Edited by TacoTown and Furta E
Chapter 9
“So then I had to plunge my hand into-” Ethan was saying.
“We’re here, thank Celestia.” Applejack said, letting out a long, tired, aggravated sigh.
To a normal pony, what Ethan had been telling her would’ve been easy to write off as an overactive imagination; at the very worst her mind would’ve conveniently forgotten about it and pushed it into a very small shelf in her brain. Unfortunately, when you can discern the true meaning behind words, at least unless they’re a gods, than they stay fresh in your memory. Forever…
“Oh good, I’ve really worked up an appetite.” Ethan replied with a grin as they walked into the dining room.
Sitting at the table were both ambassadors, along with Celestia, Cadence, and Twilight. Luna was distinctly missing, as was Shining Armor and Prince Blueblood. There was a shocked intake of breath from Cadence, while Ambassador Nymira whistled appreciatively at Ethan’s scar covered chest; Ambassador Sharp simply raised an eyebrow and Twilight and Celestia sighed internally. This was going to be a long lunch.
“Hi, guys, what’s for lunch?” Ethan asked as he nonchalantly walked into the room with Applejack trotting along beside him.
“Ethan, why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” Celestia asked.
“Rarity has it.” Ethan replied with a shrug while he walked closer to the table. Instead of bowing, Ambassador Sharp simply nodded to Ethan who returned the gesture easily before taking a seat in-between Twilight and Cadence. The pink alicorn’s gaze settled on Ethan’s chest, and she shuddered once before turning back to her salad and determinedly taking another bite.
“I see. Well, at least you should have some new clothing by the end of the day.” Celestia said while she moved a glass of wine up to her face, and took a delicate sip.
“By the way, why is everyone staring at my chest? I mean I know that I’m dashingly handsome, but it’s starting to get a little creepy.” Ethan asked.
“It’s probably the fact that your chest looks like it was attacked by Butcher Pete.” Twilight answered dryly from beside him.
“It’s not that bad.” Ethan said with a shrug as he patted his chest with one hand. While they’d been talking, a servant had brought him a large cheese and meat sandwich, which the man quickly bit into. Ethan also pulled out his flask of whiskey, and took a sip to wash down the sandwich.
“Ethan, that’s more scars than the average ten guards receive in their lives combined.” Twilight told him as her robotic eye idly scanned the room for anything unusual. Not that she was expecting to find anything, but it wouldn’t do to let her guard down during a political climate as tense as the current one.
“They are quite impressive.” Ambassador Nymira said with a wink as she eyed Ethan’s chest admirably.
“Thanks, my wife thinks so to.” Ethan replied, Nymira’s head cocked to the side for a second before she chuckled.
“So that’s the way it is. Well, a girl can still admire beauty when it’s sitting in front of her.” Nymira said with a final tiny chuckle.
“That is a tremendously large collection of scars, although I cannot tell what it says about your fighting prowess.” Ambassador Sharp told Ethan, somehow his voice managed to avoid sounding condescending when he said it.
“Oh?” Ethan asked, not quite getting the meaning behind the words.
“The way my people see it the more scars a warrior has the less skilled he is or else he wouldn’t have received them in the first place. But judging from the report that I received courtesy of my wingbrother you are certainly formidable in combat.” Sharp replied
“Oh, I get it. Well you see, a lot of these are from when I was fresh out of the Vault and didn’t know what I was doing. At that point in my life the most dangerous thing that I’d ever held was a BB-gun so I made a lot of stupid mistakes.” Ethan told him with a shrug.
“Some of these appear to be quite recent.” Sharp said as he raised an eyebrow archly.
“Did I show you what a bullet does?” Ethan asked, and everyone at the table shook their heads, except for Twilight who looked at Ethan and smiled slightly. “Sparky, do you think that there’s anything that I can use to demonstrate?” Ethan asked his purple friend, who shook her head with a small chuckle.
“Sorry, Ethan, but we don’t exactly keep test dummies lying around for target practice in the middle of the dining room.” Twilight replied, her humor that had been for the most part eluding her for the majority of Ethan’s visit suddenly made a resurgence. “Although I think I might know where we can find one, if of course everyone doesn’t mind finishing their meals rather faster than originally intended.” She added with a sly grin.
“I don’t see why not, I’m full anyways.” Ambassador Nymira said with a chuckle as she pushed away what was left of her own sandwich.
