Chapter Two – Welcome to Griffonstone

Electuroo the Griffon – Missyplaced First

I slowly opened my eyes to feel the warmth of a open fire, I could see the flickering flames dancing around. Slowly lifting my head up I could see a patched blanket was laid over me and recalling the bloody I look to my talon hand to see none as well feeling on my head was bandages. “Someone must of found me...” I whispered

I sat up noticing it was a one huge joining room with a bathroom beside it. Table tree trunk in the middle and many stalls around it. It look like a crud kitchen with shelves and a net with pots above, books and the ground I was on was covered by what look like nesting hay and sticks.

Looking to the ceiling again I noticed a open hatch, my guess the beds of whom ever helped me is up there. I turn to see my bag hanging on the side of the book shelf. “The dweeb is finally awake.” My ears twitch and I quickly looked over to the door that now opened, standing at the door way was Gilda.

It had to be her whom found me, damn you Missy and that bloody big explosive of yours! I would of not got hurt by the explosion!

She closed the door behind her and walked around the table towards me as my eyes slowly followed Gilda as her eyes didn't leave mine. “Now tell me what the heck happened out at the Abysmal Abyss! Why a huge part of the land now at the bottom of it and you!” She poke me in the chest a few times. “Who are ya!? I know pretty much all the griffons here and haven't seen you before!”

“Missy... That what happened plain and simple Missy... If you ever meet her don't get fooled by her charms of kindness. It could be the death of ya.” I answered. “As for me...” I had to use that name. “Electuroo.”

Gilda laughed. “Oh that a stupid name for a griffon! Who would name you that?”

I stared at her with an blank expression. “Why save me than? Why not leave me to bleed to death?”

She stopped laughing and looked at me angrily. “Simple! I needed answers at what happened and now you gave it, you can get lost!”

“Fine...” I went to get up but I had little strength in my legs or my forelegs falling back to where I laid with the room slightly spinning. “Ooo... Urg... Can you stop spinning please!”

Gilda rolled her eyes. “Just my luck. That blow to your head must of gave you a concussion.”

“You think...” I laid down holding my head with both talon hands. “I feel like I gone through eight rounds of a bout and lost...”

Gilda sat down looking over at me still and I could see it in the corner of my eyes. “So... This Missy what did you did to tick her off to blow up half the abyss?”

“I didn't even tick her off... It her way of sending me on my way for good... Just hope you never get to meet that crazy lady.” I answered.

“Crazy enough to set you off with a bang? Yeah that crazy I will stay far from.” Gilda got off the stall walking to flask of some kind pouring it into a wooden cup. She came over to me with the cup out. “Drink this, it should help.” I looked at it and back at her. “Take it before I make you wear it dweeb!”

I took it from her and took a sniff with an instant pull away from the smell. “It horrible by smell and by taste most likely just as bad...” I drunk a little and cringed heavily at it coughing a bit. “Wow that is horrible!”

Gilda laughed at my reaction. “It sure does but when you have medicine from a travelling Zebra shaman. It the real deal.”

I finished off the drink and gave back to cup. “I guess so...” I noticed a blue and cream griffon walk by the window, young and I knew whom it was. “Never met one but heard of them.”

Gallus, wow he look so much younger than what I saw. He must be at least five years younger at least.

Gilda reached over and took my bag from where it hanged. “I looked into your bag to see there anything about you dweeb but there nothing in it.” She turn it upside down and shook it.

I blinked a few times. “Great... I got robbed...” I grumbled. “Oh let take what we like while I bloody bleed to death... Thank you!” I sarcasticly said.

Gilda toss the bag at me and hit me in the face falling to my covered half with the blanket. “Don't see how. I was there right after the explosion, it caused every griffon to panic and close themselves in.”

I looked confused and down at the bag. “She couldn't have...” I open it and reached in and deep into it before I found something. Pulling it out I found a book. “First time in Equestria a Dummies Guild...” I read the title with my right eye twitching. “Missy...” I growled.

“Wh-what!? Where the heck did that book come from!?” Gilda was more interested in the book then the title of it. “There nothing in that bag!”

I pulled a bag of felt like coins, opening it I saw about thirty gold coins in it. “30 bits.” I said and closing it up I put the coin bag back in the bag.

