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- >It was when the first leaves were beginning to fall.
- >Fluttershy was out in the woods again, searching for her usual finds.
- >Animals, of any kinds and any size- for her to care for.
- >The tall grass flanking her path rustled slightly in the wind.
- >She knew not to venture too deep into the forest, even her nurturing nature was over-looked by paths not taken.
- >There was a good reason every inhabitants of Ponyville stayed away from the depths of the unknown.
- >The Everfree Forest.
- >She maintained a strict patrol over the outskirts of the forest, keeping an eye out for any critters in need of help.
- >Her cyan eyes darted around, not only searching a call for help- but also predators.
- >Her pink mane blocked one of her eyes, and she quickly shrugged it off.
- >It came down soon after, and she did the same.
- >The warm sunlight on her yellow coat seemed to light up a small radius around her.
- >She suddenly heard a rustle to her left, and a small rabbit popped out.
- >By the time she could register it as the creature, Fluttershy was already deep within her own cone of mane, whimpering for her safety.
- >She eased at the noise of the animal, but one aspect caught her.
- >It seemed hurt.
- >She slowly made her way, careful not to startle the rabbit.
- >Its left ears twitched once, and it quickly turned its blood-red eyes on Fluttershy.
- >She smiled gently, but it soon disappeared when she saw the crimson cut on one of the rabbit’s legs.
- >The animal whined once, still unwilling to take its eyes off her.
- >”Easy, there.” She whispered.
- >Taking as a cue, it darted away, and she hurriedly chased after it.
- >She didn’t know she was going in deeper.
- >And what sights did the forest had in store for her.
- >The rabbit’s rapid movement suddenly came to a halt, behind a bush.
- >Fluttershy folded her wings in, which subconsciously opened up to help her glide.
- >Behind the foliage, she heard another whisper.
- >The rabbit was still alive, she heard its squeaks.
- >Fluttershy slowly poked her way through, seeing the rabbit lying on the ground.
- >A simple leaf-bandage covered its wound.
- >As she focused, a certain view came into her sight.
- >Fingers.
- >A hand.
- ”Shhh, it’s going to be alright.” The voice whispered, as its fingers fastened the bandage.
- >From the looks of it, it wasn’t a Diamond Dog.
- >Or a Minotaur.
- >In fact, it was like no other sentient being she ever saw.
- >And yet, here it was.
- >The creature was bathed in the warm sun, coming from an opening above.
- >It lacked a coat like her, or any kind of fur.
- >She could spot some on its head.
- >It seemed to rely on clothing.
- >It was crouched over the rabbit, running a hand over its ears to calm it.
- >It seemed to work.
- “Is it yours?” it suddenly asked.
- >Fluttershy quickly withdrew and hid behind her mane, but she opened up eventually.
- >”Are you… taking care of him?” She asked.
- “Of course, he’s an angel.” He turned to Fluttershy, revealing his oval and slightly flat face.
- “Would you like to keep him?” He asked, handing Fluttershy the bunny.
- >She nodded happily and took the creature within her forelegs, hovering up vertically.
- >He let out what seemed like a smile.
- >And that was the day Fluttershy met Anonymous the Human.
- >The day she met you.
- “And here you go, some fish for your otters.” You hand her a bushel of the aforementioned items.
- >She takes it gingerly, and tucks it under a leg.
- >Bending a foreleg inside, she holds it firm.
- >”Thank you so much, Anon.”
- “No problem, I know how you feel about-“ You speak with a hushed tone. “kil- catching other animals.”
- >Fluttershy nodded silently, she knew what needed to be done.
- >It was the law of the forest after all, all part of nature.
- >Everything had to die eventually.
- >You stab your wooden spear on the wet sand under you, and wipe your hands.
- >”You know, you should really come visit.”
- >You ponder for a while, juggling the thoughts in your mind.
- “Sorry, maybe next time.”
- >Fluttershy looks disappointed, as she turns to go.
