Chapter 13
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“If you take a life, do you know what you'll give? Odds are, you won't like what it is. When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me by the merciless eyes I’ve deceived?
“I’ve seen diamonds cut through harder men than you yourself, but if you must pretend, you may meet your end.”
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Stalliongrad was a typical Rus city, and that wasn’t flattering. For some reason, every Rus city seemed slovenly, with trash in the streets, drunken ponies passed out in various public places, poorly-up-kept buildings and the constabulary didn’t do anything they didn’t feel a need to do. When they did, it was often beyond what was required, physically. Stalliongrad only “improved” on that. The air seemed a mix of desperation and depression and frustration. Nopony lived there if they had a choice. Stalliongrad had its bits of beauty, which only exaggerated the nastier parts. The rich sections were cordoned-off, separate from the rest of the city. There was resentment, but also private “security” that prevented reprisals. Stalliongrad seemed to be a city that defined contrariness, contradiction and aberration.
Verdigris soared high above the city, gliding, instead of what he called “cruising”. He’d come to get Bronyiev, and began to realize the problem he’d set for himself when he saw how big Stalliongrad really was. It doesn’t matter. If I can’t find him right away, I’ll keep him from leaving. Let’s see if I can do this. He landed in the center of the city, near Gorky Park. It was deserted, despite the mild weather (for Stalliongrad), and the lights. He closed his eyes and concentrated. His horn glowed, then shown, then blazed, and finally erupted, shooting greenish-white fire skyward. He stood there for nearly a minute, and the clouds began to form, then spiral around him. He finished and looked as the storm began coming together, the winds picking up while thunder rumbled from all directions. Let anypony leave, now, he thought.
“You!” somepony shouted in Rus. Verdigris turned to see two Unicorn Constables approaching, their nightsticks out. “What are you doing?”
“Good, you’re here. This will make it easier,” he replied, surprising them. He grabbed them in an breakable grip, dragged them to him and looked up as they struggled to break free of his telekinesis. “Tell Viktor Bronyiev the whirlwind he ordered is here, and the Stormhawk is here to see him. He’s going to pay for his fun.” His eyes hardened, and his voice rattled nearby windows as he said, “Everypony else is to stay away from me, if they don’t want to get caught in the cross-fire. I’ve a score to settle here, and I won’t tolerate any interference. Do I make myself clear?”
Both Constables shook with fright, but still nodded. “Good. Now get out of this before you get hurt. Blown debris kills more ponies than lightning or even flooding.” He dropped them, and they fled. He looked around, then began walking. “Now the waiting and search begins.”
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Celestia waited with Gemstone and Firelance while Freewind was in surgery, comforting them both. She shuddered as she remembered the shots through Hawkfeather and Sky Watcher’s foreheads to finish them off. Verdigris is right, but I can’t condone what he might do, she thought. Even if all he does is bring him in, he has to pay the penalty for rushing off without permission. She looked at Honey Bunch and Sea Grass, who’d chosen to wait with them, instead of staying at the Grange. What will this do to them? I can’t help but worry their relationship might take a hit.
“Princess?” Blackhoof’s voice startled her out of her thoughts.
“Yes, doctor?”
“Freewind’s out of surgery. She’ll recover, but I don’t know what her mental state will be.”
Celestia nodded. “I think we can wait until she’s released before we address that issue. Could you piece together what happened?”
“You’ve got some good investigators, Highness. We think Sky tried to get help first, and he was killed immediately. Then Freewind, and she made it by climbing and turning as soon as she was out the door. Hawkfeather said goodbye to Gemstone and charged out, and they got him after a hard fight. That’s when they retreated to the bathroom, where Verdigris found them.” He looked at the pair and sighed. “Gemstone got a good look at him, and I think that frightened her more than the rest. What happened?”
“It was Luna all over again. He grew cool, distant and aloof, but managed not to show it, if he even knew it was happening. I’m not sure he did. Whatever she did three years ago was working on him from then, and this – right after a perfect day – brought it out. I don’t know what he’ll do, and I’m worried.”
