Chapters An introduction to Equestria
Many tales there have been about Equestria.
Some close to the story we all know and love, others radically different. There are versions, and timelines that many of us do not know of. Stories that may never be told, and songs of villains and heroes that might never be heard.
One such story, I have chosen to tell...
Bear in mind, should you come for a story that tells the story of the elements of harmony, and the magic of friendship as you might know it, then I dare say you will be disappointed. In fact a great many things in this story are very different from how you may know it.
But that is why I have written this introduction, to educate you a bit before you delve into this tale. I shall strive to make it short, but informative, as I know you might be eager to read on, but please humor me as I tell you about the world as it is.
It starts, as it must, with our lady herself.
In the void our great lady Faust spoke the words, and from that the universe was created. In her wisdom she created the stars, the world, and everything that was to make the first living being comfortable. From the greenest forests, to the deepest oceans, and highest mountains. Everything was as she willed it.
However as it is with every light in the world, a shadow must be cast, and from the shadow of our great lady, a creature was born. For as Faust was order and creation, this creature was chaos and destruction. It was from this creature that evil was made.
Faust had many children, but her first born was her favorite. It was he who got the task to prepare the world for the mortals that would live there. Taking mortal form, he descended to the world, and prepared a great city made from crystals.
Once it was ready, Faust made the first living beings, animals and beasts to roam the land. fish to inhabit the sea and rivers, birds to inhabit the sky, and all manners of animals to fill the forests and the earth.
Lastly, she made the first ponies, three tribes, sculpted after the traits of herself and her children.
Unicorns, born with the gift to tab into magic. Pegasi, blessed with wings to fly in the neverending sky. And finally the earth ponies, who have a deep connection to the soil, and all that sprang from it.
These first mortals were born fully grown, naked of mind, like the newborns that they were. Faust's first born took them in, kept them in the city of crystal until they were ready to go out and make the world outside the walls their home.
Wanting a perfect world for her creations to live in, Lady Faust sent down six spirits to act as teachers. They were the last of her children, the youngest, but they possessed every virtue that Faust wanted to teach her creation so they could live in perfect harmony.
Magic, Loyalty, Kindness, Generosity, Honesty, and Laughter. The six siblings joined the first born in the shining city, acting as teachers, and shaped the minds of the first mortals. It was good, the life was peaceful, and the first born stood as a shining beacon to the mortals that looked up to him and the six.
But it is here a serpent enters their midst. In the shadow of the great lady herself, the chaotic demon snuck down to the new world and spoke to the first born.
"Why do you stay on your throne?" The demon asked.
"It is where I am meant to sit." He replied. "It is my purpose."
"But you who have built this great city, surely there is more you wish to create."
"It is not for me to decide," answered the first born. "I am merely an instrument of my lady's will."
"But you are her favorite," the demon pressed. "She would not only send you here to be a passive guardian. When the time comes, don't you wish to honor her by your own designs, and leave your mark?"
Of course the first born wanted that, but he could not act upon his desires. And so the demon said to him, "if all is her will, then surely your desire to create is something she placed within you. If so, then that must be her will."
With these words, the first born was convinced, and he left his throne to recreate the masterwork of his mother. However his attempts were a cruel imitation, created from other living things, a far cry from what these creatures would later become. They could move, and act alive, but they were nothing without the breath of life, no soul or heart, no thought or will.
Disappointed, but forgiving, Faust spoke to her first born. She told him that these beings of his could never live as they were, but she would grant them true shape and life. However in doing so, the first born had to swear to return to his duties, and that these beings were to sleep until the day arrived that mortals were to inhabit the world.
The first born agreed, and Faust gave the beings shape, life, and put them into a long sleep before scattering them across the world.
That should have been the end, but the first born had tried his hand at creation, and having them a part of this world made him proud. It was a trait the trickster demon could exploit, and in the shadows he whispered in his ear, fueling his ego, and nurturing his ambition.
The demon claimed that it was the first born who had been chosen to look after these mortals, so naturally he should be the one they worshiped. His siblings should take directions from him, and not from their mother. For a year this went on, and with each passing day, the first born's ambition grew, so did his pride, and his darkness.
With the day of awaking approaching, the demon urged the first born to act. Once the ponies passed the gates, he and his siblings would be called back to their lady.
So one evening the first born invited the six virtues to his palace. Being nothing but trusting towards the lady's favorite, they came willingly, not expecting betrayal.
There in the home of their brother, they were deceived. He captured them, and destroyed their mortal forms. Their screams of anguish echoed through the city, and the world, waking the slumbering beings he himself had helped create. Since their very being could not be killed, the first born cursed them to be chained to the world, unable to reach the heavens, and unable to reform their mortal bodies.
This final act of cruelty made the world shake in outrage, making the crystal walls crack around the city. The ponies without their teachers felt fear for the first time in their life. They lashed out, blaming each other for this bad omen, and turned against those who were not like them.
Unicorns blasted their way through the wall, Pegasi flew off to hide in the clouds, and the earth ponies destroyed the gates to escape the city. The once beautiful city, meant to shelter the first mortals, was falling apart, and being turned to ruins.
Faust was beyond angry, and spoke to her first born.
"Thou hast betrayed the task that was bestowed upon thee. Now my world cries from the blood spilt from thy siblings, and thou art tainted by the darkness thou hath nurtured within thee. Hear me, first born! Thou ist cast from my side, and shalt not return until such time thy spirit has been purged by the power of the heaven and the earth. Only when those thou betrayed stand to witness this, thou shall be nothing more than shadow. Deaf to my voice, and blind to my presence. Until that day, thou art cast out."
And so it was that the first born was cast out, and left without anyone by his side, not even the demon that had corrupted him.
It was this that ended the first age, and thus the second began.
The second age was an age of exploration, settlement, division, and chaos. Those were dark times, as all races, pony or otherwise distrusted one another.
Those who found themselves in the mountains, found a love for digging tunnels, find shiny stones, and hoarding their treasures. They were strong, and hardy, and took on the name Diamond dogs. They made their mountains and mines their home, preferring not to deal with the world of the open sky, and those who lived there.
Others found comfort in the deepest woods, making their homes among the trees and the plants they cared for. The Deer folk were proud and regal, even in those days. They perfected the art of medicine, and turned their focus to balance and care for the forests.
A race that stood out early on was the Griffons. They were harsh and brutal people, but not without a sense of honor, in their own way. Living in the cold north, they became hardened, and fierce warriors, who's life seemed to be an endless battle.
There were more of course, some you might know, and others you might not. I could tell you more about them, but I think that is best left to another book. But in the chaotic start the world had gotten, more life soon followed, sprung out of the chaos.
For a thousand years, life found its way, and creatures learned their place. The ponies separated, creating their own lands, tribes, and clans. What they all shared though was the fear of others. Unicorns, Pegasi, and earth ponies did not mix, although sometimes some unsteady trade did take place between them.
This did not please our lady, as the world she had envisioned was full of fear and distrust, the lessons of the six virtues forgotten.
But then something happened that our lady had not expected. An earth pony, a lord of the Freelands as it was called back then, showed our lady hope for the future. The stallion was young and in his prime, beloved by his subjects, and his kindness seemed never ending.
On a midsummer's morning he came across a beautiful and elegant unicorn mare. She'd been wounded traveling the lands, an attack from a wild beast. The young lord took pity on her, and he took her back to his home. He showed her kindness, and made sure she was taken care of.
This act of generosity filled our lady with hope, which only bloomed as time went on. The two married, and despite some reservations from some in his court, the kingdom celebrated the union.
Seeing a chance to put the world right again, Faust sent one of her children down to the world to bless the union of the two. The messenger took the form of an older stallion, his beard full and slightly curly. Starswirl he was called. He came to the court of the king and his newly pregnant wife, and shared with them the good news.
Faust had blessed their union, and so their two children would be blessed with all three traits of the tribes. That they had been chosen for a higher purpose.
At first, the king and queen did not believe the old stallion, but they let him leave unpunished for his declaration. Months later, as the sun rose signaling a new day, their first child was brought into the world. As the sun shone through the windows, the filly was shown to have not only wings, but a horn too.
This was not the only blessing Faust had given their first born. A mark of the sun had been left on her, a mark such as hers had not yet been seen on ponies, their daughter was the first. They called her Celestia, in honor of both the great mother of us all, but also the sun.
Five years later, when the moon was rising above the world, their second daughter was born. Like Celestia, she was born with a mark as well, but this of the moon, and so they called her Luna.
Ponies from far and near were amazed at the birth of not one, but two fillies born with all three traits of their kind. They were called Alicorns, and suddenly ponies started to migrate to the Freelands, just to be near the sisters.
It was then that Starswirl appeared again in the king's court, and this time they listened. Starswirl informed them of the great purpose their daughters had been called to serve, and that he would see to their education, so they were prepared for whatever trials might lay ahead.
And so it was that Starswirl came to live in the mortal world, mentoring the two sisters, teaching them about magic, about harmony, the virtues, and much more.
Many years later, when the princesses were ready, Starswirl gave them one final task. They were to raise the sun and moon, with Celestia taking charge of the day, and Luna being the watcher of the night. To all that had gathered saw how Luna lowered the moon, giving way for Celestia to raise the sun.
All who attended stood in aw, as thereafter the day had never been so bright, and night never so beautiful. On this fateful day, the kingdom of Equestria was born, and so started the third age.
This was an age of relative peace. War broke out between factions, or other kingdoms, as Equestria and the rest of the land found their borders, and cemented their claims. It was an age of growth, expansion, and construction. The castle in the Freelands left for the forest to claim, and the rulers of the realm moved into the great city of Canterlot.
