“I’ll have you know, if you open that door, you’ll likely not leave with your head attached,” Warden said, not looking up from the magazine he had open between his forelegs. He was laying on a couch outside of the door to their private chambers.
Spectre paused, hoof lifted to knock on the door, before he lowered it, frowning slightly. He adjusted his glasses, sniffing once. “Why is that?”
“Kuno just spent the better part of two hours tending to the registration of the changelings. She’s barely slept the last few days. It’s taking its toll on her. Can I pass along a message?” Warden asked, closing the magazine.
“Tell her that I have cross-referenced alibis with various changelings, and those without any conflicting stories will be able to come and go from the compound as they please, provided they have their identifier on.”
“She’ll be happy to hear that,” Warden responded, resting his chin on crossed forehooves.
“You were close to her, yes?” Spectre asked simply.
Warden nodded, giving a soft sigh. “I had… have a child with her.”
“The foal does not live with you?”
Warden shook his head sadly.
“His only remaining parent?” Spectre pressed.
“He lives with his father-in-law… Stepfather? That’s probably the word I’m looking for. He thinks that he’s his real father,” Warden admitted, scratching at his forehoof with the opposite.
“Indeed. Would you say that the victim was a strong tether for your affections?” Spectre continued.
Warden’s gaze lifted, and he gave the batpony a long, hard stare. “Don’t even go there.”
“It is my job to assess all possible outcomes,” Spectre said calmly.
“Consider the outcome of me beating you senseless,” Warden said flatly.
“Are you prepared for the very real possibility that it was a changeling that did this?”
Warden nodded silently.
“And you understand that it might not be the first?” Spectre pressed.
“The possibility did not escape me,” Warden stated flatly, lifting his wing to reveal the hilt of a dagger tucked close against his side. “I’ve given it a lot of thought in the last few hours.”
Spectre nodded once. “I can only hope that Kuno is so reasonable.”
“I don’t know what she thinks. But I know that she will handle it if it comes down to it,” Warden stated bluntly. “She’ll handle it herself if need be.”
“I am sure that she will,” Spectre said with a respectful. “If you would please deliver my message to Queen Kuno, then that would please me. The list of changelings and ponies with alibis will be in the folder on the back of my door, when she awakens.”
Warden nodded stiffly.
Spectre turned, and then paused, looking back over his shoulder. “I know that it is none of my business, but… There are many craftsponies currently held as a captive audience at your estate. It would perhaps be more meaningful if the casket were to be fashioned specifically for her and not chosen from a magazine. Adieu.”
Warden stared after the batpony as he left, and then crossed his hooves. He closed his eyes and turned his head, so that soft tears wouldn’t land on the cover of the casket brochure.
“Why aren’t you at your appointment?” Kuno asked sternly, nudging Warden awake.
Warden gave a groggy sound, blinking slowly up at his wife. “I fell asleep.”
“I can see that,” Kuno said, picking up the cup of stale, cold coffee at Warden’s side and placing it on the table where it wouldn’t be knocked over. “You have an appointment with the doctor.”
“Appointment?” Warden asked blankly.
“Yes, your appointment,” Kuno said, nudging him firmly with a hoof. “I scheduled you one, during all that chaos.”
“For my things… because I can feel things again,” Warden said quietly, frowning to himself, looking down at his hooves. “How… how am I supposed to go talk to a doctor at a time like this?”
“It’s easy,” Kuno said, lifting a hoof to point towards the door. “Walk out that door, go down the drive, down the road, get to Canterlot, wait in a waiting room, get some tests done. I’d prefer you not be in crippling pain again.”
“I’m already going to be in crippling pain. The moment they take the aurora away I’m going to be a wreck,” Warden said, lips pursed. “I feel like I’m at a zone right now where the amount I’m taking is perfect to get rid of the pain but not enough to remove all sensations entirely.”
“And in a week or so when it stops being like that, you’re going to wish you went to the doctor right now,” Kuno said with a shake of her head. “Don’t make me use my royal commands to force you to the doctors.”