- >At a distance, she looks to you once more, and you wave.
- >Once she is out of sight, you return to your abode.
- >It is a simple home, you think to yourself, as you push the wooden door.
- >You’d say it is convenient to find an abandoned shack in the middle of the forest.
- >You plop yourself on the aged chair, and drift into your thoughts.
- >Your introduction to this strange land was not the most experience you’d recall.
- >Equestria, Fluttershy later taught you.
- >It was supposed to be a quick walk through the park after work.
- >You heard a call and you decided to follow it.
- >A hedge later, and you find yourself in a town.
- >You see the yellow lights coming from open windows, illuminating your cobblestone path.
- >You noticed one odd thing.
- >You could see the sky.
- >You could see the stars.
- >No city lights, no sky-scrapers.
- >You weren’t in the city anymore.
- >You blindly follow the path, trying to figure out where you are.
- >The only sign you saw was just too odd for you to believe.
- >’Ponyville’?
- >You’re not even sure that’s an actual place.
- >Ignoring as a joke by some locals, you pace around town, taking note of their architecture.
- >First of all, it was like opening a fresh box of crayons.
- >All kinds of colors gleamed by the moon light.
- >You wonder what the town would look like in the morning.
- >And speaking of which, the sky suddenly lit up.
- >The sun rose right into its position, setting on the middle of the sky.
- >The sudden change of lighting blinds you, also sending torrents of color into your eyes.
- >You cover your eyes with a hand, and waited till your eyes adjusted.
- >When you can see again, you continue your path.
- >Neatly groomed trees come into sight, all arranged into a nice pattern.
- >You wonder at the sight of the short buildings- they must be barely three stories high.
- >Your sightseeing comes to a halt when you hear a scream behind you.
- >You turn around to spot a tiny, four legged creature, its large eyes focused on you.
- >A dropped basket of carrots rest on the ground next to it.
- >Its mouth was open agape, its orange hair slightly standing.
- >You stare back with the same shock.
- >You never seen this kind of animal before.
- >Its legs were stout and rounded; no sign of any digits.
- >It had a nice bright coat of pale beige.
- >There was an odd pattern on its thighs… three carrots?
- >You slowly back away, not sure what the creature would do.
- >And then, it suddenly screamed.
- >”A MONSTER!” She shrieked, as she ran away.
- >At the words, other creatures similar to it poke their lazy heads through windows.
- >You smile and wave, trying to calm them down.
- >And they react in the only way you know they will.
- >Scream and run.
- >Havoc ensues, and you are stunned.
- >You have no idea what to do.
- >That is, until several horned creatures surround you.
- >They are bulkier and larger than the creature you saw before.
- >They are also clad in golden armor, covering their heads, chest- and so on.
- >Horns aimed at you, they slowly make their approach.
- “Hey- I don’t want any trouble.” You hold up your hands in defeat.
- >Many seem to flinch at that.
- >”Y-you can talk?” You hear a burly voice exclaim.
- “You CAN talk?” You reply with equal enthusiasm.
- >One of them begins to make their approach, horn still aimed at you.
- >Seriously, what will he do, poke you with it?
- >He’s coming closer, barely three feet away from you.
- >Suddenly, he freezes in place.
- >And then-
- >Hell breaks loose again.
- >He falls to his knees and begins to scream.
- >The sound is enough to make your skin crawl.
- >His muscled legs are twitching violently, kicking into the air.
- >His companions look visibly disturbed, staring helplessly at him.
- >”What did you do to him?” a voice barks.
- “I don’t know! I-“ You take a step closer to him, to make sure he is alright.
- >His screams increase in volume, and he begins to flail wildly.
- >In a panicked state you run right over him, crouching over to make sure he is alright.
- >His screams are silent now, but you can feel his throat resonating.
- >Without a warning, a blue aura flowed out of his horn.
- >It slowly floated over to you, slowly sinking under your palm.