“I as well would like to see a demonstration.” Ambassador Sharp agreed. Celestia opened her mouth to agree, but there was a sudden explosion from somewhere else in the palace and the sound of shouting.
“IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN I’LL PULL YOUR GODDESS DAMNED INSECT WINGS OFF OF YOU! YOU GIGANTIC FUCKING BUG!” It was the voice of Shining Armor…
Celestia cocked her head to the side and then let out a sigh. “It would seem that Shining Armor discovered that Chrysalis was paying my sister a visit and then shot her through the ceiling with an explosive magic missile.” Celestia informed the rest of the diners, with an expression of pure and absolute indifference on her face. “She’s still alive.” Celestia added with a small hint of a frown on her face that was imperceptible to all but Twilight.
“What was that, and pardon my French, BITCH! Doing here?” Cadence asked as her eyes took on a slightly red hue.
“I believe that my sister wanted to exchange sexual knowledge with her.” Celestia answered, rolling her eyes.
“That’s… wait. Why would Auntie Luna want to do that?” Cadence asked as a disgusted look overtook her previous anger.
“You’ll have to ask her that, because I assuredly don’t know.” Celestia replied with a shrug.
“Anyways, wasn’t Ethan going to show us something?” She asked, changing the subject away from her sister’s odd personal pursuits.
“Oh right, I was going to show you guys what a gun does.” Ethan said with a grin.
“I think I’ll go and find my husband, have to make sure that he didn’t hurt himself.” Cadence said, getting up from the table before departing quickly without another word.
“Alright, Sparky, lead the way.” Ethan told Twilight as he rose from his seat. Twilight led the others out of the room, leaving only Applejack and a guard behind who shook her head.
“When did everypony suddenly go crazy?” She asked the guard.
“I honestly have no idea.” He replied with a shrug.
***
Cassandra’s blue vertibird touched down on the landing pad of the NCR fort in the middle of Cazador Canyon, kicking up a small whirlwind of dust and sand as it did so. Cassandra was impressed. The NCR had worked hard on this fort and it showed. The central hub of the fort was made up of several large concrete buildings, which cast an imposing shadow on the walls of the canyon. Surrounding those buildings were four rows of Quonset huts that each looked to hold enough room for around thirty men. A thick wall ran around the fort, and a single metal door was the only access point. Men and women bustled around the fort, going about their business without really paying attention to the landing vertibird.
Cassandra also made note of several dozen rangers armed with anti-material rifles stationed along the wall; besides them there were also several rangers carrying the slim shapes of bush guns walking among the others. Not only that, but she spotted somewhere between twenty and thirty heavy troopers, each armed with a light machineguns.
“Boone, you know more about the NCR military than I do; is this their normal intimidation factor, or does something actually have them spooked enough to think that this much firepower is necessary?” Cassandra asked.
“The second. Hell, you’d think that they were expecting an army.” Boone replied softly as his trained eyes scanned the controlled chaos going on around them.
“Well, I guess we’ve delayed long enough. Let’s go try and find Susan.” Cassandra told Boone, who nodded and they both got up from their seats.
To Cassandra’s slight surprise, General Susan met them right on the edge of the landing pad. The general’s long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her light blue eyes quickly ran over Cassandra’s body. Her eyebrows rose as her eyes traveled easily, spotting each of the many weapons that Cassandra had brought with her before she shook her head once and offered Cassandra her hand to shake.
“It’s my pleasure to welcome you to the NCR Cazador Canyon fort.” Susan said as Cassandra gave her hand a firm shake.
“You’ve certainly done a nice job with it.” Cassandra replied, nodding around at the various buildings.
“Thank you. The NCR always builds to withstand any force, no matter how strong” Susan said as if repeating a line that she’d said a million times before, and out of the corner of her eye Cassandra saw Boone smirk slightly. “That means a lot coming from you, Cassandra.” Susan added, much more quietly.
“Any time, General.” Cassandra said, catching on immediately and raising the level of formality in her approach. “Might I request a more private place to speak with you?” Cassandra asked.
“Yes, we’ll talk in my office.” Susan replied before setting off towards the concrete buildings.