“But how can I?” Warden asked plaintively. “Green Hoof’s killer could be lurking around here right now.”
“And if we find out who did it, I promise we won’t kill them until you get back. You can’t help with the investigation. All you can do is get on with your regular life and schedule and let the experts do their things.”
Warden grumbled darkly.
Kuno tutted, whacking his nose lightly with a hoof. “No backtalking, mister. Now, to the doctors. I have to talk with the craftsmen about the extensions to the west wing.”
“How can you be so… normal?” Warden asked plaintively.
Kuno frowned deeply, and then shrugged her shoulders helplessly. “Changelings don’t grieve like ponies do. We’re just… different. I am sad that Green Hoof is gone, but my changeling nature tells me that influencing my day-to-life unduly with musings about her passage would be a disservice to her memory.”
“That’s so… practical,” Warden said quietly, staring down at his hooves. “Where’s the anger? The pain?”
“Green Hoof was a good friend, and I will tear her killer’s limbs from their body. And I will enjoy it, immensely,” Kuno said, her eyes flashing. “But expending emotion before that point will merely frustrate me. And I have so many more things to focus on.”
“I understand,” Warden said hollowly. “I wish I could compartmentalize so easily.”
Kuno frowned deeply at her husband’s tone, and then grabbed his chin with both hooves, lifting his nose to give him a gentle kiss. “Just try to do normal things. Even if everything feels different now. Give the investigator time to turn up some more evidence.”
“Fine, fine,” Warden said with a faint sigh, wrapping a single hoof around Kuno’s neck and giving her a firm kiss, resting his nose against her own. “Don’t be expecting any good news when I get back.”
“I never do,” Kuno said cheerfully. “Do tell the doctor that we already had a gravestone picked out and everything, when he gives you the bad news.”
“The one that says ‘here lies Warden: Finally’?” Warden asked bluntly.
Kuno nodded. “From your birthdate to ‘about bloody time’.”
“You don’t actually know what year I was born, do you?” Warden asked after a moment’s thought.
Kuno shook her head. “I don’t know my own, either. Now hush. Doctor. Go.”
Warden gave a long-suffering sigh. “Fine, fine. The edgy investigator batpony said that some changelings can come and go, so long as they’ve got their bits and bobs on. The ones that have alibis. He has a list somewhere.”
“I know,” Kuno said, waving a hoof. “I have been awake at least half an hour now. Now, you. Shoo. Go!”
Warden nodded, heaving himself to his hooves and stretching lazily. “Fine, fine. The west wing needs to have a private bathhouse of some kind. Or stalls. Or something. We can’t have visitors over with your changelings fornicating with ponies all over the damn place.”
“Forniating rooms, got it,” Kuno said with a bright smile, before pushing her husband bodily towards the door with her hooves. “Go!”
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Warden was going to go crazy.
The sink in the corner was leaking, and a bucket had been placed underneath it to catch the water. And the steady drip, along with the ticking of the clock on the wall, was beginning to make him feel insane.
“Forty three,” the tired old nurse said, dinging her bell once.
Warden leapt to his hooves, and almost bolted from the waiting room and into the doctor’s office.
An older pony in a doctor’s coat and with a stethoscope around his neck turned to look at him as he entered.
Warden carefully sat himself in a seat, ruffling his wings self-consciously. “Hi doc.”
“Good day young colt,” the doctor said, chewing on a toothpick idly. “What seems to be the problem?” As he spoke, his horn lit, and a folder levitated its way over to his table, opening up to show Warden’s medical history.
The doctor’s face started to get more and more perturbed as he read further down.
“Aha. Yeah,” Warden said, rubbing at the back of his neck with a hoof. “I’ve been through the ringer a few times.”
“I’ll say,” the doctor said, frowning and perusing the file a little more closely. “What is this pertaining to?”
“Well, my uh… my acute magical poisoning?” Warden said, shifting uncomfortably. “I understand it’s excessively painful.”
“And you are being medicated with aurora. Is it losing its potency?” the doctor asked calmly.
