The Wanderer

By the time we got to the starting of the village, both of them could tell there were eyes wandering on their bodies. They made it feel like their presence was unwelcome, even for Star, and he lived here.

"See what I mean," he whispered.

"Yeah I get it." Crim spoke, looking around to see various ponies stop what they were doing for their routine and now watch them. He could hear the starting of whispers, of conversations converging to what must have been him. 'Already spreading rumors I guess,' he thought. A pony with a light brown coat was walking towards them. He was wearing some type of steel pony armor, and he had a stern face on him.

"Halt!" he shouted, we both obeyed...Crim although you could tell already didn't like it. Crim never takes orders...never. He was grinding his teeth of the pure disgust of someone telling him what to do. Star looked at him nervously, he was like a growing raged bull, ready to ram the guard. "State your business, we don't take travelers in. The only one able to talk was Star, Crim was to busy staring intently at the guard.

"Star Struck, I live here, and this is my friend. We were going to check out some books, maybe visit my family and tread off." There was an awkward silence, and if when you have someone ready to knock out the guard, someone making sure the town will be safe, and someone who just wants in...very awkward.

"All right, you may pass." he said letting his guard down. Crim's face started to return to its normal self, and thank goodness for Star, he was about to have a heart attack. They started to walk towards the library, which Star was leading the way, he was the only one who knew where it was in their little party for the matter. Little the party was, but mighty. Who knows, maybe they could grab some more ponies on the way, well I'm sure the Wanderer wouldn't want that.

Crim tried to open the door somewhat with power in his hooves, more than likely because he was still mad of the guard. When he did his hooves were bucked back and he was sent flying and skidding on the ground.

"What the hell?!" he shouted angrily and was about to go at it for a second try when Star stopped him with his magic.

"It's locked and protected with magic. The only way to get in the library though is through this door, and..."

"What!?" he said in anger. "And let me go!" he shouted at him, his sound waves almost strong enough to push him back. Star quickly let go of the Wanderer.

"And i don't know a spell to undo it..."

"Haha amateur," he said cockily. Crim closed his eyes and concentrated on his magic this time, for the spell he was going to do was quite complex. He began putting together the formula of the spell. To describe what the spell looked like to you readers is impossible, for it is inconceivable beyond the human mind, the best way to describe it is...a string upon string of complex magic that need to be rearranged and plucked correctly.

Crim smirked and threw out his hooves a bolt of electricity. The bolt came crashing to the shield on the door; the noise of electricity was heard. The shield on the door instantly dissapated but a bolt of electricity reflected back towards Crim. He yelped and jumped out of the way of the seeking bolt. Making a whooshing sound as it passed his ears, it flew swiftly up and up into the night sky. Crim and Star's jaws dropped open and eyes wide as could be...then they heard a click! They turned their necks like an owl to see the door magically unlock itself and open.

"Well..." Star began to say rubbing his eyes. "I definitely misjudged your magical abilities." he chuckled.

"Heh stupid door," he said bucking it a good time, only for it to come back because of the hinges and hit him in the flank. "Dammit!" he said in pain, his face getting red as his mane. Star noticed he had some anger issues, most likely because of his lack of a good childhood in any case.

The inside of the library was what you expected of any normal Skyrim library, books upon books of what seemed never ending. Of course you see the corner and then...more book! Some books were more old then he was, their leather bindings barely holding the whole book together.

"Where is the restricted section?" Crim asked more calmly now.

"Should be...aha!" he said in success. He pointed his hooves to the area it was at. Of course it was another door with a lock.

"You have to be freaking kidding me!" he said in annoyance.

"Don't worry amateur I have this." Star said using Crim's own words. Star didn't even need concentration, he popped out a slither of magic which crawled like a slithering snake into the lock. The clicking noise was the success and Star's head was up in pride.

"I doubted your abilities to," he said scratching his neck. We walked into the now open door to the small corridor. Along the walls were books, not that many though. Most of these books looked even more ancient than the ones in the ok section of the library.

"I'll find the book, just relax and wait for me...and be on lookout." Star said.

"No problemo!" Crim shouted and did a hoof salute. Star turned his eyes of off Crim and now to the daunting task. He thought these books would be in alphabetical order, but of course they wouldn't be. Something to expect in the restricted section is that these books don't move around and they definitely don't get organized. He squinted his eyes, carefully reading each one, looking for the Oblivion like language of the old. He soon though lost his train of thought when he heard a whistle from a familiar red and black pony. Star turned his eyes to see Crim reading a book.

