The blue skies stretched beyond, while cheerful rays of light shined upon the lowly mortals below. Meanwhile, a disgruntled human back to the training grounds from what felt like a rather truncated lunch break. That disgruntled human was not me.
Psych! Anyway, lunch was a blessing because the mischievous phoenix had eaten part of my breakfast, and to make things worse, Clover Hall, where I was assigned for castle guard duty, happened to be right next to the flippin’ kitchen. It is the worst thing ever. I do not recommend it. Food is only great when you can eat it. And even worse than worst - Nothing happens. Well, excluding some pointed stares, snide comments, and the occasional urge to jumpscare racist passersby. They’ll accept me one day. And maybe by then, I’ll have accepted this place, too…. Feeling some gloom seep in my mood, I shook my head. Okay, okay, think of cute puppies. At the thought, one of the few entertaining memories of guard duty flickered through my mind, making me laugh a bit. It’s really weird to see a pony walk a Bichon Frise.
During lunch, everything was pretty much routine with the exception of Philomena choosing to stay on my shoulder while Celestia was there. She had very obviously feigned jealousy, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was actually a slight twinge of it. Heh. Unfortunately, I couldn’t gloat for too long since the horse cut her lunch short to attend to more pressing matters. And Philomena flew out after her. After the meal, I had quickly returned to my room to grab fifty bits to hopefully send to Rarity after city patrol duty. Apparently, her store is named Carousel Boutique, which was pretty normal compared to some store names back - Dang it. I shook the thought away.
Nearing the training grounds, I spotted Snow Gale waving me over. He was looking pretty excited about something, so I quickened my pace.
As soon as I was within hearing range, he spoke, “Hey, Daniel, get over here! You got some new stuff!”
I perked up at that. “What is it, Junior?”
“Just come check it out!” He whipped around and glancing over his shoulder, motioned me to follow with his wing.
Before me on a cart were some pieces of silver armor and some metal-toed, ebony boots that seemed like they were made out of leather. A stoic, orange Earth pony with her head held high and chest puffed out stood next to the cart. I briefly noted the two crossed hammers on her rear.
“Nice to meet you. I am Forge Striker. Are you the human?”
“I’m the only-” I sighed. “Yes, my name is Daniel. Nice meeting you, too. Is this stuff mine now?”
“No,” she deadpanned. “These boots are crafted for griffons.”
“Wait- Oh. Very funny,” I chuckled.
“I am glad you think so.”
Geez, this is the least expressive pony I’ve ever seen. At least she’s got a sense of humor.
“Are you the pony who made all of this?” I waved my hand over the cart.
“Yes. It was very fun,” she replied monotonously, “Try them on.”
“Alright, but I might need some help with the chest piece.” Those boots are freakin’ sick. I pulled off my worn sneakers and slipped on the boots. After tying the laces, I tested them. And immediately began running around and jumping in them with a possessed-like glee. “How did you ever make leather feel so comfortable?” Been too long since I’ve worn a pair of shoes that had the only two holes needed.
“Leather? This is not leather. It is specially prepared fabric. Also, there is an external layer. It provides support, waterproofing, and temperature regulation.”
“Well, it feels amazing! I’ll definitely be wearing these from now on.”
The pony stood even taller than before, but her face retained its impassivity. “Good. Put on the others.”
How do I put this on? I picked up the chest protector, which had the leather-like material for fasteners. Oh? It’s pretty light. On the front, there was just enough metal to reach the bottom of my ribs, making sure that my heart and lungs were well-protected while maintaining a weight with which I could still move effectively. The back was the same length but used the leathery material. I pulled the piece over my head and tightened the straps after fumbling around with the clasps.
Gale whistled. “You’re getting cooler by the minute. Of course, it still doesn’t compare to my armor!” He twisted around, showing off his armor that I’d already seen many times on every other guard pegasus here.
“It is well-maintained,” I admitted inwardly. Out loud, I asked, “The final pieces are arm guards, right?”
Dusk Fjord beat the armor pony to the reply. “They are, indeed, vambraces.” Gale rolled his eyes.
“Oh, wow. These vambraces are indubitably elegant,” I quipped, as I strapped both of them onto my arms. “So, how well does the metal protect me?” I raised my right arm, inspecting the guard.
“Test it,” replied Forge something, who then proceeded to grab the sharpened glaive off the cart and swung it at the arm. Maybe from training or from the sole wish to keep my limbs intact, I reacted quickly and avoided the blade. She stared at me.
“What? There’s safer ways to test it. Stop looking at me like that.”
Without warning, ice blades swung at my chest and arm. I flinched. Barely even saw that. The one responsible said, “It works superbly. I have enough jurisdiction over my ice to slice through boulders.”
Forge something set down the glaive, and I thought she would be disappointed. However, her face continued being less expressive than a freakin’ wall. Out of curiosity, I asked, “Is there a reason why your fa-” Fjord’s magic clamped my mouth shut. I shot a glare at her until I noticed Forge something’s entire body shivering violently. Still no emotions, but holy cow. Did something happen to her? Fjord released my jaw. “Thanks, Fjord. Anyway, as I was saying, is there a reason why -uh- why I’m getting this armor?”
