Summer Days

by Leux

First published November 11th, 2016 02:40

A Short, quick progressing story, with Humans as an ancient race, a little misunderstanding, a little mystery and a trip back Home to the ancient lands, through the Ever free forest.
Nothing special really.

Tags will be added along the ride.
P.S. yes, I'm not dead.

Chapters

Hello, I am -
My name is Archer
I am Londar

Hello, I am -
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Summer Days

Hello, I am -

Pain, headache, burning and more agony, and of cause exhaustion, lots of exhaustion.
A single rattling breath shattered the silence, his breath, a lingering taste of blood, parched, stinging thirst, darkness.
Slowly he came to his senses, so he was, but what happened and where was he?
It came back to him, this strange Pony Town, the screaming little and big Ponies, this abomination of a Bear, whose mother strangely had too much and successful fun with an giant hornet, the cyan blur, the purple glow and the orange angry pony.
He opened one eye to brightness, closed it again to adjust and opened it once more, a room, a light source over head a single metal door, he laid on his back quite elevated from the ground, most likely on some sort of bed.
His gaze wandered to the left, a blank wall, opening his other eye he checked his right, also a blank wall, something caught his sight, his right arm, he stared for a prolonged moment, his arm was missing, he tried to move it and found indeed, it was gone.
In an brief moment of shock he strained his body but found him self lacking in the ability to move, a quick look clarified he was restrained, that was not beneficial to his given mood.
So he was trapped, what now?
Well, thees ponies didn't leave him to die, so, that told him at least they did not want him dead, or at least for now.
Calming his mind he reassessed his situation, strapped down on a bed in an blank windowless room, in pain but alive, certainly given medical treatment or else he would lie in his own blood if given he would be still alive at all.
From this point he could conclude; he was recognized as able to feel, likely be evaluated to be sentient for the fact that it would be more merciful to put a simple non coherent animalis out of its misery, he was strapped down, meaning he was considered to be, at least to a degree dangerous or pron to hurt him and or his surroundings.
Thinking about it he was most likely recognized to be sentient and coherent, if this notion was a form of recognizing things that harbored thought, after all he was in an windowless room, unless, he strained his neck and caught a glimpse of what was behind him, a third windowless wall, there fore he was considered to be in one form or another a risk, either to others or others to him.
Foot, or more likely hoof steps became audible, someone opened the door, a certain sound, a strong electromagnetically hold bold lock, curious, thees ponies did not struck him to have advanced beyond the development of heavy non portable simple heat driven mechanics.
A mare with caroline blue cote and turquoise blue-green mane stood in the door frame, looking at him without the slightest hint of an expression.
Behind her was a corridor that reminded him of an mixture of an, barely so, improvised and longstanding hospital, nothing hinting too the single most simple methods of sterilization or quarantine measurements.
A blue white checkered floor, blue painted walls, a white sealing, single spot light sources...
It hit him like a, very tiny, brick, the reason why he was here, the one Ironwolf that refused to report.
It did not simply not answer, no its reports where event less, not empty but far too event less over a very suspicious time.
He just realized, the mare was still standing there staring, maybe fife or six seconds.
Raising a eyebrow he watched her a little bit longer, in her eyes he could read something along the lines of 'please hold the line you get forwarded too an responsible adviser soon.'
In order to break this spell he swallowed the little moisture that was in his mouth,
“Hello, I am -” He thought of a name that was related to him “-Londar, who do I have the pleasure meeting today?”

Author's Note

Hi,
Tags will be added along the ride.
This Story will have a quick progression, don't ask why, answer is; I can barely be bothered to fluff stuff.
The Chapters will be short.
If I find the mood and my missing documents; I, maybe, will continue DD.
You Found Errors; everything longer as one sentence will be ignored.
List of intentional terms:
* coherent
* animalis
* caroline blue cote and turquoise blue-green mane
* Ironwolf
By L7.

My name is Archer
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Summer Days