“You're worried he’ll become just like her.” Celestia nodded. “It’s possible, but I doubt it. Nopony noticed anything until today, and I think he’d have been fine without the provocation.”
“I wish I could be as sanguine, Blackhoof. Until I know, I’ll have to treat him as a threat. You have no idea how that feels,” Celestia replied as a nurse escorted Gemstone and Firelance to Freewind’s room. “He’s not as powerful as myself or Luna, but he can do some real damage.”
Blackhoof nodded to himself. “We’ll have to wait until he either returns or is brought in to assess him, but my gut tells me he’s going to come out of this okay, but not all right. Not after this.” He shook his head. “I don’t think anypony could.”
Celestia nodded sadly. Just like Luna. I didn’t see it coming, and this time I missed my chance to stop it. She closed her eyes and fought to keep the tears back. She opened her eyes when two pair of wings draped over her in a hug. “You couldn’t have known,” Honey Bunch said.
“H-how’d you know what I was thinking?”
“I didn’t, but you had that look again. I can’t stand it.”
Celestia smiled to herself, and enjoyed the comforting, until all three mares looked north with wide eyes. “You felt that?”
“I certainly did,” Honey replied. “It’s Verdigris. What in Tarterus is he doing?”
“Language, Honey.”
“Oh, buck that,” Sea Grass snapped. “If what we felt is right, he just built a huge storm out of nothing.” She closed her eyes, concentrating on the disturbance no Pegasus could ignore. “It’s … like he built a wall. Why?”
Celestia thought, then blinked. “He’s making sure only he can get in or out.”
“Nopony else? Not even by flying over?”
“You’re smarter than that, Grass. It’s higher than most if not all Pegasai can fly.”
Honey Bunch looked at her for a few seconds. “Who’s he going after? The one who did … that?”
“Yes, he is, and I don’t know what to do. Half of me wants to stop him, but the other wants to let him go on with his – well, he called it punishment.”
“It won’t bring them back. He’s got to know that.”
Celestia nodded. “He knows, Grass. I think it goes all the way back to when they first arrived, and Bronyiev’s going to pay for all of it.”
“What will you do when it’s over?” Honey Bunch asked, her eyes strangely neutral.
“He has to pay for what he’s done. The law doesn’t change for Guards or Patrol. All I hope is I don’t have to fight him. I don’t know if I could go through that again.” Celestia leaned into the hug, and the tears she could no longer hold back began to run. “I think I’d rather die.”
Honey and Grass flinched, but didn’t move. For her to say that... Honey couldn’t finish the thought. Grass only hugged the Princess tighter, letting her know she wasn’t the only pony who was worried about Verdigris.
He’s right, they’re special. I hope he remembers that when it’s finally out of his system, Celestia thought. I should have told you not to mess it up, and it’s too late, son. I hope you can forgive me.
Of course I do. It’s not your fault, mom. It’s not any single pony’s fault, he replied. But, that doesn’t change the fact Bronyiev tried to murder my entire family, and that’s beyond forgiveness. Whatever happens after, this has to be done. There’s no way this is the first time. And so, I’m going to set a few things right, and pay the price for it. That won’t stop me from enjoying his whimpering and pleading for his life, of course.
What are you planning? Celestia asked, but there was no reply, or any indication he’d even heard. He’s doing whatever. I just hope there’s a silver lining to this.
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A black shadow stalked Stalliongrad’s streets while the storm raged. It walked calmly through the gale-force winds it had conjured-up from nowhere, seeking its prey, occasionally accosting ponies who’d been caught outside. It asked questions roughly, knowing anypony out in severe weather was either desperate or up to no good; bad weather hid a lot of sins. It was a truism that the worse the weather, the worse the sins.
After a few hours, the shade was finally told what it wanted to know, and strode purposely toward the docks. It seemed to fume about that piece of information. It should have been obvious.
Sometimes ponies would cross the shadow’s path, and they’d stop in their tracks. They didn’t see much, but they felt something dangerous was nearby, and left immediately. Others, with worse motives, sought out the wraith with intent to stop it, and paid a steep price for their ignorance. What they faced was like nothing and nopony before, and they were lucky they weren’t the intended target. He didn’t touch them, but let his fearsome appearance and Presence chase them away. Those not easily intimidated were casually brushed aside with only minor injuries. The determined ones were brutally slammed out of the way. Word of his passing moved swiftly.