They weaved through traffic as the NCR soldiers attempted to give their general the right level of respect by clearing a path, but at the same time being struck dumb by the sight of the fabled Courier walking next to their general. Cassandra’s messy red hair blew into her eyes as the wind whistled through it, but she ignored it. This wasn’t the time to be seen doing something as superficial as straightening her hair.
After a ten minute walk through the main encampment, it was another five minutes of walking until they reached Susan’s office. The three stepped inside and Cassandra found that the place was far more interesting than her office. In the center was a holo map, and Cassandra could easily see the outline of the fort and the surrounding canyon.
A large anti-material rifle hung behind the fossilized redwood desk that sat just in front of the far wall, and several wall mounted terminals also took up quite a bit of space. Cassandra noted that they were used to see out of the security cameras that she’d had noticed out of the corner of her eyes as they had made their way towards the building; after her time in the Sierra Madre Cassandra could spot a security camera the second that she rounded a corner.
“Not a bad looking office, General, now why don’t you tell me what all that firepower outside was for?” Cassandra asked once the door had been closed behind them. Boone leaned against it, and Susan had sat down in her chair while Cassandra elected to stand. Susan’s distant demeanor faded and a worried from appeared on her face.
“I. Don’t. Know.” Susan said with a grimace. “All I know is that I sent a squad of some of my best veteran rangers out to investigate last night. They’ve missed every single check-in since they reported finding a small cavern in the side of one of the cliffs near that burned village near the beginning of the path.” Susan continued. Boone whistled and Cassandra’s eyes narrowed. Anything that could take out an entire squad of ranger vets was trouble, and Cassandra had the feeling that she knew exactly what they were facing. She’d been worried about it for a long time, and now it appeared that her fears were coming true.
“Susan, I think I know what’s at work here. How much do you know about the Divide?”
***
Wadsworth looked up from his busy job of cleaning the presidential suite and watching over the twins to see that a dark figure had just stepped out of the elevator and was now standing right behind him.
“Well, if it isn’t Batman.” Wadsworth deadpanned.
“I’m here to see Cassandra.” The man with the braided hair said quietly.
“I’m sorry, but Miss Cassandra is currently out investigating a strange disturbance near the town of Goodsprings. Would you like to leave her a message?” The robot asked.
“If she’s there already… I have to go.” Ulysses said abruptly as his eyes narrowed in worry.
“Suicidal odds?” Wadsworth asked, although it was more of a statement really.
“Yes, this is worse than I had feared.” Ulysses replied as he made his way towards the door. Suddenly, the twins began to cry and Wadsworth let out a sigh as he drifted towards the nursery; Ulysses appeared beside him and gazed at the two redheaded twins. “New life seems to have taken root, I’ll see to it that their tree survives.”
“Yes, that’s very poetic. Now would you please get out of my way so that I may go about the wonderfully enjoyable task of changing them?” Wadsworth asked the man, who stepped aside with a dry chuckle and headed once more towards the elevator. Once Ulysses had departed and Wadsworth had finished changing diapers, the robot sighed and returned to cleaning.
***
The group walked into the palace courtyard where a group of guards was sparring with some training equipment.
“Yeah, this looks about right.” Ethan said with a nod as he looked around. “So, Sparky, what did you have in mind?” Ethan asked Twilight. “Because those targets don’t look tough or thick enough to stop my bullets, and I really don’t feel like getting yelled at because I accidentally shot someone on the other side of that wall” He added gesturing towards a row of targets that were set up against one of the nearby walls.
“I was thinking that you could use the same thing that the unicorn members of the guard use when they’re testing their anti-air spells.” Twilight replied as she nodded at a pile of black disks that were lying on the ground nearby.
“Isn’t leaving those lying around a tripping hazard?” Ethan asked.
“Talk to Shining about it. Now, how many do you want to shoot?” Twilight asked as she grabbed a few dozen in her magic’s grip.
“Let’s go for thirteen.” Ethan replied with a smile.
“Ethan, your pistol only holds six shots.” Twilight told him.
“I know; that’s where the fun starts.” Ethan said with a wide grin.
“Just don’t make a fool out of yourself, or a bigger fool at least.” Twilight told him with a slight twinkle in her eye.
“You wound me, Sparky.” Ethan replied with a grin. “Oh, and can someone clear the skies for me? I don’t want to shoot some random pegasus.” Ethan asked. Twilight’s horn began to glow and a purple shield rose over the courtyard.
