A gem in the sand

Chapters

Istanburro
Across the Seas
Canterlot ( quite a silly place)
A growing blaze
Among the Winding Spires
At the top of the Ivory Tower
We'll get back to the story after a brief intermission
A history lesson
Sunset on Canterlot

Istanburro

It was said, long ago, that there were horses that could fly and perform magic in this land, but they have since vanished. Only the strong survive in Saddle Arabia, and the winged and magical equines eventually died out. While the winds of change have swept away these delicate beings, those who stood firm, and wisely adapted, were allowed to stay. Today , they exist as ponies, and they are protected by the magic of their alicorn rulers. They do not often venture into the wilds beyond their magical homeland, and without the guidance of the Royal Sisters, they would soon fall to the harshness of the world. But it is the strong who hold back the chaotic and evil forces, which pursue civilization in the face of savagery. Remember to be strong and unyielding, in thought and deed, because though you may be only a foal now, you will have to carry the weight of the world on your back. You are the backbone of the kingdom, and you will carry the weight of its might into the dark corners of the earth.

Molly put down the scroll and looked at Cyrus. The young foal was listening intently, his long ears sticking straight up. The passage came at the end of a series of tall tales, and for some reason this one caught his attention the most.
"Will I really have to carry the whole world on my back? How is that supposed to happen?"
"Silly, it doesn’t mean actually carrying it on your back. It means that you have to have a strong heart. Anyways, its not like you’ll be alone."
"I know, I got you and Dede to help me. "
"Don’t forget about your father. He’s off helping the king as we speak."
"But he’s never here. Why cant he hold up the world at home?"
"Because there are so many places we are needed. It’s best to accept it. Even if Baba and I are not right here, we will always be with you in your heart. We all need to stand together, because no one else will."
"I don’t understand."
"Don’t worry. You will someday. Just keep reading. But for now, its time for supper."
Cyrus protested, but he knew he wasn’t getting anywhere. Molly was exhausted from the day’s work, and didn’t like to answer too many questions. He could ask Dede, but the old Jack would just go on about his stories. He probably wouldn’t want visitors at the time anyway. The whole town shut down after dark.

Weeks passed before Lieutenant Saddlesore would return home. It made nights quite cold for Molly, but Cyrus did not seem to be affected as much. He went to school for most of the day, and while he did not often play with the others, he was getting good marks. The instructor, a stately mare, said he might even be able to pass the Canterlot Exchange Exam in a few years. But that was idle prattle. It was almost unheard of for a non-horse to be accepted. If that fact bothered Cyrus, he did not show it. He would spend some afternoons with Dede while Molly worked. She liked to keep the market stall open as long as possible, not quitting until dinnertime. When Cyrus was with Dede, the old donkey would regale his tales of travel. He often repeated himself, but occasionally changed the details of the story. His favorite one was about the diplomatic mission to the Lawrence Desert. He couldn’t quite remember the details, as he had been a servant, not a diplomat. But he was fascinated by the camel tribe there. He had struck up a bond with one of the members, and they had even exchanged gifts. In return for a decorative scarf, Sandy Hills received a fez, and later bequeathed it to Cyrus. To pass on the spirit of adventure, he had said. Cyrus took a liking to this, and wore the fez constantly, as well as started reading about faraway lands. He started fantasizing about where his travels would take him. He especially wanted to travel to Equestria, where, according to the town criers, a new princess had been declared. The town was amazed at this, particularly the expatriate Equestrians. Busy Breeze, a Pegasus filly at school, told Cyrus that the princess had been a unicorn, but could now fly. This had never happened before.
"So now her magic is gonna be even more powerful, since she’s a princess!" Said Busy Breeze. I wish I could see it.
"Why can’t you?"
"Daddy and Mommy got a lot of bits for organizing the weather here. The Sidat even asked Daddy if he wanted to join the army for more, but Daddy said no."
"Who knows, maybe you can go back sometime."
"Not like I could see Princess Twilight. She’s probably gonna be staying in Canterlot with all those stuffy unicorns"
"From what I’ve heard, the princess is too kind for that. You could just go up to her."
"I'ts not like that. she's probably got unicorn guards with her. You don't want to mess with magic like that."
Strangely, this mention of magic got Cyrus interested in the subject. Although donkeys don’t have magic, some magical acts like potions could be performed. Cyrus looked up magic theory books in the local library, but did so discreetly. When he first asked the horse librarians for magic books, they gave each other a look. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was clear that he had transgressed. He quickly rectified his request, but wasn’t sure if that convinced them. He hid the magic books under some old Youth Works. It was dead quiet in the library most of the time, at least to him. The stillness got him absorbed in the book so much that if he were disturbed, it was like coming out of a trance. He almost forgot to come home on the day Saddlesore returned. He must not be late.

After a simple dinner of oats and hay, Cyrus was sent to his room with a scroll ( he was finally learning to read on his own) while Molly cleaned the living room. It was strange cleaning wood floor, because until very recently, it was only dried earth. Saddlesore’s outstanding performance on the battlefield was responsible, but at the consequence of less time home. Molly had received a letter from him recently. It gave little away, and was hard to read, but it did mention that he was far away dealing with dragons near settlements in the East. Best not to let Cyrus see it, or he would be afraid. Saddlesore knew how to handle himself in these situations, but it still left Molly with a sense of anxiety, one she didn’t want to pass on to her son. The winter night shone with a cold clarity, the vast array of stars visible as the entire town went pitch black. There were a few homes with power gem installations, but it was a day of conservation, according to the mayor. Woe to any wary traveler who was trying to make his way through at this time. Only the chilling beauty of the moon could help them see the way, but it was gone.

Weeks passed before Lieutenant Saddlesore would return home. It made nights quite cold for Molly, but Cyrus did not seem to be affected as much. He went to school for most of the day, and while he did not often play with the others, he was getting good marks. The instructor, a stately mare, said he might even be able to pass the Canterlot Exchange Exam in a few years. But that was idle prattle. It was almost unheard of for a non-horse to be accepted. If that fact bothered Cyrus, he did not show it. He would spend some afternoons with Dede while Molly worked. She liked to keep the market stall open as long as possible, not quitting until dinnertime. When Cyrus was with Dede, the old donkey would regale his tales of travel. He often repeated himself, but occasionally changed the details of the story. His favorite one was about the diplomatic mission to the Lawrence Desert. He couldn’t quite remember the details, as he had been a servant, not a diplomat. But he was fascinated by the camel tribe there. He had struck up a bond with one of the members, and they had even exchanged gifts. In return for a decorative scarf, Sandy Hills received a fez, and later bequeathed it to Cyrus. To pass on the spirit of adventure, he had said. Cyrus took a liking to this, and wore the fez constantly, as well as started reading about faraway lands. He started fantasizing about where his travels would take him. He especially wanted to travel to Equestria, where, according to the town criers, a new princess had been declared. The town was amazed at this, particularly the expatriate Equestrians. Busy Breeze, a Pegasus filly at school, told Cyrus that the princess had been a unicorn, but could now fly. This had never happened before.
So now her magic is gonna be even more powerful, since she’s a princess! Said Busy Breeze. I wish I could see it.
Why can’t you?
Daddy and Mommy got a lot of bits for organizing the weather here. The Sidat even asked Daddy if he wanted to join the army for more, but Daddy said no.
Who knows, maybe you can go back sometime.
Not like I could see Princess Twilight. She’s probably gonna be staying in Canterlot with all those stuffy unicorns.
From what I’ve heard, the princess is too kind for that. You could just go up to her.
Its not like that. Even if she is nice, you don’t mess around with unicorns. Who knows what kind of magic tricks they have on their hooves?
Strangely, this mention of magic got Cyrus interested in the subject. Although donkeys don’t have magic, some magical acts like potions could be performed. Cyrus looked up magic theory books in the local library, but did so discreetly. When he first asked the horse librarians for magic books, they gave each other a look. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was clear that he had transgressed. He quickly rectified his request, but wasn’t sure if that convinced them. He hid the magic books under some old Youth Works. It was dead quiet in the library most of the time, at least to him. The stillness got him absorbed in the book so much that if he were disturbed, it was like coming out of a trance. He almost forgot to come home on the day Saddlesore returned. He must not be late.