Forge’s shudders lessened gradually. When they ceased, she replied as though nothing had happened, “Captain Armor commissioned your equipment last week. He wanted you to have protection for official responsibilities. There is still more in progress. It is full plate armor for important functions. Use your current gear and this glaive.” She lifted the weapon off the cart and pointed it in my direction, waiting patiently for me to receive it. “Captain Armor asked this to be made two days ago.”
Shin- No- Captain Armor, I was wrong about you. I glanced at the glaive. I had only practiced with one four days ago, and to my inexperienced eye, even I could tell that it was finely crafted. As I reached for it, Forge took a quick step forward and swung at my chest.
“Wah!?” I jumped back and peered down. There were no marks on the chestplate, and blood wasn’t leaking anywhere.
“Tested,” remarked Forge, who left the glaive in my outstretched hand. “I will go back now.” She turned around and began pushing the cart back to wherever.
“Thank you, Forge!” I called out.
“Forge Striker,” she reminded without looking back. Close enough!
As I shifted the glaive’s pole in my hands, testing the weight, Jack commented, “Well, would ya look at that. Ah haven’t seen her show that much feeling since seven -or was it eight- years ago.”
What feelings? “I see..”
Jack just grinned at my very reasonable skepticism.
“Anyway, I’m supposed to join you for city patrol, right? Would any of you happen to know what I do after that?”
“I can answer that,” answered Captain Armor, walking over and giving my gear a brief lookover. Everyone saluted. “At ease.” Everyone relaxed at once like a single organism. “Show me your stance,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir!”
I spread my feet, dropped my center of mass, and shifted my hands along the pole with the glaive’s blade slightly angled up. His horn glowed pink, and the aura engulfed my glaive. Nothing happened, and then there was a slight tug, making me fasten my grip. “Good. The glaive suits you, so I made an order for one. It is made with magic-resistive alloys, and there is an enchantment that makes it feel lighter. But since it has that resistance, you’ll need to renew the enchantment every two weeks instead of the usual month.”
Cool..No wonder it’s even lighter than the practice glaive despite being much longer. “Thank you, Captain Armor. How much was it, Sir?”
“Don’t worry about it. We issue a specific and suitable weapon for each guard since all skill sets have a place here.” After a short pause, he added, “You still have to practice with other weapons though.”
“Yes, Sir!” He seems nicer right now. Cause of lunch? The guy -Captain- actually chuckled. How good was that lunch?!
Captain Armor waved me down. “Alright, now back to your previous question. From 1300 to 1500 hours, you will be patrolling four blocks with Fjord, Knife, and Gale. They will explain the details, and it will be up to them how you decide to patrol.” I nodded to show I understood. That’s only two hours. As if Captain read my mind, he continued, “Normally, patrols are at least twice as long, but think of this as easing you in the routine.”
“Yes, Sir. What about after?”
“You have free time until 1600, when you will undergo more training until 1800. Then you are done for the day.”
“So six hours of training and around four and a half for actual duty,” I mentally calculated. Wonder what we’ll do for the training. Haven’t done one that late yet. And where the heck is Iron Will?
Captain was just staring at me. Huh? Right!
“Understood, Sir. Thank you for explaining. Also -er- I was just wondering where Iron Will is,” I finished lamely. My hands were fidgeting about behind me.
Captain Armor seemed somewhat reluctant to say anything and began slowly, “Will...has been considering...alternate career choices.”
“What?! Was I that bad?” I blurted. I can’t be that weak, right? I can do way more exercises now! I could probably lift Celestia, too! How much does she wei- No, that’s a dangerous line of thought.
“You are still below average compared to our guards,” Shining objectively stated, “But I have observed major improvements with your physique and technique. Don’t worry about it. Will gets like this sometimes.” On the periphery, I noticed Gale roll his eyes. Fjord gave him a quick nudge, which he returned with a prod from a wing. “Actually, Will told me the other day that you have been his most successful project yet.”
“Oh, alright, if you say so -” A project? Okay. Whatever. “- Sir.”
“One more thing before I leave you to your duty. After your day is over, reflect over what you have learned so far and write a report on that and how you are adjusting.” I tensed up at “report,” and noticing this, Captain added, “It’s informal, Daniel. You came to us completely green. I just want to know how you’re doing. I would offer to just talk but, well, with preparations for the Gala and..other events..I don’t have much time during work hours. And it doesn’t feel right to ask you to meet me outside of hours.”
He’s really really nice today. I could feel that nervousness building in my stomach, but there was something about his tone that felt..sincere. Releasing a quick breath and grinning, I replied, “Yes, Sir. Any other parameters for the report?”
“Just write. No length limits. Be honest. Oh, and, uh, do you mind if a third party read this as well?”
That’s a weird question. But it’s the Captain.. I waved my hands in a placating gesture and consented, “Not at all! Go ahead.” Maybe for Celestia or Luna to check out? Nah, they’re drowning in work.
“Good.” Captain Armor then shifted to a commanding tone, “Now, go execute your duty for the citizens!”
“Yes, Sir!” This time, my..team -We’re technically a team now, right?- joined in replying.
Alright. Got equipment now. God, this glaive is freakin’ neat. I gave myself a onceover and carried myself to the team. Jack had a lazy smile on, while Gale and Fjord were facing away from each other. Oookay. “Ready when you are,” I spoke cheerfully, trying to dispel whatever was going on with them.
