Doll Waifu

>The rousing of alertness came with the same force as a high speed train
>Meaning you had, once again, fallen asleep at your work bench
'God damn my fucking head'
>Was always a nice way of starting the day
>Just as much as peeling off a piece of parchment which's ink had been soiled because of your sweat
>A scan of the page proves just that
>Set off to the side to be dealt with later, you rise from your seat, the motion popping aching and stiff joints
>A way to show just old you were getting
"Thought of the day. Should I get an apprentice?"
'To make him do all this shit for me.'
>Was left unspoken
>The motion of your legs brings the worn creak of floor boards, as you make your way out of your workshop, avoiding tables, stacks of books, piles of boards and racks of tools, all just to reach the spiral stairs that ascended, bring you to ground level
>And your living quarters
>Up stairs, you turn about to shut and lock the air tight "door" that merges with the wall, looking no less than a natural part of it, before giving the book shelf adjacent to it, a hearty knock that sends it sliding in front of the already inconspicuous walling
'Lets see Celestia try to find my shop again.'
>Throwing off the bitter memory of your previous shop burning to the ground, you embrace the thought of food and warm drink
>To break your fast
>With food n shit
>God damn were you hungry
'I need to start remembering to eat'
>Is the thought that is entertained while you occupy the making of your morning meal
...
>The making of your meal is done and you're enjoying a modest breakfast
>As modest as what you can make in Canterlot at least
>To not waste time, you continue to draft the set of notes you were entertaining last night
>One of your clients and dare you say, friends, Lady Rarity of house Belle, had commissioned a Manikin
>Or Ponyikin
'Damn Po;'
>But had she wanted something simple, she wouldn't have came to you
>Your expertise lied else where
>Often enough, in ways that infuriated, baffled and amazed Twilight of house Sparkle
>And caught the ire of the Princesses
>Cept Cadence
>Thankfully
>Give a bitch a a pair of eerily accurate ebony metal and crystal roses for her wedding gift and she be all over yous
>Not only was it worth it being a boon that begrudgingly garnered the mutual friendship and benefit of the doubt from her husband, Shining Armor
>But it caused Twilight of house Sparkle to almost chase you down and gut you with her horn
>Something about impossible geometries in a gemstone and an impossible quantity of mythical metal
>You're sure there was also something about them also being indestructible
>But it was worth the pain
>Two lovers of such indomitable love and unshakable conviction for each other, deserved a matching gift
>You'd never tell Twilight, though, that their indestructibility came from their enchanted nature that matched their love for each other
>And if the Lover's words were true when you told them this, neither will they
>Hopefully
>Alas, It was always a pleasant experience to have two of some of the most politically powerful beings in Equestria, over for tea
>Especially when that usually came with an update on Princess Celestia's and Luna's current attempt at stripping you of all your worth, brain scrubbing you and throwing in their dungeons
>Alas, the rambling thoughts had to be directed at the task at hand
>Mostly because you were dozing off again, leaving your food and coffee to grow cold
>At what you were currently doing was designing a manikin unlike any other
>Quite possibly being something revolutionary
>Often enough, in ways that infuriated, baffled and amazed Twilight of house Sparkle
>And caught the ire of the Princesses
>Cept Cadence
>Thankfully
>Give a bitch an eerily accurate pair of roses, one made from ebony metal and the other from crystal, as a wedding gift and she be all over yous
>Not only was it worth it being a boon that begrudgingly garnered the mutual friendship and benefit of the doubt from her husband, Shining Armor
>But it caused Twilight of house Sparkle to almost chase you down and gut you with her horn
>Something about impossible geometries in a gemstone and an impossible quantity of mythical metal
>You're sure there was also something about them also being indestructible
>But it was worth the pain
>Two lovers of such indomitable love and unshakable conviction for each other, deserved a matching gift
>You'd never tell Twilight, though, that their indestructibility came from the enchanted nature of the roses, that matched the newlywed's love for each other
>And if the Lover's words were true when you told them this, neither will they
>Hopefully
>Alas, It was always a pleasant experience to have two of some of the most politically powerful beings in Equestria, over for tea