Hundreds of years passed, with Equestria thriving, even in the hardest of times. Through the guidance of the alicorn sisters, the world finally seemed to come through the chaos, and headed for harmony.
There was even a new Alicorn chosen, Cadance, the princess of love.
But the brighter the light, the darker the shadow grows. For two thousand years, the first born gathered his strength. Far from prying eyes, he corrupted land that he made his own, and took a mortal name. Sombra, a name uttered in fear by any who had heard of him.
Soon enough, all would know his name, and the lands that had basked in the glory of Faust would e cast into his darkness. War would come soon, but he waited for the right time, and when it came, he would strike.
But something happened that the dark lord never expected. Faust herself came into the world in the mortal body of a unicorn mare. Beautiful, elegant, and serene. She traveled the world, and for the first time experienced life as a mortal in the world she had created.
She saw great cities, and humble towns. The greatest mountain, and the deepest forest. She sailed the ocean, and met all kinds of creatures across her travels, even some that had come to be on their own in the chaos of life.
It was then that she came across a small village, at the farthest edge of Equestria's borders. A simple place, far removed from the troubles of the world it seemed. It was here she met a stallion blacksmith, brilliant, young, and humble. A mortal she had never laid eyes upon before.
Faust became fascinated by the things he created, as he had such skills to create works of art, but instead put his effort into simple nails, wagon wheels, and other things the village needed.
Maybe it was her mortal heart speaking, but she was utterly captivated by this stallion. He who could become the most famous artisan in the land, and live a rich life in the most beautiful city of his choice, chose to spend his days in this remote village. Content in his quiet peaceful life.
We don't know much from that time, but we know she approached him, and for the next six years they stayed together, and they were happy.
Sadly, some things are not meant to last, and despite her mortal wants, our lady could not stay with us. One day she left her stallion, and her newborn son. It is said her last moments in the mortal world were spent watching over her son and love, letting a few divine tears fall from her eyes before she vanished.
Even a divine being such as her cannot stop the wheels of fate from turning. The enemy was making their first moves, and soon the entire world's fate would be decided.
So now you know the history of the world. Of course, a three thousand year history can hardly be fully explained in this humble introduction.
I have not told you how the Changelings came to be, or how the Storm King came by his army. I could tell you stories about the Alicorn sister's childhood, or the great age of expansion. There are stories to be told about the sister's parents, or the six years Faust stayed with her humble blacksmith.
But all of this is stories for another time, as our story takes place at the end of the third age of this world. War had come to Equestria, in an unholy alliance between the Dark Lord, the Changeling Queen, and the Storm King. A lot has been lost already as our tale begins, and it is a most desperate time for the Alicorn sisters.
It is not with them that our story will begin, but at that little village far from the troubles of the bigger world. Our tale shall begin with the son of a blacksmith, and his call to face his destiny.
Celestia slowly opened her eyes, her mind too restless for sleep, and her heart too heavy with worry.
She sat up, moving her legs over the side of the large bed. The light from Luna's moon was coming through the large windows, illuminating the royal bedroom. The light wasn't quite touching her bed, but almost. Smiling a little, Celestia reached out her hand into the light.
While Celestia couldn't feel the light of the moon, like you could with the sun, Celestia still felt some comfort as she moved her hand in the moonlight. It was almost like being close to her sister, as if they were not really apart.
Her smile turned into a worried frown. Her worries for her sister are too great to allow her rest. With a sigh, she got out of bed, and dressed once more, deciding a walk around the castle might calm her.
Ten minutes later, Celestia
There weren't many around the castle this time at night, other than a few staff members doing some late night chores, or the guards posted around the palace. None reacted visibly as she passed them, although she had a feeling they might be worried seeing her awake and about.
She couldn't blame them, with the Equestria in such peril, and her sister at the head of an army to face them, she was feeling it too.
Celestia didn't walk with any specific destination in mind, but after a while she did find herself at the royal library. It was quiet, with only a few lanterns lit. The library was very grand, with separate halls joining together to form the biggest library in assistance.
A local legend said if one delved too deep, it might take you days to find your way out. Although that wasn't true, the story did amuse the solar Princess.
She absently looked at the many wooden tables where scholars and mages often came to study. She passed a trolley filled with books, and stroked the large desk of the librarian. Celestia stopped, and turned with her back at the desk, she looked over the large library, taking in the large shelves, and the stained windows high above.
The light from Luna's moon made the images appear on the stone floor. It really was a sight to behold, and she found herself relaxing, even if it was just a little.
She was just about to walk back out, thinking about taking a stroll in the garden, when she noticed some light coming from one of the aisles of bookshelves. There were lanterns to aid anyone who entered this late, but the light from the aisle was stronger, and stood out now that she had noticed it.
It wasn't unheard of that some stayed longer than normal, but it was rare. As her curiosity rose, Celestia pushed off from the desk, and headed to the ile in question. Didn't take her more than a few steps. She briefly wondered who it could be, but as she stopped and looked down the aisle of books, she smiled, and chuckled lightly to herself.
Standing with a hovering lantern, Twilight Sparkle
Celestia didn't need to ask to know what she was doing here at this hour. Twilight was an exceptional gifted student, who had exceeded all of Celestia's expectations when she came across her long ago. Celestia had almost been like a mother to her at times, having spent countless hours with the studious unicorn.
Most of all though, Twilight had shown great admiration for her, and so would do anything to help her mentor with any problem she might face. Celestia guessed that was why she was here now.
She walked to her, but Twilight didn't hear her hoof steps as she was too focused on finding the book she was looking for. Celestia smiled a little as she came to a stop and greeted her. "Good evening, Twilight."
Twilight jerked away from the bookshelf, nearly colliding her head with the hovering lantern. "P-Princess Celestia, I didn't hear you come in." She said and hastily bowed her head respectfully. "I thought you would be asleep by now."
"I could say the same to you, Twilight." Celestia said, mock chiding. "What are you doing here on so late an hour? Shouldn't you be in bed and rest, or does sleep elude you too?"
She didn't answer right away, instead casting her gaze to the floor, moving her hoof back and forth a little on the floor. "I couldn't sleep..." She finally admitted, sounding a little embarrassed. "With Princess Luna away to fight the invasion, and with Princess Cadance disappearing, I just..." She sighed, finally looking up a little. "I just couldn't sit still and do nothing."
Celestia's expression became more gentle as she listened to her student. "I understand," she said. "I feel restless too, and with my sister out there leading an army and with me here." Celestia sighed. "I wonder if we made the right decision." She placed a gentle hand on her student's shoulder, giving her a small encouraging smile. "As for Cadance, I am sure she is alright. She has some of my best knights with her, including your brother."
Twilight nodded, but didn't seem too convinced by her mentor's words. "I know, but we haven't heard from them in two weeks. What if they were ambushed?"
"If they were, I have faith in Knight Captain Shining Armor. He will keep Cadance safe, and he will bring her back." Celestia assured her, although she could not banish the slight worry growing in the pit of her stomach.
Despite the worry, she smiled, and with a flick of her wrist, made the lantern gently land on the trolley, and the light went out. "But it is late, and we won't help anyone by staying in the library all night. Why don't you join me for a stroll?"
Twilight looked as if she wanted to protest, glancing at the for now few books she had chosen. Then she nodded, although it was a bit hesitant. Celestia chuckled warmly, and walked down the aisle with her student following. They left the library, and moved down one of the many hallways, neither speaking for now, although Celestia could tell something was on Twilight's mind.
As they came outside, into the large and beautiful kept garden, Twilight could no longer hold it back. "Princess Celestia, please don't think ill of me for asking this, but how can you stay so calm in these times?"
Celestia looked at her student for a moment, considering her words. "In truth," she then said, walking past some glowing blue roses. She ran her hand over one of the flowers. "I feel as distraught as you, Twilight." Twilight frowned, following her teacher as she continued to walk the path through the garden.
"I fear for my sister, sending her to lead an army alone..." Celestia paused, closing her eyes for a moment as she took a deep calming breath. "Is perhaps the hardest thing I have had to do for a very long time."
"Then why?" Twilight asked, her voice free of any judgment, but filled with a genuine confusion.
"Because my sister was right when she said I needed to stay back." They came to a large stone balcony. From here, they could overlook the city of Canterlot, and the landscape beneath the mountain. "If Luna was to fall, I need to stand firm, and call upon our old allies."
The Princess looked at her student. "Luna was always the better fighter out of the two of us, while I have always been the better negotiator." She smiled, although it was a slight sad smile. "If Luna was here while I was away," she let out a small hollow chuckle. "We both know who was better suited for what role. Mine is here, it is as it must be."
Twilight nodded, although she wasn't sure if she understood fully. "So if Princess Luna were to be," she stopped herself, her mind racing to find a more gentle word. "Fall... You would call upon others?"
Celestia nodded. "About five hundred years ago, we signed treaties with other kingdoms, promising aid to one another if our realms were threatened to be overrun."
"So why not call upon our allies now?" Twilight was quick to ask.
Celestia favored her student with a patient smile, as if she had asked a question during a study session. "Because we don't know what we are dealing with. This unknown foe from the north have not progressed far, and if Luna can put a stop to this, then we would have called our allies for nothing. Should Luna fail it will take months for any army to reach Canterlot, and by then we should have amassed an army to stop them."
The solar Princess sighed. "As much as I would like to, I cannot call upon them now. Not when we have a chance to defend ourselves, and stop this."
"But would it not be safer?" Pressed Twilight.
At this Celestia sighed, but not out of annoyance of her student. "It would, Twilight. But calling upon our allies to amass their armies and march to our aid so early." She leaned against the stone railing, letting out another sigh. "We would never be able to call upon them again should the threat prove to be nothing more than a nuisance."