- >You stare your hand in bewilderment- before another scream grabs your attention.
- >You were staring at a skeleton- where the creature once was.
- >The bones blacken and disintegrate into air, where the ashes are subsequently blown away.
- >You slowly back away in shock, still staring at the place where the creature once was.
- >”WHAT THE BUCK?” Another of them shouts, before jumping at you.
- “No, wait!” You shout, raising your hands to protect yourself.
- >And at that moment, the same blue energy discharged from your hand, striking the pouncing creature.
- >It flies off for a distance, before landing with a thud.
- >It does not move.
- >The rest eye you with fear, not sure to attack or run.
- >And you give them the answer.
- >You begin to run.
- >Going into a full-blown sprint, you evade all the scared creatures, trying to get away from them.
- >The armored ones give you chase, as you topple items to block their path.
- >You jump over a cart, and push one of them out of the way.
- >The cobblestone path slowly thinned, and you felt the dirt path.
- >You saw a forest in the distance, and you pushed yourself towards it.
- >Your lungs were already giving out, and you felt the trickle of sweat run down your face.
- >Ignoring that, you puff and pant, forcing your body.
- >Once inside the forest, you keep running, looking back to make sure none of them are following you.
- >Your sprint becomes a jog, and that degrades into a walk.
- >You rest a hand on a tree trunk, and gasp for breath.
- >The ground feels much softer, and the air is damp.
- >You try to calm your rushing heart.
- >You lost them; at least you think you did.
- >You draw a long breath, unsure of what to do now.
- >One thing was for certain- you had to stay away from there.
- >You continue your path into the forest, not caring what direction you go to, just not there.
- >Half of the time you were pondering how to get back to the park.
- >Maybe you hurt your head.
- >This is just some concussion-related effects inside your head.
- >Agreeing with that thought, you slow you pace, and wait for this to wear off.
- >You walk in silence, taking in the noises the forest gave out.
- >Your shoes were beyond scratched, but you paid it no mind.
- >It was actually very peaceful around here.
- >Fluttershy woke to all the ruckus in town, which involved a guard angrily knocking her door in the morning and asking her if she saw a tall bipedal monster.
- >She immediately shook with fear, not because of the monster, but the guard’s tone.
- >The entire ordeal subsided soon, but Fluttershy saw many guards rushing into the forest.
- >Other than that, it was normal dealings in her home.
- >First, she fixed a breakfast of oats for her little friends, the mice and the squirrels.
- >She picked out individual grains for the birds to have, counting them to an exact three hundred.
- >She then went out to tend her chickens, who were equally frightened to the guards.
- >She assured them it was alright, and proceeded to feed them.
- >They were easy to their feet, but it was equally easy to calm them down.
- >Once all her friends were fed, Fluttershy went inside to fix herself a simple breakfast.
- >And then, it was off Fluttershy to the forest- she had friends to take care of.
- >Your wait is interrupted by frantic rustles all around you.
- >You freeze, and duck slightly.
- >Your eyes wander around you to find any signs to trouble.
- >The rustle goes off again, only louder.
- >It picks up in speed, coming to you in such speed.
- >You are freaking out now.
- >And the movement stops right in front of you.
- >Your hand begins to tremble as you expect the worst.
- >And to your front comes a…
- >Deer.
- >You relax immediately, drawing out a breath of relief.
- “You know, for a second there, I thought you were-“
- >You are cut short by a blast to your head.
- >You are effectively knocked to the ground; your head feeling like it is splitting.
- >You get a mouthful of dust and grime, spitting them out- while trying to fight back the throbbing headache.
- >You slowly get up to your feet, and look around.
- >Another of those creatures looks to you with wide eyes.
- >”Y-you should be dead…”
- >Not giving him a second shot, you shoot back into the forest.
- >Swatting branches aside, you push your way through,
- >Cuts and scratches cover your arm soon enough, but the fear of being killed compels you to go on.