Gilda took the bag and took a look in there and reached in. “I don't get it where the coin bag go!? I saw you put it in here!” She suddenly gasped as the right foreleg when in deeper, quickly pulling her foreleg out staring down at the suppose empty bag. “What kind of crazy magic is this!?”

“The Missy kind...” She gave me my bag back and I showed her the book. “Guess I am a dummy.”

Gilda glaring at me. “Okay that it! I am not dealing with you and this crazy!” She grabbed me by the foreleg and dragged me across the room throwing me out into the street throwing the book landing to my right. “Now buzz off!” Slamming the door behind her as she went back into the house.

I grumbled picking up the book putting it back in the bag and noticed I still had her blanket. Slowly getting up almost tumbling over from the dizzy spell I had I knocked on the door.

Gilda reopen the door glaring at me. “I SAID BUZZ OFF!”

“Your blanket...” I said raising it to her. “Take it and I'll go...” She stared at it and than at me and back to it. “Here...” I placed it around her neck and turn to leave with each step feeling like a dozy, that gross stuff helped somewhat but still felt like crap.

She speaks out. “What kind of griffon are ya?”

I turn my head slightly to get a sight on her. “Not the Griffonstone kind...” I responded and turn away to get the hell out of this place before I get conned by one of these greedy griffons.

Suddenly I heard a huge groan come from behind me, I stop and slowly turn my head around to her. “I can't believe I am going to do this... I am such a dweeb for this!”

“For what?” I raise an right eye brow.

Gilda growls slightly. “Do I have to spell it out for ya!?” She step to the side of the portal to her home.

I turn around completely. “You've just threw me out for being crazy and now your now inviting me to come back into your house? Who were you calling crazy?” I still had a deadpan look on my face.

“We even! Now get in before I change my mind!”

“Not sure to be welcomed to this or concerned...” I slowly walked back to her and entered the house as she closed the door. “What with the two sided coin flip?

Gilda quickly pin me against the door. “Don't you dare call me a pony! Cause I went to Junior Speedsters Flight Camp doesn't me I solve things with cute and kind!”

I blinked a few times. “Erm... What now? Pony? Flight Camp? I think your crazier than crazy now...”

She let go of me and I rubbed my chest slightly. “Seriously? Your a griffon in what left of the Griffon Kingdom and you don't know about Equestria? What rock you've been living in?”

I pulled out the book and waved it about. “The one that carrying a dummies guide for Equestria kind.” I played on that part to not give too much detail one it. “And out of all this I haven't even gotten your name.”

She took the book from me and flipping through some pages. “Gilda...” She sat down and continue to skim through the book.

Good now to play along. “Okay... Gilda. Before I open the door and try to run as far as I can from ya... Why are you both trying to help me and hurt me?” I asked with an talon hand over the door handle ready to twist and run.

Before she could say something my stomach betrayed me with a low growl. “How about I answer that by making some scones for ya dweeb.”

I gulped and quickly put my talon hand in my bag. “Please please please...” I whispered closing my eyes and felt something. Taking it out I pulled out a pot of baking pounder. “Either I am the luckiest griffon alive or that was dumb luck...”

“And why would that be?” Gilda asked half growling at me.

I squawked in surprise realising I spoke out loud. “Hehe... Erm... Well... I...” I sighed. “I heard once from someone before crashing in the abyss... Erm... scones that could break teeth... When I-”

“When I said it you thought it's mine!” She growled and toss one at me. I squawked in fear and dropped to the floor for it to sail over me and punch a hole through the door. I slowly got up staring at the hole with a massive gulp.

“W-wow that some scone... That hit my already damaged head would have been mushed...”

Gilda stared at the hole in the door. “Erm... Sorry?”

“Sorry!? You say sorry when that thing was able to smash your door!?” I point to it. “That thing could kill!”

Gilda sighed. “Go and run...” She grab the book raising it to me. “Take it an-”

I push it back. “No I got something that might cure your Rocky Roller.” I raise the pot into view.

Gilda put the book down and took it. “Baking powder? This has to be one of the weirdest days ever... First I saved you, then I tossed you for being crazy and than-”

As she goes on I mutter to myself. “Welcome to the world of Friendship is Magic where 22 minutes you can solve a friendship problem and even go too and thou with crazy to crazier...”

“-and now you gave me this for after I acted like the crazy griffon even crazier than that old dweeb Grandpa Gruff.”

