Extra Log #4

With a mighty push of the double doors, I stormed out of the confectionery and proceeded marking my path toward the lake.  The ponies who were single-filed in line had the courtesy to step aside, despite their foul behaviors they displayed moments ago.  Perhaps it could had been because they hadn't abandoned their city's tradition to strangers, or whatever.  Or it had to be the livid scowl on my face that gave the hint they should step out of harm's way.

Didn't matter.  I sure as heck was more pissed than I ever was before.  The mental storm stirring inside my head raged harder.  Both my cheeks were flushed rosy red.  Teeth bared, gnashing.  Eyes cracked slightly red from crying in conjunction with anger.  Steam billowing out of my nostrils.  I never felt this angry ever since those years ago -- back in the adolescent days -- when my foster father often pelted me with a leather belt as a way of punishment.

There'd be a saying for this: "It is easy to forget those you liked, but it is not easy to forget those you hate".  I'm sure that's how it's pronounced.

Yeah, I hated my foster father with a passion of a thousand suns.  He abused me as an act to toughen me up.  "Men don't cry like little babies.  Compassion is for the weak," he'd say.  Cruel, yet his lessons were mentally implemented solidly.

However, let me put that on hold and get right to the part where I found the way to the lake from Ponyville, but I had lost the track of time the moment I got there.  As I walked tiredly to the willow tree I looked up into the sky, a right hand over my eyes to shade the sunlight, and examined the sun's position for a little while.  To roughly estimate how long it took me from the confectionery to the lake, I had to say the trip may had been an hour and a few minutes without a single break.

I stopped right under the willow tree just as my legs, pulsating in soreness, were about to give in.  As I finally sat down in the shade, reclined against the tree, a sudden rush of cool air washed over my face.  Such a nice therapeutic treatment to have after the monotonous walking.  That, and to hide from the intense heat of the sun.  I wearily gazed at the sky once more, whereas I observed a couple miles ahead there were the checkered-pattern blizzard and storm clouds.  The mere sight immediately reminded me of Discord again.  There'd be no telling what I was going to do if I ever saw his face.  The first thing I imagined I'd do was Shoryuken his sorry tail.  POW!  Right in the kisser.   Unfortunately... the god of chaos in question wasn't anywhere to be found at the sparkling lake, which made me hunch I may had had arrived a bit early.

That said, I then decided to take the perfect opportunity to unwind and earn some rest, considering I never got all the hours of sleep I needed.  After all that's happened recently, I believed an hour of sleep was what the doctor ordered.  Heck, maybe I might wake up less bitter and let Discord off with another warning.  Just like the many previous times he pushed my buttons.

'Well, I guess we'll have to wait until then,' I said in thought before my eyelids grew heavy.  I leaned my head against the tree's rigid bark, blearily watching the sun's distorted reflection dancing along the lake's rippling surface, eyes slowly closing.  "I just hope everything will go back to," I paused to let out a stifling yawn, "normal..." a small whisper escaped me before I had completely fallen asleep.