Chapter 5
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“You know you can't keep lettin' it get you down, and you can't keep draggin' that dead weight around. If there ain't all that much to lug around, better run like hell when you hit the ground. When the morning comes. When the morning comes.” – OK Go, This Too Shall Pass (Of the Blue Colour of the Sky)
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Gemstone looked up when the door opened, and set her book down when she saw the look of self-loathing on Verdigris’ face. He nodded at her and continued up to his room without a word. What happened? He didn’t look like this after the fight, she thought as his door closed. She stopped when Freewind came out of her room. The filly’s expression asked, Why didn’t he stop and say hi? He usually did, and Freewind loved it. She felt special.
When her daughter looked at her, Gemstone said, “I don’t know. He looked like he hates himself.” She got up from the couch. “Let me find out before you ask him, okay?” Freewind nodded uncertainly. Gemstone climbed the stairs and paused at the door, listening. It was quiet, but then it always was. She knocked. “Verdigris?”
“Come on in, mom,” he said. He almost sounded like he’d been crying, but she was sure it was something else. He’d almost never cried since Celestia’s visit. She opened the door to find him draped belly-down across his bed, clutching a pillow under his chest, staring out the window. He appeared to be thinking, but she couldn’t be sure.
“What happened?”
He sighed. “I’m no better than those donkeys I can’t stand, mom. I was banking my bits, and Sky Watcher was there, eyeing them. When I left, he followed me, and I asked him what he wanted,” Verdigris said, rolling onto his back to stare at the rafters. “He looked right at my necklace and said I could shut him up for a few bits.” He gave a disgusted laugh. “Yeah, right. He was trying to blackmail me about Honey Bunch. Next thing I know, I’ve got him backed into a corner in the alley next door, and he’s cowering at my hooves, begging me not to hurt him. I told him to get lost, and he ran away, crying.” He wouldn’t meet her eyes.
Gemstone came over and sat on the bed next to him. “Did you actually do anything?” she asked softly.
“No, but sure I wanted to. Uncle Wolf was somewhere nearby; I could hear his voice in my head. He told me I didn’t need to do anything, once Sky told Bluestreak what happened.” He sat up, squeezed his eyes shut, tears running down his face. “I felt so dirty. I’m just like them.”
Gemstone leaned over, hugged and nuzzled him. “No, you’re not. If you’d given in, he’d have demanded more over time, and he’d have never gone away. I’ve seen it in Canterlot. That’s one reason I came here, to get away from all that.” She sighed, and brushed his mane out of his face. “Ponies are the same everywhere you go. It’s better you found out here than somewhere else. I’ve heard it’s worse in other places, like Filly or Manehattan.”
“I don’t want to end up like that, mom. I don’t want to disappoint Celestia.”
“Then you won’t. You came close, but you stopped before you did any serious harm.” She heard the door creak, and looked to see Freewind peeking in. “Somepony wants to see you,” she finished, nudging him as she let go.
Verdigris looked and smiled bleakly. “Hey, Trouble. I’m sorry. I was feeling bad. Come here.” He held out his forelegs, and the filly charged in, leaping into his embrace with a smile nearly as big as she was. “Better?” he asked.
“Yeah. I heard,” she said as she enjoyed the hug. “It’s okay, brother. You can’t let them get to you, or they’ll run your life. I’ve heard talk. They don’t know you at all, and don’t want to, and I think they’re missing something special,” she finished.
Verdigris’ smile became genuine, and he closed his eyes. “Thanks,” he murmured. “Hey, what say I give you a ride? It’s been a while since the last one.”
“YAY!!” Freewind seemed to disappear, but they heard her hooves all the way downstairs.
Gemstone smiled at him. “She really loves you, Verdigris. Don’t ruin that.”
He stood up and nuzzled her. “Oh, there’s no way in hay that’ll happen, mom. Uncle Wolf’s right; little sisters are the best.” He trotted out and down, calling, “Hey, wait for me!”
Gemstone smiled. Her little colt wasn’t so little any more; he was growing up faster than she’d liked, but he was still the kind, gentle pony she’d wanted. Not only thanks to her and Hawk’s teaching or Celestia’s blood, but his little sister. She could have anything she wanted from him, and all she wanted was her big brother. He’d never stop being that, and Gemstone was content.
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Celestia held her smile until the Griffin delegation left, then let it drop. Another crisis averted. Why didn’t they listen before? she wondered. The duty on imported fish, and an unexpected die-off had indeed caused a serious drop in supply, and they didn’t have anywhere near enough within their borders. Fortunately, older and wiser heads had listened to her warnings, and the re-negotiated trade agreement had worked out better for both sides. That’s the problem with being a Princess. Some don’t think you understand, since you never leave the Palace. I don’t need to. I didn’t want to tell them how I know what’s happening, but those poor Clawstown Griffins. I’m so glad they didn’t starve.
Celestia sighed and turned away from the doors. It was the last meeting of the day, and she retired to her chambers. The opulence her ponies heaped on her was dulling and oppressive, instead of inspiring, as it once was. I could enjoy this when Luna was here. She always enjoyed the finery. It’s just not the same. She closed her eyes and let a few tears fall before shaking herself.
Her regalia floated away from her almost on its own, and she sat at the vanity, brushing her mane. As much as she liked taking care of her ponies, the boredom of repetition was nearly crushing. She thought about a prank, but shook her head. She was still worried about the Griffins, and wasn’t in the mood. Perhaps tomorrow. I’ll be over it then.
A knock caught her by surprise, but she recovered quickly. “Yes?”
Surestrike opened the door and entered, followed by Rigel, who bore a larger tray than usual. “Are you all right, your Highness?” the mare asked. “You weren’t in the dining hall for tonight’s Royal Dinner.”