Twilight approached her teacher, standing beside her, unsure what to say. Celestia smiled a little. "Yes, the realm of politics is complicated, my dear student." Celestia stood up straighter, and looked at her. "But come, the hour grows ever so late, and we should rest.
Twilight nodded, and followed her teacher back towards the palace. Despite her teacher's words, Twilight couldn't help but feel something else was going on. It was almost as if a dark shadow loomed over Equestria, and it seemed that dark forces were at play.
Little did they know then, the fate of the world would soon have to be decided...
Author's Note
Greetings, travelers!
Thank you for having read so far! Now I call upon you to help me decide a name for our main hero, the chosen one!
He is strong, earth pony, a stallion, son of a blacksmith, and going to get the powers and hammer of our favorite thunder god!
Help me give him a good name, and I will be truly grateful!
Story idea sparked by this amazing piece by Ambris !!
Chapter 1: Greenwood Village
It was a late summer morning as the sun's golden rays bathed the village of Greenwood.
It was a peaceful place, far away from the troubles of the bigger world. Ponies here tended their little gardens, their shops, and their fields. Content with the quiet and humble life they had built for themselves. The town itself wasn't large, only about sixteen homes surrounded by a wooden palisade.
There was a tavern, and a small market near the center of town. Outside the palisade, surrounding the town itself were several small farms, which provided them with most of their food. Then beyond them, there was the logger camp, and charcoal burners, but they were out of sight, in the woods that surrounded the fields.
Lastly, but not least, there was the local master blacksmith. Terial was not a young stallion anymore, but he liked to think he was no less capable than any stallion in his prime. He was a master blacksmith after all, having been born and trained in Canterlot, he had created many pieces of master works.
But life in the grand capital never spoke to him, and so he had found himself here. Far from nobles, politics, and the worries of the world. Here he was happy, working to help the town, and live a peaceful life.
It wasn't the most grand work, he wasn't making weapons or armor, but farming tools, nails, hinges, and so on. On occasion he got more complicated work, something he enjoyed from time to time, but this morning, there was only the usual work.
The older stallion sat outside his workshop, sharpening the blade for scythe, as well as enjoying his pipe. He enjoyed moments like this, sitting in front of his workshop, watching as ponies went about their day, foals running around, and the young mares giggling and gossiping as they went about their chores.
A pair bid him good morning, and he smiled and inclined his head. It was then that he noticed the local tavern keeper, a mare around his own age, stomp towards him. She was a bit on the shorter side, but still beautiful, even when she was angry, like now. Terial could already see it in her eyes before she opened her mouth to speak, so he put down the blade and his sharpening stone.
"Good morning, Belladonna." He greeted her warmly, giving his pipe a few puffs.
"Don't you good morning me, Terial!" She said as she marched over and came to a halt in front of him. "Your boy broke three of my chairs yesterday, and cost me an entire barrel of my good ale!"
Terial had to close his eyes, and mentally count to five before looking at her again. "I figured he had fun, and came home pretty late. Guess it was too much to hope he would stay out of trouble." He said, more to himself than her. "I'll make sure he'll fix your chairs, and-"
"To tartarus with the chairs." She interrupted. "It's the ale I want replaced, Terial. It was imported from Riverhold, it wasn't cheap."
Terial nodded. "You're right. I'll make sure he makes up for it. I'm sure you can find some tasks the lad can do around your tavern to make life a bit easier. At least his strength will be good for something. If nothing else, he can help kick out troublemakers."
Belladonna barked a laugh. "How do you think last night's trouble started?"
Terial mumbled a curse under his breath. "He was fighting?" He didn't need to hear the answer, he already knew.
The troubled look on Terial's face softened Belladonna. She let out a sigh, crossing her arms. "Fine, your boy can work off what he owes me, but until then he is banned from drinking at my tavern."
The blacksmith looked up into her deep green eyes, smiling warmly. "No one loves us the way that you do."
Belladonna rolled her eyes. "The only reason he is not banned for the rest of his life is because his intentions were good." Then she sighed, and joined him on the small bench he was sitting on. "Some of the younger lads were getting pretty drunk, and they harassed one of my girls."
Terial nodded, making a few puffs on his pipe. "And so my son stepped in, and things escalated."
Belladonna sighed again, and nodded. "Magnus doesn't know his own strength sometimes. I think those lads should count themselves lucky that your boy held back."
"That is something at least." Terial murmured.
The two didn't say anything for a few minutes, instead taking the moment to enjoy the late morning sun, and the gentle breeze blowing from the south east. "He is getting restless," Terial then said.
Belladonna smiled, slightly amused. "He's always been an energetic colt. Strong too, I don't know where he got that kind of strength from, but I've always been impressed at what he can do." She smiled a little, looking at Terial. "Even if he has a habit of getting into trouble, he has a good heart."
"He is his mother's son, that's for sure." Terial nodded absently, his mind clearly on other matters.
Belladonna was surprised that Terial mentioned the mare he had been with so long ago. She remembered her clearly, and every pony in the village thought she was a bit strange, but kind and helpful. Knowing this was a sensitive subject, she decided to leave it for now.
"Alright, I should be getting back to my tavern." She did her best trying to muster up a stern face, but it didn't really work as a small smile still made its way to her lips. "Now you remember to send him over when he is done here. I have a few chores in mind for him already."
Terial blinked, as if his mind was just coming back to the present. "Oh, y-yeah, of course." He smiled and stood. "Don't worry, Bella. I'll make sure he works hard to make it up to you."
Belladonna smiled. "I'm sure you will. Good morning to you then."
And with that, she turned her back to him and walked off. Her steps are more calm than before. Terial chuckled as he watched her leave. She really was something else, almost as if she was the entire town's mother. Every pony knew not to stand in her way once she had that fire in her eyes.
Terial took one last puff of his pipe, and stood to go find the menace in question. He didn't need to look for him, as he knew exactly where he was sleeping off last night's brawl. Walking into his house, which was laid behind his forge, connected via a tiny courtyard.
He found him, as he expected, in the main room of their house, laying on the bench, snoring loudly. Terial had half a mind to push his son off the bench, but stopped as he came to the door. His son had the same light gray colored coat as he did, although he had gotten his red mane and tail from his mother.
As he looked at the tall muscular young stallion, Terial was reminded of how much time had passed since he was born. It had been almost twenty years, and at times Terial could hardly believe how much his son had grown.
Reflexively he looked up at the wall above the fireplace. There on a thick nail in the wall hung a large hammer with a short hilt. It was a thing of beauty, the hammer itself had several old symbols carved into it, and three tiny gold coins on each side, it was like that on the hilt too.
Terial then looked at his son again, considering for a moment. Then with a sigh, he came to a decision, and went outside just for a moment. The young snoring stallion on the bench didn't know what was happening before he felt several ounces of cold water splash over his head and shoulders.
Magnus's eyes opened wide as he let out a yelp and stood up. "Phah! What was that for?!" Magnus asked, feeling his now soaked tunic cling to his body.
Terial dropped the now empty bucket, and crossed his arms. Despite being an older stallion, he still had some impressive muscles. "What do you mean? You should have been up already, son." His father shook his head a little. "Get yourself cleaned up and get outside, we have work to do."
Terial left Magnus to still recover a little from the rude awakening. Already Magnus could feel his father knew what had happened at the tavern, and without the ale to strengthen his resolve, he didn't relish in the scolding he was about to receive. Then again, now that he could think clearly again, he quickly decided that it might not be that unwarranted.
Deciding it was better to face the music and take it like a stallion, Magnus took off his wet clothes, and put on a new pair of pants. Then as he went outside to wash, he grabbed a brown tunic and a belt, placing it on a small bench in the courtyard as he went to a large barrel filled with water.
After a few minutes of washing, Magnus walked to the workshop, having already put on his tunic and leather belt. Two mares his own age passed by on the dirt road, both carrying linen. He looked at them, then sent them a smile. Both of them giggled, walking off, but glanced at him and sent him cute smiles.
Magnus looked after the two of them, until he heard his father cough. Magnus quickly turned, seeing Terial standing in the doorway to his smithy, arms crossed over his large chest, letting out a sigh.
"To be young again..." He said under his breath. "Now come on, boy. We got work to do."
"Y-yes, sir." Magnus quickly replied, following the old stallion inside the smithy.
It didn't take them long to set everything up and prepare for the day's work. Magnus kept glancing in his father's direction, expecting him to start the lecture at any time now, but it never came.
After a while, Magnus turned to his father, who was calmly preparing the forge. "Father," Magnus said. "Aren't you going to say anything about last night?"
His father glanced at him over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised. "Do I need to?" He asked calmly. "You already know what I think of your drunken brawls." He looked back at the forge again, poking the fire with an iron poker. "You're strong, Magnus. But just because you're strong doesn't mean you can solve everything with your fists."
The older stallion turned to his son, and pointed to his own head. "You also need to remember to think. Your actions have consequences, one of them being Belladonna refuses to have you at her tavern anymore."
Magnus's eyes widened in sudden panic. "She wouldn't!"
Terial chuckled and shook his head. "By Faust, that is what you choose to pay attention to?"
Magnus's face flushed a bit in slight embarrassment. "I mean, it wasn't like I was acting without reason, father. I just wanted to help a friend who was being-"
"I know," his father interrupted, holding up his hand. "Bella told me the story. It is also why you're not in bigger trouble. She's asked you to come over later to help with some chores. She'll let you come back after that." Seeing his son start to smile, he raised an eyebrow. "This isn't a reward, Magnus."
