his mind and still menacing. The very thoughts bringing shivers to him and gave him a sense of fear. Drake even found that he was looking behind himself a lot, just out of fear the creatures would come. He looked straight ahead and saw Crayton peering around one of the oak trees. His lips thinned out into a smile.

"There is a cow up ahead. I will go first around, if it passes me, kill it," Crayton whispered.

Drake nodded, not wanting to make any noise that could scare the animal away. He watched as Crayton weaved through the trees and out of sight. During the time, Drake decided to take a look at the cow while he waited for Crayton to attack. Carefully he peered around the tree, he felt somewhat scared to. He was scared he would mess up the hunt and scare the cow away, and make Crayton mad. He didn't want to disappoint Crayton or seem like more of a newbie then he already was. He carefully peeked, seeing the black and white pelt of the cow. When Drake continued to look, he saw the cow's innocent eyes looking at him. It just stood and watch, as though it knew. It seemed as though it knew and was begging for mercy.

Slowly Drake retreated from the line of sight, his heart pounding in fear of killing the cow. Even if they desired food, it was just terrible to think of having to kill the innocent creature now. Drake felt nervous and wished that he didn't have to kill the cow. Time seemed to slow for second when he heard the sound of the creature's distress. Drake looked behind the tree and saw a limb black and white body on the ground. He also saw Crayton quickly gathering the body's meat.

"We got her," Crayton called.

Drake gulped and walked out, acting as though he hadn't looked into the cow's innocent eyes. Blood covered the grass in a pool around the cow. Drake figured it wouldn't be like the game where beef just dropped for it was highly unlikely, pus the mobs before had proved the fact. This world was like a more realistic version of the game he loved to play. The terrible smell of blood hit him, making him feel sick. He wasn't use to the smell at all and had hoped never to smell blood. The metallic odor made his stomach ache and created a lump in his throat. Drake of course didn't realized he had gone pale with a nauseated feeling. Just seeing the crimson blood on Crayton's blade made him feel sick. He didn't like any of it one bit and wish he had stopped the deat of the cow.

"Hey, you okay? You look, pale," Crayton asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah I am fine, just not use to the smell," Drake answered.

"Well that's surprising, since I found you on your own. I presumed you would have had to hunt, you were alone after all," Crayton commented.

Drake didn't say anything and instead quietly waited for Crayton to take the lead home. The sun was still descending and the day was closing. The forest in fact was becoming rather dark, and spooky. The feelings of fear, guilt and regret made Drake feel even more sick. He feared the night, he felt guilty for letting the cow die and he regretted even coming out here.

"Shit, it's getting dark," Crayton muttered in frustration. "C'mon, we should hurry."

Crayton began to move, but Drake still felt a little nauseated from the smell. His head lifted and he saw Crayton starting to move, probably heading back. Drake quickly scurried afterwards, trying to catch up to Crayton. It took a few seconds until he was at Crayton's side. Drake dragged his hooves, slowly keeping up to Crayton. Each step seemed shaky and nervous, as though it would be far too loud, when really it was only the feelings that were storming his mind and tearing away at his thoughts.

"Drake hurry up, the mobs will spawn any minute now," Crayton growled.

Drake looked up and quickly caught up, trying to keep in pace with Crayton. Even though his focused drifted from the last thoughts of the cow and the way it looked at him. It constantly made Drake turn around, hoping it didn't actually die at the end of Crayton's sword. Yet he knew it was hopeless, he had seen the limp body and the blood at the end of Crayton's blade. He kept walking, still looking behind him, until he felt something hit his chest. He turned his head and saw Crayton pushing him backwards.

"Hey, what are-"

"Shhh, there is an enderpony right around this tree," Crayton hissed.

Drake for a moment felt his heart beat speed up. He remembered those scary purple eyes from when he would actually play the game. Enderponies were strong mobs that were quite powerful, mostly because they could teleport. When he played, he feared meeting one at the start of a world, and now in the game, they had to be ten times more terrifying. Drake decided to take a look though, he was curious to see it. Slowly he looked around the corner seeing a tall black figure. The creature's head turned towards them, making Drake jump back behind the tree. He knew what happened if they saw you looking at them. They would get mad and start teleporting around in attempts to kill whatever looked at it.

"Okay listen, these creatures aren't too hostile unless you look at you. Nopony know whys, but their best guess is something with their brains. So look down and don't look at it! One glance and it will go on the attack, so be careful," Crayton explained.

Drake just nodded and watched as Crayton began to move. He studied the way he walked, looking at his hooves and not even straight ahead. He also seemed to try and be quiet also to make sure not to be found. Drake gulped, he was nervous to be walking near the enderpony. They had a dangerous reputation and every gamer knew it too. He watched and saw Crayton's hoof move, telling him to come over to where he was. Drake's neck felt hot, mostly because he was nervous, the last thing he wanted was to be the reason a dangerous mob attacked them! Slowly he looked down and began to move his hooves slowly in the direction of Crayton. His hooves shuffled against the grass, and feeling very nervous at the same time. He glanced up to see how far he was. He wasn't even half way there and it just made him all the much more nervous. Well he didn't pay attention, his hooves tripped over a stick and soon enough he fell to the ground. Drake had seen the stick, but hadn't even realized how much he was shuffling his hooves.