I decided to come up with a conclusion hoping she'd buy. “Maybe cause I am not like other griffons or the fact you found me almost good as dead and felt the need to save me being the right thing to do in your gut or the concussion I have with the potion you gave me is sort of having weird side effects to my mental stability to whatever ends it come up with. Or the fact we just throwing banters of all kinds at each other... And we could be a pair of loonies. Take your pick on any of them or whatever you like to come up with.”

“You sure like to blabber don't ya Electuroo?”

“Sorry...”

Gilda chuckled taking the baking powder to the stow to start adding it to the mix for the griffon scones. “I don't know what your sorry about, you pretty much laid it all out and a few I got in mind to add to that list.” She finished mixing it and put the mix on a tray forming into perfect shapes before my eyes, she put it into the stow and some how it was already lit.

I choose to sit down and read the book as Gilda cooked the scones, flipping through the pages I came across the basics about how Equestria was founded to the four pony races. I even came across stuff about Canterlot and the holidays they have. “They sure have a lot of holidays.” I said out loud.

“They sure do and got to admit they kinda are cool, specially Nightmare Night. Me and Dashy pranked so many ponies those nights.”

“Dashy?” I asked.

“Oh a pony I know, she my best friend haven't seen her since... Erm... About four years now after the final Speedster Camp we could attend, she then what to some place called Ponyville to live and work to get far from her overly supporting parents.” Gilda chuckled standing on her paws with forelegs crossed waiting for the scones to finish cooking.

I look to the book and back over to her. “Question...”

“You just did.”

“Haha...” I shook my head slightly. “I mean... I have a question about why you telling me this, some random griffon you dragged from a explosion, that you also tossed out and finally pinned to the door before this civil chat we having. I am an complete unknown to you yet you freely told me about this pony called Dashy.” Not that I might it helps me to play the dumb ass part.

“It Rainbow Dash but I call-” She paused and frown for a moment. “Wow your right. Why the heck am I telling ya this dweeb?”

I shrug. “Heck if I know. But I can say this about myself. I have nothing but the bag and few things within it to my name. I have zip zero nothing now. The life I once have gone by a selfless act.” I blinked and stared at her. “Oh come on! Now I'm doing!” I put both talon hands over the top of my head and place the underside of my head on the table feeling the contact between beak and feathers groaning.

“Okay now since your opened up to me dweeb, what selfless act?”

I raised my head locking my brown eyes onto her golden eyes. “You know I talk about Missy how she crazier than crazy right?” She nods. “Well she the reason also I am alive.”

“Come again?”

“Truth is... I was suppose to be dead. Six feet under dead.”

“Wait are-”

“No I am not undead. I am alive, bleeding.” I point to my head with the bandages on it. “I took a shot for my sister to save her, Missy pulled me and that kill shot at the last second. I vanished before my sister's eyes. The cost of this I can never return to my home and start a new or return to the moment and die. Now what would you do?” I was straight and clear cut about it.

Gilda tried to see if I was making this up by she could see as much I feel my eyes watering with them building up to the point they was forced by gravity to run down my feathers to the edges of my beak and off to land on the book's pages. “I-I...” Gilda looked away. “I really don't know... Dweeb... I...” Gilda punched the wall causing me to squawk from jumping at her reaction. “Why in the name of Princess Celestia you have to go and tell me that!?”

“Cause it the truth...”

“Cause it the truth...” Gilda repeated. “Griffon Feathers and all above! Why the heck was it me that saved your sorry feathers!?” Gilda turn to face me. “That Missy not only saved you but almost killed you!? What the blazes is that dweeb got playing with life and death like that!?”

“If I know that I would answer but safe to say I think it a game to her, hopefully I won't get to run into her again...” I pray deep in my heart I never do again. “This life I have from right this moment is my life, my family, friends and everything I once had it gone. That the cost of remembering them and getting to live... I hope you never have to cross that bridge...”

“Why?”

“Because it a impossible one to be either right or wrong... There is no good or evil... Just a choice.”

Right on cue to that moment the stow dings and we both turn our heads to the stow to have Gilda with mittens on pull out a tray of freshly cooked and really lovely smell coming from them that got my stomach betraying me even more.

Gilda smirked and glance over to me. “One thing that should set the mood right, dweeb.”

“And that be?”

“To a fresh beginnings.”