>Especially when that usually came with an update on Princess Celestia's and Luna's current attempt at stripping you of all your worth, brain scrubbing you and throwing in their dungeons
>Alas, the rambling thoughts had to be directed at the task at hand
>Mostly because you were dozing off again, leaving your food and coffee to grow cold
>At what you were currently doing was designing a manikin unlike any other
>Quite possibly being something revolutionary
>Simply because it would be the first Manikin that you could bend, move and shape without making use of soiling clay, hard and clockwork bronze cast gears or weak and stiff joints made from common hardwood wood
>And to your delight, could only be made from materials that you could only acquire from Ponyville
>And not so delightfully, meant having to dodge the Princess's attack dog for the length of a quarter moon
>AKA a week
'Damn ponies and their fucking moon spe;'
>Granted, the shell was ceramic which you could easily get from anywhere
>And while it was strong for its weight, it wasn't the most ideal material when paired with your special gem stone alloy, especially if you were to get your materials in Canterlot
>But at the very least, Lady Rarity gave you an excuse to leave Canterlot
>A good enough reason to ask for next to nothing, for your services
>Enough to cover the train ticket and your room and board for the duration of your stay, as you'd be harvesting the raw materials yourself
>Of course, with the help of your shared assistant
>Regardless, you made enough as it was from the supposed "Royal" Families
>So you didn't lose sleep at night from the obscene prices you set with your commissions
>But ironically enough, were they not so high, it would almost guarantee that your steady income of commissions would taper, due to the "Anonymous" branding becoming that much less ostentatious
>They wanted a brand they could use to prove their wealth, like those who are disgustingly rich, tended to do
>So who were you to deny them this?
>Even if all you were making was nicks and knacks, watches, dolls, clocks and everything in between
>The fact that it was an "Anonymous Original" meant that they'd pay whatever you'd ask
>So if it let you help those that deserved it, like Lady Rarity, then so be it
>And if it let you do what you were currently planing to do when you finished adapting the principles behind manikin
>Then all the better
>First and foremost, you wished to help the Equestrians
>Second and more of a perk than anything was once again, twisting the fears of the Celestial Diarchs against them, letting them cut and spear themselves upon their own traps that they laid, that were centuries deep and true
>Let them experience many a more of sleepless nights, making them wonder if your newest invention would sooner bring the end of their country
>It was a mercy to save their country from the weight of an unwitting millennial long soft tyranny
>And maybe, when you've finally passed, the momentum you'd have spend a life building, will be enough to give them the awakening they need
>You sate the after taste of your breakfast with what remains of your coffee, collecting the dishes and placing them in the sink so they may be cleaned before you leave
'As much as I disagree with them, a caring, overbearing mother who can't learn to accept her child growing up, but who will be there for all her grandchildren after once she learns, is far more preferential from what my people had to offer.'
>...
>Your disposable notes were collected and bound
>What gear you couldn't take with you on the train had been collected, brought on board and tagged
>A weeks worth of ensembles, fitting of the Ponyville lifestyle, were packed
>Couldn't find your toothbrush though, it almost would have been perfect
>The Conductor had accepted your ticket with no abnormal amount of fear nor pleasantries
>Considering the destination, regular visitation and boarding of said train, of course
>...
>The train ride passes briefly from pouring over the notes you had brought and those you had committed to memory, from the sanctity of a private cabin
>If Sparkle wished to sneak a hold of your notes, and thus, a brief glance into just what you were making, at best, she'd be getting a user's manual at best
>...
>As you had in the morning, you wake up with a start
>This time it had been from the grinding wheels of a train, shaking you awake
>You wipe the sleep from the corner's of your eyes and pack away your notes inside your duffel bag
>Thanks to your private cabin, you're able to get off unmolested and out into the station
>"Yoo-hoo! Anonymous!"
'Lets try that again'
>The sedate clop of hooves, paired with their call, tells you that even in Ponyville, you will still have a bit of Canterlot around
>"Anonymous dear, I am so happy to see you."