“That should destroy the bullet when it hits.” Twilight told Ethan with a grin.
“Are you ready yet?” Celestia asked. Honestly, she was impressed that Ethan had gone through as many steps to insure that her little ponies were safe. She still didn’t really like the man, he was too brash along with being kind of an ass, but the fact that he cared enough to make sure her ponies were safe made her feel a bit better about him overall.
“All set Sunny. Alright, Sparky, toss them.” He told Twilight, who threw all thirteen disks into the air.
Ethan’s pistol flashed six times before any of the assembled watchers could even draw a breath, and six of the disks exploded into tiny black bits. Ethan’s hand moved rapidly as he shoved another clip into the dependable pistol and dispatched six more of the disks mere seconds later. The final disk was about half way to the ground when Ethan’s final shot caused it to explode as well. There was a moment of shocked silence from the assembled watchers until the Solar Guard broke into applause, and was soon followed by the two ambassadors along with Celestia.
“It reminds me of our matchlocks.” Ambassador Nymira told Ethan, while her eyes ran over the pistol inquisitively. “You wouldn’t mind letting me borrow it would you?” She asked as a sudden gleam entered her inquisitive eyes.
“Sorry, but this is my wife’s. If I let you borrow it and something happened she’d probably castrate me. Besides, I don’t feel like handing an extremely effective weapon over to a race of warriors. No offence, but that’s usually a bad idea.” Ethan told her with a shrug.
“I would think that I would be turned down for similar reasons?” Ambassador Sharp asked, and Ethan nodded once. “After a demonstration like this, I now see why are so riddled with scars. Color me impressed with your durability.” Sharp told him.
“Thanks, but this isn’t nearly the strongest gun I’ve got with me. Hell, this is only a sidearm.” Ethan said with a chuckle as he slid a fresh clip into the pistol, and then put it back into its holster on his hip.
“It’s essentially a dagger; your main weapons must be incredible!” Nymira said excitedly.
“Yeah, they are. They’re also DNA locked only to work for me, so I hope that no one feels like snooping.” Ethan replied with a grin before he turned back to Twilight, leaving the two ambassadors to exchange slightly guilty looks. They’d both been thinking about the exact same thing, and it was now written across their faces. “So, Sparky, what else can I do today? I’m bored.” Ethan asked the unicorn, who shook her head and sighed.
“Ethan, I don’t think that there’s anything else that you ca-” Twilight was interrupted by the sudden entry of a member of the guard.
“Princess Celestia! I have an urgent missive that you must view at once!” The guard told the white alicorn as he presented her a scroll in a small container. Celestia accepted the container with her magic before she pulled out the scroll and held it before her eyes. She let out a surprised gasp and then snorted angrily.
“What’s up, Sunny?” Ethan asked as he reached for the scroll.
“A group of diamond dogs have attacked Ponyville.” Celestia said as her eyes narrowed dangerously.
“What?!” Twilight asked in surprise.
“It’s just hitting me; every one of your cities or towns is a horse pun isn’t it?” Ethan asked Twilight, who turned to glare at him.
“Ponyville is my home.” She said quietly, her blue robotic eye hummed a little as her eyes bored into Ethan’s.
“Sorry, Sparky, I didn’t remember.” Ethan told her with a slight sigh.
“This letter also says that the diamond dogs hauled off the entire foal population of the town to work in their mines.” Celestia said, cutting off anything that Twilight would’ve said.
A sudden chill descended upon the group. Even in times of war children were not to be touched for any reason other than a catastrophic malfunction or an extreme miscalculation. It was the unspoken law of Equestria and the lands surrounding it. Ethan’s ordinarily warm and happy blue eyes turned frigid as a pair of glaciers, and all the happiness within them died immediately.
“I can send some of my men with your response team if you’d like.” Nymira told Celestia, who nodded and flashed a quick smile. Not to be outdone by the griffins Sharp added.
“I as well shall send a squad from my guard to accompany your valiant soldiers on this rescue mission.”
“I’m coming too.” Ethan said in a clipped tone. All eyes turned to the man who was now glowering darkly; the look on his face could’ve sent a hydra running in fear after just a glance.
“Are you sure that you should?” Celestia asked, causing Ethan to turn his stare on her.
“I’ll be going with them.” Ethan said evenly. It wasn’t a question, it was a command.