“Splendid. Daniel, we are covering four blocks. Conventionally, a team of four guards patrol three blocks per pair -” She inquired, “You recall the double guard rule, correct?” I opened my mouth, but apparently, it was a rhetorical question. She continued her monologue, “- for four hours and meet every hour. However, in consideration of recent events to which I am certain you are privy from your other occupation, Captain Armor has increased the patrol density. Ergo, four guards -two blocks a pair.”
That sounds familiar.
Gale decided to chip in, “Come on! The Captain already told us everything soo many times during practice. Let’s go already! I’ll pair with Daniel. You can go with Knife.”
Fjord wrinkled her nose but quickly smoothed it out. “Gale, we still need to brief Daniel on the area we are guarding. Furthermore -”
Gale hovered to my left and hooked an arm -foreleg- around my shoulder. “Don’t worry, I can explain.” Gale then flew between Fjord, who backed up to avoid getting whacked by errant wings, and me. “Alright, so basically, Captain put us in the safest place in Canterlot - a residential area with elite, snobby-” Gale glanced at Fjord. “Oh, uh, no offense. But yeah, all those ponies. Which doesn’t make sense because I can handle the worst!” Fjord nearly facehoofed but paused as though realizing such a gesture was unbefitting of a pony of her stature. Or I’m reading too much into it. And..she’s from the upper class? Wonder where the rest of the guards come from.
With a small smile still adorning his face, the most patient pony outside of sparring finally spoke up, “Gale, ya need to work on yer explaining. Daniel, we’re gonna take care o’ the intersection o’ Palace Lane an’ Princess Platinum Path -or just call it ‘P. P. Path.’”
“You’re kidding me.”
“Yup. We jus’ go by ‘Path.’ Anyway, as Gale mentioned, the place is pretty safe, and ah reckon Captain Armor did that to get ya to learn the ropes of things.”
“Oh, that’s why?” exclaimed Gale, “Daniel’s more than ready for the other places! It’s not like a lot happens there either.” Fjord sniffed, angling her muzzle up slightly. Gale’s ears twitched in Fjord’s direction, and he spun around to face her. “Got something to say?”
“Nothing,” she cooly replied, “Only that Captain Armor’s intentions were more than apparent.”
“Psh, whatever.”
Jack shot a look at them. Still in the air, Gale crossed his forelegs and turned away. Fjord somehow further straightened her already rigid posture and tilted her head towards Jack and me, signalling him to continue. “Alrighty. Gale.” The pegasus looked over. “Fjord an’ ah discussed beforehoof that she an’ Daniel will pair up, an’ that you an’ ah will go together.”
“What?!” protested Gale, throwing his hooves up. “Why didn’t you talk to me about it? I want to show Daniel how a real Junior does things!” I held back a chuckle.
“We tried. Ya were busy starin’ at Daniel tryin’ on his armor.” Trying to maintain the peace, Jack added, “Besides, don’t ya think we make a great team? Plus, Daniel still don’t got as much experience with magic. Whether anythin’ happens, Fjord can still show him a thing or two.” Fjord grew taller. Again. The corners of my mouth twitched. How far can ponies stretch?!
Gale scrunched up his face. After a moment, he acceded, stretching out the word, “Alright.”
Fjord stated, “With that resolved, let us commence our task.” She paused, peering at my face. “Does something concern you? I must admit - I have yet to be acquainted with human facial expressions.”
“No -pfft- no! Nothing!”
She seemed concerned. “It is perfectly acceptable to be nervous on your first city patrol -especially since that happened to you.” She frowned distastefully.
Right, the amazing Triston. Hearing her refer to that made my urge to giggle subside. “I wasn’t thinking about my kid- er- foalnap. Besides, with you and this new stuff -” I gestured at my new crap. “- I’m sure people will think twice before doing anything to me.”
While Fjord accepted the answer, Jack chided, “Now, Daniel, ah’m glad yer confident, but don’t go underestimating anypony now.”
“Okay, Jack. Now, shall we?” Everypony agreed, and we began walking to the castle exit. “So, I got that we’re covering the blocks around Palace Lane and the Path, but how will we split?”
Fjord answered, “We will guard the east blocks, and they -” she tipped her head at the other two “- will secure the west.” Gale looked at her questioningly before shrugging. “In addition, our hourly rendezvous will be at the intersection.”
I have no idea where anything is. “Okay.”
Jack said reassuringly, “Jus’ follow Fjord, and ev’rything will be peachy keen.” I nodded.
“CLANG!” I nearly lost my grip on the glaive as the top collided with the bottom of the portcullis. Everyone jumped. “My bad! Still gotta get used to how long this thing is,” I explained embarrassingly.
“Understandable,” murmured Fjord, her eyes betraying her surprise.
It was just Fjord and me now. Our group had split in opposite directions from the center. Striding steadily southward, I could already tell this was a lot more involved than guarding the castle. We could still hear the sounds of a party from a mansion further north.
“Prima Flore, come back!” called a gray regular pony with a black mane. Earth pony. British accent?
With a sharp frown and a rushed yet somehow graceful gait, a white pony nearly passed us, until she stopped to hiss back, “Don’t call me that, Octy. I already told you that I go by Fleur de Lis. Now, if you will excuse me, I shall attend Fancy Pants’s soirée.”
“Fine,” retorted Octy, “After all, we are already grown mares who can make responsible decisions.”