Terial stepped closer to his son, taking a hold of his wrist and held up his son's hand. "It isn't enough to be strong here. You must also be strong here." He placed a hand over Magnus's heart, then pointed to his head. "And here. Do you understand?"
Magnus looked at his father, taking in the older stallion who had been his only family for as long as he could remember. The last thing he wanted to do was to disappoint him.
"I... I understand, father."
Terial smiled. "Good, then hopefully we won't have this conversation ever again." He said that with a small smirk, as if he very much expected to have this conversation again. Then he sighed, his smile becoming more gentle. "Go on, head over to Belladonna."
Magnus paused for a moment, looking quizzically at his father. "What about the forge?"
Terial blew a raspberry, and waved his son away. "I'm not that old. I can take care of the orders we have, you just go on ahead and help out Bella. The more you get done, the faster she will let you off the hook."
Magnus grinned, and stepped towards the door. "Thanks, pa."
"Yeah, yeah." Terial mumbled, trying his best to hide his smile as he waved him off.
Stepping onto the dirt road, the morning sun warming his back, Magnus walked towards the center of their village. He smiled, smelling freshly baked bread, along with a pie somewhere. Each pony he passed, they smiled and bit him good morning, to which Magnus returned their greetings.
He passed a group of girls his age, and he sent them a wink, with them giggling in response. He walked across the market, and headed straight for one of the larger buildings. There was a small courtyard outside, shaded by a large Oaktree. Outside was a group of tables and benches, while the large door led to the inside of Bella's tavern.
A young mare walked out the tavern, carrying a bucket filled with water. Mayflower was well known for her beauty in the village, and many young stallions like Magnus himself enjoyed coming to the tavern just to see her.
Mayflower's dress hugged her curves, and complimented her bosom nicely. Her mane was the same color as a field of barley at the end of summer. Her sweet smile always made Magnus feel all warm, and her blue eyes always captivated him. Her white coat looked so soft to the touch, something he knew only too well.
When her blue eyes met his, she put down the bucket and smirked. "Well, if it isn't my drunken hero from last night?" Magnus snorted a laugh and walked closer. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," he chuckled. "Though I'm a little disappointed when I woke up. I had hoped it would be beside you."
Mayflower took the cloth hanging from the bucket, and hit Magnus's chest with it. "You vile beast." She whispered with a barely hidden smile and blush. Her eyes looked back towards the tavern for a moment, then back at him. "What if my mother heard you?"
His boyish grin only got wider, but before he could respond, an excited voice called his name. "Magnus!" Both Mayflower and Magnus looked to the entryway of the tavern.
In the doorway stood a smaller version of Mayflower. Only nine years younger, a brown coat, and a light green mane and tail. Her smile was wide, as she dashed from the doorway, and jumped up to catch Magnus's bicep. Magnus just laughed as he lifted her up as she hung from his arm.
The filly giggled, which made Magnus chuckle. "You saw me yesterday." He laughed. "You're acting like you haven't seen me for months."
"Well, Cornflower is your biggest fan." Mayflower teased, and started to clean the tables.
The filly giggled, and finally let go of Magnus. "Ma said you were going to help us out today!"
"That's right," answered Magnus. "I'm going to be your muscles today."
The sisters both giggled, and with that, a third and more mature voice joined in. "You're here early." Belladonna said, hands on her hips while trying to look stern. The attempt was enough to make her daughters bite their lips, as they snickered.
Magnus shot her a winning smile. Belladonna had always been like a mother to him. Sweet and kind, but with a fiery temper when needed. Despite her efforts of being stern with him, he could see there was more than a hint of a small smile playing at her lips.
"I've come to place myself in your service, good lady of Greenwood Tavern." Magnus declared, and made an over dramatic deep bow.
Both of Bella's daughters laughed, and even Bella snickered a little. "That's enough of you." she said with a roll of her eyes. "You can start by clearing out the mess you made yesterday. Anything you think you can fix, you will. When you're done, I have a list for you to go through."
"Yes, my lady!"
For the rest of the day, Magnus worked for Bella, doing all the chores she had been wanting to get done for a while. Anything she could think of, which was within Magnus's power to do, she asked. He worked in the cellar, clearing out old barrels, cleaning, doing small and slightly bigger repairs here and there.
During the day, he saw plenty of Mayflower and her younger sister. Both were great company whenever they were around, and plenty of laughs were shared between them. Even Belladonna's sternness seemed to soften up as the hours went by, even giving him a cool mug of ale, although made sure it was a small one.
As he enjoyed the mug of ale outside, under the shade of the oak tree, Mayflower came out to him. She sent him one of those beautiful smiles of hers, and Magnus couldn't help but smile back.
"Enjoying your break?" She asked, and joined him under the tree. Sitting beside him, their shoulders almost touching.
Magnus let out a long relaxed sigh, his head leaning against the tree as he looked up at the fluffy clouds. "Perfect place to take a nap."
"Mother would love that." She said.
For a few moments, the two just relaxed, looking up at the clouds passing above them. The gentle summer breeze passed through the crown of the three, making the many leaves wave.
"Do you ever think about leaving Greenwood?" Mayflower suddenly asked.
The sudden question honestly took Magnus by surprise. "Uhm, sometimes. I mean, doesn't everypony?"
"Not me," came the almost instant reply from the mare. "I'm happy right here. I can't ever imagine leaving our village. But I already know what I want, I know where my place is. What about you?"
"What about me?"
While he could not see it, Magnus had a feeling Mayflower was smiling at him. "Are you serious Magnus? You've always been restless, besides, I don't know any pony who can do what you can do."
Magnus made a face. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean that you have a gift, and maybe you can put it to use out there in Equestria. Maybe become an adventurer, or join the royal army?" She listed some other options but Magnus wasn't really sure about any of them. "All I'm saying is that I know my place is here, but it just never looked like you knew where your place was."
"There are other strong stallions in the village." Magnus said, almost in a mumble.
Mayflower snorted. "There are farming strong, Magnus, and then there is you strong. I've never seen any stallion in the village pull an entire cart by themselves, filled with several barrels of wine, ale, and whatever else was in there." She laughed a little. "Just imagine what you could do out there!"
Magnus smiled a little. "You almost make it sound like you want me to leave."
That comment earned him a small punch to the shoulder. "Of course not! Don't say that..."
Magnus chuckled, rubbing the place where she punched more out of reflex than actual pain. "I'm sorry, I know you didn't mean it like that." He said, then sighed and looked back up at the clouds. "I know what you mean, and in truth, I've been thinking about leaving more and more."
Almost ascendingly, he picked up a small stick, and broke it into smaller pieces as he spoke. "I wouldn't mind seeing Equestria, but really, I would see if I could find out something about my mother."
Mayflower frowned and glanced over at him. "Your mother? What about her?"
Magnus shrugged. "Pa almost never talks about her. When he does, he talks with a lot of love, but also this sadness. She just vanished, my dad never gave me the impression he knew it was coming. I'm just wondering if she is out there somewhere, or if someone would know something about her."
"You really think so?"
"I don't know," Magnus admitted. "It's been twenty years since anyone in the village saw her. So much could have happened, but she couldn't just have come out of thin air. Some pony somewhere must know something about her." There was a moment of silence again before Magnus let out a sigh.
"Not that matters." He then said, tossing the tiny stick aside before drinking the rest of his ale. "It would be great to know more about my mother, but my place is here with my father. I don't want to leave him here alone. He might not say anything, but the old master blacksmith isn't getting any younger."
Mayflower smiled, then leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "You have a good heart, Magnus."
As the day went on, and the tavern got more and more busy, Magnus finally completed all the chores that Belladonna could think of. When it was over, Bella could not keep up that stern expression, and he was finally allowed to relax, go home, or stay for now.
"Thanks for the offer." Magnus said as he stopped by the door. "But I think I will go home, help my father close up."
Bella smiled, nodding understandingly. "Wait a moment." She said, and vanished into another room for a few minutes, before returning with a bottle in hand. "For you and your father." She said.
Magnus smiled gratefully as he took the bottle. "Mmm, your best mead." Running a hand over the bottle. "Thank you, Belladonna."
"Good work today, Magnus." She just said. "Please try to keep your muscles under control from now on." She said as a final warning. "My chairs and tables can't handle it."
Magnus laughed. "I'll try, I promise. Goodnight." With that, he left the tavern.
Magnus left with the sounds of laughter and good spirits. The blue sky above was fading into the darkness of the night, already the first few stars were starting to sparkle far above them. The last bit of sunlight vanishes on the horizon, laying the world to rest for now.
The young stallion walked back the way he came. Passing farmers who either returned from their fields, or came to get something cold to drink after work. He passed merchants closing their stalls, or shops. Even a few kids are still running around playing, even if their mothers would want them home now.
With a small spring in his step, Magnus followed the same dirt road back towards his father's forge. When he approached, he quickly spotted the older stallion closing the door to the workshop. Magnus raised a hand as he got closer, and greeted his father.
"Evening, pa."
Terial turned to face his son, smiling as he did so. "Ah, I was starting to think I would eat alone tonight." He chuckled. "How did it go with Belladonna? You're not drunk, so that is a good sign."
Magnus shook his head. "Everything went great. I did everything she asked me. She even gave me this for us to enjoy tonight." He held up the bottle of mead, making Terial's smile grow a bit.
"That's a good lad. Come inside so we can eat, and enjoy the mead."
And so they did. None of them were master cooks, but so their dinner was pretty simple. Not that it mattered. Both were used to their simple meals. If they wanted better, they could always seek help from Belladonna. For now though, father and son enjoyed the time with one another.