Celestia sighed, berating herself silently. “No, I’m not, but there’s nothing you can do to help. Oh, thank you,” she said as Rigel set the tray on a low side table. “I’ll be all right, but please convey my regrets and apologies to the nobles. I’ve had a rough day, and I’m not good company tonight.” Surestrike stepped out briefly, and she could hear him passing the word before he returned.
As Rigel bowed and left, he asked, “The Kingdoms?” She nodded. “Aye, that was a bad thing to see. I’ve never seen so many Griffins look that poorly, not since the famine ten years ago. At least this time it didn’t get anywhere near that bad.” He shuddered, his eyes looking through the walls at something he didn’t want to remember.
“Please, join me, Surestrike. If only for tea. I need some company.” He complied and sat down, sipping quietly and thinking while she ate. She glanced at him occasionally as he shivered. “It’s over. I know you can’t forget it, but don’t dwell on it. You can go crazy with regret, and other things.”
“I know, but it’s not easy,” he agreed. He watched the sun as it reached the horizon, blazing a brilliant orange. “I could say the same to you. I’ve seen you when you remember Luna. I imagine you’re seeing on me what I see on you.”
Celestia nodded as another knock came. “Come.” Rigel bowed and entered, carrying a small basket that had two letters in it. Her face lit up as she recognized the postmarks. They were from Oceanside. “Oh, thank you, Rigel. I so look forward to these.”
The Pegasus set the basket on the table and bowed. “You’re welcome, your Highness. I thought they’d help. They arrived last night, but you were busy.”
The Day Princess smiled. “No need to apologize. Life doesn’t always let you have a smooth road to travel. Thank you, and that will be all. Good night.”
“Good night, your Highness,” Rigel said as she withdrew, closing the door behind her.
Celestia glanced at the letters occasionally while she ate, making her Guard chuckle. “Why don’t you read them? I won’t mind, and the smile’s worth it, Celestia.” She thanked him with her eyes and took the letter from Gemstone first. She opened it, and read, her expression changing to worry briefly, then returning to that wonderful smile.
Dear Celestia,
It’s been an interesting two weeks.
First, Hawk and I are doing well, as is Freewind. She’s growing nearly as fast as Verdigris did, but she’s still not too big to be a silly little filly. I’ve included pictures, of her and Verdigris.
Now the hard part. Verdigris is learning about the darker side of ponies, and himself. The other day he came in, disgusted with himself, and I didn’t have to pry it out of him. He told me about a Pegasus colt named Sky Watcher, who is Honey Bunch’s brother. He’s a little sneak, and the town snitch and spy. Verdigris said he’d been at the bank while he was depositing his bits, and then Sky tried to blackmail him into keeping silent about him and Honey – they’d exchanged pendants that Verdigris had salvaged, and matched their coats. I got it from him later they were parting gifts. Her father isn’t pleased with her seeing him, so they decided they’d stay at forelegs’ reach, though she still visits him. It’s not hard to see they love each other.
Anyway, he told me after Sky made his pitch, he intimidated the colt so bad he ran away crying. I’m relieved it didn’t go further, to be honest. He was so disconsolate, thinking he wasn’t any better than the colts he despises, but I told him he’s not. He was more worried you’d be disappointed in him, but since he stopped before it escalated, I thought you wouldn’t. After that, Freewind came up and told him not to worry, he was still her brother, and that was all that mattered. She brought him back around; she’s always been able to do that.
I don’t think we have to worry about him turning into the foals he has to contend with, Celestia. He’s the kind, gentle colt you said he’d be. It’s just a learning experience he’s taken to heart, and he understands the consequences of his actions, as well as what could have happened. I think you’d be more proud of him than ever. He’ll be a fine stallion when he grows up, somepony we can all be proud of.
The only thing I worry about is he’s still so isolated. His only friends I know of are the fillies – well, young mares – I mentioned before. Nopony else his own age, that I’ve seen. The local Patrol are his friends, but I can’t see that being enough. A colt needs friends he can relate to, but I don’t see anypony going near him, and he doesn’t seem interested in changing that. From what I’ve seen and heard, I can’t blame him, but it still hurts to see it.
I don’t know if you have any advice, but I’d appreciate what you can give. It’s frustrating to see him alone, while Freewind has all the friends she could ever want. I hope it gets better as time goes by, but I have a nagging feeling that it won’t.
Verdigris sent his own letter, and I think it may be his viewpoint, but I’m not sure. He keeps his thoughts and feeilngs to himself, at least in public. At home, he’s as usual, but I can sense that something’s coming, and he’s not happy about it. I only hope it’s not something he can’t recover from.
Thank you for letting me rant, Princess.
Your former faithful student, Gemstone.
P.S. I know I’m their mother, and prejuduced, but I think my son and your god-son is a handsome colt. And Freewind is a little doll. You’ll see what I mean.
G
Celestia put the letter aside, and looked at the pictures. She smiled when she saw the Pegasus filly that was Freewind. Almost his image, other than the mane and tail. She’ll be beautiful. The next picture made her stare solemnly. Verdigris was standing on a bluff overlooking the ocean as the sun set. He combined the grace and power of all three pony races, and his Alicorn form made him seem to be, instead of a living pony, a carved statue showing all ponies at their best. Her heart ached. Such a beautiful colt; if only they could see it, she thought. She set the letter where Surestrike could reach it and opened the next. Out fell a few pictures, and she looked at them with interest.
Each showed Verdigris with a Pegasus filly, one slate-blue, the other a lovely honey-gold. In the second, the pair wore pendants that matched each other’s coats. She smiled, but there was a small ache. It was plain in their eyes they cared deeply about each other, but their smiles seemed forced. They must have decided the day before, she thought.
The next picture made her laugh. Freewind rode her brother’s back, her forelegs wrapped around his neck, while he grinned back at her. They were flying; the filly’s wings were half-extended. Hawkfeather must have taken it. Freewind smiled like the sun had decided to become mortal for a day. She could see what Gemstone meant: They definitely loved each other. It was obvious to anypony who looked.