He glanced up to try and find out where Crayton was, but instead found himself staring into purple eyes. Drake yelped and jumped back. The enderpony released a high-pitch screech as it opened its mouth and soon it lowered to an odd twisted noise. Drake's heart pounded, the noise was terrifying coming from the real thing. He quickly got to his hooves and moved away from the menacing creature. As he tried to escape he could already hear combat, turning he saw Crayton fighting the creature. He slashed across the enderpony's chest. The enderpony yowled in pain, swinging it's arms at Crayton. In a frenzy of strikes he watched as Crayton got bashed in the head. Crayton stumbled and got hit again against a large oak tree. Drake pricked his ears and heard Crayton let out a groan of pain. The enderpony seemed please and lifted Crayton up by his right back leg with ease. From Drake's point of view, Crayton looked like a rag doll.

The enderpony opened it's jaws and drew closer towards Crayton's currently limp body. Drake knew he didn't want to see anymore blood for today and could see a drizzle of purple blood on the ground. Drake knew that he couldn't sit their and watch as the enderpony prepared to feast on Crayton. His heart pounded with fear, but he knew he had to kill the creature. With a gulp he ran forward, angling his sword to puncture the enderpony's flesh. With loud steps hitting the ground, Drake charged at the creature in hopes of getting a lucky shot. He closed his eyes, not desiring to see the purple blood splatter across the ground. The creature heard Drake's movements, looked back for a second, but it was too late. The stone sword stabbed into the side of the enderpony. For a brief moment there was a tiny yowl of pain from the creature, until death came knocking. Drake could feel the creature go limp at the end of his stone sword, causing dropped the sword, backing away, and whipping the purple blood off his face.

A pool of purple blood formed around the wound and covered the enderpony's black skin. Purple blood covered the grass and a few unlucky trees that were near the limp body.

I killed it. I killed it, Drake thought, but soon realized that he had actually killed it!

Yet the celebration was short lived when he heard another groan of pain. His head turned and he saw Crayton still on the ground. There was a cut above his eyebrow and it seeped blood. Drake quickly scurried over to Crayton, hovering over him. He was worried, worried that Crayton had gotten hit so hard in the head, that he was amnesia. It was a long shot coming from hitting a tree, but still possible none-the-less.

"You okay?" Drake asked.

"I am fine, just a little hurt, and I have a major headache," Crayton laughed

Drake laughed a little, his smiled widen, he had killed the enderpony and saved Crayton. He felt as though he had redeemed himself from what happened on the first night. It felt good not to feel useless and it made him wish he could do more to help out. Crayton slowly lifted himself off the ground and lifted his sword, putting it in his sheath. Crayton smiled, and looked through the trees.

"Lets get back. Get your sword and we will head back," Crayton decided.

Drake nodded, a wide smile remained on his face and he knew it would for a while. Quickly he grabbed the handle of his blooded sword, pulling it out of the limp body. Carrying it in his mouth as he followed Crayton through the trees. A smile was pierced on Drake's face, he felt proud of himself for saving Crayton. It was as though a favor was given back, since Crayton had saved him before. The rest of the night wasn't nearly as bad. No other mobs attempted to attack them and it was quite nice. They soon got back into the house and Drake began to put everything away.

"I am going to be right back," Crayton said, glancing at Drake for a second.

Drake looked at Crayton and nodded. He still felt proud of himself and was quite tired after the long day. His emotions were somewhat spiraling, from being proud of killing an enderpony to the thoughts of the cow.

"Also clean that blade, it will make a mess. You can use the leather on the crafting table," Crayton added.

He nodded again and watched as Crayton left the house. Drake wasn't sure why he was leaving, but thought nothing of it. he knew sometimes ponies had personal things to take care of. If Drake were to guess, he would guess that Crayton was simply checking the defenses before they slept. Drake stopped pondering the thought and instead he tended to cleaning his blade with an old rag like Crayton had told him. He rubbed off the blood with the slightly damp water. He guessed Crayton had planned to clean his blade also when he got back from whatever he was doing. He decided to wait for him to return and quietly kept working in the small house. For the time being he knew this was also his home, a space where he felt safe.

Chapter Four

The morning sun shone through the windows, lighting the small house. The light shone though the window closest to Drake, shinning in his eyes. Drake groaned, yawning loudly, the sun irritating his eyes enough to wake him. He hadn't stayed up too late, yet he still wasn't use to wake up at sunrise. He stretched out his body and heard a thud.

"Ow!" Crayton muttered.

Drake peered over the bed side and saw the familiar grey unicorn with a black mane on the floor. Drake soon remembered that he and Crayton were forced to share a small bed. He felt a little bad for pushing Crayton out of bad, yet he couldn't help, but to laugh a little. It was mostly the way Crayton was rubbing his head.

"Sorry," Drake laughed.

Crayton just smiled, "Maybe we should get some supplies. I would prefer not to be pushed out of bed every morning personally, besides, we have hardly any room in that bed as it is."

"Yeah, only if I didn't come on short notice," Drake laughed, sliding out of the bed.

Crayton stood up and walked over to his chest, opening it and peering inside. He rummaged around it for a while. He pulled away from it with a concerned face.

"What's wrong?" Drake sighed, figure there was something to be done.

"Um, we need wool," Crayton answered briefly.

"How much?"

"Two more pieces, but I am still a little tipsy after being hit against a tree," Crayton grumbled.

Drake just nodded, being thankful he wasn't the one who got slammed into a tree by an enderpony. Last night just seeing it made him know it had to hurt. Drake even remembered the loud thunk of Crayton slamming against the stiff tree trunk. He glanced outside, seeing nothing stir about the field. It soothed him to know that another enderpony wasn't waiting for them outside for seeing the creature once was enough for Drake. The heartless purple eyes and dark body was a ghostly combination, especially with the fact it could teleport.