Celestia had stared down insane unicorn wizards on the cusps of taking over the world, mad kings with evil ambitions, gigantic monsters large enough to leave Canterlot in rubble after a single sweep of their claws, and dragons so powerful that they might as well have been forces of nature. As well as mad gods who sought to turn the world to ash beneath their hooves, all without so much as blinking a single violet eye.
But when she gazed into Ethan’s eyes she saw something that she’d never seen when facing any of those mighty opponents. It was anger. Anger so potent that it could’ve burned down her entire city in a matter of seconds. Celestia was no stranger to anger, but Ethan’s anger was different. Ordinarily when she saw anger it was expressed through rage, or occasionally the calm type of anger that made someone nearly unstoppable. Ethan’s anger was an odd cocktail of self-loathing, righteous fury, and vehement hate that was nearly blood-boiling hot.
Celestia didn’t flinch, she didn’t blink, instead she simply returned Ethan’s stare. But in that moment Celestia’s opinion of Ethan changed significantly. Before she had taken him to be an impotent fool, despite what Twilight had told her Celestia just couldn’t take the man seriously. Now however Celestia looked behind that façade and saw the true man underneath. He was deadly and strong, and there was something eating at his very soul. She didn’t know what it was, but if she had to guess then Celestia would bet that it had something to do with children.
“I see. Very well then, you may go with the team.” Celestia said, neither one of them turned away or broke eye contact until Twilight interrupted them.
“I’m going too, Tia.” Twilight said.
“Absolutely not!” Celestia said, turning to her marefriend. “You’re not following him into a fight that could get you killed Twilight, I won’t go through that again!” Celestia near-yelled.
“Tia, may I talk to you privately?” Twilight asked quietly in the tone that she only used when things were desperate.
“Ambassadors, I’m afraid that I must cut our audience short. Ethan, go and retrieve your combat gear and meet back here in ten minutes.” Celestia said before turning back to Twilight; they both vanished in a flash of white light.
“Well, this certainly complicates things significantly.” Ambassador Sharp told Ambassador Nymira, who nodded her white feathery head.
“Yeah, now it’s a real party.” She said with a wicked grin.
“I despise you.” Sharp replied with a clack of his beak and a glare as his black furred back leg stamped the ground.
“And I think you’re cute, so I guess we’ll both have to compromise.” Nymira replied with a chuckle. “Still, this means that my griffins will be able to upstage your griffs, yet again.” She added with a twinkle in her red eyes. Sharp made a sound of anger somewhere between a hiss and a screech before turning away and heading towards the room his guards were currently occupying.
“Strange day, eh?” Nymira asked Ethan. She received no answer, the man had already left.
***
Ethan strode into Rarity’s room with a dark, brooding step, carrying him quickly to the spot where the white unicorn was sitting on a couch casually sewing something.
“I need my armor.” Ethan told her simply.
“Good, because I just finished the final stitch.” Rarity told him with a smile as she lifted the fabric off of her lap with her TK, and presented it to Ethan.
She’d done a truly marvelous job. In Ethan’s slightly detached opinion he noted that it looked better, and stronger, than the original had. The riot gear plates had been reinforced by the same gold plate that the guard wore, along with a thick weave of silver chainmail that ran behind the plates. The fabric of the duster itself had been given two thick, distinctive red lines that ran up either side of the duster. Ethan was worried about how much the new reinforcements would add to the weight of the armor, but as he slid it on and found that if anything it weighed less than it had before.
“I added a few enchantments free of charge. It now weighs about as much as a tunic, is moderately fireproof, and should keep even the worst cold at bay.” Rarity explained as Ethan’s face showed his attempt to understand why the armor now weighed less.
“Thank you, I’ll use it well.” Ethan told her before abruptly turning on his heel and striding briskly out of the room without a backwards glance, although Rarity caught sight of his whiskey flask in his right hand.
***
“Why would you want to go charging into harm’s way, Twilight?” Celestia asked Twilight from where they were sitting on her bed.
“Two reasons Tia. Firstly, I’m bored out of my skull here and you know it.” Twilight told Celestia, who sighed but nodded, she too was bored and even the tense war negotiations hadn’t been enough to actually excite her lately.
“And the second reason?” Celestia asked.
