The Curse With No Cure

Mystic slowly woke up at the feeling of warmness. He looked around at the sight of white walls with green curtains. He sure is confused about this.

"Where am I?" Asked Mystic as he scratched his head and slowly sat. He turned to see the Captain named Paddington and a doctor named Cure.

"In Manehattan, son" answered Pad.

"Manehattan?" Mystic asked.

"Yep, we could have died out there if it weren't for you. And you swallowed a whole gallon of oil and salty water." Said Paddington.

Mystic coughed. "Oh, that explains it."

"You need to rest a little. You need to drink at least three gallons a day." Said the doctor.

"And we've noticed your wings son," said Pad.

"Yeah, they're in a bad color right?" Asked Mystic. "I was born with it."

"Are you royalty or something?" Asked the doctor.

"Royalty?" Asked Mystic. "No, I don't think so."

"Well, you have a pair of wings and a horn. Are you sure you're not royal?" Asked Pad, peering curiously at him.

"Trust me, I've been living in a box with my medallion and my....book!" Said Mystic before turning in to a panicked look. "Have you seen my bag?"

"Hey. Calm yourself down. You'll make your health worse. Don't worry, it's right over there." Said Doctor Cure, pointing at the bag lying on the

floor. Pad grabbed the bag and handed to Mystic.

"Phew, it's all here," said Mystic. Sighing in relief. "Thanks. Now I should get going."

"If Doc says it's alright," said Pad.

"Of course you can, but make sure you drink a lot," said doc.

"Sure do," said Mystic as he hopped of his bed and grabbed a new cloak, but he halted. "Where's mine?" Asked Mystic.

"We threw it in the trash," said Doctor Cure. "If we don't, you'll get a disease."

"The pony you saved from dying wants to say thanks by giving a brand new cloak!" Said Pad. "By the way, his name is Conrad Shield."

"I really want to thank him but I have nothing to give for I am a poor pony." Said Mystic sadly.

"It's alright,  your gallantry is already enough," said Pad.

"I should catch the nearest train to Canterlot," said Mystic. He sighed, "But I have no bits."

"You can walk," suggested Pad, giving a wink at Cure.

"Yeah, that might work. I'll be going. Merci beaucoup !" Said Mystic as he walked out of the room boldly with his saddle, cloak, and medal on.

Pad and Cure looked at each other.  "What does that mean?" Asked Pad.

Sherlock Hooves and Dr. Neighson came passing. "I think that meant 'Thanks a lot'," Said Sherlock.

Dr Neighson stared at him. "How do you know?"

"Elementary, my dear friend," Sherlock chuckled.