"Wow look at that, your reading. What exactly?" he said, looking closer at the cover. A look of shock took Star's face and he snatched the book out of his hands.

"Really bro. you sit in the chair, putting up your hooves on the desk in relaxation and your reading PlayPony!" he shouted. A nervous chuckle came from the Wanderer.

"So...not like you didn't want to take a glimpse of a mares..."

"Just shut your mouth and help me find this book ok!" he yelled, putting the book back in the opposite manner he was in.

Jeesh fine bro, never thought you would ruin my parade." he chuckled. Now both the smart-ass and the pervert looked around carefully to try and fine the book they needed dearly. While Star was being careful with the book, checking them with his magic then putting it back in, the Wanderer on the other hand, once he looked at the title he flung it behind his shoulders. Star soon noticed the growing stack of books that were flung off their respective shelves. He gasped in shock and quickly picked up the books with his magic and put them back in.

"Be careful with the books Crim, they are ancient. If it so happens we break a book, they would notice it." he said.

"Fine fine, don't get your mane in a knot now." he said. Star rolled his eyes and when his eyes rolled he caught a glimpse of something. He looked more carefully and saw what looked like some sort of Oblivion like symbols on the spine.

"Hey I think I found it." he said, using his magic to levitate the book towards him. Crim stopped looking at turned his head to look. Star levitated it over into Crim's hooves.

"Hmm...looks similar in language to me," he said, seeing the markings of the Oblivion. He blew the dust off to see what was written in Equestrian, "The Oblivion language Translated". "Yep this is the book, lets grab it and get our high ends out of here.

"Agreed," said Star. After carefully placing everything back into where it was, removing and replacing the Play-pony book the Wanderer had gotten himself into, they shut the doors and re-locked them with a simple locking spell. The Wanderer placed the dark purple colored book into his saddlebags, and they walked back out.

After a few forward steps, the eyes of the villagers made their way towards the strangers, and followed them all the way till the edge of town. Star and Crim both looked at each other nervously, as if they should be getting caught any minute now, but those worries soon slipped out of their minds over the course of time.

"Man O' man what a foal-nap!" Crim said excitedly, rubbing his hooves like a little foal himself.

"You can say that again." Star had said. He looked up, noticing the clear sky from the midnight time. The stars were shining bright tonight, the little white dots in the cosmic black sky pulsing in a slow, but erratic pattern. There was a small gust of wind, the large oak trees swayed their crowns back and forth, the creaking noise of their branches bending almost making the whole scenery eerie. Leaves were blowing, twisting and turning to the force of the air; but yet the grass never swayed in unison, and the water did not budge.

"We should probably set up camp over there off the side of the road. Gotta make sure we don't get mauled by bears, or attacked by bandits."

"Yeah I'll let you handle the survival part." Star acknowledged, clearly knowing his disadvantaging limitations on the subject of, "survival of the fittest". He set his hind-quarters down on a soft spot of grass. His eyes flickered left and right looking for some small rocks. When he found a generous amount, he took them in his magic and made a circle. He then grabbed some various broken twigs that came from the oak trees above them and set it inside of the circle. His horn lit up and out came a spark of magic that zapped the twigs and instantly lighting it. Crim turned around, admiring the new growing warm flames. He could already feel the heat engulf around his body.

"Nice going Star." he admitted, Star only chuckled lightly. Crim then popped out of his bags what looked like a two small cubes. With the use of his magic from his hooves, he engulfed the cube in a flame. Once the flame dissipated the cube grew and grew. Crim threw the two cubes out near the fire but not in getting lit distance. The cube was finally done and it seemed to have formed into a mattress of some sort.

"I didn't know you had Matress cubes?" he said.

"Eh, learn something new everyday," he said laughing. He grabbed out what looked like cloth sheets and set them to the side of each mattress. "Do you agree on setting a trap down just for precaution?"

"Agreed, better safe then never." he shrugged, and he had a point. Crim nodded and quickly formulated the type of spell he was going to place down. Once he had his idea in set motion he began to conjure his magic. A thin line like of magic came out like string cheese, and he took it and set it and wrapped the two ends around the tree creating a tripwire. The Wanderer smirked, plotting dangerous ideas in his head.

"What type of devious trap should we leave our victim," he said in a tone you could swear was the devilish god of mayhem himself, Morlag Bal talking to you. "Bottomless pit, engulfed in flames, ice sculpture, implosion," and the more he added ideas the more his voice rose in mischievous excitement.

