Silence Unbroken

Silence Unbroken Chapter 3: Troubled Sleep

By: Midway Bridge

Fitting Music: here

On a long stretch of road a large cloud of dust picked up behind an even larger caravan; a caravan who had traveled more miles in the world than most ponies had even dreamed of there being of. Wagon after wagon carried everything these ponies had, supplies, commodities and family, all packed tightly in, leaving no space for luxuries. This group of travelers where known only as the Travelers, a roaming group moving from town to town and country to country. Many of these ponies lived most of their lives on and by the road, making home where the heart is.

"W-why d-do we ha-have to keep moving?" asked a young colt who was riding in the front of the wagon. He bobbed back and forth as the wagon wheels bumped over the rough road beneath them. "I n-n-never get to stay and make f-friends."

"Silence Silvertongue, you know why. It’s our way of life," responded the stallion who was pulling the covered wagon, "The path of The Travelers." This was the typical answer that he would give. Augur Silvertongue was a rugged pony tempered by the long years on the road. Augur was a mellow orange-yellow colored stallion and donned a vibrantly blue mane that was cropped back so it stayed out of his face. His dark green eyes shone like emeralds in the harsh sun above. He was the stark contrast of son who was all shades of grey, lacking any hue of color.

"B-but, but Daaaaaaaad!" the young colt whined, "C-couldn't we at least, at least s-stick around for a w-week or two longer some-somewhere?”

"When we are guests in a foreign territory we must never overstay our welcome," Augur Silvertongue, Silence’s dad, quoted directly from the Code of the Travelers, "you know the rules."

"Yeah, but there can be an ex- an exce- except-” the young Silence gave an angry groan. He hated being hung up on a word. He knew what he wanted to say it just was so hard to do so. It was frustrating beyond measure.

"Speak the way we had Dr. Cross teach you. Use the exercise. It'll help," his dad assured calmly. Dr. Cross was a speech therapist that Silence had the ‘pleasure’ of meeting and receiving lessons from. While most of his methods were a bit extreme, a few of the exercises were very effective for his stammering.

Silence took a deep breath and rehearsed the exercise in his head a few times before speaking. "I d-do not, do not have a-a-a speech imp- impedi- imped-"

"Try again from the beginning."

"I do n-not ha-ha-have a speech imp- impediment. I-I-I c-can speak, c-clearly and can d-dic-tate my, my w-ords with p-pre-cision and, and ac-accuracy." He gave an irritated groan. At least he stumbled through the entire exercise.

"Better," his dad encouraged, "one more time just for me."

"I do not have a speech imp-ediment. I can speak clearly and can d-dictate my words with p-recision and accuracy,” Silence recited.

"That was perfect!" his dad exclaimed excitedly.

"No it wasn't, I still messed up pretty badly," Silence growled glumly disappointed in himself.

"That last sentence was flawless," his dad pointed out, “Someday you’re going to outgrow this speech impediment and you’ll be talking faster than anypony else.”

Silence smiled; having a flawless sentence was a rare occasion for him. It was difficult for Silence to grow up with his stammering speech since his family made a living off of interpersonal skills and bargaining. Silence’s father was the main translator for the group, which is a highly respectable job for the travelers as some places they go to do not speak common Equian. Despite his deficiencies with language, Silence was, apart from his stammering, fluent in three already.

"D-dad, there has to be an ex-exception right? To the rules I mean." Silence put on his best pleading smile.

"No we can't, it’s the way we’ve done it for many, many years. It’s one of the few laws that we have.” Despite being an influential figure in the Travelers society, Augur could not make any special exceptions to the rules.

"That’s enough time for your break Silence," called a feminine voice from inside the wagon, "you have to learn your arithmetic."

"I hate a-arithmetic, it’s all the same, two plus t-two equals four."

"What about your multiplication?" asked his mother whose head popped out of the wagon cover. She was a light green coated mare with jet black hair. Her fair green eyes matched that of her husband’s. Silence secretly wished he had their colored eyes instead of the stormy grey color that they were.

"I m-memorized them all," he replied.

"You just started learning them today, but if you insist," she gave in reluctantly. "What’s two times six?"

"Twelve."

"Three and seven?"

"Twenty one," he stated with boredom.

"Okay Mr. Smarty-pants, how about something new? What’s twenty seven times twelve?"

Silence did math in his head, "324?" He checked his answer in his head, “Definitely 324.”