Saddle sore arrived from the rail station, in his dress uniform. He was an imposing figure, with steely eyes and a stern expression. He greeted his wife and foal with a weary slight smile, and almost immediately sat down on the sofa. After some persuasion, he finally let them know what he had been up to. He asked if they knew how to kill a dragon. Molly exclaimed that this shouldn’t be a topic for a foal.
"Nonsense, he’s old enough. Why, if he were a colt he’d be going through the telenitiation right now."
"How do you kill a dragon, Baba?"
"Hush boy, I’ll get to it. Just cant reveal too much. The army wouldn’t like me to spill their secrets, eh?"
"Where were you? Can i at least ask that?"
"Lets say, I was out East, but I hadn’t hit the desert mountains. Somewhere near the gem fields. Don’t want folk around here getting panicky about damn dragons. Anyway. This one was huge, he was. Probably wanted to steal all the local’s stuff. No way for the Silver Tongues to speak out of fighting. We lured him to the country, using a bait force. Once there, they got in turtle formation and started jabbing at his underbelly. Then the ash balls started flying, and that was our cue. I helped grapple the creature’s tail, that was quite difficult. Could barely see or breath, but the infantry had masks. I saw a flash of light as me and the jacks were wrestling with the monster, and then the rhinos and pegasi started charging. The rhino guys got him good, but it was the Pegasus who managed to deliver the final blow."
"What was the flash of light?"
"Mages. Only recently started using them. Most of the unicorns want to fool around in the capital, 'aint fighting types. These really aren’t either, but their concealment magic sure did a lot of good. Saved a lot of horses."
"It must be exciting to wield that sort of power". This was Molly interjecting.
"Sure, but it cant beat the rush charging face first".
"Weren’t you scared?" (Cyrus)
"No time for fear. I bucked and bit its sorry flank long ago. That’s why I’m still alive."
They continued like this for some time, and Saddlesore mentioned that he would stay home for a while, then be stationed at the base near the capitol. The The Holy Claw Alliance had entered a tense peace, so he needed to be nearby in case of war. He glanced at Cyrus as he said this, but what it meant, Cyrus couldn’t tell. They sent him off to Dede for the night, which was nice, but the old donkey snored very loud.

As the years passed, so did Istanburro’s interest in Equestrian events. Sure there was a new alicorn, and some pretty spectacular things had occurred, but everyone knew that Celestia and Luna were still in charge. Only trade mattered, as well as the guest ponies. Busy Breeze’s family moved, but there were still a small contingent of pegasi for the new permanent weather team. This was a point of pride for the residents, as only the capitol and vital areas got regular weather services. Guest ponies were few, and their services were in great demand for both civil and military needs. The Ironclaw Empire , as well as some of the Griffon city states, had been eyeing the coal and timber rich Northern Region with jealousy, and had been increasingly brazen. There was, nevertheless, a sense of hope for the town. Demand for their services, from farms to shipping and industry, was growing, and it seemed everyone, even non-horses was happier. That is, except Saddlesore. He remained unreadable.He had not been called to active duty, so he was allowed to live outside the base in his home. But he seldom talked, and spent his time alone. No one knew why this change occurred, but to make matters worse, his father, Dede aka Sandy Hills, was in ailing health. He had been forgetful, and was becoming weaker by the day. Hashid, the Captain of the Night Watch, had reported him wandering the streets after curfew. He and a guard met the family in front of Dede’s house, where they were visiting.
“I know this may be hard to hear Saddlesore, but the old fellow’s gone ‘round the bend. You have to put him away, for his own good. “
“Is this your opinion alone then, Captain?”
The roan stallion made eye contact with his accompanying subordinate. The family could not hear the mind-reading conversation, but meaning was clear.
It is for the best of the community. We are here to escort the Mr. Hills to the hospital. I just thought you should know ahead of time.
Cyrus and Molly wanted to cry out, but Saddlesore silenced them with a glare.
“Ill bring him out Captain”
Thank you for your cooperation. Don’t be too sad, he has lived a long and useful life. The captain lowered his helmet in a moment of sadness.
Sadlesore entered Dede’s hut alone. Molly escorted Cyrus away, so he did not see what happened. He did look back and see the two stallions holster the batons they had been holding. There was no need.

A few days later, the hospital informed the family that Sandy Hills had passed away. Of course all the horses in town knew before everyone else. Cyrus even thought, looking back, that he had witnessed the moment his teacher knew, with her eyes briefly flashing. No one else seemed to notice. It was a beautiful clear spring day, no a cloud in the sky thanks to the weather teams, and the world seemed to pass by on this moment. There were no words, the family just sat in silence, though Cyrus did cry a little. Surpisingly, Saddlesore was the first to speak.
“He wanted you to have this” He handed Cyrus the fez that had been so recently on top of Dede’s head. Somehow, it fit on the little donkey’s head, pushing his hair forward.
“Thank you dad.”
“Theres little else.” The town owned his house, and he had few bits. There’s a memorial tomorrow. I expect your best attire. “
Saddlesore turned away. Molly laid a hoof on his shoulder and tried to meet his gaze. But he gave a rare look of despair and turned away. Cyrus felt helpless and retreated to his room, taking care not to knock the fez off.

Author's Note

This is my first story. Any feedback is appreciated. Thanks!

Across the Seas

Cyrus had never been very outgoing even before the passing of Sandy Hills, but afterward he spent most of the time sequestered in the library. The whole family as a whole had become distant, despite Molly's best efforts to bring them together. She even brought Cyrus to an unofficial outing for the foals of Saddlesore's regiment of grapplers, but it didn't seem to do much. Then again, as a mule, Molly probably didn't fit in much either. Cyrus continued to excel in school, and secretly studied the theory of magic on his own time. He could not say what drew him in about something that he knew he could not possess. But magic seemed to play such a large part in the world, even beyond Equestria, that it seemed foolish to ignore it. Besides, although he had seen few unicorns and relied mostly on drawings, Cyrus was entranced by the beauty of certain magic. Istanburro was a largely industrial city, serving as both a port for the capital, which lay further down the river, and for a connector to the vital and contested coal camps up north. It was utilitarian, and its inhabitants no-nonsense. Beauty was hard to come by here, except in the magical gems which had recently come from the Lawrence Desert, and were used as small power sources. Even beauty had to be useful.

Cyrus came home one day to be surprised by his father smiling. This happened so rare that his face now drooped prematurely from frowning.

" Hi mom, hi dad, how were you today?"

" Just wonderful dear, I sold all of our surplus herbs and several gallons today. You took the Canterlot Exchange Exam last week, right?"

" Yes, did it come back?"

" It did son, ( Saddlesore butted in, what an ass), and we have great news. You scored high enough to attend the exchange program, one of the few donkeys to do so"!

Cyrus was genuinely surprised. He usually did well on the exam that was handed out every year, but it was used more for comparing various schools in terms of achievement. Usually only the colts and fillies of officers and academics were chosen.

" I..I don't know what to say.."

"There's nothing to say, boy. This is wonderful! This could bring you a lot of prospects in life! Perhaps an assistant weapons engineer, or even in the army like me."

" He could be a merchant too, it doesnt have to be just the army Saddle"

" What, and join those uppity ne'er do wells in Kashan? I wouldn't have it."

" I can't believe it, I'm going to Equestria?"

" Maybe you'll even meet a nice jenny, huh? Go out dancing "

“ Don’t encourage that type of behavior now.

" Not if I'm studying."

" Good. I was trying to slip you up, but you know better."
A brief moment of humor and warmth passed through the small hut, and it seemed to warm the increasingly chilly autumn.

