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A breeze blew again, calm. The arctic was a calm place, no crickets, no chirping birds, the only thing that Dry Boy heard was the breathing and stepping of the polar bear and soothing winds. The travel was nearing to it's last southern region, which means in the next day or so, the sun will finally be out. As Dry Boy rode the back of the polar bear, he looked up to the sky and saw the waving and giant glowing lights flashing themselves and dancing like ribbons in the sky. Then a small little voice spoke inside of his head saying: "Her mane will be like the sky as it is now. It will  be as colorful as the northern lights, with stars scattered all about it". Dry Boy took a breathe and remembered those words and every other word that was spoken to him for things that will happen. He will soon see whether his grand amount of faith was worth it or not. Dry Boy continued to stare up at the artwork above him, the beauty of it made him feel like being prepared to having a filled stomach with a satisfying end to a fire inwardly engulfing him. The polar bear's steps crushed the snow beneath him like a steady tempo and Dry Boy decided to hum his favorite gospel song along with it. There was nothing else to do, but continue the journey and walk with his Creator. He tried moving his legs to go along with the song, but his hind legs did not seem to move, he still had a bit of trouble feeling anything with those legs.

He began to think again. Why a polar bear? All his life he was called a bear, and the Creator sent a bear to carry him to safety two times already. He remembered the days after his parents had died, he was sent to a mental asylum for trauma treatment, it was where he got his cutiemark, a straitjacket. Dry Boy would have his emotional and mental breakouts and breakdowns. His breakouts were screams, kicks, fighting the doctors and nurses, biting himself, tearing off his own hair, and peeling off his own fur. His breakdowns were constant day-long crying and weeping. If he wasn't having a breakdown he was having a breakout, and if he wasn't having a breakout he was having a breakdown. Dry Boy wasn't willing that the doctors and nurses would give him the needle because he was very terrified of it and seeing the needle made his breakouts even worse and it turned his breakdowns into breakouts. The needle put him to sleep, and Dry Boy was paranoid about the things the doctors and nurses would do to him while he was asleep. Dry Boy was still younger than ten and the only way the doctors and nurses were able to calm him down was by giving him a big stuffed polar bear, he cuddled it, hugged it, and cradled with it, he cried on it, he kissed it, and he played with it, he laughed with it, he smiled at it, and he was happy with it, he loved it. Dry Boy loved polar bears from that point on, it was the only thing that understood his anguish, the only thing that felt his heart break along with him. Dry Boy's parents were dead and that bear was the only thing that Dry Boy felt love from. Dry Boy remembered accidentally getting a tear onto the bear's cheek and he remembered saying to it "Don't cry, Mr Beary" At that age, the bear was the only thing Dry Boy knew, it was the last thing Dry Boy had for himself, the only resting bosom that a young little boy could sleep upon and say "I love you", and the last delight glowing with positivity for his shattered and bleeding heart. Dry Boy remembered what he said to that stuffed animal when he was a young foal, and he said it aloud along with the memory but also along with his heart to the thing he was being carried by

"Some day, I want to be just like you. A nice big cuddly polar bear" Then Dry Boy saw where was the Creator in those days. The Creator had always been in the bear. Here he was again, carrying him, the pony with broken legs but a walking heart, an empty stomach but faith filled like a pool of water. A mission for pony, an impossible mission for a pony, but a possible mission for a carried pony. Not carried by things that are seen, nor by principalities and traditions, or works or sayings, but a pony carried by the Creator. A pony carried by the Creator's grace. A pony carried by the Creator's faith. A pony carried by the Creator's Love. A pony carried by the Creator. Then Dry Boy started to sing the lyrics to his favorite gospel song "Amazing Grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. I was once was lost but now I'm found. Was blind but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear and grace my fears relieved. How precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed. When we've been there ten thousand years bright shining as the sun we've no less days to sing God's praise then when we first begun. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I'm found. Was blind, but now I see." Dry Boy remembered how much he cried after his parents had left, almost as much as if the entire arctic were to be melted. Nearly his entire life was spent crying. When he was born, he was crying. His first time hearing about the Creator, he cried. His first time reading his Bible, he cried. Growing up, he was crying. His parents dieing, he cried. Being in the asylum, he cried. Getting his cutiemark, he cried. Graduating elementary school, he cried. As he went through high school, he had a period in life where he didn't cry, but when he was accepted into the army when he was seventeen, he cried. Graduating high school, he cried. Before deployment into his own country to fight off invaders, he cried. Through out the four year Caneighdian war, he cried at moments. When the war was over, he cried. When the war in hoofghanistan begun, he cried. When he met his new best friend Andrew, he cried. When the Hoofghanistan war had ended, he cried. When he went to live in Equestria with Andrew, he cried. When he was kicked out of Andrew's life, he cried. While he was travelling to Caneighda, he cried. When he was kicked out of Mariam's house, he cried. While he was fleeing, he cried. When he came to the tree, he cried himself to sleep. Before he hung himself, he cried. After he hung himself and he met the Creator, he cried. And from that point on, he has had his periodic moments of crying while traveling to where he is now and he still has a lot more crying to do until he eventually runs out of tears. Dry Boy reminisced how good the Creator has been to him all through out his life, and eventually he started to cry again, he cried until he felt sleepy and since he couldn't cry and sleep in the same time, he decided to lay down on the fluffy back of the bear and fall asleep.