"How does he do that?" retorted the mare who was shocked despite this being a normal occurrence with Silence. Silence was constantly growing as a learner, always reading books and testing himself. Being as young as he was it was natural to be curious about things but he took it to the next level.

“He’s a quick learner just like his father,” chuckled Augur, “and that fantastic memory of his can remember just about anything.”

"Wish I could say that about somepony who forgot our anniversary last year," teased his mother, nudging her husband suggestively on his flank.

"Olive! Don't think about THOSE kinds of things!" hollered Silence's Dad suddenly with a slight blush rapidly reddening his face, "our son is around.”

"What kind of things?" implored the innocent and naïve son.

Augur took a deep breath, here goes nothing. "When a handsome stallion such as myself loves a mare," explained his father, "really, passionately loves a mare-"

"Augur Silvertongue! He’s only 6! Too early for the birds and the bees!" retorted the Mrs. Silvertongue with a horrified look on her face. She covered Silences ears with her hooves.

“I’ll tell you what, when I was his age-”

In the distance a loud trumpet blared over the sound of the wagon train, signaling all of the Travelers to stop. The wagons all halted simultaneously and everypony listened for further instruction. The trumpet sounded again this time in a different sequence of pitches and rhythms. Years of living on the trail had taught Silence that they had sounded for the group to circle up and make camp for the night.

The wagons circled in a clockwise manor till the 2 wagons in the front of the train met with the 2 wagons in the back of the train forming a circle in the middle of the barren landscape. From the circle the ponies unloaded all of the things needed for tonight and each pitched their homes for the night. The collapsible tents made from a rough fabric stretched along wooden supports, each with a unique design and embroidery used to identify who lived where. Each pony did their share of the work, from the youngest to the oldest. In the middle of the circle resided the large bonfire that provided the warmth for the entire encampment.

After all work was done and all ponies were settled in, Augur Silvertongue walked into his family’s humble abode. He found his son snuggling tightly against his mother who was reading a story from a book aloud to him. The sight brought a smile to the worn out stallion, he had been with the travelers for more years than he wanted to admit but nothing made him happier than the feeling of having a family.

"… and the princess of the sun and the princess of the moon joined together in harmony creating peace between the three kingdoms. From that point on equality reigned between the earth ponies, pegasai, and the unicorns, creating the longest lasting empire to date."

"Equestrian history?" asked Augur. Who lay down in the cushions sprawled across the carpeted floor.

"No simply an old pony’s tale," answered Olive closing the book.

"Believe me when I tell you two, that I, being from Equestria, know that Equestrian fairy tales and Equestrian history are one in the same," explained Augur.

"Really?" asked Silence excitedly, "then there are two Alicorns who rule Equestria? Can we go there? I would love to meet them! Please please please please pleeeeeease!?" the young silvery colt begged hugging his father’s feet.

"In time, Equestria is halfway around the world right now," reminisced the father, "I too wish to return there; I've traveled all across the world and there is no place really like Equestria." the fathers grey eyes were filled with nostalgia, thinking about the fond memories of his childhood. "Equestria is an ancient land of mystery and wonder, always ruled by Celestia, the world’s finest leader."

"Wouldn't that make Equestria an everlasting dictatorship?" asked Olive.

"Heavens no, it’s technically a monarchy."

"Istaly is still my favorite place," chimed in Silences mother.

"You Istallions and your Istaly," snorted Augur, "Olive, when we visit Equestria I want you to see where my father raised me for my first five years."

"Now that would be an interesting sight to see.”

There was a trumpet that sounded through the night signaling lights out.

“Aww… I-I’m not tired yet,” complained the young colt.

“Hush now my Silence,” soothed Olive stroking Silences mane, “there is always tomorrow. For now let us go to bed and dream.”

Olive blew out the lantern shrouding them all in darkness.

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Silence woke with a painful throbbing in his head constantly beating down on his consciousness like a blacksmith tempering steel. His body ached, sore from his unexpected snooze on the dinner table. He lifted his head, being thankful he didn't fall face first into his now cold meal, and observed his surroundings. He was alone in his house, and the once raging inferno in the fireplace dwindled down to only embers those casted dancing shadows from the furniture. He cracked his neck and then rolled his shoulders, hoping to fend off the aches but to no avail. He ravenously hungry, and eyed the cold dish in front of him with distaste.