Ignoring the other pony, Prima Flower or Fleur de Lis -tall, skinny unicorn- seemed to notice us and let out a tiny gasp. “Oh, I have shown you an embarrassing display, dear guards. Please do not commit it to memory.” While saying this, she had struck several strange poses. Although she seemed to base them off of some distorted sense of aesthetics, the similarities to a marionette controlled by an amateur were uncanny. Then again, what do I know about what ponies think is beautiful? With barely a gaze at me, she elegantly strolled away -well, as elegantly as a pony could while suspending a single, parting forehoof.
“Okay, then. That was freakin’ weird,” I commented.
“She has...a predilection for pretentious postures, demarcated by shallow remarks,” said Fjord rather vehemently. Need some ice for that burn? Remembering this came from a magic, ice pony, I grinned. What do you do about freezer burns?
A somewhat displeased yet tired voice spoke up. “I would appreciate it if you refrained from talking about my sister in such a manner -especially you, Dusky.”
They’re sisters?! “Oh, sorry -Octy, right?” I offered a half-hearted apology. Wait..Dusky? They know each other? I shot a look at my partner who had opened her mouth to retort and then, sensing the resignation in Octy’s tone, closed it.
Some energy returned to the gray mare, as she corrected, “It’s Octavia.”
I recalled the siblings’ exchange. No wonder. “Alright, Octavia. My bad for assuming,” I sheepishly said, scratching the back of my head. Her cutie mark is a treble clef? “Do you play any instruments by any chance?”
Octavia looked surprised by the sudden question, and with a twinkle in her eyes, she answered, “Why, yes, I play many instruments, but my absolute favorite is my cell-” An indigo aura began tugging me away. “-o?” Octavia gave an unamused stare. “Dusk Fjord.”
“Apologies, citizen,” said Fjord rather monotonously, “As we are still on duty, we must eschew discoursing with the populace.” Technically true...but come on!
Octavia seemed to share the same sentiment and scoffed, but she gave a sincere smile at me. “I suppose we may talk of instruments another time then-” Her eyes briefly flicked to the upper left before returning.
“Name’s Daniel,” I said.
“- Daniel, I believe, ” she finished simultaneously.
I don’t think I introduced myself.. “How-”
She waved a hoof dismissively. “You’re only mentioned on the front cover of several Canterlot newspapers.” Her smile became forced, and her brows furrowed slightly. “Most of what they’ve said has been neutral to positive, but it may be difficult to dispel a couple things some of the less reputable tabloids have claimed about you.”
My mouth dropped, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to reply. By the time I spoke again, Fjord had already dragged me a sizeable distance away, but I shouted exasperatedly anyway, “But this is my SECOND time outside the castle!” The heck could those ponies be saying? Or is it those freakin’ nobles that pop in from time to time? The gray pony shrugged. Oh, whatever. I gave a final wave before we rounded the corner. “At least we’re off the P. P. Path,” I giggled immaturely. The aura dispersed, and Fjord marched ahead wordlessly. Ooookay. Be a stick-in-the-mud, why don’t you. “So, Dusky -” Something grazed my left cheek, and hearing a light crunch behind me, I swiveled to see the remains of an icicle. I felt a warm trickle make its way down my face. Turning back, I saw her staring at me with a complicated expression.
Her eyes glanced at the scratch, and her horn glowed again, mending the tiny cut. That done, she looked downwards. When she spoke, a noticeable quiver weaved in and out of her voice. “That was unprofessional of me. I am so sor-”
“If you’re going to apologize, look at me when you do it.” She stiffened and met my demands. My waiting hand ambushed her with a flick to the nose, and she flinched, consequently giving an indignant look. Before she could say anything, I asked half seriously, “We even?”
She gave a calculated look and quipped, “Yes, Danny. Or maybe you would be partial towards ’Nielly’.”
“Heck no,” I rejected emphatically.
“‘Nielly’, then.”
“You keep that up, and I’ll keep calling you ‘Dusky,’ Dusky. Or maybe you would be partial towards ’Fjordy’,” I mocked. “Wait. That sounds dumb. ‘Fjo’? ‘Ordy’?” I frowned and pulled on my non-existent goatee.
Fjord snorted and quickly covered her muzzle with a hoof. When her hoof left her face, she was smiling in earnest. “Indeed, those are quite the substandard monikers.” She waved a hoof nonchalantly and added, “Of course, apposite for a neophyte.”
Our banter continued for a bit longer before we found ourselves near a neglected estate. Nevermind on “neglected.” It’s downright abandoned. Dark verdant vines had infiltrated the entire structure of the manor. In stark contrast to the rest of Canterlot, a gloom had settled in the area. I looked up at the clouds I could’ve sworn were not there before. Kinda like a stereotypical cartoon villain hideout. “What happened to this place?” I murmured half in thought.
“The proprietors of this edifice are the Asters. They were of noble lineage, and with as perceptive as you are, I am certain you can comprehend the rest,” she answers dismissively.
“Yeah. They got screwed over or screwed up themselves.”
“That is..a crude but admittedly succinct description.”
We rounded another corner and left that place behind quickly. For whatever reason, it felt easier to breathe, and a sigh escaped me. Fjord raised a brow. “What? That place felt wrong. I don’t know why.”
Fjord nodded and fielded an unspoken question. “The Captain informed us that your world contained a curious scarcity of magic. Moving on...your perception of this acreage is a result of one of the innate properties of magic.”