>Lady Rarity beams
>You catch the sight of her picking her way through the crowds, giving enough time for you to bend your tired back into a proper bow
"And I to you, my fair Lady Rarity."
>You retort when she is in speaking distance
>She gives a snort
>"Anonymous, you know well as I that you don't think of me a lady in the slightest. I'd prefer you to refer to me by your proper title for me."
>She finishes quite haughtily
>With an exaggerated sigh, you reword your greeting
"Yes, of course. How could I be so foolish to mistake the nagging broad for anything else."
>Your tie is given a yank to ground level, pulling you with it
>And with this motion, comes a tight hug around your neck and the smell of lavender and jasmine
>"Yes, I'm your nagging broad. I'll always be there, even when I don't have to keep nagging you until you remember this,"
>The slight pain painted in Rarity's voice is unneeded
>For you to pull her in just a tight of an embrace, anyway
"I missed you too, Rares."
>There is a pleasant moment shared between the two of you
>"Anonymous."
>Is grunted, ruining the moment as Rarity pushes herself away, flustered
>Without a misstep, you rise to full height
>Rarity stands off to the side, madly blushing, looking at the far more interesting clouds
>A glance to the origin of the voice proves to be much more interesting
"Spike of Clan Sparkle."
>You state, giving a bow
>Twas best to not offend a dragon
>"A pleasure as always." he responds in kind, giving you a pat on the back
>Neither one who stood at your chest
>Something else that you had figured out before Twilight of House Sparkle
>How Dragons grow and just how that's connected to their innate magic and their supposed "greed"
>While Spike's legal Guardian thought it best to spy and possibly endanger both their lives and his by soiling his honor and imposing upon breeding grounds, you decided to be smart about it
>By walking up to the edge of the crater, getting on your hands and knees and waiting until one of the Elders came and gave you permission to enter
>And with it, came a lesson in many aspects of Dragon culture and anatomy, the later quite intimately
>You shove the nostalgia aside and admire the fine creature who too was embracing you in a hold just as warm as Rarity's
>Having the blessing to and following through with the teachings of an Un-sired will do just that
"I see my teachings held true, Spike."
>He lets go of the embrace, still keeping an arm around your shoulder
'He grew'
>"They did, my friend. You know who I thank when I am reminded of this."
'In more than just height.'
"And how goes your hoard?"
>Spike gives Rarity a figurative glance, which seems to only cause the clouds Rarity's watching, all the more interesting
>"I'd say it's aged well."
>You give Spike a hearty pat on the back
>"I don't mean to intrude, but Anonymous?..."
>Rarity questions, pausing to organize her thoughts
>"But wouldn't it be best if we were to return to my shop?
 >"After all, all three of us here know that our mutual... Friend, has... Twilight has probably already noticed that you're in Town and is no doubt preparing for your arrival."
>The thought of pretending to think, is pondered
>Having no need for it, its given for loss
"I'd rather not. Spike, if you're not obligated and spoken for, for the rest of the eve, I'd greatly appreciate your assistance. I am actually in need of a guide and guardian of measure, and thus, I can think of none better."
'It also makes for the finest escape for Twilight, too stuck in the idea that his loyalties lie solely in her and thus, would tell her of my arrival upon first sight'
>Without hesitation, Spike grabs your bag of tools, slinging them over his back, leaving you to grab your duffel bag
>"Will I see you tonight, Rarity." Spike asks, a slight smirk on his voice
>To your amusement, causes Rarity to return a slight blush
"For dinner, if you'd join us, Spike. We still have business to discuss in person concerning Rarity's commission. But alas, that is business for the night and thus, we must take our leave. My dear."
>You finish with another bow and flourish of your coat, leaving Spike to follow in your steps
>...
"Stupid fucking piece of god damned shit fu..."
>You weren't happy
>Your current method for gemstone dousing being the source of your infinite frustration
>Whilst Spike had been more than amused to follow, frothing madness, time wasn't of the essence
>And thus, made it all seem like you had been searching for longer than you had been
>"Look, Anonymous, I understand that you'd rather not have Rarity do half of the work needed for her gift."