She took out the letter and read:
Dear god-Dam Celestia,
I’m not feeling too proud of myself, right now. I’m sure mom wrote about what I told her, and I’m sure she got it right. I didn’t think I could do anything like what I’ve seen Bluestreak’s gang do, and I’m disgusted. I thought I was better, but I’m not so sure any more. I still need to think it over, and I really need to talk to Uncle Mike. I could use his advice.
Not just that, either. I looked at the pictures before I sent them, and I guess you can see it. Honey Bunch and I look happy, but it never touches our eyes. Best way to say it is straight out. We’re in love, but we’re not going to be able to do anything about it. Not here. Her father made it perfectly clear she’s not for me, if he has anything to say about it. Honey’s not happy about that, obviously. She told me a few days ago she’s leaving Oceanside once she’s of age. I can’t blame her. Full Sail wants her to “marry right”, whatever the hay he means by that. Whatever he’s talking about, it’s not me. It’ll hurt, but I’ll let her go. We exchanged pendants, which works as well as rings for us. Sail’s not happy about that, either, but I told him that’s all we’re getting from each other. I won’t stop her from coming to see me, but I won’t pursue her. Of course, she and I already agreed to that; he can believe what he wants.
I’m also sure you weren’t happy about my decision to move out as soon as I can, but I hope you understand why. My parents and sister don’t deserve being avoided. It’s not fair, and since I’m getting more involved in the perfumery business – Driftwood says I find the best verdigris, period – I’ll need the space. I think I can make it better, but I can’t do that at home. Even the fresh stuff is a little whiff. That’s another reason to go; so far, some ponies have a “good” excuse to stay away. As I said, it’s not fair.
If you’ve been giving it some thought, would Honey Bunch do as a hoof-maiden? She also knows her father’s business, which might be useful in other work. I don’t want to ask too much, but she could use something of a “hoof up”, if and when she goes to Canterlot. I don’t want her to have to come back to this town in defeat. It would hurt her more than I can describe.
Finally, I’m reaching the limits of the primer you sent, and I feel as though I’m just coming into my stride, magically. Like you said, I need to learn and control my power, and I could use all the help I can get. If you can recommend any books, I’d appreciate it. I don’t want to accidentally cause any damage; Oceanside’s still home, and I don’t want to be a problem. I just wish they’d stop treating me like I’m carrying the plague, or something. It’s nopony’s fault. Not even yours. Why can’t they understand that?
Anyway, enough whining. I hope you’re all right. Oh, yeah. The moon’s been normal for a while. Maybe I was imagining it after all. I’m sorry I bothered you with that.
All my love,
Your god-colt, Verdigris.
P.S. Freewind’s wonderful, isn’t she? Uncle Mike is right; little sisters are the best.
V
Celestia smiled wistfully as she finished the letter. Yes, god-son, they certainly are. Her expression changed to concern. What did you and Full Sail have to say to each other? she wondered. Surestrike cleared his throat, bringing her back to here and now. “What?”
“You. May I?” She passed the letter, and he read it, his face not giving away anything. “Hmm, yeah, I see. Makes you wonder what’s going on, and what he’s not telling you, doesn’t it?”
“I can’t help it. He’s like a son to me, Surestrike; like he’s my own flesh and blood. I didn’t think it could happen, and I feel like I should do more for him. I can’t. Not obviously, anyway.”
“I think he’ll be fine. Gemstone won’t let him fall if she can help it, and he’s a thinker, too. As long as he keeps a cool head, he should be okay.” The Pegasus looked at her significantly. “I’d love to have heard what they had to say to each other, though.”
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Three weeks ago...
Verdigris exited the bank again, this time after placing a few salvaged items in his safe-deposit box. He’d checked the lists, and the current one was about half-filled. Maybe I’ll be able to buy the Grange in two years, instead of five, he thought. Well, that’s if nothing unexpected happens.
He drew up short when he saw the group waiting for him. Full Sail and a few of his roustabouts stood near the doors. His eyes narrowed and his horn glowed. This was different from a bunch of colts. “What is it, Sail? Fight or talk? I can do both, remember?”
“Talk,” the Pegasus answered. He pointedly looked at the pendant Verdigris wore.
“Not here. Not with them around,” the Alicorn replied as more ponies gathered, curious about what was happening.
“Here and now, or never.”
Verdigris glanced at the pendant. “It’s private business between you and I. Nopony else has a say. If you think I’m intimidated, remember I’ve been training with the Patrol almost since I could walk. Earth Ponies don’t scare me, and if you make me mad enough, I’ll sweep the street with you.” He leaned forward, his eyes starting to glow. “I might even lose control, and you can write off Oceanside.” Let’s see if they buy that one, he thought.
Full Sail looked at him calmly. “All right, name the place.”
“The old Grange. I’ll be there, unless somepony who doesn’t belong shows up,” he answered, pointedly looking at Sky, who wasn’t quite hiding behind his father. “Hey there, Sky. How’s tricks?” The colt started, and slowly walked away, glancing back fearfully. I hate that, but I’m not going to be the pony getting used.
“Fine. I’ll be there at five this evening.” Full Sail turned and trotted away, waving his wings for the others to follow. After he and his crew left, Blackrock joined Verdigris on the walk.
The Earth pony looked down the street for a moment. “This don’t look good, Verdigris. Ya sure ya don’t want back-up?”
“Sail’s a lot of things, but he keeps his word. He’ll be there. Just him.” Verdigris looked to see Bluestreak watching, his face sour. “Hmph. Bluestreak’s not happy about you changing sides, Rock.”