At the dock area’s fence line, the shadow paused, taking in the environment’s total feel. Fear ruled this area. Fear of a single pony who reigned like a cheap, violent and tawdry copy of the Princess.
Pain leached out of a few buildings. Ponies had been mentally and physically tormented, some to the breaking point, others to death. Stormhawk watched, then tensed as he felt a stab of pain. Somepony was being “educated”, if he understood the mentality. No, I couldn’t stay away if I wanted or had to. He has to be stopped, and it looks like it’s up to me. His eyes narrowed as he studied the compound, then he looked up and concentrated, drawing the storm’s center overhead and tightening it to no more than a half-mile in diameter. The wind in this area was deceptively gentle; he knew outside that small zone the winds howled with a fury only he, Luna or Celestia could match. Stalliongrad would have clean streets for the first time in years, if what he saw was an indication. He grunted a laugh as he felt ponies flee for shelter from the storm, which lashed the city with torrential rain and gale-force winds. I wonder if I should send them the cleaning bill, he thought as he stood there, watching and waiting for something.
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Viktor Bronyiev sat behind his desk, watching the Unicorn squirm. His coat was scorched, charred in some places; fire could be an excellent persuader. His eyes were locked on the blowtorch as it moved closer, then pulled back. He kept up a brave face, but it was only a matter of time before he broke. He’d heard about others, and didn’t like his chances.
“Now then, товарищ, I believe you understand how serious I am,” Viktor said indulgently, like a grand-Sire speaking to one of his grand-foals. “I do not give many second-chances, and you have wasted yours. Please tell me why I shouldn’t make an example out of you.” The cultured speech only made the situation worse.
“Because if I’m dead, you get no more information or bits,” the white-coated, blue-maned stallion replied with as much calm as he could muster. “You don’t have anypony else in that area of commerce.”
“So you would think, but you don’t know that for sure,” Bronyiev replied. His captive was right, but you never gave them more than a sliver of hope. He was about to add something when one of his lackeys trotted to his side, whispered something in his ear and left. From his expression, it was bad news. “It appears I have other business to attend to, and you have a respite, товарищ. But remember, it is only temporary. Think your situation over carefully while I am gone.” The Earth pony pressed his front hooves together, making his ankles crack loudly, then stood and walked away, followed by the blowtorch wielder.
The Unicorn let out a sigh. Maybe the news was bad enough that he’d be turned loose and could get out of Stalliongrad before somepony in Bronyiev’s organization remembered him. He twisted his forelegs against the ropes, trying to loosen them so he could get free and take the inhibitor off. It was a long shot, but he knew it was all he had. There was a crash and shouting, and he thought maybe his luck had changed.
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Stormhawk smiled to himself as the facility came to life. Ponies scurried around, taking up favorable positions as they hefted their crossbows. Let them think they’ve got a chance. “Let them hope for a while, then blow them away", I think Uncle Mike would say. His eyes hardened. Just like Sky and dad. He walked towards the gate, which slammed open when he approached, the force tearing the doors off. If that’s not enough of a clue, then I’ll just have to kick them to the curb. They’re not important. The guy they’ve got is.
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Bronyiev looked at the Alicorn as he passed through the wrecked gate. He was tall and imposing, but so were other ponies. The fact he had magic made no difference. As far as Viktor was concerned, Alicorns were over-powered Unicorns, nothing more.
His eyes widened as the stallion stopped fifty yards from the warehouse – apparently unconcerned with his danger – and spoke, using the Royal Canterlot Voice. “Viktor Bronyiev! You are wanted in connection with the murder of a Coast Patrol pony and his entire family, plus other crimes committed in Oceanside by your operatives. You have one opportunity to surrender, and answer the charges. If not, you will be brought in, none too gently. This is your absolute last chance, Bronyiev. You have one minute to reply.” The Alicorn – who had to be that brat Verdigris – stood there, silent and still as a statue.