>Though clenched teeth you seethe
"Its a gift, Spike. Its also the Gemstones that shall replenish my stock for the next year or so, even in the abundance of my future projects that shall require the insane abundance of Gem. I wouldn't ask Rarity to work for my own gain."
>"Then when are you doing this for her?"
>His question gives you pause
>The split infinity of divulging the truth or painting it in a lie
"Because she's a friend Spike. I help my friends, no matter what."
>A pregnant silence is filled between the space of your own silence and the click of Spike's talons
>A sign that he is accepting of your answer
>But the desire for him to push it further, lingers yet
>...
>The rest of the harvest is done in silence
>Spike remaining neutral in behavior and tone
>Unfortunately being so unreadable, you're far from able to imagine any possible thoughts going through his mind
>The trip back into town is as the same
>Dusted and beaten, Spike though, looking far better, takes you to Rarity's Boutique
>The alabaster paint still seemingly glows, even in the light of the setting sun
>Spike ignores to knock, choosing to walk in and take your duffel bag you'd carried for the duration of the trip, off your shoulder, heading to the room you'd reside in for the rest of your week
>In relative and polite silence, leaving you at the doorway
>"I take it you're back from your trip, Anonymous?" comes Lady Rarity's voice from deep within the store, the clop of her hooves on the wood flooring seemingly echoing
>She joins you to see you waiting
"I apologize but I had figured you wouldn't want me tracking dirt everywhere."
>She takes notice of this and her content smile gives way to distaste
>"Just be sure to take off your shoes Deary. Spike was taking your tools to his basement shop. I'm sure he dropped off your bag in your room first so feel free to clean yourself in the guest bathroom before we leave for tonight."
>As she speaks, you do just that, taking off your boots and hanging your coat on a nearby hanger
>"And Anonymous."
>She says, catching your full attention
>"I don't have to remind you to wear something nice, now do I?"
>You grunt in confirmation, not entirely feeling the need for conversation
>"After all, Pinkie asked to join us tonight."
>...
>Cleansed of a days work, intermediate check for any pulled wounds followed upon being clothed, you're lightly dozing in one of Rarity's sofa's
>As of the past quarter sleep cycle, though, you've had a visitor
'Seems what ever is eating Spike, has yet to finish its course. He will speak when he is ready.'
>...
>A light prod of hardened hoof catches you off guard
'How did I fail to catch that? I feel into a deeper sleep. Look into this.'
>One eye cracks open to Rarity's troubled visage hovering over to examine your face
>"Anonymous, dear. Are you well? I had been calling you from upstairs for the past five minutes or so, I've been getting ready for our evening since you've arrived and Spike had to return home after he took care of your things."
'...'
"My apologizes. My work has left my life in an estranged sense of normality as of late. Sleep is seemingly a luxury that needs to be indulged whenever possible."
>You say, avoiding the thought that was immediately partitioned away after Rarity had spoke
>An alabaster hoof is pressed to your forehead
>"Anonymous, you know we don't have to go somewhere for tonight. I'd be more than happy to host dinner with you, Pinkie and Spike if your health is questionable."
>Gingerly taking hold of the hoof, it is brought to your chest
"My lady Rarity, you would do me the utmost favor of doing me the pleasure of serving you tonight,"
>The charm that pours from your honeyed words would crystallize to amber within the hour
>"I see... If you're able pull sarcasm as terrible as that, then the status quo must, more or less, being met."
>She deadpans, eyes more disappointed than blustered
>Unfortunately, it seems Rarity has acquired an immunity to your best
>"And trying to spur a rise out of me with a non sequitor does not mean I will forget my first line of questioning."