Within 2 weeks, Cyrus was packed and at the airship port departing for Equestria, with the fez on his head and his father’s old saddlebag, emblazoned with the army’s red star. It was filled mostly with school supplies, and a small allowance. Cyrus hugged his mother and shook hooves with his father before departing. A palatable excitement and apprehension filled the air as the other students, mostly colts, did the same. After a quick photo for the local paper, the pony staff escorted the students to the ship. They had to ascend a steep tower where the airship was docked, as it was too large to wedge between buildings. It was the first time many present had a view from the air, and it inspired a great deal of awe. The Royal River became a silver ribbon as the ship departed, leading to the great shining spires of the capital, Constanemara. Cyrus watched, as they approached the open ocean, the weapons being unloaded. Although Equestria and the Griffin countries were, for the most part, at peace, pirates from the city states were still a risk. The others seemed to pay little mind as they broke up into small groups. Some were talking, others were engaged in telepathy. No one paid him any mind, except for one blue filly that glanced briefly then turned away. It was a bit lonely, not being able to take part in their discussions, but Cyrus decided to assuage his loneliness with a trip to the sleeping quarters and a bit of light reading. Although most of the books he brought had to do with the sciences and classic literature as required by school, there was one personal book he managed to sneak in. The library had been ready to throw it out, but he fished it out of the recycling bin. It was a tattered old copy of On the Origin of Magical Species by the fabled mage Clover the Clever. It detailed a history of notable spells and their original casters, and also theories on how and why magic was present in ponies. What was remarkable, though, was how the author discussed the possibility of magic for all types of creatures. Unfortunately, she was not able to extensively research this supposition, because Equestria had just established itself, and though it had achieved peace between the pony tribes, they were not as welcoming of others. It didn’t help that there was tensions with the Diamond Dog tribes. The fighting had ceased, but the interest in non-equine magic had also vanished. Such a shame, who knew what useful spells and potions could be created by the combined efforts of another species. The surprisingly progressive philosophy of the book reminded Cyrus of a conversation he had with a zebra mare passing through town. She said that her tribe had a tradition of sending its scientists and artists all across the world to share their knowledge. Some had traveled as far as Equestria and the settlements in the East. He wished that view was more common, at least for the benefit of meeting creatures from faraway lands.

The journey across the ocean had been mostly uneventful, but one stormy day they had to stop at an island. According to an earth pony engineer who he happened by, it was because the airship was in danger of being struck by lightning, which might cause the whole thing to ablaze. On the morning of the fifth day of travel, the captain’s voice rang out across the intercom for the first time.
“Fillies and gentlecolts, I am pleased to announce that our journey together has come to a close. We will dock in Manehattan and then you will board a train for Canterlot to your destination. If you look out your windows now, you can see our Mare of Liberty greeting you. Welcome to Equestria, everypony.”
The crowd swelled toward the windows. The sight did not disappoint. The early morning mist hung over the city and harbour, draping it in a soft blanket, with the lights of the skyscrapers peeking out. From their vantage point they could see the tallest buildings rising above the mist A few rays of Celestia’s sun were melting holes in the fog, especially over the Mare of Liberty. Her polished copper gleamed in the light, and it was almost like a welcome from the princess herself. It created a shining mood in everyone on board, to watch from above as Manehattan came alive. Whatever may come, at that moment, they were on top of the world.

Canterlot ( quite a silly place)

"All right class, settle down, it’s time for the lesson to begin.”
The instructor, an older gray Pegasus mare, attempted to shout above the excited chatter. It took about two minutes for them to quiet down, but Cyrus could tell, by the knowing smirks on some, that they were still carrying on a conversation the teacher would never hear.

Thank you class, and welcome to your first day of Defensive Military Tactics. I am Professor Steel Wing retired member of the Wonderbolts, and I am glad to have you hear with me, and hope you are enjoying your stay in Canterlot. If you open your books to the chapter on Aerial Forces, which you should have read in advance, we can start our exercises. I will come up with various situations which may arise in a battle situation, and in small groups, you will think up an appropriate response. Suppose your scouts have spotted a griffin army of two thousand heading your way across an open plain and will be there in an hour. They are split in half ground force and half aerial force. You have fifteen hundred soldiers, including about 300 pegasi, 20 artillery and 50 mages. What is your response to the situation? You have five minutes.

The students grouped together, leaving Cyrus alone. The room was silent as they used telepathy to hide their plans from the others. Cyrus wasn’t exactly sure how it worked, but he knew that horse telepathy could be selective, and only worked from a certain distance, and that the force of it, much like magic, was up to the individual user. Also, like magic, it developed with age, cumulating with the telenitiation, where they went through some secret ritual to prove their worth. He supposed it was similar to a pony earning its cutie mark. He was not sure what to do, so he idly flipped through his textbook. He looked at it without really absorbing the knowledge until Steel Wing called time.
“ Professor, we propose that the mages throw fireballs at the air forces, or perhaps forcefully levitate them so they crash onto their comrades.” A colt named Arak piped up
“No, that’s stupid, you brain dead weasel. Obviously the mages cant do that to all of them in time, so you have to rely on the more evenly matched ground forces. Then you pound them with some boulders with artillery” Another colt interrupted before Steel Wing could respond. Soon the others started joining in, offering everything from an infantry charge to using the expendable grappling donkeys to rope down the aerial forces. They also devolved into more petty name calling. The future officers of Saddle Arabia, everypony.
Enough! Said Steel Wing. They are all interesting suggestions, but you are not being mature about them! I know many of you want to join the military when you are finished, but this is not the qualities expected of you. Before I go over your strategies, which you will restate in a CIVILIZED manner, there is one I have not heard from. Mister Cyrus, if you please.
Cyrus, who had been staring into space, jolted. He looked awkwardly at the class, then down to his desk. The fur on his face was starting to mat from the sweat. He adjusted his fez ( a nervous habit) and stammered,
“W-well maybe the pegasi could create a tornado filled with fire that the mages made. Then the army could retreat to a narrower place, where they could stand abreast and hold back the griffins, at least until reinforcements could arrive.”
“Creating a firenado is a very risky move, you could lose control and hurt your own forces. But I do like the idea of calling for reinforcements. I believe you are the only one to say that. Not bad for a first try. Thank you.”
Cyrus smiled weakly, then sunk into his chair.
“You never said we could call in reinforcements, Professor.”
“ I never said you couldn’t, Mister Arak”
But Professor, wouldn’t that be cowardly to ask for help? We could take them.”
“Not when you need it. Keep that in mind that your sense of pride is nothing. You want to keep everypony, and every-equine as safe as possible. They look up to you.”
There was some rumblings, but the class settled down.
“Now then, since we are agreeing to be civilized, perhaps we can get on with the lesson. I will call on the groups, and there will be no interruptions. Arak, you can restate your response, and nopony will speak. Clear?
Yes, Professor, the class said in unison.
“Ok, I propose that-
There was suddenly a rumbling noise, and then, out of nowhere, the entire classroom was covered in green and flowers. They sprawled so fast that they broke the left wall, exposing the room to the hallway. A brownish-grey unicorn with wavy brown hair and an open scroll cutie mark dashed into the classroom with a panicked look in his eye.”
“ Oh, dear, I’m so sorry, we were working on an experiment, the-plants-,they went everywhere” He seemed quite out of breath
“Dusty you dolt, I don’t’ care, just fix it now!” Screamed Silver Wing
“ Oh yes, yes of course, I’ll try.”

With a green blast from his horn, he managed to clear some of the plants away, but it was still spreading. His glasses started to slip, and he attempted to adjust them as he was shaking.
“ Class dismissed!” Silver Wing flew out of the classroom, presumably to find reinforcements. A few daisies were caught in her iron mane, and she trailed a thin line of leaves after her. The class was not far behind, as they galloped in a panicked manner. One colt known as Wilhelm even started screaming. Cyrus stayed and watched as more unicorns entered the classroom and helped Dusty put down the plant spell gone awry. The unicorn was still shaking. It was certainly a pitiful sight, and everypony seemed to avoid making eye contact with him.Cyrus reluctantly went to his next class, feeling a little guilty that he just stood there, unable to help.