He stepped just outside the warehouse, into the light. “And what makes you think I’ll surrender, Verdigris?” he asked in Rus.
“You’ve made a mistake. I said his entire family. Verdigris is dead. My name is Штормястреб. You have thirty seconds left.”
“Whatever you call yourself, you have no proof of anything, and I will have you drummed out of your worthless service. There is nothing you can do.”
“No proof? Tatya was quite forthcoming, as were Full Sail and Dmitriiev. We know what you’ve done, and I’ve come to collect you and the files you foalishly keep. You can make it easier on yourself by surrendering, and your minute is up. What do you have to say?” Viktor laughed. He had to. Nopony had challenged him in years. “I’ll assume that means ‘no’.”
Stormhawk listened to the laugh, which started light and jolly, then turned cruel mid-way through. Nope, this won’t be easy. I’ve got nearly forty bruisers to deal with, they’re prepared and have weapons. His eyes narrowed. Well, they have no idea what just blew into town.
“You are an amusing pony. I may keep you around for entertainment.”
“You’re nowhere as funny, Bronyiev. You’re nothing but a grown-up bully like anypony faced in fohlen-garten. You respect force and nothing else.” Stormhawk looked back over his shoulder at the wall of clouds. “There’s no way to leave through that storm, and I control it. What makes you think you can beat me?” Be smart. Think it over. Who can fight a hurricane?
“убивать он.” Nopony moved, and Stormhawk could feel their emotions. They were afraid: afraid of Bronyiev, afraid of the storm, and afraid of him. The fear of the unknown was worse than Bronyiev. “убивать он!”
There were twenty-two Earth ponies, ten Pegasai and eight Unicorns, and they shifted uneasily, especially the latter two groups. The Pegasai knew what he’d said was true; nopony would survive trying to pass through the maelstrom surrounding them. The Unicorns were awe-struck by the sheer power held in check. The Earth ponies weren’t as impressed, but they understood well enough. Every one of them edged forward with typical Rus fatalism when Bronyiev played his trump card: “You know what will happen to your families if you do not.”
“I’ll go easy on you,” Stormhawk said as the voice he’d come to almost hate purred, They will be so easy. One lightning bolt –
Shut up. My argument isn’t with them, it’s with him, he replied silently. But the bolt is a good idea, he finished as the Unicorns moved closer, surrounding him. “You don’t want to get any closer,” he warned, but they came on. Stormhawk closed his eyes with a sigh and concentrated, calling the lightning onto his own position. There was a blinding flash and the echo of thunder, and the Unicorns lay on the ground, twitching and unconscious. “It doesn’t have to go any farther.”
Bronyiev’s eyes widened, and he retreated into the building. “Get him!”
A dozen crossbows fired, and their target flapped his wings hard, stirring the air and dust into a cloud that obscured him, and the gust knocked the bolts off course, except for three that stuck in his right wing. He hissed in pain, and removed them with telekinesis, then let them fall as he charged, his wings spread and held horizontally. His speed was surprising, but anypony can adjust, if given time. They weren’t.
Five went down with seriously slashed bodies; another four were knocked down as their crossbows flew into their faces unexpectedly. The Pegasai took wing, trying to escape rather than fight, and they reached perhaps seventy feet before the wind seized and threw them in all directions. Four were hurled into the building; one was unfortunate to go through a boarded-up window. The rest were slammed to the ground hard after losing control in the violent gusts aloft. Two landed atop the Unicorns, injuring them all further.
Three huge Earth ponies stopped in his path. He didn’t stop, and they grinned unpleasantly. It would be easy to catch and punish him for what he’d done. Their surprised expressions were, as a green-white bolt from his horn smashed them to the ground, quite satisfying to the smaller tempest that raged within the greater’s confines. He stopped and looked at the remaining ten ponies. “Surrender, unless you have a deep-seated need to be punished,” he said.
They looked at each other, then rushed him. His hooves moved together with a click-click! and the combat blades extended from his shoes. He waited with a smile as the green-white glow faded from his eyes, revealing the insane colors flickering therein.