"Well, we have to get started sooner or later and this is the best time to start. We have all day after all," Drake suggested.

Crayton just nodded, opening the chest and grabbing the swords. He tossed Drake the stone one, and he took the iron sword, putting it in his sheath. Drake picked up the sword, setting it against the wall, waiting for Crayton's commands. He turned and noticed Crayton looking at his side. Drake cocked his head, not sure why Crayton was looking at him in a curious way. The eyes of his friend seemed to burn into his side, like what commonly happened when somepony was looking at Drake. He didn't know why, but being looked at in such a way made him nervous.

"What?" Drake asked, trying to get Crayton to stop looking at him.

"Can you fly?" Crayton asked curiously.

Drake slightly unfolded his wings, studying them. They were tanned with pixellated feathers that cascaded downwards making a hollow area for wind to be caught. Drake slight opened his wings, stretching them out for a better view of the feathers. He had never thought about flying this entire time. He didn't even think of his wings for nothing more then helping with balancing. Even before he got trapped here, he hadn't been big on flying. Although he was a pegasus, he was afraid of heights, unless there was solid ground close below his hooves. There was also the fact he wasn't use to this world, even though his feathers had pixellated edges, it seemed so different from the average curved sides he had seen so many times before.

"I never really thought of it," Drake answered.

"Only if you remembered your past, at least then you might be able to fly," Crayton sighed.

Drake's stomach seemed to twist as Crayton reminded him of the lie he had told. It wasn't that long ago, but Drake now felt terrible for lying to Crayton, but he still wasn't ready to tell him. Drake knew or what other ponies had said about lying, that the longer a pony doesn't hear it, the worst it gets. Although he had never thought the theory was true for he had lied to Lily dozens of times and always thought it was funny for her to think he was telling the truth. He felt like this was different, that since this was survival, honesty would be better. He remembered that in some survival cases, you could only a trust a pony by their word, and this was one of those cases. No one in this world would recognize him, thus Crayton couldn't find out the truth and wasn't that safe enough? Drake decided not to tell Crayton, only because he wasn't completely sure about him. For the time being he folded his wings and allowed the guilt of lying to burn inside him.

"Yeah, too bad," Drake agreed.

Crayton smiled at him, "Well you could try, like you never know."

Drake looked at him, "But I don't know how to fly! I don't even remember the basics, if I even learned to fly before this. What is I get hurt?"

Drake didn't want to fly, mostly because he wasn't the best with heights. For a pegasus that was embarrassing, considering they were made to fly. All of this combined caused him not to trust his wings when it came to lifting him high in the sky, so he never did so. Although mocking comments about his lack of flying ability often came his way during school, he would just ignore them and stick by his gamer friends or get absorbed in a book.

"C'mon Drake, do you want me to push you out of the bed? Plus I have saved you from lets see, a zombie, a skeleton and an enderpony," Crayton insisted.

"Hey more like I saved you from that enderpony! You almost got eaten by it!" Drake exclaimed.

"Okay then, but lets see, I did invite you into my house until your able to head home," Crayton smiled mischievously. "And I can also kick you out at any time."

Drake gasped, his mouth gaped for a few seconds. Soon he just frowned and released an annoyed sigh. Crayton had made it impossible for him to argue anymore, he didn't want to be kicked out. This place was his only safety from mobs and probably other ponies in this world! There was also the fact that the only pony he knew well enough to trust was Crayton and getting kicked out would cause a dent on the trust department. Although Drake feared heights, he knew that he had no choice, he didn't want to get kicked out!

"Fine, I will try to fly," he groaned.

Crayton smiled, knowing he had won, "Then its settled, you will try to fly."

Crayton walked out of the door, waiting for Drake. Drake released a sigh and picked up the stone sword, heading outside and onto the deck. He saw the field and guessed that was where he would try to take off. He could already feel the fear entering him.

Its okay, Crayton never said I had to go high, Drake thought trying to sooth himself.

Crayton stood in the middle of the field, still smiling. Drake was still on the deck, frozen in thought, and he couldn't help. He simply breathed in then out, and slowly he walked down the stairs and towards Crayton.

"Well I don't know much about flying being a unicorn and all, but my friend told be it's about rhythm if that helps," Crayton said.

Drake looked up at the sky, his stomach feeling queasy just at the thought of flying. Even the fact Crayton told him didn't help one bit. At home he wouldn't fly that high, not even that high off the ground, maybe slightly to reach a high shelf, but not high at all. He put his stone sword to the side, already well aware it was maybe too heavy to carry while he practiced.

"Do I really have to do this?" Drake groaned.

"Yes," Crayton answered briefly.

Drake took a few seconds trying to think of an objection, but knew none would keep his secret and he would just end up in another lie. Drake didn't make anymore complaints and instead stretched out his wings, motioning them up and down. At first he began slowly and soon began to speed up. Drake then felt himself start to lift off from the ground, his hooves soon floating a few centimeters away from the grass, which was a big deal to Drake. He sped up, rising higher and higher, but as he ascended higher into the sky, the more fear gripped his mind. He kept going higher, however when he was ten blocks off the ground, he was beginning to feel even more scared. Never had he flew this high off the ground! He no longer focused on the rhythm and instead stared at the ground.

Drake went a little higher and soon yelped as his rhythm left and he began to wobble in the air. He soon tried to scramble for the ground, knowing he shouldn't continue, but his wings stiffened and be began to fall. His fear getting a tight grip on Drake as he tried to open his wings, but they seemed frozen where they were. Crayton who was once smiling, began to frown when Drake began to fall.