“How?” I interrupted. “Like you said, I come from a place with no magic! How can I sense anything?”
Fjord waved a hoof. “Allow me to elaborate. As I was saying, this is your perception, but what is being acted upon is actually anything within the purlieu. Our entire world is brimming with magic, and the amalgamation of countless factors can mold the magic in certain ways. In this case, because of the estate’s..hapless history, the magic initiated a mechanism that would perpetuate its gloomy atmosphere.”
“That’s messed up. So if I was depressed, would magic just leave a rain cloud over me?”
Chuckling slightly at my reasonable question, the unicorn replied, “It’s not as simple as that. While, yes, there may be a slight effect, for this type of ambient magic, the factors must be on a much larger scale to actually do something palpable. That, or a medium to act as a conduit.”
“Alright. Sounds like something I don’t need to worry about then.”
“Ordinarily.”
“Good enough for me.” Then again, nothing is ordinary to me..here
There was not much of note until we arrived at the northern side of..P. P. Path. Yes, yes, be immature. Fjord would roll her eyes if she could hear my thoughts. The pony in question, however, was avoiding eye contact with anyone on what was easily the largest property on the block. At what looked like a garden or lawn party, ponies whose noses feared the ground were everywhere, and all of them wore clothes. Most of them were brown-nosing around a white unicorn sporting a monocle and a mustache. A Baroque-like piece played by a quintet danced through the air, and a unicorn to the side amplified it. My feet quickly adjusted to the beat. In the background, a marble mansion towered resolutely. “Must be a loaded pony,” I commented.
“Indeed. Fancy Pants.”
I choked out a laugh. “Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh,” I spluttered -especially since the pony was headed over, dragging his crowd with him. It was a bit intimidating to be honest. Since she was taller than most, it was easy to spot Fleur, Flore, whatever, as well.
“A good day to you, guards.” Everyone around him also rushed to chime in some kind of greeting.
“Good day, sir,” returned Fjord.
They’re all staring at me. Barely suppressing a shiver, I quickly echoed.
Feigning surprise, Fancy exclaimed, “Oh! Is that Lady Dusk Fjord I hear? I could hardly recognize you in your guard attire! You must forgive me.”
“Please, all is well. Our ensemble, in its purpose of shielding, also obscures everypony’s identity.”
“Most everypony.” With that, the unicorn faced me. “I’m afraid no amount of armor could conceal you, friend.” Maybe sensing my unease, he introduced himself, “I am Fancy Pants. Might you do me the honor of knowing your good name?”
There’s no way this pony doesn’t already know me. Eh..he could be being polite about it. Matching his short greeting, I replied, “I am Daniel.”
“Daaniel..A wonderful name!” he declared. Some “oohs” and “aahs” emanated from the gathering. “Anywho, I dare not keep the both of you from your responsibilities. Perhaps we could meet in a different setting, by your leave.” A short nod and the pony returned to his party. Or rather, the party moved with him. Then they broke out in song. What. The. Heck.
At 1500 sharp, we were back at the intersection of Palace Lane and - Enough of that. I shook that thought but grinned despite myself.
“Think you could go twice as long next time?” asked Gale. The pegasus who looked bored out of his mind in our first patrol rendezvous had a renewed energy in his steps.
“Probably. Junior, this is nothing compared to the training!”
“Ha! Training ain’t for this. Jus’ ya wait, Daniel,” replied Jack.
“That’s not ominous.”
“Don’t worry, Daniel. Next time, it’ll be you and me! I can show you how to handle any situation that pops up,” exclaimed Gale.
“Daniel fared well. Now, if there is nothing else to append, I shall finalize our patrol statement. Remember your report for Captain Armor.”
“Gotcha.”
Jack and Fjord set off first. Fjord surprisingly left with a “good day, Nielly.” Need to think of something..later. Thankfully, Gale led me to the nearest post office, and guided me through mailing before parting. All in all, it was a quick process similar to back home. 50 bits lighter, I began my trek back to the castle. A few minutes later, I blinked several times. “What?” I muttered. The sun seemed a bit lower. The buildings were the same, but I was farther down the street by a couple yards. An ache throughout my skull pulsated. A distant metallic clatter sounded.
“Daniel!”
My vision darkened.
“Daniel, Daniel! Respond!”
With eyes shut, I groaned, feeling the ground beneath my body.
The voice filled with relief. “Good, you’re awake.”
I opened my eyes. “Steady,” I murmured before sitting up. “What happened?” I looked around trying to orient myself.
“That’s what I want to know, Daniel,” he replied with concern evident on his face. “I saw you stumbling. Then, your weapon fell. I rushed over to you just as you collapsed.”
“Ugh..” I grasped my head. “Got a real bad headache. Last I remember, something about the sun. Probs dehydrated. Didn’t drink much water today.” SHOOT. “What time is it!?”
“You’re okay, colt. Only been a few minutes. It’s 3:48 pm.”
I shot up, bent briefly to pick up my glaive, and stood a bit to wait for the tiny stars to clear from my sight.
“Take care of yourself, Daniel. I’m certain Captain Armor will be understanding if you skip the evening training.”
“No, I can do this.” I took a step and stumbled again.
“Steady, there.”