“Buck ‘em all. He got us nothing but trouble, and never got into it himself. Should have known better,” the colt said, looking at Verdigris eye-to-eye. “Shoot, another year, you’ll be taller than everypony.”
“Great. One more thing for them to gripe about.”
“Hey, ya can’t help that. Make the most of it. Ya got it, use it.”
“I’m trying not to be like that donkey,” Verdigris protested softly as they walked to the Post Office.
“You’d have to really work at it to be like him,” Blackrock replied. “Can’t see it happening.” As they paused to check their boxes, the colt looked up and down the street. Seeing it was clear, he asked, “So, you an' Honey Bunch?” He nodded at the pendant.
“We‘d like to, but there’s no way while he’s still kicking. Not now, anyway. Some other time and place.” Verdigris mostly kept his tone even, the barest touch of anger coming out.
“Sorry about that. I really am. You two look good together.” Blackrock checked the package he’d received. “Gotta go. Mom’s been waitin’ for this. Be careful. Those deck-ponies are rough.” He nodded and trotted away.
“That’s okay. I know how they play, and I play the same way.” Verdigris’ eyes narrowed. “Dirty.”
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Two hours later, Verdigris watched as Full Sail trotted up to the empty Patrol station. They stood, watching each other for a few minutes, then the Pegasus said, “I noticed her necklace. Does it mean what I think it means?”
“Yep, but that’s all we’re getting from each other, Sail. I won’t chase her. I’m not planning to go anywhere, so you don’t have to worry about that. I know better than to break my word, but I’m not going to chase her away.” The Pegasus smiled, then frowned when Verdigris continued, “Don’t look smug. You won, but it’s only points. Honey won’t marry anypony you choose. She told me that, and you know what she’s like once she makes up her mind.
“And honestly, Goldenrod? He’s a wet noodle at best. I’m sure his family agreed to this because once you’re gone, she’ll inherit, and guess who’ll be in charge of your business? Not her. Not him, either. He’s a nothing more than a walking, talking bookmark, you ask me.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Full Sail barked angrily.
“I’m an Alicorn. I’m more than just a mix of ponies. I’ve got all the advantages. Like it matters. But I can see and listen, and put two-and-two together. She’s more than just another mare, Sail. She could make your business grow, if you’d let her.” He tilted his head to one side as Sail glared. “Oh, right. ‘Mares don’t matter’. Why don’t you say that to Celestia’s face, if you’re so sure?”
“That’s enough!” the Pegasus sputtered. “You just do what you said, understand? I can have you packed off, any day.”
“Not if I decide to put up a fight, and I guarantee I won’t be the only one going down,” Verdigris replied softly, looking Full Sail in the eye. “I’ll do what I said. You and everypony knows my word’s good. You just keep your end of the bargain. You can’t afford the black eye. Deal?” He held out a hoof.
The ship owner looked at it darkly, but took it. “Deal.” He hated it, but Honey would come to her senses; he was sure of that.
“Great. Now go home. We’re trespassing in five minutes.” Verdigris watched him leave, despising the jaunty pace he set. Telling him the truth wouldn’t have helped. He doesn’t care about anything outside Oceanside, and that’s going to kill us, eventually. Great.
He looked up and out to sea; the sun was disappearing behind a few clouds, and the sea breeze was picking up. “Sky time. That should help.” He walked to the bluff’s edge, shaking out his wings. Flying always straightened him out.
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Six months had passed since Verdigris had his talk with Full Sail. The air had been cleared, and events proceeded more or less as he’d said they would. Honey Bunch and Sea Grass still visited him, and he didn’t chase them away. There wasn’t anything else to do; those fillies were head-strong.
Early one morning he was surprised to walk outside to see Blackrock and Marl standing outside. “What the buck?” he asked in surprise. “I was sure you didn’t want to get near me, Marl. I only put you in the hospital for a week.”
“It’s okay. I earned it,” the Unicorn replied. “Rock and I wanted to know if you wanted to take a look at the Patrol’s exhibition. I had the idea you wanted to join, and this is where you learn about them.”
“Uh, didn’t you notice my dad’s in the Patrol? I can get the straight word from him.”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry. So, ya wanna come along? Still something to see,” Blackrock said.
“Thanks, but I don’t want you catching any trouble because of me. Bluestreak’s new crew looks rougher than three ponies can handle, if it goes down,” Verdigris replied, his voice tinged with regret. Now I’ve got friends, and I can’t hang out with them. How’s that for ironic? he thought.
“Are you sure?” Marl asked.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Those two Earth ponies he’s got for side-kicks look like they just got out of jail, or something like that. Thanks for the invite, but I don’t want anypony catching it because of me, and I can’t cut loose without hurting everypony in range. I’ll be fine with Bluestreak and the rest, but not you guys. Okay?”
“You’re losing out, and I know I was part of it before, but that wasn’t and still ain’t right,” Marl said stubbornly. “What can they do?”
“Breakwater’s still the Magistrate. You tell me.” Verdigris watched as their faces changed. “Yeah, that’s right.” He looked out to sea briefly. “I’ll be fine, guys. Have fun, and let me know what’s up, okay? Still got some school work to finish, and then beach-combing. I got a feeling, and I wanna check it out.”
The colts looked at each other, then nodded. “Okay, but you’re gonna have to come into town some time. He’s not gonna give up.”
“Bluestreak could buck up breathing. I’m not stupid. Now hit the road and have fun.” They shrugged and left. Verdigris sighed. “I wish I could go, but you know I’m right,” he said quietly to their backs.
He looked back as his mother and sister came outside, ready for school, it looked like. “Hey, Trouble. Ready for the day?”
Freewind looked at him calmly. “Why can’t you go?” she asked.
“They don’t like me ‘cause I’m too different,” he said. “I told you that.”
“That’s not fair, and they can’t all be like that,” she persisted.