I'm falling! I'm gonna die! Drake thought, closing his eyes shut.

Drake thrashed in the air, making him flip in the air, his wings soon clinging to his sides and not budging. Eventually Drake gave up and let the wind engulf him while he fell, seeing a dim amount of hope. Crayton however began to act fast, focusing his magic to slow Drake's fast decent from the air. His horn glowed slightly, fizzling and popping. He tried to focus and unfortunately partly failed and Drake hit the ground on his back. However although the impact of the fall was great, Drake was still alive. Drake groaned as soon as the dust settled around him. His back hurt and moving his wings made him wince. He could barely hear footsteps coming towards him over the ringing in his ears that was shortly inaudible.

"Drake! Drake, are you okay?" Crayton asked, as he loomed over Drake.

Drake could feel pain all his back, a few small rocks stabbing into his back. He groaned once again, taking a few minutes to regain his senses. His head hurt and his wings felt a jabbing pain with every movement.

"I... am okay... I think," Drake groaned.

"What happened? You were doing so well," Crayton asked.

"I'm-I'm-I'm," Drake sighed, "I'm afraid of heights."

Crayton just frown and shook his head, "Why didn't you just say something? I wouldn't have insisted if I knew."

At first Drake wasn't sure how to answer Crayton. The embarrassment of admitting his fear of heights made the pit of his stomach ache. He wished he had no need to admit such a thing for the fear embarrassed him quite greatly. Haunting him from the constant teasing and mockery.

"Sorry, but I didn't know what to say. I am meant to fly and yet I am afraid of heights," Drake objected, frowning.

Crayton just smiled, "Listen Drake, I am a unicorn and I don't know any other spells other then levitating."

"What?" Drake said.

Drake was flabbergasted to find out that Crayton only knew one spell. It didn't seem likely, he seemed to knowledgeable, yet he only knew one spell. He had seemed like the kind of pony who would know spells would be useful in his survival, yet he lacked the knowledge of even knowing teleportation. Drake just stood there, surprised to find out the pair they were. A pegasus who was afraid of heights and a unicorn who only knew one spell.

"You heard me, I only know levitating. I am also not that strong with my magic, as you can tell," Crayton laughed.

Drake nodded in agreement. It was clear Crayton wasn't very strong with magic, the pain in his wings proved it. Crayton extended his hoof and assisted Drake back to his hooves. When Drake was on his hooves he winced, his wings hurting the most. They had taken a lot of the impact off his back and slightly his head, making them a little damaged. There were a few cuts on his wings from rocks that had jabbed into them. The rocks tore the skin slightly, only allowing a sliver of crimson blood to appear, nothing a little attention couldn't handle.

"You still able to move?" Crayton asked.

"Yeah," Drake groaned,"But it hurts a lot."

"Then we will take it easy, we won't go far," Crayton suggested.

Drake moved slowly, following Crayton. His back felt sore from the fall and the slightest movement of his wings made him wince, but every time he thought of that, he thought how Crayton nearly got killed by an enderpony and kept moving. He had even gotten up after being attacked by the creature. Drake struggled to keep up with Crayton as he entered the forest, mostly from the weight of the stone sword he held. Crayton looked at him, a concerned look on his face.

"Maybe you should rest, I don't think you should be moving after an injury like that," Crayton suggested, re-thinking his plans.

"No, I am fine, I can move," Drake objected.

Crayton stopped, and glared, "Don't be stubborn, I can tell your struggling, just think how long I have been out here. I have seen travelers with less say something."

"I am fine," Drake muttered, continuing to move along.

"Drake, c'mon, if you don't stop, it might get worst," Crayton added, catching up quickly. "A few minutes ago you said you think so, well I think your hurt."

Drake rolled his eyes. "Crayton, I am fine."

Crayton just shook his head, a little irritated. "Well don't come complaining if you get worst."

Drake just shrugged while Crayton took lead. They traveled through the forest in silence, both irritated by the other. Drake somewhat regretted saying he was fine. His whole back would erupt in pain every time he took a step forward. Making him lag quite far behind Crayton. He didn't bother asking him to slow down, he knew that he wouldn't be happy hearing that, instead he urged himself forward. Attempting to catch up to Crayton, but unfortunately Drake stumbled and failed at catching up. Crayton turned his head and groaned as he stopped, allowing Drake to catch up.

"Thank Notch that it isn't worst," he grumbled.

Drake lifted his head and looked at Crayton. Drake had heard of Notch many times, him being the infamous creator of his favorite game. He thought for a second, and figured that Notch was possibly the supposed God of EquestriaCraft. However knew that it was pointless for he knew practically nothing about this world, other then the small tidbits Crayton had told him.

"Notch?" Drake asked, hoping to get more information.

"Really?" Crayton laughed.

He soon began to howler when he saw Drake's serious face. Drake just felt embarrassed now to even ask the question, even if he "lost" his memory. It made him wonder how famous Notch was in this world.

"I can't believe it, you must have hit your head or something. Anyways, Notch is the creator of Craftia and is the main god. There is only one other important one in god history though," Crayton explained.

Drake cocked his head, "Who exactly?"

"Herobrine," Crayton answered briefly.

Drake was surprised at what this world had stirred up once again. He had heard of the mythical human-like mob that was believed to rule the nether and be pure evil. Yet, he didn't exist in EquestriaCraft, while at least that was what was believed. There were gamers who claimed to see the mistake that was accidentally added into the game, but they were never believed, there were mod packs, but the creature never truly existed.