Dry Boy woke up. No dream, and nothing special, just another cracking back and still no movement in his legs. He didn't take a long nap, but upon waking up. He looked into the distance and saw far out there that the color of the sky was fading into an orange, and Dry Boy felt very relieved. At long last, he was finally nearing the end of the arctic. Just a couple kilometers more, and he was hoping to find some life, native ponies or hikers, anything he'd be able to get some food from. He thought about eating some of the penguins he saw, but he had nothing to cook up the meat with, the bear however took no time to rush them down and eat one of the penguins. Strange how there were penguins all the way up there, they usually don't hang around in the northern area of the southern region, but the polar bear needed to eat if it was going to have sufficient amount of energy to carry Dry Boy. Dry Boy remained awake until the sun was finally out, and when the rays of light hit the three of them, they all felt splendid. The phoenix, finally seemed to be happy from the heat coming off of the sun, and it jumped as if it was dancing with a very content joy in it's soul. The polar bear walked with a smile on it's face, and Dry Boy felt a satisfying pleasure as light finally shun upon his face. At the southern region, Dry Boy began to see a lot more wild life, more penguins, seals and sea lions, and birds, winter foxes, fish in the waters where the glaciers floated, white rabbits, afar off he saw another polar bear, and even a party of whales. But Dry Boy rejoiced the most when he saw something that was not living, a snow-angel on the ground. A sign that there were residents near by, a sign that intelligence treaded the same snow he walks on. Dry Boy saw hoof prints as well, but not the same as a pony's hoof, but he knew that it was something that could speak, he felt it. The polar bear seemed to follow the hoof prints without Dry Boy having to tell it, Dry Boy started to get paranoid if the pony of whom the hoof-prints belonged to didn't want to be disturbed. After all, they lived out here for a reason. He thought about taking a different path, but whether Dry Boy wanted to or not the polar bear followed the hoof-prints. Eventually, the hoof-prints led over a hill, and once Dry Boy was over it, he saw a walled kingdom made of wood. Once Dry Boy came close to the back gate, he looked to the carvings on the wood of the gate. He couldn't read the inscription, but if he knew anything about geography, he recognized those characters from the yakyakitani language, and once he saw the writing, he new that this was Yakyakistan.

"HALT! WHO GOES THERE PONY?" a grungy voice shouted at him from above the walls inside of a watch tower. Dry By looked above and saw an armed yak looking down at him through it's thick brown hair.

"Just a traveler, friend. Do you happen to have any food? I haven't eaten in days and I can't move my legs"

"FROM WHERE DOES PONY COME FROM?"

"I come from the distant land of Caneighda, from beyond the center drift"

The yak took time to observe the pony riding on the back of the bear while putting his axe and crossbow aside and combing his beard. "WHY PONY HAVE GUN?"

"I have it for self defense... I mean no intention to cause harm with it"

The yak still looked down at him, and remained silent for a while, "PONY STAY WHERE YOU ARE, PONY!" then he went away. Dry Boy waited at the gate for about five minutes, then the large gates were opened but he was greeted by a party of armed yaks. The yak wearing a golden ironclad helmet, who looked to be the leader of the bunch commanded Dry Boy.