Verdigris smiled and crouched down to her height, then ruffled her mane. “Yeah, you’re right, but I’d get into fights if I went. There’s a couple of colts who really don’t like me, and they’d start as soon as I walked into the school yard. It’s not worth it, Free.”
She smiled at that, then wrapped her wings around his neck in a big hug. “Okay. You want me to talk to Honey or Grass for you?”
“We talk every day. They come down to the bluff or the beach, so it’s all right.” Gemstone gave him a significant look, and he gave her a Get your mind out of the gutter look in return. “Honestly, mom.” His tone was mild, but there was an undercurrent that told her he was a little disappointed in her. “And be careful, you’re close to your time.”
“Okay, let’s go,” Gemstone said after glaring at him mildly. “Did you remember your notes? That presentation will go a lot better if – ”
“Mother...” the filly said in exasperation as the sun rose higher. “Let’s go.”
“All right. We’ll see you later, Verdigris.”
“Okay, mom.” He watched as they continued down the path, a chill working its way down his back. “No, they’re not stupid enough to go after them. I’ll rip them apart, and they know it.” The chill intensified, and he took to the air. “I’ll watch, just in case.”
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As they walked through town, Gemstone noticed a few older colts lounging around the old firehouse. Their eyes were hard, and she knew they weren’t locals. Who are they? she wondered. She didn’t speed up, but she didn’t stop to talk with Greylock as usual.
Hoof steps soon followed, and as she turned a corner, Bluestreak stepped out of a doorway. “Morning, Gemstone,” he said. “Takin' Freewind to school?”
She took a step to one side, and he stepped into her path. “Get out of my way, Bluestreak.”
A chuckle escaped the colt. “And if I don’t? Your husband’s not here.” His tone made her shiver.
“You get away from my mommy!” Freewind screamed.
One of the Earth ponies from the firehouse rushed in and grabbed the filly. “Shut up, brat. If you wanna see your mom again, you’ll stay shut.”
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Verdigris saw the ponies look at each other and then follow his mom and sister. He changed course to get ahead, and saw Bluestreak leaning against a doorway. He appeared to be looking for trouble, and Verdigris’ eyes began to glow when his nemesis stepped into his mother’s path.
Oh, no you don’t. You just bought yourself a ton of trouble, he thought just before his horn flashed.
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Celestia was taking a mid-morning break from Court. The day had gone well, for the most part. The usual issues weren’t brought up; instead, something practical had been presented, and she gave it her endorsement gladly. So far, Equestria and everything in it was at peace. That was until she felt the spike of anger.
She sat up, looking south with concern. Such anger. What’s happening? She closed her eyes, and felt Verdigris’ near-rage as she saw what he was focused upon. Oh, no. Don’t, Verdigris. Please don’t. “Surestrike!”
Her personal guard burst in, his eyes glittering. “Yes, Highness!”
“Grab ten Guards and make for Oceanside immediately. There’s a situation that must be de-fused,” she replied as she stood, her mane flaring. “I have to go. Be quick.” She vanished without waiting for his acknowledgement.
“Oh, now what?” he wondered as he raced to comply.
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She hovered high above the street, watching and waiting. She had to intercept him if he’d reached this threshold unprepared. He could do so much damage...
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“Y’know, might be fun,” Bluestreak said, and Gemstone could smell cider on his breath. “C’mon, whaddaya say?” A large, thin shadow hovered to one side, unnoticed. “It’s not like you can get pregnant,” he said with a mean smile.
“No.” Gemstone’s horn began to glow, until the colt holding Freewind grabbed her foreleg and twisted it.
“I think I heard you say yes.”
“And I heard you say stomp me!” a voice boomed, just before a greenish-grey bolt slammed into Bluestreak, knocking him across the street to fetch up against a building, unconscious.
The gang turned to see Verdigris standing at the mouth of an alley, quivering with rage. His head was lowered, his wings were raised and his eyes blazed white. “Get away from them, or I’ll break all of you in half,” he growled, using – to Gemstone’s astonishment – the Royal Canterlot Voice.
The colt holding Freewind sneered, “You can’t do that to me, freak.” His jaw dropped when the Alicorn vanished from sight. “W-what?” A flash of light behind him made him look, just in time to catch a pair of hooves in the face. He collapsed, dropping the filly, who ran to her mother.
“Mom. Freewind. Run!” They bolted past the colts, who stood frozen in place, staring. “All right, you worthless donkeys, let’s dance!”
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Celstia watched the exchange, ready to intervene. Her god-colt charged in, his face – She relaxed. It wasn’t murderous fury, it was righteous indignation she saw. He wasn’t going to kill them, just punish them for what they’d hinted at and done to Gemstone and Freewind.
She watched the carnage, drawing on her age-old calm as he screamed, “You’ll never do that to another mare or filly again!” Tears ran from her eyes as she watched, sadness and anger warring within. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you, Verdigris. Not yet.
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Gemstone galloped away after scooping up Freewind with her telekinesis, shouting, “Help!” Her breath grew labored, more from worry about Verdigris than exhaustion. She saw Greylock step outside his shop and ran to the door. “It’s Bluestreak. He was drunk and – ” she began before collapsing onto the walkway with Freewind in her forelegs. Her belly twitched, unnoticed.
“Okay, I’ll stand them off.”
“No, Verdigris is taking care of them.”
He stopped and stared. “All of them? They’ll kill him.”
“Only if they can beat an enraged Alicorn, Greylock.” Her half-frightened, half-angry smile made his blood run cold.
Greylock took off at a gallop, rounding the corner in time to see Verdigris wing-slap a Pegasus to the ground with stunning force before dropping from the air, giving an Earth pony a spinning buck to the side. He heard ribs break, even at this distance, and the pony went down with a scream.