"Herobrine?" Drake asked, hoping to get some sort of story.

"Yeah, he gained his powers mysteriously and was believed to have always had been a unicorn. Since he was considered godly, he thought he should have earned wings. However every story I heard states Notch denied granting him wings, making him only half a god. In the end Herobrine stalked off, and wasn't heard much of after that. I don't know the full story myself, but a priest would," Crayton explained the best he could.

"How do you know he is real?" Drake asked.

"I don't," Crayton answered simply.

Crayton looked up through the trees and sighed. It was getting dark and they would be forced to head back to the house.

"We have to head back," Crayton groaned.

Drake could tell that he was very happy with finding nothing in the forest. Just two more pieces of wool and they wouldn't have to attempt once again to share a cramp bed. With a failed hunt they would have to stalk through the trees once again in hopes of not being attacked by any mobs. During this time Drake just followed Crayton, not bothering to make a conversation.

So they do exist in Cratia, I guess. Well I guess I don't know this world as well as I thought. I am doomed if I don't learn more. I have only seen three mobs, and no more. I just have to hope I can pry more out of Crayton.

"Hey Crayton, is there anything else I should know about Cratia?" Drake asked.

Crayton stopped and turned his head, "Umm, I don't think so."

"Also, one more question," Drake said, "Why do you live out here and not in a town?"

"I am just better off on my own, that's all," Crayton answered in a grim voice, not explaining his past.

Drake just decided to be quiet, he remembered what happened a few times when he pushed for answers. This was something that may involve his past and Crayton didn't seem to keen on wanting to explain his past. He knew that he would long to knew why Crayton showed a great hatred in telling his past, but he didn't push. Drake just frowned and followed Crayton, his back still a little sore and his wings lesser then before also. They soon returned back home, seeing as they hadn't traveled very far. They went into the house, and the moon was already up.

"To be honest, I am willing to sleep on the floor so I don't get pushed off the bed again," Crayton laughed.

Drake smiled, "Well you might end up there in the morning again anyways."

Chapter Five

The night was silent and no audible noise was made. The perfect conditions for an undisturbed sleep, yet Drake just couldn't sink into an undisturbed slumber. Although his eyes weary, his mind buzzed with an abundance of thoughts. He stared up at the wood ceiling, thinking of everything he had to. One of those thoughts being, how would he escape from EquestriaCraft? He pondered the very idea a lot, but got no further to a solution. He also wondered how his parents reacted to his sudden disappearance. He also missed his family dearly, his mother, father and even annoying little sister, he knew they would be heart broken, perhaps thinking he ran out on them, but he wouldn't do such a thing. This all made Drake feel desperate, like he would take almost any offer to go home. Back to the normal world, where there were no mobs, where his friend and family awaited, where he felt truly safe. However whenever he thought of that, he reminded himself of Crayton. The young stallion had offered him so much in his time of need, a place to stay and safety.

The constant thought made Drake wish further that he hadn't lied the Crayton, his only friend in this mysterious world. He hadn't known the young stallion long, yet he felt a bond towards him. It had only been a few days, but Drake felt like he would trust him, since he had welcomed Drake in as a total stranger. Drake admired the fact that Crayton was so independent out here, but at the same time wondered why he was alone. It was somewhat suspicious seeing as most ponies were social hungry, even Crayton seemed to have that trait. He laughed a lot and was very friendly, even enjoyed talking, and Drake knew very well he was hospitable. This all was so strange, a friendly pony who would seem to long for social interaction being alone out here, where Drake doubt many travelers came by. Drake sat up and glanced at Crayton who was sleeping on the wood floor.

I can't believe he wasn't kidding, Drake thought. He really did rather to sleep on the floor then be shoved out of this bed again.

Although on the cold floor, Crayton seemed comfortable and sound asleep. In fact he seemed quite content with being on the floor. Drake just quietly sighed, glancing around the small home. He didn't feel tired, just sorry for himself. He feared he wouldn't return home, to his family and friends. He remembered all that happened on the unfortunate night that brought him here. His computer and how it manically hypnotized him and whisked him away into this dangerous world. The more he thought of the memory the more he wondered on how. How could a computer achieve such a thing? How did it take him here? Drake knew it was impossible, computer weren't magical, they were electronic and there was certainly no unicorn out to get him, well at least from what he remembered. Everything happened so fast as though perfectly planned by some villainous mastermind. However if so, no plan was perfect and Drake guessed that he may find out what really happened. Drake continued his long stare well he longed to be at home. He closed his eyes, shutting them tightly in hopes this was somehow all a dream, yet he opened them to the same ceiling.

With every passing second his hopes diminished and his mind shortly decided he was trapped here until further notice. After countless hours of planning, nothing came together, it all led in a pointless direction that would never be achieved and draw him closer to his desires for freedom. All it proved was that it was near to impossible to escape EquestriaCraft. Drake released a long breath, for it was possible he may never see his family or friends ever again. This made his stomach twist into knots and his face feel hot. He wanted to cry, yet he had no desire to awaken Crayton and tell him the truth. So there he laid in the silent darkness.

I already lied to him, he might hate liars and besides its all really dramatic and I have no plans to bring it up. Yet he is my only ally, but at the same time I am not sure. There are a few things he said that throws me off. Like he is dodgy about his past and every time its brought up he snaps at me. That's kind of odd, right? Drake thought.