>Finding it better to bite the tongue and load the bullet, you shift in your seat, giving Rarity room to move
>She's reluctant, purposely moving slowly to help assist you in your rise
>The unintentional grunts of pain from your poor posture from the past unmeasured length of time seemingly show as what she was looking for
>She seems to bite her tongue when you grab your evening walking stick
>To many, nothing more than a fashion accessory
>But to find yourself outdoors at night in Canterlot, even under the guard of the Moon, was ill advised for those who were not of affluent Arcane
>More so for those who found themselves lacking in the eyes of her Celestial sister
>Twas not needed but was a matter of feeling naked in a more traditional rather than literal sense
>Rarity, to much of your relief, does not pick up on this or is inclined to accept it as is
>She takes the lead, accepting of a more sedate pace, leading you out of the boutique with a simple switch of the gas lamps and into the consuming twilight
>...
>The trip to your evening bistro is made pleasant by small talk, explanations and in being brought to speed for the night's conversing
>Spike had left upon your arrival, having left for his shared home with Lady Twilight so he may ready himself for later and escort Pinkie, easing what questions she had so you wouldn't feel overwhelmed upon her arrival
>Much as you loved Pinkie and envied her boundless energy, she was easily overwhelming, but she had apparently been learning that slowing down meant that she could be more precise in bringing enjoyment to people and ponies alike
>A brief mention is also had of your various other friends in town, a refresher greatly appreciated
'Then who...'
>...
>"NONI!"
'Step to the side. Step to the side! STEP TO THE SIDE GOD DAMN IT!'
>The unwarranted invasion of personal space is in an conflicted embrace
>Being unknowingly touched was a pet peeve that set nerves on edge
>Contrary...
>"YOU CAME BACK!"
>It was nice to be missed
>The sudden.... Glomp is followed by a grunt of pain
>As well as a number of steps taken to backpedal and take to a knee
>Your walking stick being kicked off to the side, taking away a portion of your stability
>Unremarkable for the likes of Pinkamena, she holds steadfast
>Quite literally
>"NONI I MISSED, MISSED, MISSED, MISSED..."
'My eyes have lied to me or Pinkamena's has taken a tone of age,,, No, her entire coat has grayed.'
"MISSED, MISSED, MISSED..."
>Something begins to soak your coat
>Just tears hopefully
>The slight of throbbing and pain is merely from Pinkamena from tackling you unexpectedly
>The sound of Pinkie's begging, becoming to much of a nuance of the one you care, you pull her head deep into your chest, effectively silencing her
>Something she's rather smitten with given her sudden inhale of your scent
>"You smell good Noni..."
>She mumbles, her tone a key lower, almost seductive
>According to her, you always smelled good
>Creepy but like most things, useful
>The propitiate petting of yours is accepted
'Better this than to find her actually acting upon those desires in earnest
>Rarity observes from a distance, acting upon no effort to earnestly hide the mirth of hers behind her concealing hoof
>Spike openly shows a smile, bitter sweet as it is
>He catches your eyes and for a slight, a nod is given
>...
>Pinkamena's temperament is appeased long enough for the four of you to seat yourselves and stumble through the meal
>No small amount of talk is exchanged
>Present coming to a head
>...
>"Now, Anonymous, shall we discuss what we decided was the excuse to gather here tonight?'
>Rarity poses
>Your voracious appetite gave way to a early wine sampling
>Meaning you had boundless opportune to process
"Lets. As you saw, Spike and I, numerous set backs aside, have come into possession of ample quantities of the gemstone needed for your Manikin."
>A shared taste of wine and sip of juice from Pinkie, is taken in the moment
"What is left is the ceramic and raw iron. As you had said per an agreement of your commission, you had claimed to be of knowledge concerning such large quantities of iron?"
>A deep breath is taken by Rarity, a thought of almost nostalgia, given the look in her eye, is vehemently shaken
>"Yes... Yes I am. Though I am the element of Generosity, I know when something can be better served..."
>"Down south east of the town, on the opposite end of where Spike took you to harvest your gemstones, near the same place I work, there is an abandoned Diamond Dog outpost. It was stripped of gem and iron well before you came. If I remember well, since I was down there myself, there is miles of iron cart track, metal carts and mining implements that had been left after a certain... Incident."