Sweet Celestia, what is he? the Unicorn thought. Verdigris blinked away as two Unicorns charged in from opposite sides, horns first. They couldn’t stop in time and impaled each other. One pony rose groggily from the street, only to be thrown across it into a building. He hit hard, and fell, limp as a rag doll.
The last pony tried to run, but his hooves were caught in a greenish-grey aura and yanked out from beneath him. He crashed face-first into the cobblestones and lay there, unmoving. Nearly a dozen stout ponies lay scattered about, unconscious.
Gerylock looked back as the Constables and a few Patrol ponies charged up. All of them stopped, their stances and expressions indicating they were dumb-founded and shocked. When he looked at Verdigris, he could see why. The colt stood tall, stone-still and imposing. He was huge, towering over them all. His mane and tail had lengthened and glowed with a soft light as they blew in a nonexistent breeze, stars seeming to swim in them. His eyes shined with a pure white light. His expression was calm, almost aloof. “Well, what are you waiting for? They assaulted my mother and sister. Take these poor excuses for ponies away,” he said, his voice echoing and reverberating exactly like Princess Celestia’s when she addressed a multitude.
The constables took the ponies away, trying not to look at Verdigris while the Patrol stood around the Alicorn in a circle. They faced him, ready for a fight. “Oh, just great. I have to fight them off, and I’m getting the bad pony treatment,” he said sourly as Breakwater arrived. “Oh, this just gets better and better.”
“You’re under arrest, Verdigris. Disturbing the peace, fighting in the streets and inflicting life-threatening injuries,” the Magistrate said. “You’ve gone too far, this time.”
“I think not,” said a voice everypony recognized. They turned to see Princess Celestia standing beside Gemstone, with Freewind perched on her back. Her face was calm, but her eyes were lit with anger. She walked forward, and everypony stopped and bowed as she approached Verdigris, who remained standing until she reached him. He bowed deeply. “Rise, god-son, and look at me.”
He did, and she looked into his eyes as everypony’s mouth hung open while they processed what she’d just said. They stood there, silently, like statues, then Celestia nodded. Verdigris visibly shrank as he returned to normal, then dropped to his knees, panting with exhaustion, his eyes closed. “I had to, Celestia,” he mumbled with a little effort.
“I know.” She walked over to Breakwater, who crouched down, his knees going weak at her Presence. She looked at him for a few minutes. “I realize there isn’t a lot to do out here, but really, Breakwater. I can’t believe you let your colt run wild, while you’ll arrest a pony for defending himself and his family.”
“What’s that freak to you?” Bluestreak groaned as he got to his hooves. “Who’s that stupid mare to you?” He didn’t seem to realize where he was, or who he was addressing. Celestia’s magic flared briefly, and the colt was uninjured and stone sober, and he shook now that he understood what was going on.
“Since you asked so nicely, Bluestreak, I’ll tell you,” the Princess of Day replied with the barest touch of humor. “Gemstone was once my faithful student, and she’s still a good friend. As for Verdigris, maybe you didn’t believe my blood saved his life, but it’s true. Ask Blackhoof. He’s also my god-son, and among other things that means he can’t lie to me. Not that he’d want to.
“You made the mistake of targeting his mother and sister. If you’d gone after him and nopony else, you wouldn’t be in such pain,” Celestia replied as Full Sail appeared. He stopped and grovelled as she demanded, “Where did you get those ponies?”
“S-stalliongrad, your Highness.”
“You will send them back, immediately. Their kind of ‘fun’ won’t be tolerated outside that city and region. If you can’t keep them under control until they go back, perhaps I should do something about them.” She glanced at her god-son, her smile grim. “Any suggestions, Verdigris?”
“Maybe Luna’s bored, and might want somepony to play with,” he said as he slowly got to his hooves. They all shivered at that thought.
“That’s too cruel, even for these,” she chided gently. “Gemstone?”
“Just send them home, Celestia,” the Unicorn replied softly as she watched Freewind, who now slept on the Princess’ back. I hope this doesn’t affect her.
“Hmm,” the Princess said, putting a hoof to her chin. “Two extremes. Which to choose?” She stood there for a moment with her head tilted to one side, then said, “I’ll send them home, and they’ll stay there, Full Sail. Next time, screen your deck-hooves better. If you don’t, I may have to give my god-son permission to kill them, if he needs to. I won’t have my ponies threatened. Not even my own sister escaped the consequences of her actions in that regard. Do I make myself clear?” She looked at him, her expression cool, aloof and unreadable.
“Y-yes, your Highness.”
“Good. Breakwater, I expect there will be consequences for your son’s reprehensible actions; if not from your hooves, then from mine. You don’t want the latter, I assure you. Assaulting anypony is against the law, and what your colt had in mind for my student earned him the beating Verdigris gave him.” She looked around at the ponies that gathered, and said, “I do not like the ‘mares don’t matter’ attitude that pervades this town. I would appreciate not hearing it, or hearing of it ever again. My sister wouldn’t tolerate it, and rest assured that I find it highly offensive. I expect much, much better of you, my ponies.”
“But – ”
“I don’t remember asking a question, so I don’t expect a reply, Magistrate. Your job is to enforce all my laws, equally, and without prejudice. If you can’t, I’ll find somepony who can and will, as Blackwolf told you four years ago. Do I make myself clear?” Breakwater nodded. “Good. Now, you will excuse us. I need to talk with my god-son and his family.” Celestia gently herded Verdigris and Gemstone before wrapping a wing over each. “Good day, my ponies.”
A few minutes after they’d cleared the town, Verdigris asked, “Did you have to do that?”
The Princess sighed. “Not really, but after I saw what happened in yours, your mother’s and sister’s minds, I had to take action. This is unconscionable, Verdigris. Nopony should do or have to fear such treatment.”
“You let them off easy enough,” he replied, his words and voice sharp with anger. “I don’t understand.”