Once again he sat up and looked at Crayton, wondering what was so bad about his past. Drake however knew it would be rude to pry it out of him, that was the reason he ignored the suspicious acts, but at the same time it intrigued his greatly. Drake had no idea of what may have happened to the young stallion to make him so closed off about his past. It was odd and Drake didn't know what to really say. Yet as Drake would normally do, he ignored it, knowing it would just agitate Crayton. Besides, he felt like Crayton didn't deserve that since he had been lying to him. With that thought fresh in his mind he laid back down, curling up in another attempt for slumber. It took a few minutes until the darkness he longed for arrived and allowed him to sleep for the rest of the night.

Author's Note

Short chapter. Reason, I wanted to do one with Drake's thoughts more so then a bunch of action. In the past chapters, there wasn't much thought of his home and family, so I decided to do a mini-chapter about it.

So deal with it.

Chapter Six

The night being a rough storm of emotions and lack of sleep, Drake woke with groggy eyes. His thoughts had kept him up for a majority of the night and his emotions were ten times longer and worst. Sunlight shone in his eyes, making him glare at the window. He didn't feel like getting up on this morning after the terrible night he had, but he knew he still had to repay Crayton for all he had done at the very least. It was true that Crayton hadn't asked for anything in return, but Drake felt that the least he could do was help out. Most ponies would probably just be thankful, but Drake always felt he had to keep it equal with those who helped him. With a long groan, Drake slipped out of bed and into the cold air that nipped away at the heat, trying to make him cold. Drake's green eyes scanned the area, finding that Crayton wasn't in the house, with that in mind, Drake assumed that he had gone outside to check the perimeter. He glanced at the door, trying to blink away the weariness from his eyes. Although tired, Drake knew he had to go out and find out where Crayton was. He groaned again and began to slowly shuffle towards the doorway.

The door creaked as Drake opened it, but he ignored it, doubting any mobs being around, for it was morning after all. When he opened the door fully he was greeted by a gust of wind. It brought a shiver to his spine and made him a little cold, but Drake knew he would probably have to tough out worst if he was stuck here. His mane was blown back and fell back into his eyes. Drake simply moved the hair away from his line of sight and gazed out from the deck. From where he stood, he could see Crayton sitting in the field. He was looking up at the sky, his focus didn't even make him turn when the door creaked. Drake watched him for a few seconds, and found that he was like a guard he use to see in Canterlot. Stiff and well focused on what he was looking at. Drake remembered seeing many guards and it was common for them to just stand there and stare blankly ahead, waiting to be dismissed or for something interesting to occur. Taking slow and cautious steps, Drake began to walk over to Crayton. As he drew closer, hardly making a sound, he stopped, debating if he should disturb him.

"How was your sleep?"

Startled, Drake stepped back, he didn't know Crayton had noticed. It was just like a Canterlot guard, they seemed to be ignorant to notice things, when really they were quite aware.

"Good, I guess," Drake answered, his voice wavering slightly from the surprise.

Crayton smiled, and still looked ahead at the mountains. Drake had no clue what he was looking at, but it just looked like a normal mountain, but Drake couldn't be certain in this world. He simply didn't understand what was so exhilarating about a mountain, but Drake dismissed it and walked to his friend's side, sitting down on the cool grass. He glanced at Crayton, who was still looking at the same part of the mountain as he was before.

"What are you looking at?" Drake finally asked, unable to see what was so exhilarating about the mountain.

"Just the mountain, anyways, I guess we should get to work," Crayton answered, standing up and walking back towards the house.

Drake followed, feeling guilt burn into his heart and his lies becoming fresh in his mind. The cold dew on his hooves didn't even distracted him about the very thought. He felt like a traitor for keeping it hidden for the last couple of days, especially since Crayton had welcomed him in with extreme hospitality

Maybe I should tell him. Crayton has the right to know, he is a friend after all. I mean he welcomed me in when I needed it and we have bonded. He deserves to know I lied, Drake thought, soon frowning.

Crayton stopped at the stairs and gave him a confused look, having no idea what the sudden frown was about.

"Hey, what's up? You look sad all of a sudden," Crayton asked, sounding slightly concerned.

Drake looked up at Crayton and that only made the fear come and the guilt worst. He debated for a few seconds, but assured himself that telling him was truly for the best. With a sigh, Drake gathered up the rest of his courage.

"I need to tell you something," Drake stated simply.

Crayton laughed, "That's all? C'mon it can't be that bad."

With a few more moments of gathering up more courage, Drake prepared for the possible anger. His breathing being the only thing calming him, even his the fear pouring into his mind to make it a lot worst. The fear of being killed or loosing a friend, that was certainly the fear he felt.

"I lied to you about knowing nothing about my past," Drake said quickly.

Crayton just looked at him, staring blankly, "What? You lied to me."

Drake nodded, "I'm sorry, I-I-I just didn't know what to tell you, I will explain, just please let me."

Drake begged, biting down on his lower lip, of which he did when he was nervous. He hoped that Crayton would give him the second chance he needed to explain himself, to tell the truth. He even was going to tell him about Canterlot and how he actually played this as a game, even the hypnotic ways of his laptop, all of it!

"Well then, I guess you have a lot of explaining to do," Crayton said, sounding agitated.

Drake felt a little hurt hearing the distrustful tone of Crayton, but he knew he deserved it. Every single time he rewound the words in his head, he only reminded himself he had lied. Drake knew it was there, the distrust just because of his stupid lie and he hated himself for doing it. Crayton sat down and Drake just sat across from him on the deck. Drake just sighed and looked at his hooves.