They sat by the large table, eating their dinner, and enjoying the sweet mead gifted to them. As conversation died down, Magnus's eyes fell on the hammer above the fireplace, as it often did when he had a moment. His father had never talked much about it, only that it was the last piece he and his mother worked on before she vanished.
They rarely spoke about her. Magnus had always gotten the sense that it was a topic best not touched. Tonight however, Magnus somehow felt compelled to ask him about her. Perhaps it was because of his conversation with Mayflower.
"Father..."
"Mhm?" Terial grunted as he chewed on a mouthful of stew.
Magnus hesitated. He didn't want to ruin the good mood, or reopen old wounds. Still, he pushed on, although be it as gently as he could muster.
"I was just wondering, the hammer above the fireplace. You said it was the last piece you and mother made together, right?"
Terial swallowed his food, clearly surprised by the sudden change of subject. "Yes," he then answered. "Your mother wanted to make something special to mark your birth." Terial looked down into the mead in his mug. "While she wasn't a blacksmith, she told me what to make, while she put her magic into it."
Magnus sat up a little more. having never heard this part of the story before. "You mean she enchanted it?"
Terial nodded a little. "At least I think that is what she did. I made the hammer, carved the symbols, and put in the coins. That was all me. When your mother did whatever she did to it, it was like the hammer became something more."
"How?"
"Heavy." Terial said with an almost dry laugh. "I don't know what your mother did, but when she did it, the hammer became really heavy. It took three full grown stallions to hang up over the fireplace." He chuckled at the memory, while Magnus suddenly understood why the hammer needed such a thick nail to be able to hang there.
Terial let out a small sigh, managing a faint smile as he thought back on it. "I think she wanted to make that hammer for you, son." Terial said and looked Magnus in the eyes. "She said that the hammer would remain asleep, until it was ready to be awakened by its rightful wielder."
Magnus stared at his father, then looked over at the hammer. "You think she meant me?"
"I don't know who else she could have meant." Terial admitted, his smile fading. "It was the only thing she told me about it."
Before she vanished, was the obvious conclusion to that sentence. Magnus decided not to push any more. As he looked at his father, he was strengthened in his resolve to remain in the village. He loved it here, his friends were here, his father. He could see him building a life for himself here. Take over his father's shop, marry Mayflower.
Their foals run around the tavern, while Mayflower runs it. Magnus would have taken over the forge from his father, who in turn would enjoy retirement under the old Oak Tree, enjoying a cold mug of ale, and watch over his grandfoals.
Yes, this was home, and this was where he was needed.
Smiling a little, Magnus looked at his father. "Pa, thank you for taking care of me, and loving me."
Terial looked a little taken aback, but only for a second. Then he smiled, his eyes filling with the same warmth that had always been a part of his gentle being. "Thank you, son. I couldn't have asked for a better son."
The two raised their mugs, and downed the mead left in them. Terial chuckled, and stood. "Enough of that. I'm tired, and I could use some rest."
Magnus too stood. "I'll clean up here, you go and get some sleep." It wasn't that late, but his father had been working by himself all day. Magnus promised he would be there for him all day tomorrow.
"Thank you, son." Terial yawned. "I'll see you tomorrow then." The old blacksmith said, and trotted up the stairs to his room.
Smiling, Magnus started to clean up after dinner. Thinking he might go for a walk, and maybe one drink back at the tavern before bed. As he cleaned the table though, his eyes once again landed on the hammer. This time though, he felt more drawn to it. He left the table alone, and took a few steps towards the hammer.
With each step he took, it was like he could hear something, like, a faint hum coming from the hammer. His heart started to beat faster, but he didn't know why. Instinctively, he raised his hand towards the hammer, his fingers nearing the head when suddenly the faint sound of rumbling thunder rolled over the village.
It was enough to break Magnus's concentration, and turn away from the hammer. His heart was quickly calming down, and the hum faded away just as quickly as it had appeared.
He walked to the window, and looked out onto a dark blanket of clouds that moved over the village. "Looks like it's going to rain tomorrow." He mumbled to no one but himself. He glanced back at the hammer in wonder at first, then in defiance. "My place is here..." He said, and as if the hammer answered, Magnus heard the faint rumble of thunder once again.
Magnus stared down the hammer for a few moments, then shook his head and let out a laugh. What was he doing? The hammer wasn't alive, and of course he was staying here. Whatever his mother had thought about the hammer, she had left him and his dad.
He could get by without her, or her gifts. Despite thinking this, Magnus couldn't really convince himself of it. Not that it mattered. Despite it nothing being that late, Magnus decided for the first time in a long time to turn in early.
Tomorrow was going to be a new day.
The smoke was thick, the sky was burning. All around him, Magnus could see nothing but shadows clashing with swords and shields. Echoes of a battle, screams, and yells.
The air was hot, tasted like ash. The ground was soaked with blood and mud. There was no sky above, only smoke and the red glow from unseen flames.
It was like time itself had slowed down, while he himself could move as normal. His clothes were torn, bloody. What little armor he had left was of no use now. Ahead of him, a fowl growl made Magnus look up. A massive form, made of shadow and flame towered above him like a mountain.
He couldn't see what exactly it was, only two glowing green eyes, made out of sickly green flames.
The battle around them was not even close, it was like they had their own arena to face one another. As the two stared at each other, Magnus raised his hammer. With a powerful war cry, lightning cut through the smoke, and bonded with the hammer just as Magnus threw it towards the massive beast.
The great beast responded in kind, by launching itself at Magnus. A massive clash between his hammer and the beast resulted in a bright flash, and a deafening sound of thunder.
Magnus snapped his eyes open, almost jumping out of bed as the world suddenly shifted into a more peaceful environment. He sat up in his bed, heart pounding, sweat running down his body as he panted, trying to calm himself.
It took Magnus a few seconds, maybe a minute, to fully grasp that she was in his room. He wasn't in some battle, he wasn't injured, and he wasn't under attack. He was just at home, in bed, back in Greenwood. As his heart calmed, and the images and sounds of his dream faded into the back of his mind, Magnus let out a sigh.
Looking out the window, he could tell it was morning, although unlike the day before, today was going to be gray and wet.
Swinging his legs out the bed, he sat on the edge, running his fingers through his mane. While the exact images and sounds were quickly fading into something like vague memory, the impression was still there. The pure rage he felt, the pure hatred coming from the beast. It was almost like two forces of nature clashing.
He shook his head, deciding it was nothing more than a vivid dream, or a nightmare.
Standing, Magnus quickly found some gray trousers and a simple olive green tunic. As he was putting on his belt, he made his way out to the main room of the house. His father was nowhere to be seen, although after a moment of listening, he could hear him out in the forge.
When Magnus made his outside, he was relieved to see it hadn't rained yet. Although the gray clouds did look like they could burst open at any moment. The air was more chilly too, as much as it could be during the summer time.
When he entered the workshop, he quickly found his dad tending to the forge as he prepared for the day's work. Terial looked up as he noticed his son stand in the door to the workshop. The stallion smiled. "So you're finally up then, lad?"
Magnus smiled sheepishly. "Why didn't you wake me?"
Terial shrugged. "I figured I let you sleep in. I have a job for you, so I wanted you to get some rest." He nodded towards one of the tables, and Magnus turned to look.
There on the tables were several packages, wrapped in linen and leather. Thick string held the wrappings together so the contents wouldn't spill out. Magnus sighed, knowing the sight well enough to know what he was going to do today. He looked at his father with a raised eyebrow.
"Delivery day, to whom?"
"To the Farfield homestead." Terial replied, to Magnus's surprise.
"Farfield, but that's on the other side of the forest. It will take me all day to get there and back." Magnus sighed, and turned to the many tools his father had made for the homestead.
"Well since you're so strong, you should be home well before dinner." Terial grinned. "Besides, you made the trip before."
Magnus nodded, although a bit reluctant. "Yes, but it means you will have to work alone again."
His father waved off the concern. "It's fine. I'm not going to do anything too complicated today. You just take the supplies and go. You'll be back before you know it." Terial said and turned away from his son. "Make sure you stop by Belladonna on your way."
"Why?"
Terial smirked. "I've arranged for her to make you some food for the road." That caught Magnus's interest. Bella made the best food, at least better than anything he and his dad could make. Terial chuckled, seeing his son's sudden interest. "Go on, get yourself ready, and pack the tools. You have a long walk ahead of you, and I don't want you to come home after dark."
"Alright, I'll get to it then. Are you sure your old bones can handle being by yourself again?" Magnus said with a small grin.
His father answered in kind, by lifting his hammer in mock threat. "Get out of here, you brat." Magnus laughed, and left his father for now, while he got ready for the journey ahead. Magnus laughed, and headed out to make ready.
Fifteen minutes later he stood ready. Backpack stuffed with the tools. Normally carrying all of it like this would be heavy for one stallion, but Magnus hardly felt the weight. His father sat outside the workshop, smoking on his pipe as Magnus came out, all ready for the journey.
"Alright, I'm heading out."
Terial nodded. "The Farfields have already paid. So just deliver their goods and come back home, alright?"
Magnus nodded. "I will, pa. I'll see you this evening."
"Good lad." Terial said, his voice more gentle and relaxed than it normally was. "Be careful out there."
"There is nothing out there to be scared of, pa." Magnus chuckled, and raised his hand in farewell. "Don't work too hard!"
With a final laugh, Magnus made his way up the same dirt road he always took when he headed for the tavern. To get some food for the road, especially one made by Bella, it was just what he needed to put a bit of a spring in his step.
As he approached the tavern, he saw Mayflower carrying some dirty clothes to their cellar. Magnus's grin widened. "Hello there, lovely. You look extra beautiful today!"