“You may never understand me, Verdigris. My anger can lay mountains low. I cannot afford to lose my temper, especially over minor slights. You did what a good son is supposed to do: you protected your family. That you taught them a serious lesson is a bonus, but you should try to keep yourself under control. You have only begun to plumb your own depths. Two of those ponies have broken legs and ribs, one has a sprained back. They’ll walk again, but not until after time and therapy.” He stopped and looked at her, stunned. “Yes. You begin to see what you can do, and why you need to cultivate serenity. Imagine – and you can – what I could do if truly enraged. Look at the Everfree. It was once a peaceful city within a lovely forest, until I fought Luna and banished her. All that came from our conflict, that awful night.”
“Celestia?”
“Yes, Gemstone?”
“I - I...” she trailed off, unable to put her thoughts into words.
“We won’t speak of it until we’re in private, you and I, my former student.” Celestia smiled. “I’m afraid I’ve replaced you already. I think you’d like her. Anyway, we will discuss this,” she finished as a flight of Royal Guard Pegasai arrived. “Good. We will not be disturbed. Verdigris, will you watch your sister while we talk? She should be all right. Fillies, colts and foals are very resilient.”
“Yes, god-Dam. Do we need to talk?”
“Please, call me Celestia.” She sighed. “I’m afraid we do. You were right, that primer’s not enough. I’ll get you some books that will help, once we’re finished. Let’s go. Everypony’s had a rough day.” They continued on in silence, their thoughts all a-jumble.
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Celestia sat beside Gemstone in the living room, listening as she told her what had happened, keeping her temper in check. When her former student finished, she sighed. “What’s happening to him, Celestia?” the mare said through her sniffles. “H-he was like you.”
“You may not want to, but you need to know. You’re right, Gemstone, my blood did more than save his life; it made him like me. I’m afraid I miscalculated again. I forgot how powerful I’ve grown since the last time. Even a half-vial was nearly too much.” She lowered her head. “If I try the same thing again in the future, somepony will die. If they’re lucky. If not, the power will drive them mad.” A sniffle escaped. “I saw some things in him I didn’t think I ever would, Gemstone. Cold, calculating disdain, and a deep contempt.”
“You’re afraid he might become like Luna.” The statement hung there until Celestia nodded. “No, I don’t believe that could happen. There are too many differences, and he’s still the colt you fell in love with.” Celestia’s head popped up in surprise, and Gemstone smiled. “I can see it. You love him, as you love all your ponies. He doesn’t want to disappoint you, and we made sure he understands they don’t hate him. Well, other than Bluestreak.”
“Verdigris once wondered why he does, Gemstone,” the Princess replied. “I have no real idea, and I feel I should. This is uncharted territory.” Celestia watched as her former student thought.
“I don’t know what to think. I’m proud of him, and I’m a little afraid of him. I hope Freewind isn’t.”
“That will keep him in check, I think. Colts love their mothers and their sisters, and some would rather die than disappoint them.” Celestia glanced at the ceiling after feeling a stab of guilt from her god-son and sighed. “I’ll be back; I have to talk to him. He’s reached a threshold, and I need to ease him through it. Excuse me.”
Celestia stood and walked from the living room, climbed the stairs and knocked at his door. It opened to reveal Freewind, who looked up at her with awe. “Hello, Freewind. Are you all right?”
“Yes, Princess!” the filly chirped. “Is Verdigris in trouble?” she asked, her eyes sad and soulful. Verdigris sat on his bed, looking shaken, confused and guilt-ridden.
The Day Princess smiled gently. “No, he’s not,” she replied, keying her voice so he’d hear it. “But I need to talk to him about today. Go see your mother. She’s downstairs.” After the filly left, she closed the door, then turned and sat beside her god-son. “A copper for your thoughts,” she said gently.
He snorted. “I don’t know what to think,” he replied. “I really wanted to hurt them, Celestia, but after I clobbered Bluestreak, it was gone. It was just self-defense after that.”
“It was more than that, Verdigris. You ‘felt’ their real selves, and wanted to punish them.” He looked at her, his eyes asking questions. “You passed a threshold today. It only happens to Alicorns, but it isn’t the same for every pony. I was worried you might go too far, but I only had to watch.”
“Y-you mean – ?”
“Yes, I was there, watching from above. If you had actually killed any of them … but you didn’t, so we don’t have to worry about that.”
“Would you have killed me if you had to?” He hadn’t meant to say it, but it was too late to call it back. He looked to see tears in her eyes.
“Maybe,” she replied softly. “What I did would have depended on whether you felt remorse, but I couldn’t kill you or anypony. I’d have sent you to the moon.” She faced him with a twisted smile.
“Oh.” He put a hoof to his face. “I’d have found out for myself.” He sighed. “What happened to me?”
“It’s my fault. Too much blood, again. You’re beginning to tap your potential, Verdigris.”
“Then – ” He stopped, then a shocked and haunted look came into his eyes. “How do you stand it?”
“I take it a day at a time, try not to think about it, and find little, safe releases. Most of all, I cherish the time I spend with my ponies, especially my students, friends and those I’ve loved.” Celestia looked out the window at the sea. “What a view. I think you may have it easier than I, Verdigris. You know what it is to be different. I didn’t.”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t ready for what I found out, now and before,” he said after a few minutes. “I don’t want to lose anypony, especially not Honey Bunch.”
“I don’t think you will. You’re the way you were before you ‘blossomed’, I suppose is the best way to describe it. There may come a time when you reach your potential and don’t revert, but I can’t say for sure. We’re in uncharted terrirory, as I told your mother.”
He sighed. “I could feel mom was afraid of me. I don’t want that, and I don’t want Freewind to be afraid of me, either.” He stood and walked to the window, looking out. “Now I know what Frankensteed’s monster meant: ‘I will revenge my injuries: if I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear’.” He stood there, and Celestia’s breath caught as her memory supplied the rest: and chiefly towards you my arch-enemy, because my creator, do I swear inextinguishable hatred. Have a care: I will work at your destruction, nor finish until I desolate your heart, so that you shall curse the hour of your birth.