"The truth is I don't come from Craftia at all, I don't even belong to this universe," Drake started pausing for a second, "I actually come from Equestria, from a city called Canterlot. There I am a gamer, and I had a family, but on the night you found me, I was transported here. This may sound insane, but my laptop transported me here, and this, this use to be a game I played. It's maybe hard to swallow, but I promise, it's the truth," Drake explained, a knot forming in his stomach.

The knot was forming tighter as Crayton stayed silent. Drake had a feeling he didn't believe him at all since he was being so quiet. More concern swelled in Drake as he thought that he may have lost his only friend in this world. Drake just looked down, knowing he may have lost his only friend. Crayton looked up at Drake, and watched him look down, clearly frightened about the mess he may have created.

"I believe you," Crayton said, smiling.

Drake looked up, and seeing the reassuring smile upon Crayton's face, he to smiled. Although he felt terrible for lying, he was just happy to find that he hadn't lost his only friend. Drake even knew that he was lucky and he was very thankful to be lucky.

"I can tell your being truthful, you look sorry, but don't you dare lie to me again, got it?"

"Yeah, and I am sorry, I just didn't know what to tell you," Drake apologized.

"It's fine, I wouldn't know what to tell myself. I have questions, but I think it is best i don't ask them. How about we have a break today instead? Honestly, I am dog tired," Crayton asked, yawning at the end.

"Sounds good to me," Drake agreed.

With that the twosome went inside and Drake felt better. However he knew he had been lucky, he had to have been. He had lied to a friend and was fortunate Crayton believed him enough to accept his apology. With the rough truth left behind, he looked at Crayton. He was rummaging through the chest again, possibly sorting, but of course, Drake was unsure, for he didn't even know what was concealed in the chest.

"Crayton," Drake said, getting his attention.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you tell me about your past?" Drake asked curiously.

Crayton frowned immediately, "I don't want to talk about it, besides, it's not important."

Drake watched Crayton, seeing him frown and no longer joyful, even his bright blue eyes seemed to loose their color. Drake also frowned, was he not considered a friend, or at least not enough of one to learn his past?

"Crayton, you can trust me, I am your friend," Drake pushed slightly, trying to reassure him it would be okay.

"Please, just drop it," Crayton said.

Although Crayton had said it, Drake could tell he was begging for him to drop it. Drake just glanced at him one last time, then averted his attention to outside. He looked out the window, not asking any further question, but still wondering why Crayton didn't want to say anything of his past.

Does he even trust me, or I am I just a pawn to him? Drake thought, and for a long while he stared blankly out the window, lost in the thought.

Chapter Seven

Another morning rose, but after admitting the truth, Drake felt a lot better. Slowly he woke up, on the floor this time. Drake had given Crayton the idea of switching places. It made things even in the house, and Drake would prefer if all was fair. So this time he slept on the cold floor with a limited amount of warmth from the one blanket that covered him. Drake's eyes cracked open, taking a few seconds to adjust to the light. He rubbed the sleep out of them as he sat up, hearing the sounds of movement. His head swung right and he saw Crayton rummaging through the chest. Although Drake hadn't been with the grey pony long, he knew that Crayton was often outside by the time he woke. He stood up and looked at Crayton, cocking his head in confusion.

"Crayton? What are you doing?" Drake asked, walking closer.

Crayton's head lifted and looked back at Drake. It was easy to tell that he hadn't noticed that Drake was up.

"Oh, I am just grabbing my pickaxe, if I can ever find the thing," Crayton grumbled, turning back to the chest.

Drake could just hear the audible sound of items clashing together. He still wasn't sure what was contained within the wooden box, but he guessed it was messy. After seeing Crayton rummage in the chest multiple times, his hypothesis was highly probable.

Drake watched for a few more seconds, then asked, "But I thought we had to find wool."

Crayton glanced back, a smile still upon his face, "We still do," he said, "however I would like to mine today, the last few days have been... stressful."

Drake payed no more attention to Crayton, perhaps this was some diluted way to forget that he had lied. In all honestly, Drake wished he could apologize a million times for his ignorant lies. He had learned from his mistakes, and he decided he wouldn't lie to Crayton again, unless it was for his own good. Drake thought that if he had a good reason to lie, perhaps Crayton would be fine with it. It took only a few more minutes until a silvery pickaxe floated just beside Crayton. His iron sword was in his sheath and a saddle bag strapped to his sides, he was ready to go.

"So, Crayton, how does mining make you less stressed? I mean, I get angered when I can't find something," Drake asked, watching the iron pickaxe float about.

"Eh, well if I were to guess Drake, I would say it is because it's my talent. I don't care if I can't find diamonds, gold or iron, I just feel at home down there. Yes, it is dangerous and sometimes dark if you can't make torches, but overall, caves are an enchanted place. I haven't seen it all and I don't want to see it all, for the adventure is all that matters. Mobs can try and kill me, but I am no quitter," Crayton stated.

Drake's eyes looked up at Crayton, he looked confident and excited to get going. If it he thought caves were magic, then so be it. Drake just plastered a warm smile of his face.

"Well, if that is what you think so be it," Drake said.

Ever since he had played EquestriaCraft, he thought as mining as boring, dangerous and an obstacle at times, but he had yet to find a friend who enjoyed it. He already knew that he wouldn't ever truly enjoy the wonders of mining, or understand it, but finally he wasn't the one stuck with the boring job. In all the survival worlds he was either alone or with Ethan, who also didn't enjoy mining and would force him to do it. So naturally, he was content with Crayton being in charge of mining.