"Something not to kill please. Something like...a freeze spell would do nicely." he said.

"Ugh...fine," said Crim pouting like he wasn't given his full reward. Crim concentrated ad chanted the words he learned from his grandfather on how to cast a freezing rune. The rune was invisible to the pony eye, of course both Star and Crim felt it's magic appear on the ground in a defined area. "That should about do it," he said, dusting off his hooves in a manner of show. Crim trotted over towards his mattress, whistling a tune all to familiar to him once again. Did he ever switch his whistle song? Who knows, we may never. He popped his flank down onto the soft mattress and allowed his magic to grab something he forgot of in his journey, the lute.

"What is that?" Star asked in curiosity as his magic grasped the musical instrument and levitate towards his hooves. Stars eyes followed the object until it made its way to the holder.

"This ol' thing, just a lute, musical instrument," he said, beginning to get ready to pluck. Still in tune from before-hoof, the Wanderer plucked the first tone, which made a pleasant sound, then the second string and so forth. His hoof reached to pluck the fifth string when to his shock it wasn't there. You could tell his anger went from a pleasant nine to a complete 99. His eyebrows twitched in anger, you could see the vein popping out from his head. "Mother freakin' broken string," the Wanderer said aloud, his angry demeanor caused Star looking up at the stars to turn to see the confusing predicament.

"What's up?" he said partially worried from the raging face of the Wanderer.

"N-nothing..." he replied, trying to slowly calm himself down with deep breaths. He said to himself, "Breath in...breath out, breath in..." he reached for the sixth string, and even with the light force he applied, he heard an annoying loud ping noise and the string shot straight up, whacking him in the face. a red line appearing across his light gray coated face, the cause, the string smacking him straight on. This was it for our Wanderer, his face getting more raged by the minute, his hooves getting stiff and his muscles were beginning to pop up. Star's neck craned up with worry, knowing something was going to happen.

"You...ok...?" Star asked once again, of course he replied with the same thing he did before-hoof...

"Perfectly...fine..." he said, looking like he was ready to buck faces. "Breath in...breath out..." he said out loud this time, worrying his fellow traveler in his vicinity. But Star's worrying suspicions of him acting on his anger were proven incorrect as he put down his lute calmly.

Just as Star was turning his head, he heard a huge yell and large sum of magic. He turned his head and watched as the Wanderer powered up a large circular saw-like magic aurora. Star's eyes went wide as he sent it flying, and more than likely accidentally towards his head. He yelped and ducked on natural survival instinct, the magic made blade touching the top of his spiky mane and cutting it very lightly on the top. Her could hear the humming noise of raw magical energy zoom across his deafening ears. The sound of it whipping through the air like a arrow almost resembled that of a saw-blade. Star looked behind him, watching as the magical saw-blade made its way towards a tree, once making impact it completely sliced through it like knife through butter.

Continuously, the raw power of the saw didn't stop when it hit the first tree, it kept going like the law of inertia had no effect on it. Star's eyes went wide as it hit the next tree, then the next and so forth; the whole log was cut and the tree fell. His eyes grew wider with each slice and dice, and with each tall tree in fall. Finally the blade couldn't be seen anymore, and they both hoped it didn't continue on for much longer, for the likely possibility of someones life nearby.

Star slowly rose from his duck and looked to see the Wanderer standing. Magic encased his hooves and his hair was rising from the negative polarity of the magical force all around us. He was grunting and snorting through his nostrils angrily almost like a Minotaur.

"Your not okay bro."

"You think!" he said, his right eye twitching.

Finally, after some more loud grunts he managed to calm himself down. He lowered his guard and his magic that was engulfing his whole two front hooves was slowly dissipating. "The hell you looking at?" the Wanderer asked chuckling in what could be considered a psychopath like laughter.

"I severly misinterpreted your magical abilities." he said rubbing the cut spot on his mane.

"No dip bro..." he took another deep breath. "How about we get some sleep ok?"

"Yeah sounds good, anger management hehe."

"What you call me!" he yelled, you could hear his magic powering up like some sci-fi movie.

"Nothing!" he shouted in fear yet he chuckled, and so did Crim. "Never thought anger issues were so prominent in ponies," Star whispered.

"I heard that!" Crim said laughing and settling down onto his mattress and pulling the sheets on him. And so they slept easily that night, knowing how well they conquered victorious in retrieving the book, knowing only the good times were ready to come forward...all of that was suddenly changed with a snap of a twig on the ground near them. The wind howling in a devilish delight as what type of horror was upcoming.