"I could heat it," he supposed to himself, but his trained culinary mind told him otherwise. After all, his mother never heated leftovers, and to do so now would be a disgrace to her cooking lessons. Silence opted for tossing it out instead, even though angrily grumbling from his stomach protested.

He opened the refrigerator to see what he had in store. The fridge was barren save for some cheese and a jar of pickles. "Today," he figured, "would be a good time to eat out. But there was something I have to do first.”

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Spike woke at his usual time and like most mornings Twilight was still in bed sound asleep. Spike groaned, he never did get to meet Silence on a personal basis like he had hoped. From what he had gathered Silence was just another pony with normal problems, nothing special about him.

He got up and started his daily chores like he would any other day, picking up books, sweeping the floor and such. A few minutes after Spike started brewing Twilights tea, the lavender unicorn herself crept downstairs. She looked awful, she had a bad case of bed head, and her eyes sagged and were half closed.

"Morning Spike," she grumbled unenthusiastically.

"Mooorning," he replied, "Late night at Pinkies?"

"Not later than usual, but at the end was where it got interesting," Twilight sat at the table and stared at the cup of tea that Spike served her glazed over eyes lacked interest in the herbal brew.

"How so?" asked Spike whom was into typical pony gossip.

"Its Silence, he seemed so calm and reserved," Twilight recollected as she put a sugar cube into her tea and stirred, "until he dropped his saddlebags and we saw his cutie mark."

"What was it?" asked Spike with renewed curiosity for the stallion. Perhaps he wasn't boring after all.

Twilight yawned. "I don't know. It was just black." Twilight looked deep in thought.

"Just… black?" Spike repeated.

"Like the night sky."

"Am I missing something here?"

"Spike, cutie marks represent a pony’s talents and skills through an image on their flank. His is just devoid of anything remotely resembling any other cutie mark I've ever seen. It’s completely… different."

"Maybe he changed it with magic," seguested spike recalling reading something about a spell that temporarily removed cutie-marks.

"Unlikely, when I first met him he did nothing by magic, specifically avoiding it any way possible, which is unusual in itself. Even if he did use magic, the spell would have left a magical trace that I could have detected. There were no magical traces on him or any of his things for that matter. I got the feeling that he hasn't used magic in a really long time." Twilight levitated over two pieces of bread and a few other ingredients needed for making a sandwich.

"Why would a Unicorn not use magic? It doesn't make any sense."

"I don't know, it's not natural to deny an ability given to you," Twilight admitted, "I couldn't make it one day without magic, let alone long enough to not have any magical traces."

"Well I'm stumped."

"I'm too," Twilight sipped her tea again hopping the caffeine would provide the kick to wake her up, "and that’s not all. When Fluttershy touched him on the shoulder I felt a sudden massive surge of magical energy. One I have never felt the likes of before. The magic formed a temporary magical bond between Silence and Fluttershy, but the magical trace rapidly dissipated at a rate that was faster than a simple page turning spell."

"What was it? Did Fluttershy have to say about it?" asked Spike with concern.

"She didn't say anything, in fact she was practically in tears. She flew off to her cottage after Silence left. Rarity went with her to see if she was going to be okay," Twilight explained. "I hope she is, she looked really shaken. I meant to follow Silence, but I just left him alone. What ever happened most likely was an accident; he looked just as surprised as we did when it happened."

"Huh…" Spike thought as he poured himself a bowl of his favorite ruby flavored cereal. "Did you hit the books yet about 'black cutie marks' and 'strange spells'?"

"No, that’s today’s work," said Twilight with a newfound look of determination in her tired eyes.

"Alphabetically by title or author?" asked Spike.

"Author of course."

“I'll get started."

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Rarity watched Fluttershy sleep in a chair next to her bed. She practically nodded off herself but kept herself vigilant with black coffee. She would have preferred tea on most occasions, but tea didn't have enough kick to it. Fluttershy slept peacefully right now, her chest rising and falling in a rhythmic fashion. She never did talk about what happened at the party but she requested that Rarity would stay. Good thing too, Fluttershy had night terrors first few times she fell asleep only to be awakened and reassured by her friend, then going back into a deep dreamless slumber.

Rarity sifted her coffee around in the cup, watching the brown liquid rise and fall around the edges. She took a drink. The caffeinated drink was hardly keeping Rarity awake. She knew she was going to crash hard after this all blew over. She started to wonder if Sweetie Bell was going to be okay with her being away when she woke.