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“We’ve got them all, Celestia,” Tango reported when she, Honey and Grass exited the hospital. “They’re all hurt, but nothing life-threatening. Not that it’s much comfort.” All twelve ponies were in the ward under guard, their injuries ranging from cut hamstrings to mild concussions to broken backs. He shuddered, remembering the last time Verdigris had “opened the hurt locker”, as Blackwolf said upon arrival. “Blackwolf wants to talk to you.” He nodded toward the black silhouette that stood a dozen yards away, looking towards the house.
“Thank you, Tango. Gather your stallions and wait. We’re going after him.” He nodded as Celestia walked to where the black-and-silver Alicorn stood, Grass and Honey in tow. “Thank you for coming, Michael.”
“What a bloody mess,” he said after nodding a greeting. “Those imbeciles had to press the issue, just so Bronyiev could make a point. This was as inevitable as Luna’s banishment. Something else I might have prevented, had I been here.”
Sea Grass and Honey Bunch gasped. “Is that true?”
“We’ll never know, Grass,” he replied as he looked northeast. “I might have. I can’t help feeling I’ve let him down, even though I could do nothing.”
“You didn’t, Michael. You didn’t see him after you left Canterlot,” Celestia told him. She explained what Nightmare had done in the Dream Realm, adding, “In retrospect, that’s when she started working on him. She’s more subtle than anypony can guess, even me.”
Michael frowned thoughtfully. “You said his ability with storms probably came from that?” Celestia nodded. “And the cool demeanor.” He nodded. “It fits. Yes, quite subtle. However, I believe he’s made of sterner stuff than she bargained for. All we have to do is bring him back.”
“What will he do?” Honey asked, tears starting from her eyes. “Gemstone said he was cold.”
“We males tend to distance ourselves when we reach a certain point, so we don’t go too far. I’m thinking he was doing it for her and ‘Lance’s protection. From him, not the Rus.” Michael pondered briefly. “My instincts tell me he’ll surrender once he’s done. To you, and you alone,” he said, looking at Celestia. “Of all the ponies here, he respects you the most.”
“But how will we get there? That storm is impassable,” Grass pointed out.
Michael smiled at Celestia. “To ordinary ponies, yes. Not to the likes of us.” He stretched and shook out his mane. “That includes those we take with us.”
“You’re assuming I want you along, Michael,” Celestia said. “This is my problem, not yours.”
“I’ll simply stand back, but seeing me there should make him stop and think. It’s bad enough you’re disappointed; I think my disapproval should tip the balance, if necessary.” His eyes hardened. “I’m his adoptive uncle, by his choice, and this is a family matter.”
Celestia nodded. “Very well. We’ll leave immediately.”
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Stormhawk hissed in pain as the hooves connected with his side. His right wing slashed out, catching the Rus across the face, the wing blade biting deeply, sending his attacker down. His partner tried another stab, but was blocked, then countered by a smash to his right foreleg. The knee broke with a sickening crackle. The Earth pony went down with a scream as Stormhawk danced clear.
This group was more than he’d bargained for; every one of them had Guard or Patrol training, and had practiced. He sported bruises that, if they weren’t covered by his coat, would have visibly covered half his body, and bled from a baker’s dozen slashes. His legs burned with exertion, despite his power. You can still end this quickly and easily, the voice said. Their lives aren’t –
I said shut up. I’m not going to stoop to their level by killing. Now stop distracting me, he replied as three ponies charged in simultaneously. Two wing sweeps and a horn thrust ended that threat. He dodged another sword swing and broke his assailant’s jaw with a counter. Six down. I think I can make it.
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Bronyiev watched through a window, and it finally began to dawn on him that he wasn’t facing an ordinary pony. My informant never mentioned this, he thought nervously. What in Tarterus is he? He withdrew to stand by his prisoner, who stared at him balefully. He hadn’t missed the Alicorn’s side of the conversation, and could guess the rest. “I’d say you’re about finished, Bronyiev,” he said, earning a hoof to the face.
“Silence, информатор. You are still my prisoner, and therefore my insurance. Do not anger me. You would not like me when I am angry,” the Rus threatened.