Lunchtime soon rolled around. It was quite an interesting sight to see this strange jumble. It was packed with students and faculty from the Royal Exchange Program, as well as several of the staff from the Research, and even a few off duty Royal guards, mostly for the cook’s celery soup. You just had to be careful, because he was easily offended, and would refuse soup on the smallest perceived slight. Cyrus came in and, of course sat alone in the corner. He had gotten used to it, and although most of the pony staff was friendly to a point, they seemed to be in their own set groups. Plus, he was a student, and most of them were professors or researchers, so there would be little common topics. So he was surprised when the grey unicorn plopped down next to him.
“ I hope you don’t mind, everywhere else is full.”
“No, not at all, feel free. I’m Cyrus, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you. Dusty Scroll, junior magic researcher.”
“ You sound like you don’t come down here usually.
“ Well, normally I’m helping write papers and conduct experiments, but with today’s ah, incident, I’m afraid that the lab will be closed for awhile. Plus, I had to check out the soup.”
“ I’m so sorry, I’m sure it won’t last for too long. What were you trying to accomplish, anyway?”
“ I’m surprised you would want to know.” Dusty stopped as he looked at Cyrus’s annoyed face, “ Not as an insult, of course, it’s just that few outside the Academy actually care about this.”
“It’s alright. I wouldn’t expect a donkey to be interested in he arcane myself.”
“Well, basically, we were working on a permanent duplication spell. You see, we can’t magic things into existence and expect them to stay around forever. It takes a lot of power to convert raw magical energy in the air into something tangible. But I messed up. We were supposed to use it on a small block. I accidently hit a professor’s Everfree samples and it just, exploded. I’m sure they’re still laughing it up.”
“It was kinda scary, but still amazing. Imagine if you could do that to crops, though I’m not sure how earth ponies would feel about it.”
“ We managed to beat it back, but I’m still not sure how it happened.”
“What if it’s because it’s the Everfree? I’ve heard about that place, maybe the spell just made them accelerate something they were already doing. Don’t your plants here normally need constant tending?”
Dusty Scroll looked interested at this, and seemed to perk up.
“Are you saying plants grow in Saddle Arabia all by themselves?”
“Yes, and the weather is crazy too. We were at the mercy of drought in my town for years until we got our own Pegasus team.”
“That’s really weird.”
“Equestria’s weird, it’s the only place where this stuff happens.”
“ Ha, I guess we are a little weird. But we make it work, no?” Dusty Scroll said with a half-smile playing about his features.
“ It’s certainly the most welcoming place I’ve been. Mind you, that’s not saying much, since I’ve barely been out of my hometown.”
“It’s not that special. Especially in Canterlot, they can get a bit snobby. If you want real friendly, go to Ponyville.”
“ But it is. They actually talk to me like I’m equal or something. I wish we could have that at home, but things stay the same there.”
“ You are an equal, and quite knowledgeable I must say. In fact, you may be on to something about your plant theory. I might need to look into that one. Maybe we can discuss it in the library sometime.”
“I thought only ponies in the Academy could access that.”
“Nonsense, you are free to come, besides, I could vouch for you. Its amazing how everypony keeps thinking that. Why, I heard a story once about how a unicorn was caught sneaking around the archives, when she could have just asked to be let in! The guards are really only there to prevent theft.”
“Alright, lets meet up as soon as we can.”
“ See you at lunch tomorrow?”
“ It might mess up my schedule, but I can make the time.”
The bell rang, and everyone started going their separate ways. As Cyrus and Dusty departed, each couldn’t help but notice a smile involuntarily form.

Author's Note

Turns out that part of the Royal Exchange program shares a building with Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, specifically the Research division. Perhaps that was not the brightest of Sun-butt's ideas.

A growing blaze

Cyrus and Dusty often continued to meet in the library, often drifting into aimless conversations after their initial prompter with magical theory. Neither had been much for socializing, but they soon found themselves meeting with no real purpose in mind. One weekend, Dusty even took it upon himself to show the donkey around Canterlot, exploring the great spires, the newly opened movie theater, and the weekend street market. Cyrus even found himself surprisingly open to talking to others, especially when they met a jack running a market stall. It turned out he was a recent emigrant from Saddle Arabia, near the base at Kashan, and he brought some rather unsettling news that Cyrus did not get from his parent’s letters.
“ So you’re from Istanburro, then, lad?”
“Yes, I’m in Canterlot on an exchange program.”
“ Maybe you would do good to stay here, its not pretty over at home. The talons took part of the Northern forests, and a coal camp, and it means Tartarus for the rest of us, I’ll tell you that.”
Dusty piped up. “Is it the armies? Are you worried the fighting could spill southward?” Dusty had been getting some geography lessons from Cyrus, and tended to be a bit of a show off when he learned something new. It was remarkable how little Equestrians concerned themselves with the rest of the world.
“That’s possible, unicorn,but they would never get to the capital. No, the threat is from the army itself. They’re convinced the loss is due to sabotage, or something and are taking out on us. Not but a month ago, the Sidat raided my neighbor’s home, took him and his old jenny too. Haven’t seen them since.”
“I haven’t heard any of this! How did you get out?”
“Work on merchant ships. We were headed for Baltimare, so I paid the captain a little extra so she could hire someone else.”
“At least you got out unscathed. I still have family over there.”
“We just have to weather this storm, lad. I’m sure your folks are stronger than you think. Now, how many oranges will that be for y’all?”
Dusty paid for the oranges, and they left in silence. He noticed his friend seemed a bit shaken after the encounter, and, displaying the almost annoying friendliness that ponies are famous for, started prying.
“ Your dad’s in the army right? From what you said, it sounds like nothing can bring him down. I mean, he took down a dragon, for Celestia’s sake. I think they will be fine, and the Ironclaws will soon get pushed back.
Noting Cyrus’s continued silence, he changed tactics.
“ I know just the thing to get you smiling again. Follow me”
They headed to a comic store, where Cyrus was quickly suggested the newest releases, from Power Ponies, to Mare’Do Well and even Clousdale Comix's campy classic sci-fi Buck Dodger: Luna’s Ranger. Cyrus eventually found himself absorbed (thankfully not literally) in the series Drake Phoenix, which chronicled the adventures of a grown-up and independent Humdrum. Cyrus had had access to some old Power Ponies, and it was nice to see a largely useless character transform into something cool. It took quite a bit to drag Cyrus out of the store once he got interested. Sad to say, but the stereotype of stubbornness was very much true, at least for him. But they had work to do. Dusty had to write a paper on the historical importance of teleportation spells, and Cyrus had homework for his economics class. He didn’t really like the subject, but it had to be done. He bid farewell to Dusty, who had a small apartment near the Academy, and headed to the dorms that housed both the exchange students, and several graduate studies unicorns. They were quite plain, though his roommate, who he rarely saw, had adorned his side with army memorabilia. The Arabian Horsehead insignia was even draped over the carving of the sun and moon above the door. Cyrus heard some fumbling as he approached, and, cautiously knocked. Silence. Then, he slowly opened the door. A pink mare named Fila, roughly brushed past, almost pushing him to the ground (it happened that even mares were taller than even the largest donkey).
“What in Tartarus are you doing here?” His roommate, a bulky colt named Jarir, glared at him with a ferocious intensity.
“ I’m so sorry, I just was going to get my books to study.”
“ That was important enough to ruin my chances? Well, then, I’m sooo relieved.”
“ You could have said something, you know. How was I to know?”
“Oh that’s right, I forgot. You may have ridiculous ears, but they aint attached to no brain. Why am I even talking to you, you stupid ass?
“Alright, I’m leaving, but don’t think I’m letting this slip past. By the way, I’m sure if that’s how you act with her, she’s secretly thanking me. Have fun jerk, but clean up afterward please.”
He ducked out of the room with his saddlebag before Jarir could chuck a book at his head. He didn’t know what had prompted him to be so cheeky, especially to someone who could make his life hell if he chose to. He headed to the common lobby, and then the thought of returning for the night paralyzed him. It was hard to concentrate on his work, or much of anything. This was one of the few times that he was afraid to be alone, not just because students were expected to be in their dorms, or at least not roaming the halls by midnight. He looked at the clock. It read nearly 11. It was futile to try and work on his assignment, and he started pacing back and forth. Cyrus knew that Jarir wouldn’t accept an apology, he had to cool down. He had seen this happen with his roommate before, and even witnessed physical intimidation. Cyrus was skinny and small, and had no chance against him. He had to find somewhere to spend the night. In his mind, there was really only one option.
He grabbed his saddle bag and slipped through the back exit, headed for the town. It was dimly lit in this section, with alleyways casting threatening shadows. Canterlot was not a really scary city, mostly because everypony was inside by 9. But Cyrus was still scared. He could barely remember where it was, and the fear of losing his way played on his senses. His ears seemed to be on high alert, and every crack, every breeze and every rustle started sounding as threatening as the laughter of Nightmare Moon herself. He turned a corner, and finally reached his destination; a slightly shabby set of apartments. Not a soul in sight. Cyrus collected himself a bit, climbed the stairs, and knocked on number 404. A tired looking Dusty Scroll answered.
“Cyrus, what in blazes are you doing here? It’s almost midnight! Someponies are trying to sleep!”
“I know, but I need your help. Can I stay here for the night? I can’t go to my room at the moment.”
He proceeded to recount the events, but being careful to tone down his brashness.
Dusty’s irritated face softened, resembling concern. He let out a sigh, and shifted his glasses up his muzzle.
“This was a bit foalish of you, but alright, you can stay. Just for tonight though, and nopony can know. We cant have students staying out after curfew.”
He motioned for Cyrus to follow him into the very modest, almost spartan living room.
“I only have my bed, but if you like, I could get you a spare blanket, and you can sleep on the couch. Hope that’s alright.”
“It is quite alright, and thank you so much. I don’t know how to repay you.”
“ You don’t have to, that’s what friends do, right?”
“ I’ll be out of here as soon as I can, and I promise I wont get caught sneaking back in. It’ll be like I wasn’t even here.”
“As long as you don’t snore, I think I’ll be fine. Let me get you that blanket.”
The unicorn turned his back to the donkey as he headed for the closet in his bedroom. Cyrus, who was settling in, didn’t see him droop his ears, or hear him mumble to himself,
“ You don’t owe me. If anything, I owe you big time.”