"She’s a grown girl, she can hold her own," Rarity reassured herself aloud, hoping that talking to herself could keep sleep at bay longer.

The covers ruffled. Rarity set down her cup and walked over to the bed. Fluttershy still appeared to be sleeping, but a small wet spot was next to Fluttershy’s eyes. She realized Fluttershy was softly crying in her sleep, a sight that practically broke Rarity’s heart.

"Fluttershy. Dear. Wake up," crooned Rarity as she gently shook the mare in the bed.

"Dad?" mumbled a small weak voice. Fluttershy opened her eyes to reveal her soft cyan eyes.

"No. Just me, Rarity," the unicorn answered with a dreary smile.

The yellow mare’s eyes fluttered, "Oh, Good morning Rarity." Fluttershy blinked her watery eyes to clear up the tears. "Did you stay up all night?"

"Yes, and I couldn't have been happier doing so," sighed Rarity who stifled a yawn. In truth she was completely exhausted, after a long party all she wanted to do was take a long nap.

"Thank you. You are too kind."

"It was nothing really," admitted Rarity. "You did fantastic last night with talking to Silence. Why if I'm not to bold to say, you two make a fine match like I predicted."

"I don't think we'll be anymore than just friends," muttered Fluttershy who looked away.

"This doesn't have to do with what happened at the end of the party, does it?" Rarity pried looking at Fluttershy quizzically like she was a dress that had a bad stitch in its seam.

"Well yes, I mean no, well maybe," stammered Fluttershy who was unsure herself. She liked Silence but was partially afraid of him and what happened that night. The conflicting feelings were waging war in her head changing her mind back and forth between desire and aversion all over a bubbling anxiety.

There was a silence.

"What happened back there?" inquired Rarity looking her friend in the eye.

"Nothing happened," Fluttershy lied, "I'm fine." She gave a half hearted smile. She knew she was a terrible liar but just this once she wanted to hide the truth. Just for a little while at least.

Rarity sighed which turned into a yawn halfway through. Rarity didn't want to press the matter; it will come out eventually when Fluttershy was ready to share.

"Let me make you breakfast," offered Fluttershy getting out of bed.

"No allow me," urged Rarity, "I insist."

Fluttershy was about to protest but didn't. Once Rarity insists on doing something there’s no stopping her. Rarity walked downstairs drearily dragging her hooves against the floor. Fluttershy brushed her pink mane to her side and followed her friend.

Rarity was busy making some sort of sandwich, so Fluttershy sat down by the table and waited.

"Rarity?" asked Fluttershy.

"Mmm?"

"I know that Silence is typically closed up most of the time but he really came out to me, and I kind of like him," Fluttershy confessed. Rarity said nothing and just stood there. "Rarity?"

The pegasus left the table to see if her friend was alright. Rarity eyes were closed and she snored softly. She was sound asleep standing upright.

"Oh Rarity." Fluttershy picked up her friend and laid her on her couch. Fluttershy brushed the purple mane aside, "you really work too hard." She covered her friend in a blanket and made sure her head was resting on the extra plush pillow. When that was done Fluttershy sighed.

Fluttershy was still a bit tired and a nap would work wonders for her but she was rather hungry. She looked at the clock. It read 11:27. She had stayed all night and half of the day in bed she hoped that the animals didn’t mind her absence, she had prepared for them to already have their meals for today in case an incident happened at the party. An incident had in fact happened at the party.

Her trail of thought was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. It was a soft sort of knock so that ruled out Rainbow Dash and Applejack, Twilight never really left her house on days following parties, Rarity was already here, and Pinkie Pie usually announced her visit vocally, so who could it be at the door?

The knock came again.

“Coming,” she called out.

When she opened the door there on the doorstep was Silence Silvertongue. He looked weary like he hadn’t slept too well that night but he still stood proudly carrying himself with all the dignity he had last night.

“Um… Hello Silence,” faltered Fluttershy quietly, she wasn’t expecting him. In fact Fluttershy was silently hoping it was anypony else besides him.

Silence smiled and gestured his nonverbal greeting.

Fluttershy thought about what had happed the night before. She flinched as she recalled the painful memory of what happened at the end. Did he cause that to happen? Fluttershy didn’t know; she wasn’t well read when it came to unicorn magic. Maybe it would be best in her interest if she just dismissed him, but she would never know what happened the night before.