Their attention was drawn to the front of the warehouse as the last Earth pony crashed through the window. Not only was he bruised and cut by the impact, his legs were twisted grotesquely. He might never walk again, Bronyiev thought as the doorway was filled by a large, menacing shadow. “You will come no further,” he said as he grabbed a knife and held it to the Unicorn’s throat.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Stormhawk replied as the knife flew from the Rus’ hoof and stuck in the wooden desk up to its hilt. “You will not make threats while I’m here, Viktor. Do the smart thing and surrender.”
Bronyiev looked at the shadow with hate-filled eyes. “No, I think you have overestimated yourself.” He suddenly rushed, and bucked his tormentor savagely in the side, and cried with triumph as he heard and felt ribs break. Stormhawk grunted, but didn’t react otherwise, except to shift to offset the impact. Bronyiev followed-up with a head-butt, but missed, and he screamed when he felt the impact and pain in his back from both wing strikes. There was a snapping noise, and he couldn’t feel his back legs as they suddenly stopped supporting his weight. He collapsed, groaning as he struck the side of his desk.
Stormhawk stood there, looking at him dispassionately, his eyes clearing. He finally showed reaction to the punishment he’d taken and began panting with fatigue, as well as shifting to relieve strain on his injuries. It took several minutes for him to notice the prisoner, who stared at him. “Right. Let’s get you out of that.” His horn glowed briefly, and the ropes fell away. He hung his head as he recovered. “Go on. Get out of here.”
“No, I think you need help,” the Unicorn contradicted as he removed the inhibitor. “Even an Alicorn gets hurt going up against a small army.” He moved to his rescuer’s side and nudged him, eliciting a groan. “Come on. Let’s go.” Stormhawk nodded and put a wing across the Unicorn’s back. They moved outside, and there was a pause as the former prisoner looked at the cloud wall. “Whoa. You did that?” Stormhawk nodded as he retracted the shoe blades. “I hope you can bring it down.”
“I can, but I think I have to explain a few things.” Celestia, Blackwolf – in Pegasus guise – and several Guards stood twenty feet from the door. “Let me handle this.” He removed his wing and straightened with some effort, then walked almost normally to stand before the Princess. “It’s finished, your Highness. I surrender, and I’ll take any punishment I’ve got coming.”
Celestia kept her face stern, though it wasn’t easy. His injuries made her cringe internally, and she wanted to relent, but her anger at his disobedience kept her resolute. It didn’t help when Michael said, I told you so. She nodded and said, “Stand down,” then looked at the Unicorn. “I was wondering what happened to you, Shadow. I think you can drop the disguise.”
Everypony looked, and the Unicorn’s form shimmered briefly, leaving a coal-black, grey-maned stallion. He was still burned, but that didn’t stop him from straightening and saluting. “I wish to report my mission was a near-failure, Highness. However, with Stormhawk’s interference, I can say it’s been a success.” He looked at the still forms of ponies scattered around the compound solemnly. “I’d hoped for less violence, but we can’t always get what we want,” he finished with a very slight smile.
She turned back to Stormhawk. “I can’t say I approve of your actions, but I can’t argue with the results. We’ll be returning to Canterlot after a brief stop in Oceanside. Do I have your word as a Patrol Officer that you won’t cause any trouble?”
He shrank slightly, and lowered his head. “You have it, Celestia,” he replied, just loudly enough for her to hear. “We’d better leave soon. I’m just barely holding together. No focus to keep it away. If I’m going to fall apart, I don’t want to be seen.”
She nodded. “It would help if you’d bring this down,” she said, nodding at the storm surrounding them.
He nodded, then raised his head and concentrated. His horn glowed, and after his expression became strained, he muttered, “Damn it, don’t you fight me. I made you, and I can unmake you.” Perhaps, but we are not finished, Verdigris, the voice replied, and Celestia was surprised she could hear it. What surprises thou, dear sister? Was it not thee who saw this once before? We still lay claim to this one, and will not relinquish it.
He’s not for you, Luna. Not as you are now.