Among the Winding Spires

The sun rose quietly the next morning, a stark contrast from the panicked atmosphere the night before. Dusty had grown accustomed to rising early, because there was always a ray that poked through the front window and into his face, and he hadn’t been able to buy curtains. He saw that Cyrus was still asleep, and felt that he should probably get up. He gently nudged him.
“ No, I don’t want any pretzels…
“Cyrus you gotta get up now”
The donkey looked at him with glazed over eyes and a befuddled expression his ears comically half raised.
“Its too early to be morning.”
“Yeah, maybe Celestia is trolling again, but you still got to get up. Remember, you got class soon.”
That seemed to get his attention, as he shook his head and got off the couch.
“ O crap, that’s right! I completely forgot, I didn’t even remember for a sec why I was here!”
“You remember now, and that’s what’s important.”
“Thanks again, man, I hate to dash and run, but I got to try and finish this homework before school. What frickin’ domuz puts economics first thing in the morning?
“ It is dumb, but you still need to go. I might meet you for lunch, we got a big research session coming up, so I cant make any promises.”
“Ok see ya.”
Cyrus rushed out to the school, already regretting his decision not to have any breakfast. Dusty stayed back to get his mane in order and pick out a nice sweater-vest.
Cyrus managed to get the homework done in the hallway, but was sure that it wasn’t up to snuff, and avoided eye contact with the earth pony instructor. He kinda tuned out the entire lecture, and a bit of the creative writing after that, though hardly anypony noticed. He did not see Jarir, which was a small mercy. He did see Fila, who actually gave him a small smile before looking away. Dusty Scroll was not at lunch, presumably working on that project. What did was the fact that he was actually feeling lonely for once. It was something that he did not experience often, despite spending most of his foal-hood in solitude. The self-reflection was over, however, as soon as he got his oat burger. He felt himself perking up, and soon headed for the next class. He made it halfway before he saw something, or someone, that made his stomach churn. It was Jarir, and he was coming this way.
“Hey punk, you been telling crap about me?”
“No, I swear, I haven’t said anything to anypony.”
“Oh, so you’re a stupid ass and a fricking liar. You been mouthing off how I can’t win a mare.
“What? I haven’t said anything. Before Cyrus could react, that snarky voice popped up again
“But maybe it was Fila. If last night was anything to come by, I’m sure you didn’t leave anyone satisfied.”
Jarir’s eyes bulged as he charged, letting out an angry whinny. Cyrus was too petrified to move, and was easily knocked down. Jarir started pummeling with his sharp hooves, aiming for the soft underbelly. Cyrus became aware of shouting, but he couldn’t make out any words. He couldn’t even feel anything but force, and he started gasping. The world was going hazy again, all noise a vague blurb. Suddenly he felt a surge of energy and, braying loudly, thrust his hind legs up and into his opponent’s stomach as hard as he could. Jarir squealed, and backed off, still swinging.. It was only a moment, but it felt like an eternity later that Cyrus opened his eyes. Some of the horses had separated them, and were helping stand him up.
“Hey are you alright? Can you hear me?”
The voice sounded far away.
“yeah im fine”
I said, are you alright?
The world was coming a little bit back into focus, but only in one eye.
“I think I can walk”
“You might, but we aint taking that chance. Why don’t we walk down to the nurses office,huh?
“Uh, yeah, I guess so, cant see too well anyway.”
“Well no wonder, you got a right shiner there. Surprised you aren’t knocked out.”
“Thanks, I suppose, uh, what’s your name?”
“It’s Amir. Sorry, wasn’t meaning to insult you, but that guy is huge. And if you can’t remember, then you might need to get your head checked.
“I hope its nothing, just a little dazed and tired.”
"We’re here."
Cyrus could hear the nurse galloping out before anything had been said. It was like she had some otherworldly sense of something being wrong. That, or a possible boundary spell had been set off.
“O my sweet Celestia, what happened?
Cyrus was able to focus and could properly see Amir, a green stallion, conversing with the nurse, a pink unicorn mare.
“I got attacked by Jarir, ma’am. “
“It’s true nurse, I was there, and so were a whole lot of others.
“Thank you for bringing him here, unlike those no good security. I’m going to have to lodge a complaint if these stupid Royal Guard dropouts cant even keep you lot from destroying each other. Go on, I got this. Send a note to the professors for him.”
Yes, ma’am. Good luck, Cyrus. Oh, and I almost forgot, here's your hat.” He tossed it to the donkey, who caught it with his teeth.
Cyrus smiled as the nurse pulled him into the station. He did not know what would happen as a result of the fight, or whether Jarir would be foolish enough to strike back. But he couldn’t help but feeling a small bit of pride at landing a blow, if nothing else, to Jarir’s pride. He also felt lucky; if this had happened at home, he would no doubt been arrested, probably beaten some more. He let his mind wander while the nurse examined him. Fortunately, there was no concussion, but she decided to keep him for a while under observation, and to check him for any internal bleeding from the blows to his underbelly.
“You know, you’re quite lucky to get here in time. Especially if you had blacked out, that could lead to serious brain damage. “
“Am I going to get in trouble for this?”
“I don’t know, to be honest. I imagine it might go to the Academy Board. It could be different since you’re both guests here.”“But we’re roommates. I cant go back there, and they cant make me either.”
“No, there’s probably a spare room somewhere. Listen, you need to lie down and rest. I don’t know how strong you donkeys are, but that pounding could’ve taken out an earth pony.”
Cyrus complied and lay down on the cold cot. The nurse went to her desk and started writing, presumably to write a report on his condition. His small sense of pride had morphed into fear, and it festered in his stomach, creating the unpleasant sensation of having swallowed a stone. What if they sent him back? Would he be kicked out of the house, or arrested, for being in a fight with the son of a high-ranking Army officer? He knew this could happen, and his mind uncontrollably conjured up terrifying scenarios. He remembered, as a foal, seeing an old homeless jack being beat up by the “ironshoe” constables when he asked for change, and then arrested for assault. He had never seen the jack again. Moaning slightly, Cyrus grabbed his fez from the table next to the cot and clutched it, hoping that it could somehow give him comfort. The world felt large and dark at that moment, and in this time of weakness, he felt very small indeed as he drifted off into a fitful sleep.