>Spike takes to avoiding your gaze, knowing you were aware of Lady Rarity's first encounter with the Diamond Hounds
"I wasn't aware it had been abandoned. Are you sure?"
>A poorly disguised grimace is had upon Rarity
>"Quite so... But as I said, there should be ample quantities of Iron for your use and discretion. I believe it would be wise to take Spike along as well."
"Oh?"
>A sip of wine is taken by your conversation partner, to collect the words of what is to be said
>"Yes. Spike will make an excellent deterrent should you run into a scout and he would do well in melting the iron you collect into ingots."
>She takes a pause, a steady tap upon her chin
>"I believe you referred to it as sand casting? Yes. With Spike and the area hopefully being completely abandoned, you two would be able to collect the iron you need, process it into a more usable form and take it into your gemsteel."
>Not that, that's what you were already planning.
>"Hey Nonny?"
>The questioning of Pinkamena is a remembrance that she's currently sitting with you. All too quietly
>"What are you going to make with the rest of your super secret super duper special baffle Twilight™ stuff?"
>Though you're focused upon the sight of Pinkamena, you're able to hear Spike stiffen in his seat
'Their connection to Luna's dreamscape puts them in danger. Their proximity to Twilight, Celestia and Luna, a liability.'
>The smile you pull is no facsimile
>Not for maters of those who were as innocent as the Bearers
>One partially withstanding
"Pinkie, I promise you that the first one I shall show its wonder to, will be you when its success comes to pass."
>Her cardiac arresting giggle makes your pleasure all the more bitter
>"Oh Nonny, you don't have to worry about Celestia, silly!"
'Excuse...'
>The distance is crossed by Pinkamena, to grant her the proximity needed for an all consuming hug, her sitting on your lap
>"We can keep a secret. Just because we're friends with Twilight doesn't mean we'd forget ourselves or somepony else.
>A whisper in your ear
>"Besides, I know why you're carrying a walking stick. I'm sorry Anonymous. I couldn't help you."
>Her head is slowly pushed into your chest as her mane slowly mutes
'I think a nap w;'
>...
>"...Dar...worse than I..."
>...
>"...out Twilig,,,"
>...
>"Oh dear..."
>...
>Pain
>Fire
>All consuming fire
>Veins
>Arteries
>Muscle tissue
>Brain
>Silenced
>Words
>Unspoken
'Get up'
>Something pushes you back down
'Get up'
>The pressure on your chest grows ten fold
>And again it grows
'Get up'
>Air forced. Lungs expand. The dial is focused and turned over once again
>...
>Warmth
>...
>A steady beat
>...
>Not just mine
>A searing blindness is come to be known
>Eyes burn and light hums in step of the heart's beat
>Second only to the feeling of heart beats not your own
>The pressure on your chest is back
>Or had been restored
>A hooded glance shows Pinka... Pinkie and Rarity sleeping on your chest
>Your unclothed chest
>A fear stabs at the brain
>The body barely assumes the tightening of the grip
>Of what's holding your hand
>It returns in kind a squeeze of its own, far more delicate than what you were able
>"Welcome back, Anon."
>A slightly deeper voiced Spike, says
>The clarity is a boon as effort to pull a single chuckle is surmounted
>A slight vibration being enough to stir awake your two sleeping mates
"Even after all I've done? All I will do?..."
>Its all but a whisper
"I'm just happy I can still come home."
>"Lucky you"
>Had you passed out a second later, you'd had heard Pinkie's words
>...
>It has been a month since your "incident"
>As the locals had dubbed it
>A coping mechanism to distance themselves
>Reasonable considering the state you were in
>Reasonable considering the state the town was in
>Ponyville knew you quite well
>Having lived here for many years before circumstance forced your hand into taking residence in Canterlot
>Known as a friendly monster
>A wolf guarding the sheep
>Without master
>But bound by a red ribbon stronger than any steel that could ever be forged
>Called love
>For them, for many to see their enemy, their fear, their guardian, their friend, the one who walked to the heart of the Everfree, and understood with kind indifference
>It was chaos
>Chaos to see
>To hear
>And feel the pain of something to terribly threatening, on the ground
>Without a pulse
>...