“I’ll make that decision, not you,” Stormhawk said as his horn brightened, then erupted with green-white fire, which cut into the cloud wall, shredding it like paper. The clouds lifted from the ground, and the howling lessened until it finally stopped. The effort seemed to drain him. “There. It’ll be a regular storm, then dissipate as it moves on. Can we go now? Please?” He sounded like a lost and wounded foal.
“Yes. Tango, you finish up. Get the local Constables in here, and make sure they do their jobs,” the Princess said. “Where’s Bronyiev?”
“Inside, and still alive. He’s not going anywhere.”
Celestia nodded, and Shadow and Blackwolf gathered close. “Then let’s go home.” She raised her head, and her horn flashed.
Tango stared at the place where they’d stood and shook his head. “I’m so glad I’ve got the easy part,” he said as he nodded to the Guards, who began collecting the Rus. “I don’t want to think about that he’s going through, and still has to go through, Blaze,” he added as the Unicorn stopped by his side.
Blaze nodded as he looked around. “It’s going to be worse, Tango. Why can’t he catch a break?”
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They appeared at the hospital entrance, and Celestia said, “Take off your armor, Verdigris. You won’t need it, and we don’t want anypony to see you this way. I have an idea how to keep this from spinning out of control.”
“And we don’t want the kind of spin the press can put on this, at least the kind I’m used to,” Blackwolf added.
Ugh. I'm so tired. Verdigris took the armor off and passed it to Birchbark, who had kept a guard on the hospital. “Now all I have to do is change back,” he said as he looked at his coat. “Wait, I think I know what to do. Keep an eye on me.” He settled to the ground and concentrated as the others watched, and found himself in the Dream Realm. As he expected, the cloud-pony was there.
"Ah, you are back. What have you decided?" it asked, its tone expectant.
“I’m not going to fall for it, Nightmare. Once you spoke to Celestia the way you did, I knew you’d been working on me ever since you bit my throat. It’s over.”
The cloud resolved into Nightmare Moon, and she didn’t look pleased. "Thou knowest we will not stop until we have what we want, Verdigris. Thou and Celestia can do nought to prevent us from accomplishing our goals. We shall have our revenge, and none shall stand in our way. Not even thee," the apparition replied.
“Maybe. In the end it doesn’t matter. I’m still on Celestia’s side, and that won’t change.” He reached up and felt his throat to find something soft and cold there. He conjured up a mirror and saw the mark had indeed grown, becoming a mass that pulsed malignantly, and had tendrils extending outward. “As for this – ” He seized the thing and pulled; it resisted, clinging like a leech, but Verdigris prevailed, and it fell to the polished floor with a sickening plop. Verdigris smashed it underhoof with an equally sickening squelch! He felt normal, for the first time in years, and he glared at his “aunt”. “The war may not be over, but this battle is. Wait a few years, when I’ll be worth playing for,” he finished sarcastically.
Nightmare looked at him steadily and appraisingly. "Aye, thou art stronger than we expected, and thus our victory wilt be all the sweeter." Her smile made him shiver. "Thou wilt learn to enjoy thyself. It is inevitable."
“You’re repeating yourself.” Verdigris sighed wearily. “Don’t plan on anything. I’ve beaten the odds just by living this long,” he replied. “We can continue this later. You’ve got all the time in the world. I just lost my father and cousin, and you’re not invited to the pity party I’m throwing.” He willed himself away, and woke to find Celestia watching him carefully. “Oohhh, that was bad.”
“I know. I could see some of it,” Celestia replied as she nuzzled him gently. “Are you up to leaving? Not just you, but your mother, Firelance and Freewind. There’s nothing to keep them in Oceanside, and I’m sure you all need time away to recover. The lighthouse is covered, as is everything else; I wasn’t idle while you were dealing with her. You need to get away, and fast. Grief counseling, among other reasons.”
Verdigris nodded. “Yeah, there’s nothing left, now. Let’s get out of here.”
“Let’s wait for Grass and Honey. They don’t have any ties any more. Not really.” Celestia looked up as the doors opened, and Freewind was wheeled out onto the veranda. “Good. Everypony gather around,” she said as Honey Bunch and Sea Grass exited.
“What do I tell everypony here?” Birchbark asked as Blackhoof walked out to listen. “There will be questions.”
