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The Gurkha lay there in ruins. It was immobile and sat there like a roasted marshmallow. However, it was not completely toasted. Dry Boy took the time to search throughout the car and found some parts of the internal workings that were not harmed by the flames. He figured that if he was going to travel across the arctic toward the south and reside at the kingdom of Equestria, he was definitely going to need a good pair of snow shoes and very thick winter clothing. His phone however, was also destroyed in the fire and he had no way to locate any major cities or to contact anyone. The pathway he took to get by the tree was covered in snow and he did not know where the road was. Dry Boy could still manage to make a bag out of the burnt blanket that was on top of his bed, it was not completely destroyed because of the snow that landed on it. Inside of the bag he put the small parts that he needed, and in another bag he made, he put in his Bible. He tied them both around his waist with the rope he used to hang himself with, he strapped his C6 around his side also with the ammo belt hugging around his torso, he looked to the sky and suddenly remembered where the road was, so he left and abandoned the bag of weed and left it there to be dead and forgotten.

Dry Boy knew that there was a village just south east of where he was, he remembered passing it when he came out here. He walked a long distance on the road and did not grow tired. He arrived there, he looked around the village for a mechanic and upon finding a store for used mechanical goods, he put down his belongings at the front entrance and said to himself "Good ol' army legs still work" The bell to the door jingled, and the pony behind the counter called out to him:

"Hello, there"

Dry Boy carried the bag of items to him and threw them on top of the counter. "Yeah, my car broke down so I'm selling what was left of it"

The pony at the counter made a deal with him, five hundred pieces of silver for everything. With that much money, Dry Boy had more than enough for snow shoes and winter clothing, he had enough for food. Dry Boy picked up his C6 and the bag with his Bible and carried them away again. Looking through out the village, he first searched for a restaurant where he could eat a small meal. Then he went to a small super market where he could buy food for the journey. Finally, he looked to local shops for the snow shoes, snow pants, and an orange and brown fur-jacket. Once everything was obtained, he left the village and began his journey to Equestria. He stepped off of the road and made his own path that faced south. He did not know where exactly he went, all he knew was that he faced Equestria and walked straight. Food in his bag, his C6 strapped to him, and his book of faith also tied to him, but the most important of all these was his faith. Without faith, he could go no where. Dry Boy thought as he walked. He thought how his tale sounded so crazy from an outside perspective, but since he was regained in wisdom once again, he knew that once a pony understood the ways of reality, what was once crazy and extreme to think is now the founding base of what life stood upon.

The new week was the beginning of the journey. The weather was not bad, and walking across the flat-land was not difficult. The snow sparkled from the sun, and the sky was cloud-less. However, it was still freezing. Dry Boy walked a very long distance already, he almost thought for a second that he did not move because he saw no mountain, hill, ice berg, or any sign of life just the same old flat land, until he finally saw an iceberg. That was a sign that further beyond was going to be even colder, so he slid up his scarf over his snout. He started to see winter birds and small clubs of penguins diving into cold little bodies of water. There was a slope down hill and when he came across slopes too difficult to walk down, he slid down with his belly and his legs spread out open. Dry Boy walked and walked and walked, his legs staring to grow tired and sweat inflating his fur like a sponge underneath his clothing, but further into the arctic he went, the colder it got. Dry Boy decided to rest for a while, it had already been noon and the sun was beginning to set. He didn't know how far into the center drift he was, he didn't even know if he was still in Caneighda. He sat down and started to eat one of the hot buns he picked up from the super market, he looked up to the sky and already started to see the moon being lifted and the stars fading into appearance in the orange and purple sky. He carried a burden of weight for such a long way that when he stopped to sit and eat, he did not mind the cold or even the moisture of his nostrils freezing his nose hairs, he just enjoyed the hot bun's tastiness and the filling of his hungry tummy. He had much more food in his bag, but knew he was going to need it for the rest of the journey. As he looked up, he saw something that appeared to be a shooting star until it moved in circles, squiggles and zigzags, and he noticed it was fleeing from something behind it. It was a phoenix being chased by a ravenous raven. The raven seemed enormous, or the phoenix was still young and had not grow yet. Dry Boy looked to see nature take it's course as he just swallowed the last piece of his hot bun, but then he saw something sparkle from around the phoenix's neck. It was a golden collar, and at that point he knew that it was a runaway pet. The raven caught up to the phoenix and as it spread it's wings it clung it's claws onto the phoenix's hot glowing feathers and cleaved into it. Dry Boy tried to aim his C6 at the raven, but it was too dark to see and this machine gun wasn't really designed to be that accurate to shoot birds at such a distance. The phoenix screeched like metal rubbing against metal and quickly it defended itself by lighting itself on fire and the raven screeched also as it's feet were scorched with a heavy burst of heat. The raven knew it was no match against fire, so it desperately flew away, but the phoenix spiraled and plummeted down to the snow and puffed into it like a splash. Dry Boy hurried to the crash site of the flightless bird and he saw the thing struggle to move as it's flames died down because of the coldness of the snow. He first took off his front snow shoes and poked it to see if it would move even more, the bird squirmed just slightly then Dry Boy decided to pick up the bird and cradle it like a young baby as he imprinted his bum onto the snow. The phoenix looked up to the eyes of the thick fox-furred-coat hooded pony behind a green scarf, it's pupils were orange and it's blinks were slow. Dry Boy moved his hoof to get a closer look at it's collar but when moving his hoof, the sleeve of his jacket was stained with blood. Dry Boy did not know any kind of healing spell, so he ripped off a portion of the bag he used to carry his food and tightly squeezed it around the bird and knotted it. He cradled it again and looked at his golden collar again. It had an inscription on it that read "Canterlot Castle" along with small purple jewels all around it. Dry Boy knew what he had to do with it, at first he thought about selling the collar for money, but he was corrected and knew that he should return both to the castle. The bird was lost, and in the wild it was nearly destroyed, but in the wilderness it was found and it will be brought back to peace in the safety of a strong embrace. Dry Boy made it his priority that they safety of the bird comes before him that it will not be wounded any more. Which was going to be a laborious task because even if he was alone, as soon as he reached the center drift he was bound to feel pain one way or another.

"Maybe I should put you in my jacket as soon as we get to the center drift" Dry Boy said to the bird "eh, for now you can just sit here" Dry Boy saw that the bird's legs were not badly injured so he put the bird on his back. Dry Boy put his hoofs back into the snow shoes, he still managed to tie the bag even though it was a smaller fit for all the food, he re-strapped his C6 and continued walking forth through out the night.