>"EVERYPONY GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
>It had been such a nice evening
>"Nonny, wake up!"
>You were the calm in the storm
>"Rarity! Whats going... Oh dear Celestia."
>No, a tempest trapped in a hurricane is calm by comparison
>Your ear is planted to his chest
'Nothing'
>Another cycle is repeated
>"Spike, I need to see him!"
>"PINKIE. Get to the hospital. NOW. What ever it takes, make sure they're ready to receive Anon."
>The sight of Spike would have been alarming to most ponies. From a calm and centered drake into a beast that burned with fear...
>"Okay Rarity. I think I know whats wrong with him. Its faint but I can still bring him back. I need you to trust me on this."
>A violet glow fills your peripheral
>Unnoticed due to your all consuming efforts taking what concentration you had
>Your hooves burn
>The callus absorbs some of the pain but the sensation leaves your nerves raw
>Another check for his heart beat, the glow suddenly being cut off
>"SPIKE! I need you to get him to the hospital. I can't teleport him because it will undue everything I just did. Your arcane insulation can prevent him from taking any more mana into his body."
>A large clawed hand gently pushes you back, and with greater trepidation and care, gingerly pulls Anonymous from where you were trying to bring him back
'Why must these sort of things always happen to us?'
>The thundering push of wind from Spike washes away your fear
>And the echos of his steps mute out your cries of pain
'A lady must never cry in public'
>Had Anybody else saw the crowd
>Of what happened
>They'd find that Lady Rarity wasn't the only one with fear in her eyes
>Even those of dissenting opinions of the human
>For what force could bring the Human so low to death's doorstep?
>And what would happen if it should come after them?
>...
>Mana poisoning
>A rare condition rarely diagnosed
>Rarely treated
>A passive condition that slowly grew as the patient's body as the hindrance of processing magic became greater and greater
>Till the body shut down
>In your such case, the cause was your work with gemstones
>Years upon years of working with what was in a practical sense, Arcane batteries, had left your body more able to taking in mana
>But incredibly unable to expel
>And thus, why your body had shut down
>Having enough magic in your body to even startle Twilight of House Sparkle...
>The human body could only take so much
>When it had wounds it couldn't heal without great difficulty, either
>And given Magic's nature to react with strong emotions
>It had to go somewhere
>To do something
>...
>The wake of your awakening came and made its peace gracefully
>Spike had grown slightly, though as was described, he was considerably larger upon arriving at the hospital, carrying your barely breathing form
>He never left you out of his sight either
>Even demanding to return with you to Canterlot
>He never once believed your attempts to deny him this
>Rarity... Rarity you owed more than you could give
>Having suffered mana burns in her attempts to resuscitate you
>Pinkie...
>Time had healed both of their wounds but left its scars
>The pain you saw in their eyes, the sense of having failed you...
>It wounded deeper than the physical scars that you had been graced with
>As for Twilight
>Her action, her pulling as much of the mana burning inside of you into your own body had earned herself an answer
>If she learned from it, she'd also gain your trust in time
>She had much to learn however, and many friends who were willing to help her grow up
>But it hadn't just been those four who had been worried
>Visitors ranging from the town's ever delightful Ditzy and her child, Dinky, to the girl's and your mutual friends, Lady Fluttershy and Lady Rainbow Dash
>And with these small visits, came peace
>Shattered only by the Celestial Diarch's attempts of "Visiting"
>Had they truly wished to make their peace, they'd had done so in the light of the day and presence of those they childishly tried to protect from you
>It had been Pinkie and Twilight who had put an end to their games
>Out of sight, out of mind was most likely the plan
>A shame that Pinkie, with Twilight's word of assurance, had taken them to the hospital's inner garden
>The one you had a clear view of
>The relief you felt upon seeing the Princesses accept your desire was second to only the anguish Twilight decried when Pinkie pulled her into your room, onto your lap and had taken to your joint task of easing the young Unicorn
>You'd never slept better than you had upon that night
>...