- >The armored one calls for more of its kind, and proceeds to follow you.
- >After a few minutes of running and dodging what seems like bolts of pure energy, you reach a small clearing.
- >Soft earth greets your soles, slightly sinking it.
- >You see a small stream, and beyond it…
- >An abandoned house.
- >Without a moment to think, you run inside.
- >Hiding behind a wall, you fall to the wooden floor, tired.
- >Two guards stop outside of the abandoned shack.
- >”Let’s check this place.” The hulking guard orders.
- >”Sir, shouldn’t we call for back up?” A smaller one says,
- >”We don’t have time for that. If he’s cornered in there, and if we go out to get help, he might get away.”
- >The private nodded.
- >He was a well-built unicorn, strong enough to serve the guards.
- >His commanding officer was the largest earth pony one would ever see, and his strength alone brought him to the ranks.
- >”If anything happens, shoot a flare, alright?”
- >The private nodded.
- >The two entered the broken abode, bracing themselves to what might come.
- >Ancient wood boards creaked upon their entry, easily giving away their position.
- >The private looked about curiously, taking note of the almost-archaic contents of the house.
- >The officer stayed firm, searching for any sign of his fugitive.
- >As far as he was concerned, this creature was dangerous.
- >He raised a hoof, halting both of their movements.
- >The air tasted stale.
- >And something else was there…
- >He squinted his eyes, slowly scanning over the room.
- >The tension hung in the air, and the guard heard breathing.
- >He clenched his mouth shut, and turned to the private.
- >His face’s colors drained.
- >Whatever it was, it was here.
- >A stag raised its head suddenly, alarmed.
- >Its dark pupils stared at the rotting building silently.
- >Its ears perked up, and stood still.
- >And then, it twitched.
- >As it ran, the door of the house exploded into a thousand pieces.
- >As splinters pierced the ground, a single pony flew out with it.
- >He rolled once, and fell stiff.
- >Blood soon stained the ground.
- >You stand stunned, seeing your handiwork.
- >The other armored one looks equally mortified; he is as frozen as you are.
- >He blinks once, and runs out.
- >”Sergeant! Sergeant!” He yells, going to the side of his fallen officer.
- >He nudges the body once, slowly increasing in fear.
- >He then slowly turned to you, unblinking.
- >The look on his face was unlike anything you’ve ever seen.
- >He began to hiccup, slowly backing away from you.
- >He tripped on his own foreleg, collapsing meekly on the cold ground.
- >You slowly take a step out of the house, and begin to walk over to him.
- “You have to help me.” You plead.
- >”S-stay away from me!” He kicks the dirt in a futile attempt to push himself away.
- >A strange force propels you forward, and you cannot find any will to stop yourself.
- >The creature raises a limb to protect himself, covering his face.
- >You step over the small stream, and stand in front of him.
- >He begins to writhe in agony, brightly colored essence flowing towards you.
- >Driven by an unknown force, you come closer.
- >He begins to scream, kicking madly.
- >You see his green eyes begin to turn red, and tears streaming out of it.
- >His skin begins to tear off, floating away- and then burning away into the same essence.
- >He can’t even struggle anymore.
- >His screams pick up in volume, ringing through the forest.
- >And you stood still, taking in the strange power.
- >You soon saw his bare muscles, which began to spasm.
- >It too melted away, absorbed by your body.
- >The muscles disintegrated, baring bones and organs.
- >And through all this, he was still alive.
- >You heard his little beating heart, and a shrill sound of passing wind.
- >On closer inspection, it was his throat, worn from the excessive screaming.
- >He couldn’t even scream as he dissolved.
- >The final thing you saw of him was his heart, still beating furiously.
- >And he disappeared, just like that.
- >No trace of him was left, only the ground that was beaten by his panicked movements.
- >And when it was all done, you gasp for air.
- >You fall to your back, and begin to scream as well.
- >You kick back and drag yourself away from the scene, splashing into the stream.