“Would you like to come in?” asked Fluttershy.

Silence nodded and walked slowly through the threshold of the door. He was still wearing his saddlebags that covered his black cutie mark.

“What can I do for you?”

From his saddlebags he pulled out a fountain pen and a notepad. Supporting the pad on a nearby table he wrote something down. “I just wanted to know how you were doing today.” He had a worried look on his face. His grey eyes stared directly at her like she was some sort of curiosity.

“I’m doing just fine,” replied Fluttershy halfheartedly, “just a bit tired from last night, that’s all.”

Silence looked like he didn’t believe her. He wrote something down, “Couldn’t sleep well tonight either?”

“Yes. I had bad dreams,” Fluttershy confessed.

Silence noticed the Fashionista sleeping on the couch. “Does she live here too?” he wrote on the pad and pointed at Rarity.

Fluttershy giggled, “No she just wanted to see how I was doing after… what happened.”

There was a pause in the conversation; Silence clicked his pen a few times creating an uneasy tension between them. Fluttershy’s stomach growled very loudly; she still hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch yet.

“Let me treat you to brunch,” Silence wrote changing the subject, “If that’s okay with you, I have a few years of culinary experience.”

“Sure, if it’s not too imposing.”

The next few minutes composed of Silence quickly navigating Fluttershy’s kitchen for all the ingredients and cookware. He would quickly chop vegetables and mix foods together. He knew his way around the kitchen very well… almost too well, like he’d been cooking here for years. Soon enough an enticing aroma filled the air as his cooking neared its end. And he served onto a plate a dish Fluttershy had never seen before.

It was a large amount of noodles that where all piled onto a plate with dashes of vegetables all filled into the mix. She could see spinach artichoke and mushrooms. On top of it all was a white sauce that smelled like 3 different cheeses. Next to the plate was a small piece of notepaper that read. “Bon appétit.”

She took a fork, served herself some of the meal and swallowed. It was some of the best food she had ever tasted, it was a divine mix of the cheeses, the vegetables and the noodles that blew all of the other foods in the world clean out of the water. It was much better than what Fluttershy cold have made for him.

Silence served himself some of the fettuccini alfredo and the two dined quietly.

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Angel woke up from his nap. The small bunny cracked his back and stretched. There was a smell in the air, a good smell. Someone had been cooking in the kitchen and it definitely wasn’t his yellow caretaker. He hopped out of his hiding spot behind the couch to find that Fluttershy was in company of another pony, a male pony for that matter. Angel didn’t like change, and having a stallion in the house was a change that he really didn’t like. This guy had to go.

“So where did you learn how to cook like that? It’s just so fantastic I just don’t know what to say!”

Her companion was silent but wrote something down on a notepad and passed it to her. Angel couldn’t read what he wrote from where he was standing but he had the sinking feeling that it was something impressive as Fluttershy got all giddy when she read it.

“Really? You’ve been to Istaly?” announced Fluttershy excitedly, “The furthest I’ve gone was to Appleloosa.”

The grey and silver stallion wrote something else onto the note pad and passed it over.

Angel twirled one of his whiskers; something he did only when deep in thought. He felt something was off about this guy and he was determined to find out what it was, but for now he decided to not make his presence known.

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“I’ve traveled all over the world, and I’ve been to more places than most ponies thought existed,” Silence wrote. “Though there is no place is like Equestria.”

“What’s special about Equestria?” asked Fluttershy. She often thought that visiting other countries would be an exciting adventure.

“What isn’t special about Equestria? No place in the world can match Equestria’s mystery and beauty.” Fluttershy blushed when she read this she flicked her mane in front of her face to hide it, hoping that Silence didn’t see her acting like a little filly.

“Silence what happened last night at the end of the party?" she suddenly asked.

He was slightly taken back by the sudden question. It must have been on her mind for a while. Silence tore off the page and started on a new one, "An accident happened, but the extent of its effects I do not yet know. What did you see after you touched me?"

"Oh, it was just a bad memory. Did you cast a spell on me?"

"No. How long ago did the memory take place?"

"It happened in my childhood. How did it happen if you didn’t cast a spell?”

“It’s a gift, and a curse.” He didn’t look as though he wanted to talk about it. He avoided a lot of personal questions which was starting to frustrate Fluttershy.

"Focus really hard, the next question requires complete concentration. It's very important that you answer the question correctly."

Fluttershy nodded.

"Was the memory real?"