"Give yaks gun and yaks take you to prince. If pony no give yaks gun, yaks refuse entry into Yakyakistan"

Dry Boy disarmed himself and gave them his C6 and the entire belt of bullets around his torso.

The yaks took the machine gun and held onto it while one of the other yaks led the polar bear to the castle of Prince Rutherford. The journey was long. They had to travel through twenty districts until they got to the barred walls of the tall standing wooden castle. The city in total was made out of wood, every shop and every house was made out of wood. Dry Boy was even curious of where they got all that wood in the snowy land. They civilians looked almost as if they were regular ponies, except they weren't ponies. The national guard yaks looked much taller than the everyday yak and of course they were decorated with much jewelry and what looked to be little-to-no armor. Dry Boy paid his most attention to the food markets scattered across the kingdom, and he almost fell off his ride when trying to get a better sniff at roasted meat from one of the shops. Of course a pony riding a massive polar bear through the middle of Yakyakistan caught some eyes, and Dry Boy had a feeling some of the local populace who looked at him too long were saying something about him in Yakish, maybe some ponies recognized him or maybe it was typical anti-pony racism or maybe it was because he was riding on top of a massive polar bear that was taller than the guards escorting him. This was his first time every encountering yaks, and he wasn't scared or nervous but he was hungry. He didn't even think about what he was going to say to the prince, all he thought about was eating and it was the only thing he looked forward to when finally entering the kingdom.

Time eventually passed, and they were at last entering through the front doors of the castle of Prince Rutherford. The yaks asked if he could get off his bear but Dry Boy had no way to walk because his legs were still immovable. So Prince Rutherford decided to go and meet Dry Boy instead.

"Greetings, pony" The pony came out through a large doorway with statues of yaks at the side and wooden carvings and vines with leafs all over the walls. The tall yak had multiple golden rings hugging the horns of his head, a crown with what looked to be made out of a dark grey marble and gems at every pointing top corners of the crown, he had earrings of golden bells that hung from his drooping ears, and a turquoise drape that covered the large arch of his back.

"Greetings, good sir"

"What is your name, pony?"

"My name is Dry Boy SnuggleBottoms"

"SnuggleBottoms, why pony come to Yakyakistan?"

"I am travelling to the land of Equestria, and came across Yakyakistan. Instead of going around it, I am now here to see if I may have any food"

The large yak gave an abrupt "Hmph" the prince thought about what he should do with the pony "From where pony come from, again?"

"From a land beyond the center drift, from the land of Caneighda"

"Oh, so pony must have traveled far. What does pony go to Equestria for?"

Dry Boy paused for a moment and looked at all the yaks looking back at him, he thought about what to say because he barely even knew what he was going to Equestria for, but he answered with what he was told "I go to someone whom I love"

Prince Rutherford looked astonished "Woah... Pony must really love other pony if pony cross center drift for her"

"Yes, she is finer than all the riches of the world"

"Ponies always surprise me. Ponies have much friendship, even more than yaks. I have learned much friendship from ponies before in the past" The yak yelled out to his bondservant in Yakish, and when the shorter yak came, Prince Rutherford instructed the bondservant to bring food for Dry Boy. "How long will pony stay?" asked Prince Rutherford to Dry Boy

"Well, I just plan on getting a good meal and continuing on my journey"

The yak gave another breathy and abrupt "Hmph" the short little bondservant came again with a container with steam leaking from the openings of the container. Dry Boy quickly grabbed it but then stretched out his coat to rest the hot container there. "Thanks, friend" He opened it to see what it was.

"Chicken of the north" said the Prince yak. It was penguin meat.

The steam floated out like a fiery furnace being opened and covered the entirety of Dry Boy's head. He blew away the steam and blew on the meat so that it may be warmed, but he figured he might as well eat it on the journey where it would be much colder. "I'd rather eat this on the rest of the way to Equestria, would be better if I saved it till then"

"So then I guess this is goodbye, pony friend"

"I guess it is, good sir" Dry Boy saluted the Prince, and the guards led the bear out side of the castle. He was led all the way to the southern entrance of Yakyakistan and eventually he left Yakyakistan, and he continued with his journey.