Stopping in her tracks, Mayflower turned to look at Magnus with a mock glare. "Are you here for me, or my mother's cooking?"
"Can't it be both?" Magnus asked as he stopped only a few inches from her.
"Cheeky colt." Mayflower giggled.
Magnus chuckled warmly, as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "I'll be home this evening, maybe I could swing by?"
Mayflower bit her cheek, humming as she pretended to think about it. Then with a smile, and a peck on the cheek, she nodded. "I think I would like that."
Magnus grinned, feeling his cheeks warm. Before he could answer though, he heard a giggle. "Eeeew." Cornflower giggled from the doorway. "Magnus and Mayflower, sitting in a tree."
Mayflower stuck her tongue out at her younger sister then looked back at Magnus. "You better get going. The sooner you do, the sooner you can get back here. So don't take too long." Magnus winked, and walked away, although not before giving her flank a small smack as he left her, earning him a flirting glare.
Belladonna stood by the counter as he walked in. Her eyes lit up, and reached for something. "Good to see you, Magnus. ready to head out?" She asked as she placed a big package on the counter. "You want to bring this then."
"Thank you," answered Magnus, already eying the package with slight glee. "I can't wait to see what you packed me."
"A bit of everything." Bella admitted. "Your usual favorites."
Magnus took the package, and packed it away in his backpack. "No one loves me like you do."
She rolled her eyes, and raised a finger in warning. "There should be enough for four grown stallions, Magnus, but try to save it for the entire trip." She said sternly. "Now go on, get moving."
Magnus laughed and waved as he headed out. "I'll see you later." When he walked out, he caught a glimpse of Mayflower again, sending him a warm sweet smile, and a wave. Magnus waved back, his cheeks burning as he did.
With a final look back, Magnus ventured down the road towards the forest.
Traveling through the forest wasn't an unpleasant experience, especially during the summer. Although Magnus wouldn't mind some sunshine to light all the colors of the forest.
The road was long, but it was much worse during winter. Magnus was glad he didn't have to do trips like this during heavy snowfall, but could enjoy the peaceful walks like this when the weather was warm, and the sun was out. For now, he was just glad it wasn't raining, and the road wasn't wet and muddy.
Already he had taken a little bit from his supplies, just an apple for now, and a small cake. He'd only been on the road for about two hours, when he suddenly heard something that sounded like music. After a few more steps, he was sure he could hear it.
As he walked, he kept listening to the music, which was pleasant and light hearted. Soon enough he spotted a well known crossroad, but sitting on a rock near it, was a colorful mare. Pink coat, pink mane, bluest eyes he had ever seen. She sat beneath a large tree, her fingers moving over her lute with ease as she sang her song.
"Oh come they said,"
"And down the road,"
As Magnus approached her, the mare opened her eyes and smiled brightly at him. Magnus couldn't help but smile back, as he stopped and listened to her song.
"Oh! sweet she was,"
After the third verse, the pink mare stopped, but she still smiled at Magnus. "Hi there!" She said, her energetic voice catching him by surprise.
"Uhm, hello." Magnus said with a small chuckle. "What are you doing out here in the woods alone?"
"Same thing you're doing silly! I'm traveling!" She said with a smile as she stood up. "I am Pinkie Pie, traveling bard, at your service!"
She let her fingers run down the strings of her lute, making a short, but still beautiful sound. "And who are you?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Magnus of Greenwood." He answered. "I'm going to Fairfield to deliver some tools my father has made for them."
Pinkie nodded. "Is this a farm?"
"Yeah, Fairfield is a pretty big farm. We get a lot of our grain from them during harvest." Magnus explained, and this seemed to make the pink mare excited. "Are you heading there as well?"
"I am now!" She giggled. "I like to travel around and make ponies happy, sing my songs, and show them all kinds of tricks. Farmers often need something to lift their spirits!" She took a big step towards Magnus, her blue eyes almost sparkling with enthusiasm. "Let's travel together, Magnus!"
Her eyes were so sincere, and her mood so bright, that Magnus couldn't help but feel his mood lighten, even when it hadn't been heavy before. While he knew nothing of this stranger, beside her name, Magnus agreed to travel with her. She clapped her hands together in excitement, and jumped in place a few times.
She spun elegantly around, almost as if she was dancing, and skipped back over to the tree. Magnus watched as Pinkie picked up a satchel, and what looked like a mini musket. Magnus had only heard about such weapons, but never actually seen one. He'd heard they could be pretty crude when it came to accuracy, and was more for short range combat.
Pinkie put the gun on her back, along with her satchel. Her lute, she kept in her hands as she skipped her way back to Magnus. "Lead on, mighty Magnus!"
"Mighty Magnus?" He asked with a small smirk, and a raised eyebrow.
Pinkie winked at him, and poked his bicep. "You know, because you're built like a mountain." She giggled, running her fingers down the strings again. "Now, which trail do we blaze?!"
Magnus chuckled, shaking his head a little at Pinkie's antics. "This way, come on." He moved down the western road, and Pinkie followed him, although not without playing another song.
"The Road goes ever on and on,"
And so she continued to sing, never seeming to run out of songs, or energy. Not that Magnus minded. Pinkie's high spirits and many songs proved to be very entertaining, and it made the journey through the massive forest much more enjoyable. When she finally did take a break, Magnus offered her some water, which she gladly accepted.
As she drank from his flask, Magnus looked at her and asked, "you know a lot of songs. Did you learn them in Canterlot, at the Bard's College?"
Pinkie finished drinking, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. As she handed the flask back to him, she smiled proudly. "I've not traveled for long, but each place I visit, I find a new song, or story to tell." She said with not a small amount of pride. "Everything I know, I had to learn for myself."
Magnus looked at her with some awe. He'd never been past Farfield, and Pinkie, who looked younger than him, was already traveling the land. The conversation he had with Mayflower returned to him. What he had told her had been true. Greenwood was his home, and he intended to stay there. Still, he couldn't deny a certain wanderlust.
Looking ahead again, Magnus found himself wanting to know more. "Have you seen a lot?"
Pinkie gave a nod. "Mhm! Well, I've mostly visited homesteads, and small towns and villages. I haven't seen any of the big cities yet. But maybe I'll head to Canterlot when I've visited Greenwood." She said in an almost teasing way.
Magnus looked at her quizzically. "Why haven't you gone to the cities if you can?"
"Hmmm," Pinkie hummed, looking up at the many branches over them as she considered her answer. "I guess it's because I like towns, farms and villages more." She said, making it almost sound like she was asking him. "In the city, they are too busy. It's too crowded to notice one another. Farms and villages, they have time to notice one another, and they could use more cheering up than others."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because of the war," answered Pinkie. Her voice is less light now, as if some of the energy had gone out of her. "So many joined up when the Princesses called. A lot is left behind, you know?"
Magnus frowned. He didn't know. Sure, like everypony back home, he knew there was a war far to the west, at the farthest of Equestria's borders. So far though, they had only gotten small news here and there, but otherwise they hadn't felt the war. Magnus couldn't help but feel bad about that.
The war was so far away, and they hardly felt it as they slept peacefully every night. So far no one from the Princesses had come to ask for supplies, or volunteers, so it was hard to get involved like others who lived further inland.
He glanced at Pinkie, who's eyes told him she was thinking similar thoughts. Clearing his throat, Magnus looked ahead once more. "Is it bad? We don't really get news about the war out here."
Pinkie was silent for maybe a minute, then she answered, almost in a whisper. "I haven't heard anything good so far..." She admitted. Letting out a small sigh, she shook her head, as if shaking the dark thoughts away. Her smile returned, and her spirit came back as she looked at him. "But let's not talk about that, nothing we can do about it here and now."
Magnus couldn't help but smile just a little. She was right, there was nothing they could do about it. "You're right, sorry for bringing it up."
"It's okay, sillyhead. You don't get a lot of news out here, so of course you would ask." She smiled, nodding at her own reasoning.
"So where are you from, Pinkie?"
"Oh, I'm from a town farther up north." She said with a smile, happy to be on a new subject. "My family owns some land up there."
Magnus was surprised. He never knew any pony who owned more than a farm. "Are your family nobility?"
Pinkie giggled. "I guess in a sense, but we don't really think about it. My family work with rocks, and are really super good at it. So he helped find the perfect spot for a quarry, and now he owns it!" Pinkie let out a long breath. "Hard work, but it earned him a title I think, but I can't remember what he is."
Magnus couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh, who wouldn't remember anything about being a noble or not? Then again, Pinkie seemed so carefree. Magnus couldn't help but find that an endearing trait.
The two of them continued to talk, even sitting down to eat lunch. Magnus found Pinkie didn't have much food left, not that she was starving, but he offered to share what he had, which she gladly accepted.
Didn't take long after they had eaten, until they found their way out of the forest. Suddenly the trees gave way for large open fields almost as far as the eyes could see. The barley waved in the breeze, creating running waves that moved through the fields like on the sea.
Had the sky been clear, the sun would only make it look even more beautiful. Still, the sight was still quite relaxing to Magnus. Pinkie grinned, and as she spotted the farm, she took out her lute, and started to play a melody, as if announcing their arrival.
The farm itself consisted of three buildings, forming a square, with a courtyard in the middle. There was also a barn a little farther away. When Magnus and Pinkie came up to the farm, some of the from the Farfield clan was in the courtyard wokring on a wagon.
When they saw the two of them, they all smiled, and bid them welcome. Farfield himself came out of the main house to greet them both. Farfield was widely known for his good humor, warm smile, and of course his large family. He had four sons, and three daughters. His wife was quite the beauty in her time, now she had aged to become all the more elegant, some would even say regal.
"Magnus!"