Verdigris turned, walked back and wrapped his wings around his god-Dam. “No, I don’t mean that. I said I understood its feelings. So maybe it’s all your fault. Blame won’t help anypony.”
Celestia leaned into his shoulder, tears running from her eyes. “Thank you,” she murmured. “I thought I had everything under control, and I may have made it worse.”
“No, you didn’t. I’m here, ain’t I?” he said with an over-done Oceanside accent. He smiled briefly. “I just have to be careful, and I need to learn what I can do. I remember what you said in your letters about power and responsibility. It just hit home.” He pulled back to look into her eyes. “Are they hurt that bad?” She nodded silently. “I’ll cover their hospital bills until they leave. I put them there, after all.”
Celestia’s closed her eyes and leaned into him again, smiling. “I have nothing to worry about. If you feel that way, you’ll be fine.” She pulled back and smiled. “Can you forgive me?”
“As much as you need me to,” he replied. “But you’ve got to forgive yourself, too, just like I have to forgive myself for what I just did.”
Celestia blinked, then smiled. “Oh, you’ve been speaking with Michael?”
“No, I’ve been reading some books he sent me.” Verdigris shivered. “I hope they’re not what I think they are: His life story. If they are, he’s been through hay twice, and went back for more.”
“That might be true. He’ll tell you, one way or the other.” Celestia stood and looked into his eyes again. After a few seconds she nodded. “All right. I can’t do more than warn you, but you have an idea what can go wrong, Verdigris. Be careful, god-son.” She leaned close and kissed him just below his horn. “I’ll just talk to your mother, and be on my way. Sometime again.”
He nodded, and she left the room, making her way downstairs to join Gemstone and Freewind. “He’s all right. He had a bad scare, and should be fine.”
Gemstone let go a sigh of relief as Freewind said, “He’s still my big brother, aunt Celestia. I’m not gonna walk away.”
Celestia crouched down to the filly’s level and smiled. “And you shouldn’t, Freewind. Family’s important. In the end, they’re all you have.” Thank you for telling me that, Michael. Now I truly understand what you meant. She straightened after ruffling her mane. “Go up, if you want. He probably needs cheering up.”
Celestia watched as she trotted upstairs, a smile playing on her lips. Her eyes widened in surprise when the filly came back. “He’s okay. Just thinking,” she said as she stood by her mother.
“What about Bluestreak?” Gemstone asked.
“I’ll give Breakwater my recommendations, but I think he’ll take care of that on his own.” The Princess sighed. “The story about magistrates’ foals is true: They’re worse than anypony. That will change, I promise you.”
“I’m sorry you had to come for this, Celestia.”
“You couldn’t have known, Gemstone, and I came because I had to. He could have fallen so easily; it’s a testament to you and Hawkfeather that he didn’t.” She smiled briefly. “And I got a chance to see him in his power. That was worth it. Now I know there’s nothing to worry about.” She looked as the door opened, and Surestrike stepped inside. “You got here fast.”
“Unicorn Guards and teleportation spells are meant to be used,” he replied, as though it was obvious.
“All right. We’ll be leaving shortly. I’ll want you to come back in about a week and take a good look at this town, Surestrike. There’s a lot wrong here, and we need to change it before it’s too late. If it isn’t already.” The Pegasus nodded and exited.
“Gemstone, I want you to watch him carefully. He’s past the hard part, but he may need comfort and reassurance. He did more harm than I thought possible, and I know he’s scared of himself. Don’t let him withdraw. That will only make things worse,” Celestia told her former student.
“I won’t, Celestia.”
“Good.” Celestia hugged Gemstone, then laid a wing on Freewind’s head. The filly smiled and enjoyed the warmth. “I have to go, but I’ll be back if you need me. Sometime again, my ponies.” The door opened on its own, and she walked outside, savoring the sea breeze. She sighed, and walked over to the gathering of Guards, noting the Unicorns seemed very tired. “Did you bother to rest?”
“You said be quick,” Surestrike replied. “Blaze had everypony take a turn.”
Celestia looked at the lieutenant, who nodded. “We’ve practiced this a few times, Highness,” he said tiredly, his eyes half-lidded with fatigue. “We might need a few minutes.”
“No, gather everypony close by. I’ll take us home.” They crowded together, avoiding touching her. “Good. Everypony maintain contact,” she said, laying her wings across four ponies’ backs. She tilted her head back, smiled enigmatically and they all vanished. A single white primary fluttered to the ground.
A honey-gold Pegasus mare wearing a green pendant stepped around the side of the house, walked over and picked the feather up. She looked at it, then north, and nodded to herself. “I’ll be there soon enough,” she said as she trotted home with a smile. “I can’t ignore that big a hint.”
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Verdigris came downstairs after Celestia exited, and Gemstone looked at him carefully. “Are you all right?”
“I will be,” he replied softly as he stopped and lifted Freewind onto his back. She wrapped her forelegs around his neck and smiled.
Gemstone smiled at them, then looked startled before a look of almost-pain crossed her face. “Oh, no. W-we need to get to the hospital,” she gasped. “Y-your brother’s coming.”
Verdigris gasped, then looked at Freewind, who looked frightened. “Hold on,” he said tightly as he moved to his mother’s side. He laid a wing on her back, closed his eyes and his horn glowed. “We don’t have time to walk or tell anypony, mother.”
“You – ” Her mouth clamped shut as another contraction struck. “You can read minds?” she asked, incredulously.
Dad, get to the hospital. It’s time. He smiled as the light grew. “No. I just know you. Here we go.” The light flashed, and they were gone.