"Anyways, what are you going to do while I am gone?" Crayton asked.

Drake paused his happy thoughts, "I honestly don't know. What can I do? I arrived here out of the blue and still have no idea what I am doing."

"Well, you could always explore, you still don't know the area that well," Crayton suggested.

"Hmm, I guess I could, but what if I get lost?" Drake asked, looking at the terrible possibilities. "I could also get attacked by a mob or something."

Crayton chuckled, "While you don't have to go that far and I could always come find you. Besides, you could take your sword, ya might still get hurt, but shouldn't be too bad."

"Well then, I might as well. No harm in knowing my surroundings," Drake shrugged.

Crayton began to walk towards the door, he looked back for a second though.

"Well you go ahead, I am going to go now. See ya later."

Drake just waved and watched his leave through the window. He remained out of sight and watched as Crayton's grey coat dissipated into the darkness. He waited a few more minutes, hoping Crayton may change his mind. He didn't like the thought of adventuring, especially in a world with cruel mobs whose very job is to kill. Drake sighed, he decided that maybe he would look around the house, he still didn't have a good idea where everything was. His eyes scanned by, seeing the furnaces, crafting table, and large chest to one side by the door. He took a few steps closer looking in the furnaces. When he found nothing he simply shrugged and turned away. That was when something caught his eye. A slight shine from under the bed in the back corner. It was small, and not noticeable in the darkness.

What is that? That must be Crayton's, but why is it under the bed and not in the chest? Drake thought.

He walked over to the bed, crouching low, he extended a hoof towards the object. When he grabbed it, he pulled it out from underneath the bed. He gazed down at the object that was still on the floor. It was book. The cover was made of leather ad a golden buckle and strap kept it close. With closer examination, dark maroon patches coated the book.

Why is this under the bed and... is that blood! What did Crayton do? Was he reading it when he got wounded by that enderpony? No, I didn't see it and he was resting afterwards, I know that for a fact. The blood also doesn't even seem like it was in the last couple of days. Drake thought.

Although appalled by the blood stains, Drake fiddled with the buckle, opening it to gaze at the pages. He opened the cover and found a title. The title read, The Journal of Iris Parsly in golden handwritten letters. In the right corner it read From Alex Parsly in black pen.

Why does Crayton have a random journal underneath his bed. It serves no real value unless this belongs to someone of his family. Maybe I can find out his past, but that's snooping, but I would know the reason and wouldn't have to push. Drake thought.

With a sigh he lifted the first page to the first entry. He wanted to at least assure himself that there was a reason Crayton had the journal.

April 5th, 1998

I can't believe it, after all my years, I get a journal now. My dear husband, listening to all my petty needs. Today was a my birthday and this is what he got me. He knows me all to well. As for my son, he gave me something special. Usually I am the one baking, but he and his foal-sitter Sarah baked my birthday cake. I will have to give her a thank-you card this year, she has been the biggest help. She also watched Crayton when I and Alex have something to do or somewhere to be.

Drake pulled away from the book, it all made more sense now.

So this belongs to his mother, but why doesn't she have it? Did something happen? What could have happened, they seem happy! Drake thought and began to read on.

She is also so sweet and doesn't mind cancelling plans to help us out. However there is a little bit of a surprise for when my husband returns. He and Crayton went fishing, since the plants have such trouble growing, we are forced to eat meat. It is simple despicable. Anyways, I am pregnant! Oh joy, I have always dreamed of have another son or perhaps a daughter. I am truly excited.

Drake lifted his head and stopped reading. He knew he shouldn't read on, but the lovely handwriting was easy to read and the blood stains gave him such wonder. With a sigh, he closed the book and sealed the buckle. He couldn't read on, this was something private, and Crayton wouldn't appreciate him doing so. He slowed put it back to where it belonged and walked over to the chest. He would have to go exploring, it would be the only thing to keep his mind of the journal. He lifted the grey handle and looked inside. It was very messy and nothing seemed sorted, he wasn't even sure his sword was i the chest!

"Why couldn't he grab it for me, I don't know where it is," Drake mumbled to himself.

He began to move things around, searching for the stone sword, it couldn't be that hard to find. That was when the door clattered open, causing Drake to jump. He turned, thinking that an intruder had arrived. His heart was skipping beats. He scanned around the door and saw a battered and bloodstained pony, but then realized it was Crayton!

"What the hell happened!" Drake exclaimed, unable to hold it in.

He quickly made his way to Crayton's side, helping him get back on his hooves. He was panting, and looked weaken with bruises and small cuts, but nothing too serious. However the pickaxe that had been with him was gone.

"I got attacked... it was just mobs, but there were a lot. I had to get out of there," Crayton explained, still catching his breath.

Drake shut the door and looked back at Crayton. "No kidding."

"I have to go back in, I dropped my pick and I think I saw something in the back of the tunnel," Crayton sighed, heading back to the door.

Drake lifted a hoof, blocking him from the exit. His face was serious and he knew what would have to happen.

"Your not leaving, if your going back, I am coming to help. This isn't something you can do alone," Drake stated.

Crayton looked at Drake, shocked, "But you could get hurt!"

"Well you could die," Drake retorted.

Crayton sighed, he had no other arguments to make. "Fine, but be careful and we stick together."

Drake nodded and looked through the chest. It took a few minutes until he found the stone grey sword.

"Well, lets go," Crayton said, unsheathing his iron sword, he reached for the door.