“No, you’re Steady,” I quipped with a tired grin. “Don’t worry. I got this.” I took a deep breath to recollect myself. “See you tomorrow!...Sir!” I sprinted as if a thousand angry Beamy’s were chasing me and ignored the pain verberating with each step.
Somehow. Somehow. I made it there with three minutes to spare. There were mostly ponies with batlike features. Bat ponies then. I’ve only seen them at night anyway. Of course, I was in the spotlight again with my dramatic entrance and desperate wheezing. Ignoring the metallic taste in my mouth, I went for the water trough and gulped enough for a kiddie pool. Besides the consequences of being less focused and exhausted, training went well. Most of the session aimed to practice stealthy maneuvers and ambushes with a mix of the usual. It was fortunate that I arrived on time since we ended up moving to train at the hedge maze. And even more fortunate was that our section of the maze was far enough from the crazy statue. Poor doofus must be lonely.
After training, Captain Stomach guided me to the dining hall. Both princesses, Beamy, and Feather were already there, as usual. Gently, I laid my glaive next to the wall. As I walked to my seat, I injected some enthusiasm into my greeting. “Hi, Beamy! Feather. Busy day, Celestia? And good evening, Luna.” Beamy waved but didn’t say anything to maintain professional decorum. Still half-asleep Luna grunted.
Celestia giggled. “Yes, it was quite busy, but you lit up my day when you befriended Philomena. She favors you quite a bit now.”
“You’re the one who lights days with the sun,” I replied.
“Yes,” affirmed Celestia.
Oh. That was the point. “Sorry, I’m more tired than usual,” I sheepishly said, rubbing the back of my head.
“So I’ve heard. But first, let’s order and enjoy the meal. I’m sure my stomach is not the only one rumbling.” She glanced at Luna, who at this point had her head planted on the table. Her starry mane ceased to function, and she could barely keep her drooping eyelids at bay. Is..she okay? A flash followed by click brought Luna back to attention with her wings in disarray. She narrowed her eyes at her sister, who gave a cheeky grin before teleporting the Polaroid away.
The miffed alicorn huffed, “Thou best watch thy backside ere the morn.”
“Thank you for the warning,” evenly replied Celestia, which made Luna snort. With food coming in and shortly teleported to the table by both sisters, Luna levitated a banana, divested it of its peel, ate said peel, and permitted gravity to wrest the edible part to the tabletop.
“Uh..” How many f’s will Equestria take before I got no more to give? “You gonna eat that, Luna?” I inquired. Sure, I’m not about to ignore my dinner, but seeing a perfectly delicious banana go to waste wrenched at my stomachstrings.
“Why would you eat this?” Luna levitated the banana insides back up in front of her face. She looked at it cross-eyed, and uttered, “Oh.” After which, she tossed it in her mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed. Setting her face on a hoof, Luna smirked victoriously. “Didst thou covet the crop?”
I facepalmed, and Celestia snickered.
Later into the dinner, the sun princess casually brought up, “Steady Fort informed me of your collapse.” Luna looked at her sister then to me and back to her sister.
I rolled my shoulders and parroted what I told Steady. “I’m alright. Just dehydration. Drank a bunch of water, and I’m feeling better now.”
“Better?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” I emphasized. “Just a bit of a headache left, but that’s normal with dehydration. It’ll go away with some time...Thanks for checking in though.”
It seems Celestia was satisfied with my answer because she nodded and broached a new subject. “As everyone in this room well knows, the Grand Galloping Gala is tomorrow evening.”
Sipping her night coffee, Luna chipped in excitedly, “Indeed! It shall be Our -my- first since…” Her cheerfulness took a slight hit before she stared into the distance and declared emphatically, “Since my return!” Celestia was warmly looking on at her sister’s display. Settling down, the night princess then faced me, “It shall be…your first as well.” She met her sister’s gaze briefly before turning back. “And it is by my will that the two of us be formally introduced at the venue.” My eyes widened. No one told me anything about this! Grossly misunderstanding my expression, she quickly continued, “Do not misconstrue Our purpose! While, veritably, thou hailest from a different dimension, We are not parading thee as some exotic plaything. By my troth, We- I wish for our citizens to know you-truly know you.” Her eyes flickered down and back up. “I have read some..scandalmongering publications of th- you.”
I opened my mouth to ask about them, but her eyes flashed white. She growled, “T’is a grave injustice upon thy good name!”
“Luna,” stated Celestia.
I started, “While I agree, I-”
Her volume steadily increased. “Thou art undeserving of such vile libel! Thou hast committed no wrong, and YET-”
“Luna,” repeated Celestia.
“Uh...Luna?” I tried.
Her voice was echoing wildly throughout the dining hall now. “FORSOOTH, SISTER, IF IT WERE UP TO MY BIDDING, I WOULD-”
I stood straight up, kicking over my chair in the process, and shouted, “MY LIBELISTS ARE LIARS AND CANNOT BE TRUSTED!”
Only our breaths were audible. Feather was clinging to Beamy, whose ears had folded straight down. Both of their eyes were squeezed shut.
With mouth still agape, Luna looked surprisedly at me, and then clamped it shut. Celestia took the opportunity to placate her, “Luna, dear Sister, breathe. Just as we practiced.”