Warden nodded. “I believe so. I can feel things again. No actual pain, but… things. I uhm… I,” he made a motion with his chin. “With my wife. I couldn’t do that if I was under aurora properly.”
“No, I suppose you could not,” the doctor said emotionlessly. “Yes, I do suppose the aurora is losing its effect. And yet you are already at the maximum allowed dosage. I assume your previous… ah, experiences with the drug,” the doctor said, squinting at the top of the report, “Have rendered it rather ineffective?”
“That’s what I’m thinking,” Warden said with a heavy.
“I am going to administer a rather primitive test,” the doctor said with a soft hum.
“Oh, and what would that b-”
Warden was cut off as the flyswatter swatted him right across the cheek with a very audible slap.
“...OW! Whatinthebuckwasthatfor?!” Warden cried, holding his cheek and squinting through one eye. “That hurt like hell!”
“The aurora is not affecting you at all,” the doctor said calmly, placing the flyswatter back on his desk.
“What?” Warden asked blankly, rubbing his cheek.
“Aurora works as a painkiller. It suppresses all sensations. Be they good, or bad. Your condition, acute magical poisoning, causes extreme pain within patients due to magical signals overwhelming your natural bodily signals. If you were to feel anything at all, it would be agony. The fact that you can differentiate pain at all tells me that the aurora, and the poisoning, is not the culprit here.”
“You got all that from whacking me over the face with a flyswatter?” Warden asked, growling under his breath.
“I admit, the flyswatter was not needed, but your reaction was quite priceless. In any case, we will need to run some tests,” the doctor said calmly. “The first of which will happen now. I also must take samples. Please enter the examination room and remove any vestments you may be wearing.”
“How very peculiar,” the doctor said calmly, staring at the black screen. “This is the third time this has happened.”
“Is something broken?” Warden asked with a long sigh, sitting awkwardly on an examination table with a lead bib draped over his midsection to somehow protect his future progeny from seeking rays of magic.
“Indeed. And it would appear to be you whom are broken,” the doctor responded.
Warden blinked once. “Okay, yes. I’m broken. But please be more specific. There’s a lot of broken things around me to be fixed.”
“Well, from what I can tell… you are no longer poisoned,” the doctor said calmly, stepping out from the little office where he had been developing the scans, and then making a motion towards Warden. “Please pick up the pillow.”
Warden arched an eyebrow, but did as told, picking up the pillow.
The doctor’s horn lit, and he frowned deeply, his expression turned thoughtful and then concentrated as he focused intensely. And then, he relaxed, and the glow at his horn faded. “It is as I surmised. Something is draining magic away from you.”
“Draining… magic away from me?” Warden asked blankly.
“There are devices that could do so. I believe your time in the royal guard would have exposed you to crystals that can be tuned to absorb magic.”
“Oh yeah, I’m glad I was unconscious when they dug the shards of those out of my ribs. But I’m not carrying one of those. And they only work on really powerful, offensive magic, anyway. If it worked on what I had, I would have been cured months ago.”
“Indeed,” the doctor said with a deep frown. “Whatever it is, is also absorbing the simple magic I was trying to use to lift the pillow from your hooves.”
Warden blinked once. “So I’m a magical battery now?”
“I do not know,” the doctor responded, his tone mildly alarmed. “And that bothers me. It is not often that I cannot pick an ailment. Tell me… did they get all pieces of the crystals?”
“They sure did,” Warden said with a wave of a hoof. “At least, they told me they did. Anyway, they were all overcharged and exploded. They couldn’t absorb any more magic.”
“No, no I guess not.” Frowning deeply, the doctor rubbed his chin with a hoof. “Have you come into contact with anything of a magical nature? Herbal remedies from sellers of ill-repute, such as powders, dust, or somesuch?”
“You think I took a unicorn-horn tonic?” Warden asked, aghast.
The doctor gave a helpless shrug. “It would not be unheard of.”
“No, no I haven’t,” Warden said firmly. “The only magical thing I come into contact with on a daily basis is my wife. Are you saying she might be doing this?”
The doctor waved a hoof. “Your wife is not here. She is not the source. Though… have you imbibed any of her… chitin?”