The question hit Fluttershy off guard. Of course the memory was real it was her memory after all. Or was it? Did the event actually happen? How could it be a fake memory? Did he implant it? All these questions and more spun around in Fluttershy’s mind.

Silence patiently waited for an answer his look of concern deepened the longer Fluttershy thought. He nervously tapped the pen and fiddled with his mane all the while never breaking eye contact with the pegasus.

"Yes, I think it is,” answered Fluttershy after a while.

Silence nodded and wrote something down. "Are you absolutely sure? Think about the events leading up to it and the events taking place afterwards. Does anything feel strange? Rely on your heart as your mind can easily be misguided."

Fluttershy thought about this. It felt real. It was so vivid and detailed, but it also felt distant and vaguely out of place.  "I don't know, I just don’t know.”

“Did this memory cause your bad dreams?” He had that worried look on his face like the time when he first came to Fluttershy’s cottage.

“Yes,” Fluttershy simply stated not wanting to share what the exact nature of the memory.

“I am incredibly sorry for the distraught I have brought upon you over the last night. I ask that you accept my humble apologies.”

“It’s okay I don’t think you meant to cause any trouble.”

Silence considered something for a little bit. He tapped his hoof on the table while he thought. “Here I want you to have this.” He pulled out something else from his saddlebags. It was a small brown dream catcher.

She took the small talisman from him. It was beautiful and clearly an authentic Buffalo made dream catcher. It had a web of brown strings strung with many multicolored beads. Hanging down from the loop were a few falcon tail feathers. The overall design of it was simple but durable and made to last.

“Dream catchers are believed to have supernatural powers that catch the dreams while you sleep in its web. The good dreams trickle down the feathers giving you a peaceful sleep. Somepony very special gave this to me when I was plagued by nightmares. Ever since I’ve had it, no haunting dreams have ever occurred.”

“If it’s special too you then I couldn’t accept such a generous gift,” let out Fluttershy trying to give it back.

He shook his head. He wrote something new, “it is a gift from one friend to another, and I want you to have it.”

“Okay, um, thank you.” She took the dream catcher. Refusing a gift from him was almost as hard as refusing a gift from Rarity.

There was another tense silence between them.

“Silence, who are you? I mean I know who I think you are, but who are you really deep down?

He tapped his pen as he thought for a moment. “Who do you think me to be?”

“I think that you are somepony who is lost; somepony who is unsure who he himself is. From what I can tell, you’re avoiding your past; most likely running away from it.” Fluttershy was unsure where she got the courage to say all of that.

Silence’s breath heaved he brushed his silver mane and wrote down something. “That’s not far from the truth.” He paused to show Fluttershy the words before continuing. “There are a few things you should know about me…”

He stopped writing. His left ears started to twitch. He looked up and around the room. He had a puzzled look on his face, which soon changed to one of anxiety, then transition into a look of pure panic similar to the expression he had last night. Something was happening and Fluttershy was left without a clue as to what it was.

“Is everything okay?” she asked nervously unsure of what caused Silence to suddenly go on edge.

“I thought I would have more time to talk, but it appears I have overstayed my welcome,” Silence wrote hastily. He glanced around the room his eyes seemed to be intently following something.

“What are you looking at?” Fluttershy looked to see what he was looking at but there was nothing to be seen there.

Silence looked agitated, he was sweating profusely. He opened his bags and then proceeded to rummage through them. Not finding what he was looking for he gave an aggravated snarl. His breathing became shallow. His face grimaced in pain. His grey eyes started to dilate. He reached for his pen and paper.

“No matter what happens I_______” Silence’s hoof slid across the paper causing a big line. He fell out of chair and onto the floor. Fluttershy gave out a startled scream. His eyes fluttered for a few seconds and then he collapsed unconscious.

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Chapter 4: Partial Truths

"No, that can't be right…" he muttered looking over the charts with a puzzled look.  After a minute or two of him shuffling through the clipboards contents he looked up. ”Nurse Redheart, a moment please?"

The doctor and the nurse walked outside for a few moments and conversed in hush tones just beyond the door.  Twilight and her group of friends exchanged nervous glances.  Silence just laid on the bed calmly awaiting the news of what happened.

The door opened again and the doctor came back into the room. The doctor fixed his glasses before he spoke. "Mr. Silvertongue I don't know how to say this in any easy way so I'm just going to say it. You should be dead."

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