Author's Note

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At the top of the Ivory Tower

He didn’t know how long he laid there, but he suddenly awoke feeling sore, but otherwise alert. The nurse had stepped out, and it was almost silent. He swore he could hear a faint hum, almost like the static on a radio, but more subdued. As he looked around the room, he noticed that a scroll had been placed on the desk a few feet away. He knew what it was, and his stomach dropped. As if drawn by some unseen force, he rose up from the cot and steadily trotted toward the scroll. Unfurling it, he read the ornate horn-writing;
Dear Mr. Cyrus Saddlesore,

It has come to our attention that you were involved in an altercation with another student. We are currently in the middle on an investigation and have already questioned several eyewitnesses. We request your presence in the Academy Board office immediately before dinner so that you can share any pertinent details that can help us reach a responsible administrative decision. Understand that anything you say will be held in the strictest confidence.
We hope that we can make a sensible resolution to this conflict.
Warmest Regards,

Ink Blots, Senior Secretary, Celestia’s Academy for Gifted Unicorns

Cyrus looked at the clock. It was just past 5. Dinner started at 6.
“Damn it all to Tartarus!”
“You want to say that again?”
Cyrus wheeled around to find the nurse standing nearby. He lowered his ears in embarrassment.
“No, I’m sorry, ma’am.”
The nurse gave him a bemused look, then trotted over toward the letter. Without asking, she levitated it with her magic, and gave it a cursory glance.
“Looks like you gotta get moving, do you need any help?”
“No, thanks, I know where the office is.”
“I guess I’ll check you out, you look mostly alright. I’ll give you some pain pills just in case.”
She levitated a bottle into Cyrus’s saddlebag. It was odd how he hadn’t noticed it before, but maybe somebody had brought it up after the fight. He muttered another thanks and set off toward the office. There was nopony around as he ascended the staircase. There was nopony in all the flights he took to reach the office. He was started to get a little tired mostly because the office was located at the top of a long spire. That was probably one thing he didn’t like about Canterlot. Maybe a Pegasus wouldn’t have trouble getting there, but was it really necessary to have all these ornate spires? At least put in a gem-powered elevator.

“Finally” he wheezed as he reached the door. He nudged it open and trotted in.
It was deathly quiet, just like the rest of the darn spire. The receptionist looked up from her cheap romance novel and lazily pointed her hoof towards an adjacent door. He braced himself and went through the door.

“Ah, yes please come in Mr. Saddlesore. Have a seat will you ?”
The speaker was a stately stallion with a grey beard and waistcoat. His cutie mark was obscured by a round desk which he and 5 others sat at.
Cyrus sat at a simple stool, encircled by the imposing bench where the Board were staring at him.
“ I assume you know why you’re here?”
“Yes sir, its because of my uh, altercation.”
“That’s correct. I heard you had to go to the nurse today. In fact, we have a statement from her, but I think now would be a good time to say, in your own words, what happened.
“Well, I was walking in the hall after lunch when my roommate, Jarir, attacked me. He was mad at me for something I didn’t do. I didn’t want to fight, but he charged me and knocked me down. I got him off me eventually, and then Amir helped me to the nurse station. Did you talk to him? He saw the whole thing.”
“What was he mad at you for?” This was another stallion asking, ignoring his question.
“He thought I was spreading rumors about him, about, um, personal matters” Cyrus blushed a tiny bit and tapered off.
“And did you do anything to provoke him?”
“No, I try to avoid him whenever possible. I didn’t even see him all that day, and its not like I talked to anybody.”
“So you didn’t see him at night, then? What about you two in the same room?”
“Well, sirs, he got mad because I had come in when he was, uh, with company. I stayed with a friend.”
The Board glanced at each other knowingly. Cyrus thought he saw one smirk.
“Not to worry, there’s nothing wrong with your behavior in that aspect. It happens to everypony sometime. Maybe next time notify the hall director, son.”
“I’m not in trouble for that, then?”
“No, you don’t have to worry. This is not a punishment board. We just are here to discuss an incident and help keep students safe. Speaking of which, are you feeling alright?”
“Yes. Jarir got me in the head and stomach, but I feel better now.
“That’s good to hear. We are so sorry that you were hurt. We try to keep an open and welcoming environment for all our guests.
“When do I learn what happens to me?”
“That will come in a few minutes, when we convene. We will ask you to wait in reception for a bit. I think we have all we need to hear, but one more question if you would.”
“Yes?”
“Who was the friend you were staying with?”
Cyrus hesitated slightly, remembering Dusty’s fear of breaking the rules, but figured it would matter little.
“His name is Dusty Scroll, and I stayed at his apartment after Jarir kicked me out.”
“Ah, I see. Just wanted to know that you are indeed making friends. That kind of thing is important to us Equestrians, you know.”
“I understand.”
Feeling a little bit awkward, Cyrus got up and left the room. He made his way back to the reception desk, where he shuffled a bit under the indifferent gaze of the secretary. Now that he was no longer in a daze, either from hunger or from injury, he was bored out of his mind. It must have been 10 minutes before the Board speaker entered the room. He had a neutral expression, do doubt from years of dealing with difficult situations like this.
“Mr. Saddlesore, the Board has concluded that you had little to no fault in this unfortunate altercation. We have taken steps to deal with Jarir, and while I cant tell you exactly what is to happen, I advise that you stay at a friend’s tonight.”
“Thank you so much, sir. I have just been so worried about the whole thing.”
“And don’t worry about missing classes, I’m sure the professors will understand the dilemma and give you some leeway. I’ve seen your grades anyway, and you seem to be doing well regardless.”
With that, the garrulous Board member turned and left. Cyrus continued to walk down the accursed stairs. He Hoped he would see Dusty at dinner, so he could ask to stay again. He was relieved about the situation, but felt slightly off put by the airy nature of the Board.

We'll get back to the story after a brief intermission

“So you need to stay at my place again, then?”
“That’s right. I hope its ok.”
“Dude, you don’t have to ask, you know you’re always welcome at my place.”
“I know, its just a bad habit. I don’t like speaking up, cause I get kinda mouthy, and , well I guess you heard about how well that ended up.”
“ That guy was messed up. With that short of a temper, its no wonder he’s going to leave. I know they didn’t say it outright, but its going to happen, mark my words.”
“You think anyone will hold it against me?”
“Nah, I’ve seen the way Jarir acted. I don’t think anypony will miss him much. It’s kinda surprising how he got here in the first place. Didn’t seem so bright.”
“Well, I think his father was a Captain in the army. He had a griffin helmet in the room, a trophy no doubt, so I’m sure his dad was on active duty. Folks tend to do what captains want.”
Dusty looked slightly taken aback at the thought. Perhaps the concept of nepotism hadn’t occurred to him. Cyrus was amused at this. Ponies could be so naïve and honest. Then again, Dusty tended to get flustered easily.
“That’s just how it works back home.”
He nodded, though still looking indignant.
“Hey, I was wondering , the movie theatre is showing the new Daring Do serials. I know it’s a little juvenile, but you maybe want to go? No need to just stay at my place the whole time, its boring. It was clear he was trying to change the subject, ponies didn’t seem to be so big on confrontation.
“Sure, that sounds like fun. I haven’t seen any of the Daring Do movies, we didn’t have a theater. You know which ones are out?”
“Well, I know that they don’t really follow the books, but the last one I saw had her discover her father had gone missing in Baltimare. Apparently he was looking for Celestia’s Comb, said to have magical properties, and had been lost in Horseshoe Bay.”
“You think Ahuizotl got to him?”
“I don’t know, he wasn’t in the last one. Or maybe they couldn’t afford the costume design again.”
“Sounds a bit like a cheap way to leave out an important character.”
“The action scenes can be pretty good, but I think the main draw is the actress who plays Daring. I could look at her all day, but I don’t have that many bits.”
Cyrus smiled a little at this.
“Ok, lets go. I promise I wont mooch off you again.”
“You’re lucky I’m such a generous stallion. Otherwise, I might have to take a bat to your head.” He attempted to make a snarl that only ended with his glasses slipping off his muzzle. He used his magic to correct it.
Dusty wouldn’t look intimidating to a newborn. The image of him being threatening was enough to get him to laugh. The agreed to head out for the showing after dinner. Although Canterlot usually didn’t have much of a night life, the theater was packed, and not with the usually snobby elite that lived here. Day laborers and taxi stallions had clearly saved up their bits, and it was clear that they weren’t quite interested in the plot of the story. They crammed the back row. Students from both the Academy and several public schools were crowded in the front aisles. Fillies and colts ran around unattended, their parents trying to sneak in cider and then trying to pick a fight with the beleaguered usher. Somehow, this made Cyrus feel at ease. This was a break from the refined capitol city, and closer to the familiar rough and tumble atmosphere of Istanburro, but without the grimness. They sat down to watch the movie, taking care to avoid the bulky white Pegasus who had inexplicably brought a pillow with the star’s likeness, muttering something about a waifu, whatever that was. The theater darkened, the news reel popped up, and the tinkling piano music that, according to Dusty accompanied nearly every film started to play.