“You know she’s a changeling?” Warden asked with a tired smile.
“Everypony knows,” the doctor said bluntly. “Now, answer the question.”
“No, no I have not ‘imbibed’ any of her chitin. That would be a little bit weird,” Warden said, before frowning deeply and biting his bottom lip. “Hey doc… what would you expect it to feel like if I did eat some of her chitin by accident or something?”
“If it was absorbing magical energy, you would feel it as heat. And pain. Depending upon the location, and ultimately the proximity to major nerve clusters, it could be quite excruciating.”
“Can you… can you try to take the pillow from me?” Warden asked hesitantly.
The doctor’s horn lit up. “Certainly.”
Warden frowned even deeper. “Okay, stop.”
‘
The doctor’s magic faded, and he arched an eyebrow. “Is there something you wish to tell me?”
Warden bit his bottom lip, and lifted a hoof to trace the scar on his chest, just to the side of his foreleg. “I felt it… It tingled. Inside me.”
“You have found the source of the magical drain?” the doctor asked hopefully.
Warden nodded. “After the surgery… they told me they couldn’t get everything. Some of it was too close to my heart. They told me they’d have to wait for me to be healthier before they tried to extract it.”
“Extract what, exactly?”
Warden sighed faintly, rubbing the back of his neck. “A sliver of Chrysalis’ horn.”
Yay! New chapter! New medical condition! New drama!
Okay, before I say anything else:
Okay, with that out of the way, I enjoyed this update. Warden and Kuno are just as I remembered them, and this new info is really captivating! I can only imagine what crazy shit happens next.
6645230 You won't even be able to handle the crazy
And that kind of bothers me. Because it will be crazy and some people won't like it. At all. No matter how I spin it or pad it out.
But eh, it's my story, and I'm riding this train into the ground, baby! Might as well blow the whistle!
6632444 I told you it was soon.
Yeah, that would be just like her to be causing pain even six feet under.
The ending kind of reminded me of Iron Man and how he built his 'mini reactor' to keep the shards from entering his heart.
Also... YES, NEW CHAPTER!!!
DUN
DUN
DUN!!!!!!
Plot twist again. He has done it people!
Figures she wouldn't be done with him yet.
Enough with the twists! My poor neck can't take much more...
did the investigator investigate ALL the ponies..... just sayin
How is it possible that it updated!?
Geez, even in death Chrysalis continues to dish out the grief.
Wait, so does that mean Queen Chrysalis is alive!?!
Status quo? What's status quo? This story never leaves anything simple along long enough to create a semblance of status quo anymore. The only constant in this story is change.
That's hard to pull off in a good story, but I like how this story does it.
Commence read.
Well....that is interesting.
Time for an Iron Man suit?
Wonder how much of a sliver it is and how much it can absorb.
Man, you posted the last chapter so long ago, that I spent around 3 minutes trying to remember this fic, which is pretty bad since she's part of my favorite romance series.
Saga.
You get it.
But anyway it's nice to finally see a new chapter! Some fic are coming out of the grave this month...
I want this doctor to be my doctor.
the implications are staggering, including the fact that Chrysalis probably actually posthumously saved Warden. Without the horn there to absorb excess magic the magic poisoning would have probably killed him. this now leads to two possibilities: Chrysalis is alive and recovering because of spillover of the resurrection spell, or, the horn is going to develop into a little chestburster.
That said, good news! Warden is healthy! so you can proceed with surgery! Bad news is that it has to be an earth pony or pegasus surgeon cause magical manipulation just isn't going to work.
Nice plot twist.
6645238 AND YOU WERE RIGHT!
NEVER HAVE I BEEN SO HAPPY I WAS WRONG!
Iron Man reference. Also-
Fornicating. Don't usually do this sort of thing, but I saw this and thought I should point it out.
Keep up the good work. Deus tecum.
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Yeah, new Chapter^^
And New Drama
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6645226 hah, Chrysalis inadvertantly Cured Him of his prior ailments.
Hooray it updated! Great chapter.