“I’ve never seen Ethan look like that, never. Tia, he looks like he’s about to go on an uncountable killing spree, and I’m the only one here who knows him enough to calm him down if he gets out of hand.” Twilight told her marefriend. “But besides that I’ve also never seen him drink as much as he has during the one full day that he’s been here. I spent a little over a week with him and the only time he touched alcohol was when he was feeling depressed or needed to talk. I think that there’s something eating at him Tia.” Twilight continued, and Celestia nodded.
“There is. I couldn’t find out exactly what it is, but there is something troubling the man.” Celestia replied with a slight shiver. “It’s something terrible, Twilight…” She added more quietly.
“I can tell from his eyes. I’ll make sure that he doesn’t do anything that he’ll regret Tia.” Twilight whispered into Celestia’s ear, before she gave the elder mare a kiss on the lips and teleported away leaving Celestia lying on her bed, alone. Celestia sighed and wondered how long it would take for Luna to show up to regal her with tales of changeling reproduction methods.
“Sister, you won’t believe what I learned from Chrysalis!” Luna said excitedly as she appeared next to Celestia on the bed. Apparently it was just going to be one of those days.
“Lulu, what would mother say about your obsession with sex?” Celestia asked.
“She’d congratulate me on the breadth of my carnal knowledge and tell you not to be a hypocritical prude.” Luna replied with a smirk. Celestia sighed deeply as she took the letter out of her pocket demission and passed it to Luna.
“They kidnapped every child in the town?!” Luna shouted in angry surprise.
“Yes, and they’re currently being used as slave labor by a group of diamond dogs.” Celestia answered with an angry snarl.
“Then why aren’t you leading the assault to bring them back home?” Luna asked.
“Because we’re both needed here. I’m dispensing Shining Armor and a squadron of the Solar Guard to deal with it.” Celestia replied.
“You think that they can take down an entire mine full of diamond dogs with only one squad?” Luna asked incredulously.
“Both ambassadors have decided to add to the effort, and Ethan is dragging Twilight there as well. I think that they’ll be sufficient.” Celestia said with a tired sigh.
“Should I go as well?” Luna asked.
“No, like I said I need you here, Luna.” Celestia answered.
“Alright, Celly, I guess I’ll go take a nap than.” Luna told Celestia before she got off of the bed and walked out of the room.
“Be safe Twilight.” Celestia murmured before she too got to her hooves. There was another delegation coming to Canterlot today, and Celestia was happy to say that they’d be more than welcome allies in the capital.
***
“So this thing flies?” Ethan asked Twilight uncertainly as they stood together on one of the golden carriages. His face was still dark and angry, but it had chilled down now and wasn’t quite as volatile.
“Yes, it’s a simple spell really.” Twilight replied. She was once again wearing the combat armor that Ethan had gotten for her back when she had first arrived in the wasteland.
“Is everyone ready?” Shining Armor shouted over the din and bustle of the courtyard. There were several dozen loud replies that all boiled down to yes. “Alright then, let’s get on with this.” Shining shouted.
Ethan’s fingers tightened around the rail in front of him as the sky carriage suddenly lifted off of the ground under the power of two strong stallions of the Solar Guard. All around them, carriages took off while at the same time hippogriffs and griffins took to the air themselves. The trip was short enough that the two races didn’t mind the flight; in fact to them it was a good way to warm up their muscles for the coming combat. Ethan took a sip from his whiskey bottle and slowly loaded his shotgun, the Dinner Bell, with flechette rounds.
“Are you okay, Ethan?” Twilight asked him.
“No, but I will be soon.” Ethan replied with a grim smile; the sun was just beginning to set.
***
Cassandra suddenly cursed loudly, interrupting whatever Susan had been about to say.
“What?” Susan asked.
“I just realized why I’ve felt like I was missing something.” Cassandra replied.
“Why was it?” Boone asked interestedly.
“Ethan took one of my special grenades.” Cassandra said with a frown.
“Which one?” Boone asked.
“One of my holy frag grenades.” Cassandra said with a scowl. “He’d better not use it; I was saving those for something.”
“I’m sure he’ll return it. What could he possibly use it for?” Boone asked.
“I don’t know, but knowing Ethan…”
Editor’s Note:
G’day, everyone.
Furta E here.
Due to unforseen circumstances; I am no longer able to edit Light Wanderings.
I will miss editing this, mainly because it is my first experimental dip into the lake that is FimFiction.
Anywho, thanks for sticking around to read this.