The film itself was not all that spectacular, but it did have some high points. Dusty really liked how they actually used Baltimare instead of a set in Las Pegasus, even paying homage to a local landmark, Nacho Mare’s. He lived there as a foal and still had a bit of loyalty to it, no matter how long he lived in the capitol. Cyrus liked the fight sequences with the sirens inhabiting the bay, and it was silently agreed that the best part was Ruffled Feathers, the actress who played Daring. The director had obviously known this, getting a lot of shots from behind.

A history lesson

The weeks passed by in Canterlot rather uneventfully. Cyrus was still quite shy, but no longer felt the specter of fear. After a few days, some of the pupils gave him friendly acknowledgement, or just left him alone. The ponies were as cheerful as ever as the weather teams brought in winter. They seemed quite happy, yet so oblivious and carefree that it was unnerving. Perhaps this was just because they seemed to have no idea of what was happening outside of Equestria, but Cyrus knew. He made sure Dusty knew it too when the next letter from home came. They were in the lobby of the dorms.
“What’s your letter got to say now?”
“This ones written by mum. She doesn’t go outright and say anything bad’s happening, but you can tell.”
Is it the Army again?
No, its not that. The Army actually doesn’t bother them too bad, given Dad’s position. Get this, she goes to the well to draw water like she does everyday, and there’s a line. Some official is making them all go through a line and pay a toll, and show an i.d. before they get the water. ”
“That’s preposterous! How could they justify that?
I’m not sure. She does mention how Dad’s off training again. Reckon its another security measure.”
That’s how it always starts. It’s always in the name of security.
“What do you mean, Dusty?”
“Well, since you met that market jack, I’ve felt I should know more about outside Equestria. So I hit the library.
“That’s your solution for everything, huh egghead?”
“Hey, it works.”
“Sorry for interrupting.”
“It’s fine. You ever hear about how the Griffon Kingdom split in two?
“Not really. Its not like they taught much in school, other than how great the horses and the emperor were.”
Well, its funny how little there was. Makes me realize just how self centered Equestria is. Anyway, about 500 years ago, there was a schism between the Griffins. The nobles fought against the newly rising merchants, who had been gaining power. The nobles and the king started monitoring the merchants, making them pay a toll whenever they left their cities. But that was to keep tabs on them, and then the skirmishes started.
“Are you saying that my folks are going to get killed?!”
“No, I don’t think so, though, from what I’ve heard, it might get rough out there. I’ll ask a question after my history lesson, and then we can attempt to analyze where this is going, okay?
The donkey nodded his head. Dusty continued.
“Anyway, there was a city full of merchants called Adlerstadt. They caused a lot of trouble, and started raising an army. The nobles tried to suppress them, but by the end, it tore the Griffon Kingdom apart. The nobles gathered what was left of their territories and formed the Holy Griffon Kingdom, while the merchants expanded to make the Ironclaw Empire. Adlerstadt was then raised up to be the capitol, while the other side shifted its capitol further west to the wealthy town of Fancy.”
“ You’re getting into lecture mode again. What’s the point to all this?”
“Well, maybe it wont play out like it had. Griffons are notoriously violent, and the Kingdom was falling into disrepair. It wasn’t until the two nations had formed that Celestia brokered a peace. The question I have to ask, is there a place within Saddle Arabia where there might be discontent?
“There is Kashan. It’s mostly full of donkeys, and its an important port connecting the kingdom with the zebras and the things they bring. A flash appeared to spark in his eyes as comprehension dawned over him.
“Do you think Kashan might revolt, so they’re going after donkeys? Istanburro’s got a lot of them too. Bunch of cows and sheep, but they don’t get bothered much.”
“I can’t say for certain. But judging by what we know, the horses are still fighting over the coal depots, and they might not like it if they see Kashan as a thorn in their side.”
“You know, I’d hate to say it, but I hope the war goes on for a while.”
“Why would that be?”
“I know its creating scapegoats, but then, its always been like this. With the war, they got most of the troops occupied. If they had nothing better to do, I hate to think what they could get up to. I heard long ago there was a riot in Istanburro over raised bread prices. The army came in and there was blood in the streets for days. They say that it reached the insignias the horses wear on their backs, which is why the bottoms are still red.”
Dusty looked a little paler at the mention of blood.
“Can we, er not talk about blood and things like that?
“Sorry, just thought it would be pertinent. What, hasn’t Equestria ever had bloodshed?”
There was that voice again. It tended to be sarcastic, angry, and came up at the most inopportune times.
“Not to that scale, as far as I know. There may have been some violence before the uniting of the tribes, but the last real war was over 800 years ago.”
“You ponies have no fighting spirit. It’s a wonder the pegasi can still teach military tactics. I mean, your settlers tried to fight a stampede with friggin’ pies! That’s pretty avaazi of you.
“ That was pretty stupid, I honestly have no idea what they were thinking. But I can say that worrying about your parents isn’t going to help them much. I know you might be lashing out out of worry, but you have to concern yourself with your studies. They are going well, yes?
Cyrus looked a little grumpy at being cut off. His ears drooped and his tail twitched, but he sat down and started speaking calmly.
“Yea there going fine. I might not be the best but I do well enough. What about your new experiment?”
Dusty smiled, knowing that the conflict was gone for now.
“Well, after the Everfree fiasco, we’re staying away from any living matter for the time being. The permanent duplication spell is being looked into as a combination of a speed up spell applied to water from a Mirror pool. The trick is trying to get it in the right dosage, and getting it to stop. “
“I wonder if you could reverse the spell, make things permanently disappear. It would help with the parasprite problem.”
“That might come into play, but it’s not my department’s focus at the moment.”
“Is duplication the main focus of the department, then? Wouldn’t that get a bit stale if that’s the only thing your working on”
“Well, there are several long term projects. Permanent duplication spells are one. Magical enhancement’s another big one. A lot of unicorns have trouble doing even simple telekinesis. Aside from harmful charms, like the Alicorn Amulet, there isn’t much
that can be done. Now that would be interesting to study.”
“Something I’ve always wanted to ask. You ever hear about research into non-unicorn magic?”
“Why do you want to know?” The unicorn adjusted his glasses. It was not an accusatory tone, but a puzzled one.
Cyrus felt a little put on the spot. It was that ever hopeful, ever stupid wish of his. He envied magic users, not to the extent of jealousy, but it left him unsatisfied a lot. He couldn’t bring himself to admit this impossible desire.
“Well,uh, I heard that a few years ago some monster was stealing everypony’s magic. If you rely on magic for everything, wouldn’t it make sense to see if you can look into other pony magic? Or even non-pony?”
Dusty was smiling sadly.
“I swear, if the research department had a motto, it would be “Where’s the fun in making sense?” I actually agree with you there, but we’re so stuck on focusing on one subject that we won’t open our eyes. Innate pegasi and earth pony magic is just as important, yet it gets shoved to the side. I remember when that monster came. I was a student at the Academy, was catching a show, when he and Discord popped up out of nowhere. He drained all the magic. All of it. It felt like my life was leeched away, like I was sick with the flu, but the worst part was when my mark vanished.” He touched the mark, an open scroll with a quill across, as if the memory had caused some pain.
“We were helpless against this creature. We barely even knew where he came from. Maybe if we knew more about our own magic, or even had some safeguard we could have done something to stop it. But nothing! It’s just the same old run around.”
Some light grey sparks were emitting from his horn. A nearby desk was beginning to levitate, and turn purple.
Cyrus could see that Dusty was frustrated. He had been holding onto some of his own grievances and anger, but it was assuaged by a need to calm the unicorn down. He put a hoof around Dusty’s shoulder. This is awkward, he thought to himself. But maybe it can at least show I’m trying. Hopefully I wont change color.
“Hey, it’s going to be all right. I know it’s frustrating now, but you’re going to be ok.”
The desk landed with a thump, still purple.
“I’m sorry I get all worked up like this.”
“Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us.”
Dusty’s horn finally stopped glowing. He actually gave Cyrus a brief hug. Cyrus looked away and awkwardly patted him on the back.
“Hey, maybe we can take a break from this for awhile. We’ve been cooped up all day, we need to get out. Clear the head, you know”
Dusty nodded.
“Hey, maybe a stroll through the Canterlot gardens? I’ve always wanted to see those.”
The unicorn perked up, clearly getting ready to lecture. That was fine. Dusty was going to be fine.
“Oh, yes, the gardens are the finest in Equestria! They were built after Celestia relocated the capitol. It’s not been quite the same in some places since the return of Discord, but then again, it makes the maze all the more exciting when it changes around. Did you know that the gardens have both a permanent staff of gardeners and weather-ponies? It takes at least 10 clouds worth of water to keep them hydrated. The royal Garden Corp was established 970 years ago, when Celestia’s favorite rosebush was…