So Chrysalis is still inadvertently harming and helping Warden despite being dead.
Wow, just when everything seems normal.
And what's up with this line?! It made me laugh for a full minute! The fact that he said it in a calm voice has something to do with it.
I think you guys can imagine the heart attack I had when I saw this updated.
Perhaps one of (if not the) best story I ever found on this site lives on like Warden.
A NEW CHAPTER!?!
Anonymous Pegasus!!! when will the next one come??
I even made a new section in my library for all of the volumes!!
6646867 Would you panic if I said the first thousand words were already written?
Whats up with villians horns and breaking? First sombra's horn flies off in a magical blast of 'get the eff off my lawn' now chrissy's broke in warden's chest.
So... this horn sliver. Are we talking magic cancer? Is it going to slowly dissolve into Warden's bones and corrupt them too as this draining effect grows progressively? Instead of needing emotions to live, he'll turn into a magic leech. Kuno will need to zap him, and Warden will have to love all over Kuno. (It all sounds very Zen)
Wouldn't it be a laugh if the sliver of Chrysalis' horn dissolves and regrows out Warden's head turning him into a pegacorn? Oh, the drama never ends for Warden! Not a true alicorn at all and having to deal with being a 'freak' and everypony whispering behind his back.
At least he's no longer addicted to the Aurora and the magic poisoning is gone? (Gotta look on the bright side of life)
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Warden, if life seems jolly rotten, there's something you've forgotten. And that's too laugh and smile and dance and sing
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I like this doctor. He reminds me of House
I just finished reading the first update in half a year, and now there's another?
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His name must be Doctor Horse.
(The "Doctor" being his first name, not the title, much like Mayor Mare. He is properly addressed as Dr. Doctor Horse. )
I'm nucleeeeeeear, I'm wiiiiiiiild.
I had an idea to reference Iron Man but I doubt it will hold up to everyone else's
I still hate you for making Green Hoof the victim!!! ak-hdl.buzzfed.com/static/2013-11/enhanced/webdr07/8/16/anigif_enhanced-buzz-7077-1383947949-5.gif i.imgur.com/IeRCe.jpg?1
IT'S BACK! YEESSSSS!!!!!!
Hooray!! So happy to see new chapters. You have some minor errors, though:
"scratching at his forehoof with the opposite [hoof?]"
"Spectre said with a respectful [nod?]."
“I’ve been through the ringer a few times.” - should be "wringer"
"Warden said with a heavy [sigh?]."
"...the aurora, and [not] the poisoning, is not the culprit here.”
"..protect his future progeny from seeking rays of magic." - seeing rather than seeking?
"And it would appear to be you whom are broken" - should be "...you who is broken." There is only one Warden!
Cheers,
Xanni
Oh, i forgot that happened.....
Fornicating rooms.
Um, could I get a reminder here?
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Chryssi stabbed him in the chest with her horn. If I recall correctly, it was at that point Kuno killed a bitch.
So horny! I have nothing relevant to say!
A heavy what?
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Him and Sasha are there for him dude.
You know what to do. Building your self an Armor and become the iron pony
Okay, so I have a few theories. #1; the murderer is actually swarm (like, little swarm.) I'm probably wrong, but I just get that gut feeling. #2; chrysalis is going to regenerate. Or is still alive. Or something. I don't know, but I get the feeling we aren't done with ol Chrissy yet.
So what was with the whole, "You're his dad." speech back in the previous story with Stunning Facet?
The real victim is Mint Green and Stunning Facet.
You had Green Hoof say to Warden, "He's your son FYI, but don't mess it up for us. I'm happy with Stunning Facet."
She should have just kept her mouth shut.
She then kisses him in an attempt to get him away from Kuno, despite saying she was happy with Stunning Facet, and that she didn't want Warden's marriage with Kuno "ruined", but proceeds to do that anyway.
Stunning Facet is basically just a cucked money bags husband and quite frankly, he's an idiot for not confronting Green Hoof and allowing her to work with Warden still. I don't miss Green Hoof and I don't have much respect for Warden.