Luna sat stonyfaced with the barest hint of a frown, inhaling and exhaling deeply. I could hear small huffs of counting. I quietly righted my chair and sat back down. When she reached “ten constellations” -I kid you not- with a tinge of red on her cheeks, Luna asserted, “That was highly unnecessary, Daniel, but I admit my voice may have provoked concern. It’s just..the things they’ve said of you!...Disgusting.” She wrinkled her snout.
I raised an eyebrow. “Well. Now, I’m kind of curious,” I remarked.
“For..your sanity, I beseech you not to sate your curiosity.”
“Hmm..” I rubbed my chin and pretended to deliberate. Luna gave a mildly challenging stare. I shrugged. “Okay. So, are there any details I need to know for the formal introduction? Etiquette? Rules? Since I’m on guard duty for the first hour, Captain Armor already mentioned guards remaining mostly quiet and watching out for overly boisterous ponies or, obviously, criminal or suspicious behavior. For the former, just a warning. The latter, some investigation and notification to other guards.”
Celestia tittered, “Oh? Is that why the Galas are so dull every year? Perhaps I should invite a crazy pony or two.” Can’t tell if serious or.. Apparently, the maids thought she was, as both were looking at their diarch in shock. Luna was grinning though.
“Celie!” Luna admonished playfully before turning to me with a regal expression. “But to answer your question, I have since learned that the etiquette between rulers and peasants-” Celestia coughed lightly. “-between rulers and citizens have changed. Rather than gathering and then waiting for the rulers, the subjects -” Luna swiveled an ear at her sister. Hearing nothing, she proceeded, “now line up to greet us at the entrance and partake in festivities before us. I shall accompany Celestia during this process. As for you, we were informed that you are to be stationed as a guard from half past six for two hours. Thus, you have some time to change into your formal attire before arriving for the climax of the Gala - 9:00 pm- when we plan for the formal introductions.” She smiled. “With regards to etiquette, I believe your common sense shall suffice.”
Common sense says this world shouldn’t exist. “Sounds good. And if I make a tiny mistake somewhere, they can chalk it up to interdimensional differences. Thank you for explaining, Luna.”
“Of course!” she proudly replied.
I scraped up the last bit of dinner and gulped it down. Vegetables. “Welp, tomorrow’s gonna be an extreeemely long day for me, and I still have to write the report for the captain. That said, if there’s anything I can help you with -like changeling stuff- please let me know. I want to lessen your burdens if possible.” I folded my napkin and stood. “Good night, Celestia, Luna. And thanks again..for everything.”
“Goodness, Daniel. You know you don’t need to keep thanking us like this.” Celestia was smiling. But why does it look so sad?
I shook my head. “Bad habit. Then un-thanks for everything, your exuberant, majestic, brilliant highness.” There. That’s better.
For my remark, she hovered a napkin over my face. Not this again! “Sleep well, Daniel.” The napkin glided back.
“Dream well,” added Luna.
A while later, I was working on the report utilizing the supplies Twilight had given me. Here’s to hoping she doesn’t mind a couple torn out pages. A knock broke my concentration. Stretching my arms up, I got up and opened the door.
“Sup, Beamy.”
“Hey, Daniel. Earlier, Captain Armor realized he never told you when or where to bring the report, so I’ve been asked to drop it off at his office.”
“Don’t worry about it. I can do that before heading to the Department tomorrow morning.”
“Sir, you cannot convince me from my duties. No matter what.”
“Daniel,” I corrected.
“Danny.”
I crossed my arms with extreme discontent. “Ugh. Fine.” She beamed. “I’m still writing it though, and it’s getting pretty late. I wouldn’t want to keep you from your house. Plus, we have the -” Great. No. Grand. Horse run. Apples. “-Grand Galloping Gala tomorrow.”
Beamy stepped past me and walked to my desk. Placing her forehooves on the surface, she peeked at the papers. “Looks like you’re almost done. I think I can wait.” She had “smug” written all over her face.
“Tch. You win this time.” I shut the door and sauntered back to my desk. Then, I gestured at the sofa. “Feel free to sit there, unless you prefer the floor.” With that, I continued scribbling stuff down at a quicker pace. Behind me, I heard her shuffle over and hop onto the sofa with a “poof.” Celestia only used the softest of anything after all.
The soft glow of magic light cast the room in a warm, yellow tint. Only the scratching of the quill was audible. A couple sentences in, she broke the silence. “So..how are you doing?”
“Fine, thank you,” I mumbled automatically. “You?”
“Same.”
...I think I can, with certainty, say that I am adapting to Equestria’s ways well enough. Besides minor instances of discrimination, which I assume is from stupidity the lack of common courtesy that relatively few people from any race would have, the vast majority treat me as anyone would treat an alien stranger. Then, there are those who went out of their way to welcome me, and words cannot express how grateful I am for that. Overall, with time, people will learn who I am and get used to me.
TL;DR: Learning a lot from training and the Dept. of Def. Still gotta catch up, but progress is being made. Doing well, and ponies will get used to me.
Daniel
133-780-0813
steakisbae101@fmail.com
I laid down the quill and fanned a journal over the paper. “I’m done.”
Beamy’s hooves clacked onto the tile. She saw my poor attempt at drying the ink and rolled her eyes. Swiftly, she grabbed the report and flicked her wings over with practiced ease. “There.”
“Thanks,” I uttered, setting the journal back down. “For waiting. Now, guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” I noticed her eyes scanning over the papers. “Uh, Beamy?”