- >You hug your arms close, clutching like a madman.
- >You scream more and curl into a fetal position.
- >You begin to shiver, gritting your teeth.
- >It wasn’t the cold water.
- >It was the creeping feeling that you just violently murdered someone.
- >And you just stood and watched.
- >You could’ve let him go.
- >What happened?
- >After a few moments, you pick your wet self back up.
- >You stumble into the decrepit building, still dazed on the events of what happened just now.
- >As you lay on the floor, you come with a plan.
- >You had to stay away from these creatures.
- >For their sake and your own.
- >The rest of the month was for you to adapt to your life here.
- >You dared not leave your home, afraid you’ll run into the creatures again.
- >You fashioned a brittle fish net for the stream by your house, hoping to catch something.
- >You didn’t eat for two days.
- >Growing desperate, you ventured back into town, hoping to find any food.
- >You managed to snag a few apples in the nearby farm, and several produce around the residence.
- >Figuring it was enough, you decided to sneak out.
- >Until you saw the giant cake-shaped building.
- >The smell drew you closer, forgetting that you already had an armful of fruits and vegetables.
- >And you… fucked up.
- >Unable to resist the sweet smell- you broke in.
- >You shattered the window and jumped in.
- >You knew it would wake everyone up.
- >Frankly, you didn’t care.
- >You enter the kitchen, staring at the assortment of pastries.
- >It was… alluring.
- >You begin with the strawberry cake, taking a wild handful and chomping them down.
- >The sweet sensation filled your mouth, and you began to claw into the cake like an animal.
- >You turned to see other cupcakes and éclair, and you started taking them.
- >Once you decided you couldn’t carry anymore, you turned to leave.
- >You saw a small silhouette of one of the creature blocking your exit.
- >”H-hello?” It called out, her sight probably transfixed on you.
- >”Anypony there?” She asked again.
- >Thinking you don’t have any other way, you raised your hand and-
- >And you were running again.
- >Barely keeping yourself straight with your loot, you ran back into the forest.
- >She wouldn’t be dead, you told yourself.
- >You dropped your findings and lay on the cold floor again.
- >Tomorrow, you were getting a bed.
- >Many weeks later, you finally found ease living out here.
- >You grew your own food, seeds stolen from the town.
- >That was something you weren’t proud to admit.
- >But you’d rather steal than to starve to death.
- >If your grown food wasn’t enough, you hunted.
- >Fashioning a spear with sturdy branches, you tried to hunt for deer.
- >Well, you tried.
- >Instead, you resorted to traps.
- >You dug out a four feet deep hole, and decorate the bottom with the made spears.
- >The fauna must be very thick in this area, you get catches most of the day.
- >Provided you placed the traps well enough, and lured them well enough.
- >You also took advantage of the river, taking water and for fishing.
- >This too, you relied on traps and lucky you, fishes are easier to trick.
- >You also used the river water to bathe, with what you called ‘soap’.
- >It was just nice-smelling leaves smashed to bits with some water.
- >If you were lucky, your monthly trips to the town could nag you an actual soap.
- >The feeling was heavenly.
- >You also fashioned yourself a new door, by tying some vines over the same branches you loved so much.
- >It needed constant maintenance, and not to mention how bad it was when it rained.
- >But life was… stable for a moment, it was just like living in a summer home.
- >With really bad conditions.
- >It was a good thing the town seemed quiet enough, especially with the lack of the horned creatures.
- >’Ponies’, you later overheard.
- >Around the average pony or the winged ones, you’d be fine.
- >But when you come into close proximity of the horned ones- the unicorns- you had trouble.
- >You also took some time to study the ponies, hoping to find a way out.
- >You made some notes on the ponies as well, studying their daily routines.
- >You may not be some expert commando, but you still had to ‘borrow’ items from time to time.
- >And knowing is half the battle.
- >The rest involved you sneaking around.
- >You also caught wind of the pony you attacked back in the bakery.
