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// Relief 
// Story: The Clash of Worlds 
// by Scarfish 
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Fish was well into his second year of high school and he was more scared then ever. 

It was getting close to christmas and Fish was sitting in his language class when he noticed something. A colt named Pyrails (which is "of fire" in greek) entered the room holding a brush. Pyrails was a pony that Fish and his friends had picked on for years. He had two classes with him athletics class and the one he was in right now. Fish knew what that brush ment and was unable to control himself.

"Your paint brush! I know what you are! Im just like you." Fish yelled. 

Pyrails was startled by Fish's sudden outburst. "No you don't" answered Pyrails quitely. 

Fish accepted him to doubt that he was an artist. "Trust me Pyrails, I do." Fish locked eyes with him to show he was telling the truth. 

The other ponies looked at Fish with confused looks and asked him what he was talking about. He just shruged them off. He was so happy that he couldn't focus on what his teacher was saying the entire class period.

After class had ended Pyrails approached Fish "So you are an artist also?"

Fish did everything in his power to stop himself from hugging him. "Yep, sure am. I paint every night." responded Fish.

Fish wasnt going to risk being seen with this awkward pony and took off before they could continue there conversation.

Some days later Fish was walking home after school and listening to music. Out of his eye he spotted Pyrails hoping over the creek towards him. 

"Hey Pyrails, whats up?" Fish said.

"Just walking home" responded Pyrails. Both of them were thinking the same thing and immediatly started talking about art. Fish was so happy to finally talk about art with another pony his age. On Fish's walk home the talked about everything painting. Half way through the walk Pyrails said something that made him feel sick. 

"So in the morning you and your friends give us crap for, well being us. If you wanted to could you say something when they do it again?" said Pyrails.

This hit Fish like a ton of bricks. He had unknowingly treated a pony who shared a real connection to who he really was like trash. How could he do something like this? Fish felt a flood of emotions and most of it was anger. 

"Of course I will" replied Fish.

Over the next couple days Fish did a lot of thinking and not a lot of sleeping.