“Just reviewing the report to ensure it’s up to standards, Danny.”
“Huh. I don’t think you have to.” That’s weird.
“You’re ‘adapting to Equestria well’, I see.”
“What about it?” I asked flatly. She looked at me skeptically. “It’s true!”
“Uh huh.”
“Beamy, if you’re just checking that my report’s fine, cool. Heck, I remember Captain Armor saying it was informal! Now, it’s getting pretty late, and we all have a long day tomorrow. It’s better if we all get to sleep earlier, and you still have to get to wherever you live in Canterlot!”
“Daniel, informal or not, the Captain wants an honest reflection from you.”
I gritted my teeth and shifted to an “at ease” position and gripped my left wrist tightly. “Are you..calling me a liar?” Stay calm.
She peered at my face. “....Yes.”
Calm, me, calm! In a low voice, as steadily as I could manage, I retaliated, “I. Fell. In a f***ing pond. And it -” I took a deep breath. “It wrenched me from everyone and everything I knew. And now? Look where I am. I’ve made headway and learned from two jobs. I haven’t been sulking around like an idiot. Everyone can stop asking how I feel because I’m f***ing fine. Everything is fine.”
Her expression didn’t even change as though that was about what she’d expected from me. This time, I dug my nails into my wrist. She’s just trying to help even though it’s annoying as f***. Something about that thought cut me.
A very pregnant pause followed.
Then the water broke.
“Daniel,” Beam Dancer began and then paused to formulate her thoughts. Her tail twitched. “What I say next may be something you don’t want to hear. They are things I’ve observed that may or may not be from me overthinking. But, I want you to consider it.” She inhaled.
I exhaled and released my wrist. “Go ahead, but how about this. After you say your part, you’ll leave and do what you need to do. I’ll think on your words, and we don’t talk about it until the day after the Gala.”
She pondered over my deal. Then she gave her usual Beamy snark. “Wellll, I don’t know about you, but we’re gonna have to interact tomorrow. I don’t know about you, but I don’t enjoy feeling the awkwardness after an unfinished, very serious conversation.” She furrowed her brows in mock seriousness. “So...we should meet earlier tomorrow and conclude it.”
I couldn’t resist cracking a small grin. Gosh darn it, Beamy. Dragging a hand over my face, I groaned, “You drive a very hard bargain, but yeah, I’m not a fan of that feeling either. Does torturing me at 700 sound good?”
She scratched her chin and pretended to mull over my offer. Then she nodded. “Okay! I’ll see you bright and early! And, Daniel?”
“Yeah?”
“Good night, in advance.”
“..You, too.”
She walked over to the sofa and plopped down on it before patting the spot next to her. I obliged and sat down. Some more time flew. Then softly, she spoke, “The day the Princess assigned me to assist you, that first time we spoke and our next moments together, I thought you were really weird but cheerful and a bit overdramatic at times -but in a funny way! That same day, I saw you run. Just run.” She sighed. “I can’t even describe how you looked. I wanted to follow! But the Princess stopped me -said you needed time. And the next time I saw you, you looked so cheerful again. I thought humans were just crazy. Andyouusedmeasashield.”
I smirked. “Good times.”
“Shh, I’m not done yet!” I pulled a zipper across my lips.
She wore a complicated smile. “Like you said, you’ve got two jobs. You’re not moping. And that’s probably a good sign for most, but that’s the thing.” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re not giving any time for yourself,” she accused.
I straightened my back. She put a hoof over my mouth. I moved my head back. Her hoof followed. I reached up to move her hoof. Her other whacked my hand away. I crossed my arms. She removed her hoof.
Beamy continued, “You’re constantly keeping yourself busy. Hay, last weekend, you decided to keep training and then work through more of the stuff old Steady wanted you to look at!” I frowned. What’s wrong with that? “I see somep-one lost. Someone running. Still running. Too much dwelling on…what’s happened...is unhealthy, but so is avoiding everything about it.”
I don’t like where this is going. “I’m not avoiding anything! It’s just the jobs. They do make me busy, but I’m not running!” Beamy raised an eyebrow. I shifted uncomfortably. “Continue.”
“Throughout the week, I noticed that sometimes, you’d just pause in the middle of a sentence. At times, you’d leave it hanging. Other times, you’d finish it with words that just, didn’t, fit. The pattern? Those unspoken words made the most sense if they were related to Earth.” I flinched and moved my gaze away. I felt her hoof on my shoulder. “For your sake, I want you to consider leaving at least the weekends for yourself, and maybe, we could talk or I could show you around Canterlot, if you wanted. You could do so many more things for you.”
I was still looking away. It’s not true. She’s just assuming my thoughts. God, I wonder how late it is. Why did she bring this up right before one of the busiest days? She’s just spewing nonsense. Yeah, fine, “consider.” Sure, I’ll consider. I sat there, brooding. Eventually, I looked up. Looked around. She was gone. I stood up and padded over to the door and locked it. Turning around, my back slid down the door, and my head made a dull thump against it. Long I sat there wondering, fearing, doubting, thinking things I never dared to think before. Eventually, I got up.
A quick shower later, I was laying on the bed and facing the ceiling. The lights were off, and just enough of the moon’s faint glow filtered through the window, allowing my eyes to barely trace the patterns above. A floral fragrance drifted past the door. Merely this and nothing more.