My name is Archer

“Hello, I am - Londar, who do I have the pleasure meeting today?”
The mare gasped fore air in an attempt to speak, but failed spectacularly.
“Take your time.” the recently named Londar affirmed her.
Quite some time passed before the mare was composed enough to reply.
“Hello, ahm-” She glanced back too the corridor “-Londar, I'm nurse Tenderheart,-” a strained smile,
“-how do you feel?”
He smiled a genuine smile back, “well; burning thirst, lingering taste of blood, a hammering headache, general pain and I seem to have misplaced one of my arms, in case you know where it went.”
Tenderheart flinched especially at the last part.
“Beside that, I am restrained to this bedstead, witch is not very conducive to my general mood.”
He smiled with halflitted eyes, unsettling the mare before him.
“Ahm-” another glance back. “Dear Nurse Tenderheart?” he got her undivided attention “Would you be so kind and un-restrain me?” “I'm sorry, but- ” her ears flattened pre-leading a pained, pleading expression not to request this from her. “- I, sadly, can not, princesses orders.”
As if that would explain everything to him.
“I guess important people want to speak with me?” Londar inquired
“Well yes, princess Twilight at least, maybe princess Luna too,” Tenderheart took a step back, raising a hoof in an display of strong uncertainty ”I'm sorry but-” looking quickly to the lower side.
“Do you need something else?” Now his entire face smiled, in an slightly calmer tone he replied “Why, yes my dear, I seem to be quite parched, would you be so kind and get me some refreshment?” His smile changed to an nearly fatherly one telling his child to do something they did not necessarily like. ”That would be very kind of you.”
Furling her eyebrows in an nearly pained expression lowering her head without loosing eye contact, nurse Tenderheart took a step back. “Um- ” she smiled a forced smile “- I will bring you a Pitcher, shortly.”
Obviously happy to no longer be forced to speak with him the shaken nurse literally vacated the room, leaving the door wide open.
That told him quite a lot, first off; family like authority figures seemed to play a big role in this particular mares life, maybe in the life of others too, maybe one or both of thees princesses, there queen and or king, if they had something like that, was some sort of Mother or Father of the state, wouldn't be too uncommon for harmonious societies after all.
Also the naming conventions seemed interesting, possibly pure chance, maybe a slightly cruel convention if his suspicions where right; naming someone after one maybe prevalent character attribute?
That let to the conclusion, thees ponies where either a race that only had achieved societal naming in the last ten thousand years, or they where in one way or another a quite isolated society that was forced to develop in general very slowly and only could afford to focused on singular fields of development.
The observed situation suggested the second suspicion.
He laid there silently, observing the corridor before him, slow, light hoof steps echoing throughout the corridor, stopping in front of his room, he smiled slightly, a shy little caroline blue pony with steel blue mane looked with curious eyes back.
“Hello little one, I am Londar, who is so brave to visit me today?”
“My name is Archer, Mr Londar.” A female voice, he smiled invitingly soft.
“Hello Archer, how are you today?” she kept quiet for a moment, looking around the room.
Shortly after she ventured into the room climbing on top of his Bed, which in and on it self bewildered him, she certainly did not fear him.
“I'm fine. But grandpa hurt his hip, as he was working in his smithy.” she looked with awake, curious eyes into his, “You look not so good Mr. Londar,- did you got hurt too?”
Certainly a nice child that was undeniable. “Yes little Archer, but I don't quite remember how I managed that.” “Maybe you hurt your head too, a flower pot had hurt aunt Millies head once and she had trouble remembering the day ever since.” a clever little one certainly.
“I guess so little Archer,” he smiled to reaffirm the foal, “Say-” he begun “-you are not alone here are you?” “No Mr Londar, but mommy talks to grandpa about boring stuff right now.”
Children where obviously always the same, he smirked.
“Mr Londar?” the little one started looking at his missing arm, and than looking to his other side to confirm her suspicions “Are you missing a-” she stopped looking for the right word, “Arm?” he supplied, she nodded.
“Yes, little Archer, I seem to have misplaced it somewhere-” he looked at his covered stump, “- say, you have not, by some chance, seen it?”
She looked at him like he had just told her, that he could lay charcoal eggs through his nose.
Letting him get her meaning through looks alone but answering him regardless, just to be sure, “Ahm, no?” she raised a eyebrow to drive the fact home that this was a nuts question.
Hearing more steps, certainly more than one pony, outside his room Londar replied smiling.
“Well, that is saddening, that was my favorite arm, but well, I got another one.”
Little Archers look turned to suspicious concern and in the flattest tone possible for this little foal she replied “Mr Londar, you hurt your head bad, didn't you?”
His smile threatened to exceed his face “It seams so, little Archer.”
He looked up to see three newcomers to his humble domicile.
At the front a lavender mare with horn and wings, on her left, slightly hiding behind her a yellow one with just wings and to her right Major 'angry Orange' with stetson.
“Hello, I am Londar and this here is little Archer, who do I have the honor to see today?”

Author's Note

1000+ Words time to Publish~

I am Londar
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Summer Days

I am Londar

“Hello, I am Londar and this here is little Archer, who do I have the honor to see today?”
Twilight stood there, taking a shallow but longer breath, taking the situation in, her mind ran incredibly fast right now.
If her assumptions where right, than right in front of her smiling and missing an arm was a Human, a borderline mythical creature that, if even just the actually somewhat comprehendable claims about it where true, could possibly be powerful enough to be considered to be on the Sisters level, ever living, in league with forces from beyond the mortally comprehendable realms and, for all ponydome knows, could be considered a living god.
Twilight was not sure how accurate these claims where, after all, she had only time to read Starswirls extended comprehendium's sections of 'The Ancient Times', 'The remnants of The lost History of Old', 'The Ancient Realms', 'The virtual Sovereigns of The morning times of the first Societies' and the writings of the ancient Griffon warrior philosoph Migeal.
No she hadn't even one moment of sleep since the incident of yesterday and was just about to speak with Lyra the, conveniently locally residing, greatest ancient history expert this side of the Celestial Sea on the matter of Humans and the Ancient Realms.
The, very much, unnerved young Alicorn had hastily decided to let Lyra wait in the Hospitals entrance hall as she was practically stormed by nurse Tenderheart.
Originally she had planed to speak here with Lyra and catch hopefully at lest one or two hours of sleep, but well fade had different plans it seamed.