Sunset on Canterlot

It was nearing the end of the year. It was the end of spring and a heat wave had rushed in, but Canterlot still had a nice breeze floating through the mountains, so it was tolerable compared to the towns below it. The river and scenic waterfalls often attracted the denizens after nightfall, where a lights display would cause the falls to change color as it careened down into the valley. Classes would officially end at the beginning of summer, where the students would witness the Sun Celebration, and then take a few trips before being taken to Manehattan for the airship back home. There was celebration in the air, but also sadness. Despite initial reservations, the Saddle Arabians had branched out to form friendships with their pony classmates. They had also, probably to the dismay of their parents, discovered a taste for Canterlot’s expensive restaurants and tea parlors. The new coffee shop, though, was often the favorite hangout. Even the donkey, normally wary and pessimistic, could be seen there on occasion. He didn’t really drink coffee, but found it was a good place to sit and read, or study. Sometimes Dusty would join him, but the lab beckoned the unicorn more and more, with work on the duplication spell continuing fruitlessly. Apparently, some of the higher ups were under the assumption that a certain number of unicorns had to supply magic simultaneously, so the poor junior researchers were called for long stints. Despite this, the unicorn seemed to regain his old scholastic rigor, though any conversations about alternate magic were avoided. Cyrus sensed a bit of resentment if it was brought up, and learned to veer conversation away from it. He was still interested, but instead focused his energies on studies. They were fairly easy, though his favorite was chemistry. It was something that, unlike military studies, he could actually hope to pursue.

Equestrian education systems were very odd. They prized academic excellence, sometimes to the point of pedantry, but there were no finals. This was no surprise, as it was outlined in the syllabi from the beginning, but it was still a shock to the Saddle Arabians. Grades were simply a culmination of the past work, apparently finals caused students in the past too much stress.
“It’s the effort that counts. What you learned is not measured in one moment, but how it enriches the rest of your life” said the philosophy professor when Amir questioned the rationale of the no finals policy.
“But sir, I heard from the staff that you used to do finals not too long ago. Why the sudden change in structure?”
“Oh yes, well, you see, unicorns can have trouble controlling their magic when they are emotionally compromised, especially young ones. This one filly, poor thing, when she got worked up, had a nasty habit of accidentally turning ponies into plants. We usually managed to set things right in the end though” said the stallion, scratching some leaves from his mane. The class looked at each other, sharing an expression of surprise and amusement. Amir even looked to the donkey with a grin, apparently forgetting about his inability to transmit thoughts. It was nice to be noticed, even if, by the looks of it, it was probably a corny joke. Cyrus smiled politely. It would soon be time to leave. After school, grades would be given, and the students would move, with the rest of the city, to the park where the all night Summer sun Celebration. He was rather looking forward to it. The city had quite grown on him, and he was a bit sad to leave its spiraling towers and beautiful greenery behind. But that fresh summer air, warm and calming but not yet humid, had an effect of lightening everyone’s moods and causing a stirring. He did not hear much of what the professor had to say, he probably got off track anyway. He was in a summer daze when the class got out, and they headed down to the main lobby, where assistants were handing out folders with grades printed out, as well as a copied note from the head of the school, thanking them for their hard work, wishing them well in the future, and other meaningless sayings. Cyrus grabbed it with his tail and was pleasantly surprised. He had never quite felt at place, and feared his grades might suffer for it, especially during the Jarir incident. But he actually passed everything, with high marks in chemistry and history. He smiled and trotted off to meet Dusty after dropping off his grades at his room. They never did give him another roommate, and that was fine.

Canterlot was also beautiful at night. Cyrus even found himself chuckling at his previous fear. The residents had turned off all the lights, save for the park, so the stars, arrayed in a magnificent display, were splayed across the velvet sky. He saw Dusty waiting, and, without saying a word, they made their way to the park. He lit his horn, glowing a soft gray to match his eyes. He had a grin normally reserved for recounting pedantic tales. Cyrus followed, not wanting to break the tranquil spell. The soft quiet as they walked the moonlit streets was hypnotic, the streets painted in softer shades of grey. His ears twitched as he heard movement. Other ponies, mostly unicorns, had joined the silent walk, the multitude of colored auras bouncing like fireflies. A soft whoosh as the pegasi flew overhead, joined by batponies. Everypony seemed drawn to the park, united in their admiration of the night’s beauty. Cyrus felt calm, the nights tranquility finally soothing his nerves. He felt natural, a part of this landscape. It was the dawn of a new sun, a time to relax the mind and let go of past regrets. They approached the park, where rides and vendors blasted their colorful sights and sounds into the gentle night. Cyrus had not been on any of these types of rides, so Dusty, ever eager to be the guide, took him on all of them at east twice. They would have gone on the spinning teacups another time, but a grey mare had somehow broken it just by sitting in one of the cups. Finally, it was time for the ceremony. The royal guard appeared and announced the arrival of the two Royal sisters. The ponies were in awe, but the Saddle Arabians were absolutely dazzled. Cyrus found himself transfixed on their impossible manes. The excitement was almost physical as the ceremony saw the introduction of Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, and her sonic boom to ring in the summer sun. Everypony was cheering, as giddy as foals. It was certainly very infectious. Cyrus didn’t even notice when Dusty was nudging him, didn’t hear the words being yelled over the multitude. He did notice when a grey aura tugged on his tail, and realized he had to get going.

“I wish we had something like that back, home. I don’t know how you all manage to keep things so festive, and yet so safe.”
“ Well, they learned the hard way not to sell cider in public places, especially in huge events. I don’t know if you realized, but ponies tend to get panicky easily, and cider doesn’t help.”
“You ponies never cease to amaze me” said Cyrus, with a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice. If the unicorn did pick it up, he did not let on. The train whistle blew, signaling the passengers to get ready.
“You know, you don’t have to come all the way, its quite a long trip.”
“That’s alright, I actually have the day off. Besides, I haven’t been to Manehatten in a long time. No need to worry about me.” They started walking towards the train platform, as the conductor shouted his last warning call. They got in the car with the Saddle Arabians, who were waving goodbye to the ponies on the platform as it filled with steam, the engine starting. The unicorn and the donkey settled down in a seat in the back, enjoying the last view of the magnificent city before it disappeared behind the mountains.