- >She wouldn’t stop talking about it.
- >She practically hopped around town, inviting every able-bodied ponies to a party.
- >Which presented the perfect opportunity for you.
- >You took the time with your takings, but only taking just so little so they wouldn’t be bothered too much.
- >Gotta have the supply continuously coming in, after all.
- >Your ‘raids’ happened once a month, you did not want to attract too much attention.
- >You made sure to take different types of objects from the same house, careul not to arouse any more attention.
- >Other than that, it was a good life.
- >It was like owning a summer home.
- >Your home was undisturbed, not by the ponies, or the local fauna.
- >You once spotted a gigantic animal feasting on your caught deer.
- >It had the body of a lion, and the rest seemed like a fabrication of all the dangerous animals.
- >It’s scorpion sting swayed side to side, as it happily feasted.
- >You slowly stepped away, not wanting to startle the humongous creature.
- >To be honest, you were making too much noise than usual.
- >You trip on the damp ground and slump to your bottom, rustling more than a few foliage in a fit of panic.
- >The creature quickly got on its four legs, and turned to you.
- >You saw the bloodshot eyes of the creature, and its bloodied mouth.
- >It licked its teeth, and stared you down.
- >You slowly got up to your feet, and began to back-pedal.
- >It too, took steps, coming closer to you.
- >In a blink of an eye, the creature rushed towards you, slashing a wound on you left arm.
- >You gasp and clench your wound, and fall to your knees.
- >The creature turned around and reared for another attack.
- >This time, it rushed towards you, intending to strike you down.
- >Oddly enough, it stops half way, and simply growls at you.
- >You are bewildered by the sudden change in its aggression, as it begins to circle you.
- >It would seem it is trying to take a step at you, but it flinches and moves back.
- >Your mind begins to tick, as your heart races.
- >And then, you realize.
- >You have magic.
- >You put up your palm, poised to fire upon the creature.
- “Back!” You warn it, not noticing your glowing hand.
- >It doesn’t take note, and only tries to swing its long tail against you.
- >Too bad, then.
- >Your mind commands the magic to exit, mentally guiding the energy towards the animal.
- >There is a tingling sensation on your fingertips, before you see a clear, white energy ripping out of it.
- >It forms into a beam, and strikes the creature.
- >It roars out in pain, as the beam rips through its body.
- >The fur burns away, and you soon smell baked flesh.
- >The energy rips clean through the creature, and then to the forest.
- >It lit up the darkening night, giving you the full view of the damage you’ve done.
- >The creature simply… disappeared, leaving nothing but the charred ground.
- >The thick and musky smell of the forest wafts back to your nose.
- >It is a welcoming smell, something that provided you with comfort.
- >It meant you were far away from the prying eyes.
- >Far away from civilization…
- >Was that tree always in that angle?
- >Your vision begins to slant, and the world shakes uncontrollably.
- >You are on your knees once more, and you begin to shiver.
- >You slump back to your foot, still upright.
- >The world begins to spin wildly, as your head sways side-to-side.
- >Before everything blacks out, you see a figure approaching you, its cloak waving in the wind.
- >”Well well, what do we have here?”
- >”The one everyone avoids and fears?”
- >Light begins to fill your mind once more, still in a blur however.
- >An immediate headache explodes in your head, freezing you in place.
- >The light flickers on the brown wall, and the smell of herbs fill your nose.
- >You try to remember what happened before, fighting back the headache.
- >You force yourself up, turning to the side of the bed.
- >You try shaking your head to rid of the blurry sights, but it only heightens the pain on your head.
- >You are suddenly stopped by a figure, which holds you in place.
- >”You must rest my friend, and the pain will soon end.”
- >Did she just talk in rhyme?
- >You pick up the language; it is English- that’s for sure.
- >You also spot a thick accent- African?
- >It was an odd voice, practically radiating with foreign hints.
- >’She’ pushes you back down to the bed, and retreats.