Farfield greeted with a warm smile. He was a large stallion, a bit on the older side, but still carried the muscles from years working on the farm. His sons had taken over the more demanding chores, but he was still the head of the household.
Magnus smiled back at the large stallion, genuinely happy to see him again. "Master Farfield, it has been a long time since we last met."
Farfield barked out a laugh. "Too long, my boy." He said, placing his hand on Magnus's shoulder. "How is your father?"
"My father is well, but, you know, getting older."
Farfield barked out another laugh, and almost punched Magnus's shoulder. "We're all going to get older. Your father is tough as steel, so don't think you got him beat yet, lad."
Magnus chuckled. "I won't."
"So, who is this young lady?" Farfield asked, turning to Pinkie.
Pinkie's smile seemed to brighten even more, if that was even possible. She gave an elegant bow, and held up her lute, running her fingers down the strings as she had done so many times before.
"I am Pinkie Diane Pie, traveling bard, storyteller, and poet! I've come to offer my songs and stories for you and your house to enjoy!"
Farfield clapped his hands together, while his sons and daughters present all seemed excited to have a bard visit them. "You are welcome in my home. We could all use some music and song." He nodded, then looked back at Magnus. "But tell me, lad. Do you have the tools I bought from your father?"
Magnus nodded, and quickly took off his backpack, and presented the many packages to Farfield. With each tool, bag of nails, and irons fittings unpacked, Farfield's mood only seemed to increase. He picked up one of the tools, as his sons sorted the rest.
"Your father has lost none of his skill. I bet many of these will last well beyond myself." He chuckled, and looked at Magnus again. "I have already paid, but maybe you will like to stay for dinner as thanks for traveling so far?"
For a moment Magnus felt tempted to accept the offer, but he shook his head. "I would like to, but I've made some promises back home, and so I must return as soon as our business is concluded."
Farfield nodded in understanding. "Consider our business concluded then. As always, your father has proved himself worthy of every coin." he held out his hand, and Magnus clasped it as a sign that they had come to an agreement of their trade. "Safe travels, and send your father my best wishes."
"I will." Magnus promised, and stepped away as Farfield returned his attention to the work. As Magnus walked towards the road again, he found Pinkie Pie leaning against a fencepost, smiling as he approached. "Are you going to stay here then?"
Pinkie nodded. "For a day or two, then I think I will come visit your village. It sounds like a nice place!"
Magnus smiled and nodded. "It is, and I'm sure you would be very welcome."
"It will be a blast!"
Pinkie giggled, and pulled out her gun, and before Magnus could cover his ears, she pulled the trigger! But instead of a large boom of gunpowder, smoke and fire, it was several pieces of colorful paper raining down around him.
"Don't do that," Magnus let out a relieved laugh, and Pinkie laughed too, winking at him as he left. "Safe travels to you, Pinkie."
"I'll see you in a few days!"
Pinkie called, waving goodbye as he vanished up the road from where they had come.
The journey back home was quite uneventful. The grey sky above continued to linger, never giving way for the sun to light up the forest. But remembering some of the songs Pinkie had shared with him, Magnus found himself humming them as he made his way back home.
It did a lot to lighten his spirit, and make the hours pass by much faster. As he walked, and hummed his tunes, Magnus wondered if he could maybe sneak away with Mayflower. Perhaps go to the lake, if the weather improved, maybe they could go for a swim?
Or perhaps he could just enjoy the warmth of the tavern, with a good mug of mead, and a hot meal. Simply seeing her smile was enough to make a simple visit all the more worth it. Just thinking about it now, made the young stallion smile.
A smile that was not meant to last. Magnus stopped, suddenly smelling something strange in the air. Smoke? Lots of it, and some foul stench Magnus could not describe. The smell reminded him of something, but he could not recall exactly what.
Without fully knowing why, his senses started to sharpen, his heart calmed, his muscles tensed. It was as if he was about to take a leap from the highest ledge he could find.
Feeling the need to act, Magnus broke out in a run, moving as fast as his legs could carry him, even dropping his satchel as he sped up. The air grew thicker with the smell of smoke, and soon enough Magnus could see the black column rise far above the treetops ahead of him.
"No..."
Magnus knew of only one place the smoke could come from, Greenwood.
He ran and he ran, feeling his heart beat faster and faster with anticipation and fear. The sky above him rumbled, as small drops of rain started to fall all around him. Finally the trees cleared, and Magnus was faced with a horrifying sight that would forever hunt his nightmares.
His home, Greenwood village, was destroyed, houses in flames, destroyed, or abandoned. Dead bodies scattered around, some hit by arrows, some by spear, and one hung from a tree by the neck.
"NO!"
Magnus screamed, and ran to his home. Around him he found nothing but destruction and death, whoever had attacked had done so without mercy. Magnus knew every face he noticed, which only fueled the fear in his heart.
He quickly made it to his home, finding the doors to their forge having been shattered, as if pushed through and ripped off. Their house was half collapsed, and it looked like a fire had recently died down.
"Father! FATHER!"
Magnus searched the forge, their house, but he saw no sign of the old stallion, dead or alive. Thinking fast, the only place he could imagine his father would perhaps go to was the market, or the tavern. His eyes widened as he realized it. Mayflower, Belladonna, Cornflower!
Without a second's hesitation, Magnus ran from his home, up the familiar dirt road, and towards the market and tavern. The sight that greeted him wasn't any better than anywhere else. The buildings here were more intact, but left dark, as if life had left the buildings.
Three ponies had been hung from the grand oak tree with rope around their necks, their faces contorted into soundless screams and horror.
He was just about to run to the tavern and call out for any survivors, when his eyes found her. Laying on the ground, in the middle of the market, Magnus saw the body of Mayflower. She was still, her dress covered in her own blood, from a wound somewhere in her torso. Her eyes wide open, as if death had come as a shock.
"No, no, no, no..." With heavy steps, Magnus slowly trotted towards her. His heart seemed to stop, the world around him faded, as Magnus fell to his knees in front of the mare laying dead in front of him. "Not you too, please..."
Reaching out with his hand, he gently touched her cheek, almost hoping she would blink, and life return to her eyes. But nothing of the sort happened. She was cold to the touch, wet from what little of the light rain had covered her. The heavy smell of iron filled his lungs, as the mare who had kissed him just hours before now laid cold and dead.
Warm tears welled up in his eyes, as he carefully closed her eyes, and took her into his arms. Holding her limb body close, burying his face in her golden mane, Magnus cried. Flashes of her smiling at him passed through his mind, as his heart beat faster and faster with sorrow, and anger.
It was then that sound caught his attention. Magnus's ears stood up, and he could tell it came from the tavern. Forcing himself to let her go for now, Magnus gently put Mayflower down, and stood up. He turned towards the tavern, and with heavy steps walked towards the building.
His mind went numb, as he almost hoped he would find some lowlife raider or bandit hiding. Without thinking about it, he picked up a random pole that laid broken on the ground. If he found someone who was part of this, he would kill them.
Step by step he approached the half open door of the tavern. He could hear the sound suddenly stop, as if something had noticed his presence. Steeling himself, Magnus placed his hand on the door, and with a swift and forceful movement, opened it all the way, making it slam against the wall.
A scream of shock followed, as a pair of wide terrified eyes looked up at him. Magnus felt the dark cloud of anger leave him, as he found himself staring at, "Cornflower!" Magnus exclaimed, dropping the pole and got down on one knee.
The filly looked at him for an extra second, as if making sure it was really him. When she realized who he was, her eyes filled with tears as she ran to him, and buried her face in his chest.
"MAGNUS!" She cried. "It was awful! They killed every pony who tried to fight back!"
Without hesitation, Magnus hugged her back, holding her close as he felt just as relieved to find her alive, as she felt seeing him. For a moment he just let her cry a bit, his large hand stroking her mane. Then gently, he pulled back, looking into her eyes.
"What happened here? Who attacked?"
The filly looked up at him, wiping her eyes as she tried to gather some courage. "Big monsters, they came in a flying ship... T-they wanted your father, Magnus!" She whimpered.
Magnus frowned. "My father?"
Cornflower nodded weakly. "T-they started to attack anyone who tried to run away, and brought the others to the market. M-my sister told me to hide behind the barrels in the basement, so I did." She closed her eyes tightly. "I was so scared. I heard lots of screaming, and suddenly, it was just over, they took the others to their ship. I was so afraid I kept hiding!"
The filly broke down, her tears plentiful, as well as her cries. Magnus pulled her close once again. Keeping his strong arms around the filly, as if he could shield her from all the evils of the world.
There would be time to learn more, but this wasn't the time or place. He needed to get Cornflower out of here, and then deal with the village. Magnus knew of only one place where she could stay, and as he thought about it, he wasn't even sure if that was safe.
"Come, we can't stay here." He said, and picked her up in his arms. As much as he wanted to stay, and look for his father, he knew he couldn't leave Cornflower here to wait among the ruins. "Keep your eyes closed, okay?" He said, as he walked back out, and crossed the marketplace.
It required a lot of Magnus not to stop and look towards Mayflower's body, but he knew he couldn't, not with Cornflower. He pushed through his own emotions, and walked with the intent to get back on the road, but before he got too far, he heard movement among the rubble.
He stopped once more, his ears straight up as he listened. "Hello? Is there anyone there?" He asked, trying not to yell too loud.
Through a large hole in one of the buildings, came five massive shapes. Beasts, much bigger than any pony. They had bulky physiques, hunched backs, grey skin, white hair, long tails, pointy claws, and black, mask-like faces with beady blue eyes. They wore heavy black armor, carried thick shields, and nasty looking spears and swords.