Twilights entire recollecting of the Aftermath of yesterday took astoundingly not even three seconds, for all she know 'This' could go horribly wrong.
Than her mind caught up with her observation, there sat a filly on this Humans lap, he introduced him self as Londar and the filly as 'little Archer' that meant, even in Twilight's quite thin book of social norms and behaviors, 'He' was at least not mad.
What, by all means, in and of it self rang, very tiny but still there, alarm bells in Twilight's mind, she had no clue why, but that was certainly no normal behavior.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, no time to think about that.
She was sure she would regret that decision, most likely she would regret this decision within two minutes, but she had to take the situation and get it under her control, like the Books she had read about ruling and how to present one self as a strong ruler persisted on, and she was sure she would mess this up.
She knew everything about that matter, but she was sure she had, at least something, misunderstood, after all Princes Celestia behaved quite differently than what she had thought of the first docent times she had reflected about the matter.

Something poked her left side, what in turn got her back to the here and now, she looked at Londar and the filly, he smiled, a slight smirk present, the filly looked at her with an expression that hinted to her that she had bin silent for a prolonged period of time, yup she had already messed up, took her at most twenty seconds and not a single word, new personal record.

Well the Cat had already drowned, she still couldn't understand where the expression actually came from, so no reason for any further, or any at all, formalities.

“Hi,” Twilight chirped borderline Pinkie chipper, “I'm Twilight, princess of Friendship and thees are two of my best Friends, Fluttershy ” she nodded to her right ”Ponyvils animal caretaker, and Applejack,” she nodded to her left ”biggest Apple farmer in the region.”
Twilight smiled plastic, single strands of hair poking out of her mane “how are you?”

Londar's smirk grew “Oh,” he started slightly theatrically “I am quite fine, thank you for your concern dear princess Twilight,” He smiled sincere, looked to Fluttershy nodded slow, closing his eyes like a cat does to show 'I don't mean any harm, lets be friends', addressing her “Fluttershy,” turning his attention to the Orange Mare addressing her in turn, nodding with an clear smile topping it with an wink “Applejack”, turning his attention back to Twilight ” still parched, a bit beaten and short of my favorite arm, but non the less very entertained.”
Littel Archers mouth started to hang slightly open and very slowly she started too look back up to Londar, an expression on her face that clearly communicated 'I'm surrounded by Ponies that are nuts and you are there king!'

Applejack was unsure if she actually just witnessed that or not, after all Twilight had nearly a mental breakdown earlier as nurse Tenderheart had ambushed them with the news that there 'unknown Guest' just had awoken and Twilight had found out over night that there Guest was a so called Human and these Humans where allegedly so powerful, ancient and borderline mythical that even the most well studied Specialists knew barely anything about them, Lyra even told them there where no actual, by today's standards proven, Facts known, only ancient manuscripts and very old oral lore and of that, the newest lore was from around Discords reign, regarding something about winter.

She looked over to Fluttershy, which in turn looked even more stunned than she felt.

“Now, Twilight” This Londar Fellow started, holding his head in such a fashion that he practically looked up to her elevating Twilight in her position in the conversation over him, taking the position of the fragile faction “others don't bind a future friend to a Bed,” in his eyes the slightest hint of something else” taking there freedom, in an cold and inhospitable place and instead introduce them to the rest of there future friends. And I am happy that you would not do that either.”

Twilight stood there for a second, silent.
Applejack looked from Twilight's frozen expression to Londar's warmly smiling, it compelled her to like the Fellow.
She looked to Fluttershy, who in turn looked very awake and interested.

“No, of cause not. But do you feel well enough to stand on your own? You got quite injured yesterday.”
Londar hummed in contemplation carrying a tone of absolute convinced honesty “Well yes, I got injured yesterday, but for that I feel quite well, don't worry about my missing arm, we can fix that fairly easily. After all I am certain, if I would stumble,” His eyes flicked to Appeljack “Strong Applejack would help me up, and if I would hurt my self,” His smile shifted to Fluttershy “Dear Fluttershy's tender care would help me get better in but a day.” Londars attention changed back to the fairly new Alicorn “and if I would need any other help I can count on you Twilight.”

Silence reigned for but a moment, than a smile on Twilight's lips, followed by the sound of belts being undone.
Little Archer hummed to her self in contemplation...

Author's Note

Life's a unpleasant person