- >After what felt like hours of blank staring, the pain begins to subside.
- >Your body slowly returns to life.
- >You can feel your fingers now, which you start to tick.
- >The strength in your spine returns, and you manage to lift yourself up again.
- >Turning to the side of the bed again, you look over the small room.
- >You rest your back on the wall behind you, taking note of the hard surface.
- >A quick glance around shows you quite an eccentric scene, the room adorned with large wooden masks, and various herbal components dressing almost every corner.
- >The thick smell permeating from the cauldron in the center of the room quickly dispels any other thoughts.
- >A steady column of steam rose from the liquid, spreading through the room.
- >”Ah, I see the poison’s gone away.”
- >Another of the ponies come into view.
- >But she looks… Different.
- >The usually colorful palette of fur coloring is replaced with simple stripes of black and white.
- >Your eyes then wandered to the earrings and the accessories she had on her.
- >She was definitely different, nothing like the ponies you have spied on in the town.
- >What was it called again?
- >Ponyville?
- >A stupidly descriptive name.
- >”Do you have something to say?”
- >You blink once.
- “I- Uhm- thanks.”
- >”It is no issue, but there is something I need to teach you.”
- “Teach me?”
- >”You bear an odd air around you, the animals feel it too.”
- >You straighten yourself, paying more attention.
- “Because I’m an outsider?”
- >She smiles, and lets out a small chuckle.
- >”Where I am born, you are the Soul-torn.”
- “A Soul-torn?”
- >”Indeed, ones who come to be without a soul.”
- >She makes her way towards the cauldron, looking down at the brew.
- >”And their gifts, are most foul.”
- “Gifts? What gifts?”
- >”Gifts, curses, it does not matter. You do not possess, what makes others better.”
- “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
- >”Magic. You do not have magic. It is very tragic.”
- >You pause at the word ‘magic’.
- “You’re not serious, are you? Magic?”
- >”Ah, you take on the words too old, one of the claims just too bold.”
- >You slowly get up.
- “Okay, before we start discussing gods, I better get going. Thanks for the help and all- I’ll be sure to send a gift basket your way.”
- >She has a sagely smile on her face, as she waves you off.
- >”Wait, I do believe you’d need this on your way.”
- >She points at the bundle by the door.
- >It looks like a large leaf curled into a pack, some vines strapping the sides.
- >”You’ll need it if you want to see another day.”
- >You can already pick up the thick, mixed smell of herbs.
- >Gently tucking it under an arm, you make your way out of the hut.
- >The night already descended on the forest, only having the moonlight to guide your path.
- >Stumbling away, you begin to make your journey towards home, wherever it was.
- >Zecora kept her eyes on you even as you left, until you are concealed by the Everfree.
- >”What an interesting life of an Anomaly.” She spoke to herself.
- >”What happens next, we’ll just wait and see.”
- >After that day, you thought you’d never see the odd creature again.
- >Your assumptions were proven false again, you actually met her more than once.
- >You ran into her as she picked her ingredients, and she ran into you as you went by your daily routine.
- >It was a welcome company, but the two of you kept a respectable distance.
- >You inquired her a name to call her, and she told you; ‘Zecora’.
- >Zecora was helpful for you to learn about the ins and outs of the forest, which plants to touch and which to avoid.
- >You picked up a few tricks from her as well, ranging from making a simple bandage, to preparing certain vegetables.
- >Oddly enough, the two of you never met by your respective dwellings, she never saw your home- and you never saw hers again.
- >You didn’t mind, maybe it was better this way.
- >And for once, things were looking up.
- >Your new home was comfortable, and you had food.
- >You stole less from the town; you only visited it for some blind company.
- >You talked less and less; you were accustomed to listening and waiting.
- >It rewarded you more, even if it felt a little lonely.
- >You had pets for a while, but your un-knowledge forced you to return them to their respective homes.
- >Perhaps it was better this way.
- >You wished the circumstances were same for you.