He felt cornflower tighten her grip, her small body tensing up as her fingers dug into his tunic. "It's them, the monsters that took my mom!"
The creatures had little to no expressions, but Magnus thought he could sense amusement. Narrowing his eyes, he carefully set Cornflower down. Looking at her, he turned her head to make her look in his eyes. "Run to my dad's workshop and wait for me there. Whatever happens, don't come out until I call for you, okay?"
Cornflower's lower lip trembled, having heard this only a few hours before. Still, she nodded obediently. "Please don't leave me alone..." She begged, going in for a final hug before she ran down the dirt road.
Magnus watched her go for a moment, before he stood up to his full height, turning to face the five armored beasts. The creatures grunted as they watched him glare at them, his eyes fired up with the anger he felt coursing through his body. Above, thunder rumbled, with brief flashes of lightning appearing now and again.
"You're going to pay for what you did here today..." Magnus told them, his voice deep and with a hint of coldness that was until now unknown to Magnus.
The black armored soldiers gripped their weapons tighter, as Magnus suddenly leaped forward in one jump, using his entire body to bash into the first soldier.
The sudden display of raw strength took the soldiers by surprise, but only for a moment. To his own surprise, Magnus felt the beast push back against him, almost matching his own strength! Letting out a frustrated growl, Magnus took a hold of the shield, stepping back and used the power of the soldier against him.
He let him step forward, before catching him once more. Using the momentum, Magnus swung him into two others!
While those three stumbled for a moment, Magnus felt himself getting grabbed by the last two. Having dropped their shields, they aimed to restrain him until the others could finish him off. Magnus let out a roar, managing to pull free one arm, before using it to punch the second soldier across the face with such force he flew at least four meters down the street.
Magnus had never faced anyone as strong as these warriors, he actually felt himself panting as he tried to keep his eyes on the last one standing. Before He could turn though, he felt long and thick claws rip into him, lift him into the air, and bash him down into the ground.
The move was enough to punch the air out of his lungs. The creature tried to impale him with his other claw, but Magnus managed to catch it when it was mere inches from his throat. Gritting his teeth, Magnus used all his strength to keep the claws from reaching him.
Sadly, it did little to protect him from the other, which pushed deeper into him, making Magnus scream in pain!
In a desperate attempt to get away, Magnus turned the claws to the side, using as much force as he could, enough so that he broke one talon, making the beast roar out in pain. It was enough for Magnus to stand up and take a few steps back, only to find the five monsters still facing him.
Their eyes seemed to glow with anger, as they now knew he was not like the others they had killed. Magnus didn't care, if he was going to die, he would rather do it while on his hooves than on his knees.
The rain was picking up, soaking both them and the ground around them. Magnus glared, ignoring the pain in his side, and the warm feeling of blood trickling down his body.
Despite all of his defiance, Magnus could do nothing as one of them moved forward, slapping him with the back of its massive arm, sending Magnus down the street a few meters. He landed with a splash in the mud and rain, almost unable to move. The five creatures laughed, or so Magnus imagined.
Using his strength, Magnus tried to get up, but all he managed to do was to turn over and lay on his back. He gazed up at the dark sky, feeling the rain hit his face, feeling the thunder move through the clouds.
Was this going to be the end of him? His mind wandered, images of his father, Mayflower, Belladonna, and every pony else he knew from the village. The feeling of hopelessness they must have felt as they were slain. It fueled Magnus's anger and defiance, but he didn't have strength to stand.
Strangely enough, as his thoughts seemed to fade, the thing he found himself thinking off was not the fear of death, but instead the hammer back at his home. He didn't know why, but it was like he felt that connection from last night come back to him, even now as he laid there in the mud.
Without really knowing what really compelled him, he raised his hand towards the sky. The feeling increased, as he thought he saw blue sparks emanate from his fingertips. The sky above him moved, the flashes growing stronger, and the thunder roaring above him, as if trying to reach out to him.
Forgetting about his pain, about the threat of death, Magnus could only feel the sensation moving through him, connecting him to the hammer, as if it called back to him. In a last effort, Magnus used every bit of willpower to stand up, all though be it shakily.
The creatures watched him with curiosity, and Magnus held out his side. With a painful roar, Magnus called out for the hammer.
"COME TO ME!"
There was a loud boom from down the road, as if something broke through stone and wood. Something was moving towards them so fast, one could hear it cut through the air. Within seconds something flew towards Magnus's hand. In the midst of what looked like blue fire, Magnus closed his hand just as he felt the hilt of his hammer reach him.
The sky above lit up with lightning, with the roar of thunder following only seconds after. Magnus screamed so loudly, it almost seemed the weather reacted to him. Without thinking, Magnus threw the hammer as hard as he could towards the five beasts.
He watched as the hammer moved through one, just as lightning seemed to shoot out from it, hitting the other four. Magnus could feel the hammer kept flying, until he reached out his hand as if summoning it back to his hand. The connection rushed through him, as he could feel the hammer slow down, and then suddenly fly back to him.
Magnus didn't even have to think about it. As soon as he closed his fist, it was perfectly timed with the hammer. For a moment he just stood there, panting, letting out small grunts of pain, as he saw the sparks surrounding the hammer, all the carving glowing blue.
After a few seconds though, the glow faded, the thunder stopped, and the rain eased up. Magnus could do nothing but lower the hammer and turn around. He didn't bother to check on the five creatures, he didn't know if they were all dead, but at this moment, he didn't care.
Soaked, tired, and wounded, Magnus made his way back to the forge where he quickly found Cornflower. As soon as she saw him, she ran out to meet him. They didn't say a word, instead, Magnus just gently picked her up with one arm, and made his way back towards the woods from where he had come.
It was an hour before dawn, and everything was as it should be at the Farfield homestead.
Every member laid in their bed, sleeping peacefully. Pinkie Pie had gotten a spot set up in the barn, as they didn't have a guest room. But she hadn't minded, they had made it as comfortably as it possibly could be, and even when it had rained and thundered during the evening, she had been all warm and cozy throughout.
The clouds had finally parted, giving way for the stars above to shine down on the land below. Really, nothing seemed wrong in the peaceful scenery.
That was at least until some powerful knocks awoke the entire homestead. Farfield himself got out of bed, grumbling as he had no idea who could be knocking at this hour. His sons apparently had the same thoughts, as he saw them peak out of their room.
"Better not be someone who wants to sell something..." Farfield mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he made his way to the door. He didn't know what sight would greet him when he opened the door, but it was certainly not the one he got. As soon as he opened the door, he let out a startled curse, and stepped back.
There in the door stood Magnus, soaking wet, wounded, and holding Cornflower in his arms. The sight froze Farfield for a moment, when his wife came to the rescue and hurried towards them.
"Oh my, you're hurt! Come in quickly!" She ushered, sparking her husband into action.
"Y-yes, come on."
Farfield nodded, stepping aside as Magnus walked inside. When he did, Farfield looked outside to see if anyone else was out there, but he saw no one. But he did see something that looked like a hammer in his courtyard, stuck in the mud, with the handle pointed at the sky.
Magnus handed a weak and exhausted Cornflower to Farfield's oldest daughter. "She's not hurt, just tired and exhausted..." He said, sitting down on a chair by the fireplace. "I've been walking all night..."
"Celestia's bouncing tits, what happened to you boy?" Farfield asked, almost speechless.
"Husband, that can wait. We need to tend to his wounds." His wife said, and then looked at her daughters. "Get that poor thing into a warm bed, and see if you can get some food in her."
Magnus felt all his strength leave him at once. He had finally made it here, Cornflower was safe, and there was no longer any danger. As the Farfield household moved around him, their voices, as well as the world around him faded, as Magnus finally gave in to the exhaustion.
It was hours before Magnus once again opened his eyes. When he did, he found himself in a soft bed, with sunshine coming through a window.
Grunting, he slowly sat up, finding his wounds had been bandaged, and the grime and dirt cleaned off him. His mind felt as heavy as a wagon filled with rocks, but he forced himself to sit up.
"Are you okay?" A familiar voice asked him. Magnus turned to see Pinkie Pie, sitting on a chair across the room, looking at him with a small sad, yet hopeful smile. "You had us all worried you know..."
"Pinkie..." He moved his legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing his head as everything was coming into focus once again. "How is Cornflower..?"
"She's still sleeping." Pinkie answered, her blue eyes following him, watching for any sign of him hurting. "She told the Farfields what happened..." She looked away, her ears folded down as she could hardly understand how such cruelty could take place. "I'm so sorry for your loss, Magnus."
Magnus just sat there, thinking about what had happened, and what now needed to be done. "Thank you, Pinke..." He let out a painful groan as Magnus forced himself to stand.
Pinkie got up too, her arms held out in case he tripped. "You should stay in bed, Magnus. At least rest up for a few more hours."
Magnus just shook his head, finding his tunic, which had been cleaned and patched. "I need to go back." He said as he put on his tunic and belt.
"Go back?" Pinkie frowned. "Why?"
Magnus went silent for a few seconds. He couldn't look at her. "I need to bury them, I won't leave them like they are, rotting in the open. They deserve better..." Magnus moved to find his boots, sitting down on a chair to put them on. "Then I'm going west."
"West, why?"
"To find the others. Cornflower said they wanted my father, and they took those who didn't flee or fight back." He finished with his boots, and turned his eyes to look up at Pinkie. "I'm going to rescue them, and then I'm going to find whoever did this." Despite the cloud free sky, thunder rumbled, as a few sparks ran down Magnus's hands and fingers.
"And kill them..."
Author's Note
Art of Pinkie belong to: Ambris
Songs: The Bear and the Maiden Fair & Roads Go Ever On