- >You couldn’t be a meter away from a unicorn without them complaining of headaches.
- >Their pain increased as they got near.
- >Naturally, you stayed away.
- >But, like you said before, you’d sometimes watch them to eliminate that dreadful sense of loneliness.
- >You kept a mental note on many of Ponyville’s citizens, mostly trivial.
- >Like how a rumor of Lyra having odd fantasies by the way she sat on the parkbench one day.
- >Aside from that, it was a fun activity.
- >You might even call it your hobby.
- >And other times, you pondered on Zeroca’s words.
- >A Soul-torn, what could it mean?
- >If she wasn’t so cryptic, you’d had some clear answer.
- >Something about not having magic?
- >But you’ve been hurling beams and blasts ever since you came here.
- >And the fact that you could suck out the life out of a ‘pony’.
- >You still weren’t used to that title.
- >They reminded you little about ponies back home.
- >But… you shouldn’t be thinking so much.
- >Ignorance is bliss, and you rather be a happy idiot in the forest.
- >There was something you noted, animals made distance as you passed by.
- >Maybe this has to do with being a Soul-torn?
- >Or the animals came to respect you in some manner?
- >Nah. Unlikely.
- >Didn’t mean your traps stopped yielding food for you.
- >The occasional game was a small victory for you more meat to survive.
- >But right now?
- >Belly full and immensely bored, you were adventuring again.
- >Taking some basic equipment with you, you wanted to visit the waterfall Zecora mentioned so many times.
- >You strolled casually, enjoying the silence of the forest.
- >And the fresh air.
- >Something you could never have in your previous life.
- >Maybe coming here was a good thing, you got better food.
- >A much healthier lifestyle.
- >Not strong and nugget like a model, but you could keep up your frame of body.
- >You wondered what you’d look like with large beefy arms.
- >Would take a cow to feed that, though…
- >You hear a rustle to your left, and you immediately focus on it.
- >All thoughts gone, you now watch and wait for whatever moved.
- >You saw a bush shake in a distance, and the rustling jumped to other plants.
- >Something was scampering fast-
- >And headed right at you.
- >You crouch to get a better look at the incoming animal.
- >You’re guessing a rabbit.
- >As if by cue, two long ears poke out.
- >The red eyes immediately land on you.
- >You back away gently, not making sudden movements to startle the creature.
- >It stares at you silently, watching you.
- >You finally settle a good two feet from the rabbit.
- >It’s left ear begins to twitch, and it suddenly peeks behind it.
- >You hear more movements, but this time it is much louder and clumsier.
- >The rabbit jerks into action, running away.
- >You quickly jump towards it, rapidly snatching it with your fingers.
- >It twists and turns in your grasp- squeaking with all its might.
- >And through its struggle, you notice a wound.
- >A nice long cut down its leg.
- >Calming it with a small piece of fruit and some petting, you set it on the ground.
- >If something was on its tail, you guessed it would have backed off by now.
- >Taking out a bandage, you set it on the rabbit’s leg, fastening it.
- “Shhh, it’s going to be alright.” You whisper.
- >You don’t even notice a pair of large eyes watching you.
- >As you made sure the bandage is secured, you notice more movements by a bush.
- >With a creeping feeling of being watched.
- “Is it yours?” You ask, hoping for an answer.
- >And that was the day you met Fluttershy.
- >Fluttershy was- by her namesake- very shy.
- >She seemed to share the sentiment of taking care of animals, even if it was spontaneous to you.
- >She took the rabbit by her hooves, and retreated.
- >She didn’t seem like trouble, and you’d be glad to have that company again.
- >Dropping the bunny on her couch, Fluttershy began to wonder.
- >Who was that in the forest?
- >She never saw its kind, nor anypony similar to it.
- >It seemed kind enough, helping out critters in the forest.
- >What did he call the bunny?
- >Angel?
- >Yes, that will do nicely.
- >Angel Bunny.
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