“Verdigris and his family are coming to Canterlot for grief counseling, and they’ll recover better away from here. As for what happened in Stalliongrad, Stormhawk surrendered to me, and will be punished for his vigilante actions,” Celestia replied as Verdigris slowly got to his hooves. “Any other questions will be answered on a case-by-case basis. Forward any letters or mailings to Canterlot, care of myself. I don’t want anything upsetting to get through. Understood?”
“Aye, Highness. Please take good care of them; they’ve been through enough.”
“Yes, you’re right, Birchbark. Keep the house guarded. It’s not safe to enter, I’m sure. Good night.” Celestia closed her eyes and concentrated, and with a flash, all but Blackwolf were gone. He looked toward the house and shook his head.
“Why did you stay?” Birchbark asked.
“They don’t need me, and somepony has to arrange for the burial,” he replied. “And I think I know how to make a proper tribute. Something to remind everypony of who’s gone and what they were like, without being morbid or maudlin. Something they’ll enjoy seeing, not shun. Unlike Charlie,” he finished with a grin.
“Who?” Birchbark asked.
“Never mind. When you’ve been as many places as I have, you tend to make references nopony understands. Ignore it.” Blackwolf looked north, towards Canterlot. “In the meantime, I’ll see to their affairs whilst they’re gone. Good evening.”
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The group arrived in Verdigris’ rooms, and Freewind was wheeled out to the Palace clinic. Honey left for her quarters, and Grass was assigned a suite just down the hall from Verdigris, as were Gemstone and Firelance. When her former student protested, Celestia cut her off. “You’ve just had the worst night of your life, and I’m not taking any chances, Gemstone. Right now, even I can tell you’re not in the best frame of mind. You’ll be close to Freewind and Verdigris, but they have to be left alone. She has to recover, and he has to get over what he’s done, and I’m sorry to say he has to face punishment. He disobeyed orders, and that can’t be ignored.” Celestia took Gemstone in a hug, and it was all the Unicorn could do not to start crying uncontrollably. “Yes, I know,” Celestia soothed. “You need to take care of yourself, too.”
“Aunt Celestia?”
“Yes, ‘Lance?”
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to room with Grass. I think mom needs some time alone.” The Unicorn colt looked at his mother with a serious concern reminiscent of his brother’s. “And so do I, probably.”
Celestia smiled gently. “There’s plenty of room, Firelance. After tonight, we’ll see about permanent lodgings.” Blackwing appeared at her unspoken summons. “We’ll need a few suites opened, Blackwing. I don’t want to wake anypony, so you and I will do that.” The Pegasus nodded solemnly, and escorted Sea Grass and Firelance to their suite. “Before I go.” She turned to Verdigris. “Your punishment will be isolation, Verdigris. You may think you can tolerate that, but not when you have to think about what you’ve done, with nopony to talk to. I want you to understand not even I am above the law, and I cannot ever break my own word. Understood?” The young Alicorn nodded without protest. “And I think you need to be alone, too. Your whole world fell apart before your eyes, more or less.”
Verdigris tried to speak, but all he could do was choke out a rough, “Thank you.”
“Yes, I think we should leave. You’ll be spending the night with me, Gemstone. Goodnight, Verdigris.”
The door closed, leaving him alone, and he didn’t mind. After their hoof-steps faded, Verdigris half-stumbled to his bedroom, closed the door and fell into his bed, curled up around a pillow and cried himself to sleep like a foal.
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“Torn, I am filthy. Born in my own misery. Stole all that you gave me. Control you claim you save me. The peace is dead in my soul. I have blamed the reasons for my intentions poor. Yes I'm the one who, the only one who would carry on this far.” – Creed, Torn (My Own Prison)
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Several ponies spent a miserable night, despite the comforting they received.
Gemstone cried uncontrollably, finally letting her grief out, and to Celestia it was as though the last thirty years hadn’t passed. Once again, she was comforting her student after a terrible day. She could feel the others’ grief as they released it, and it was heartbreaking: Firelance was bawling on Sea Grass, who shed silent tears. Honey Bunch was crying on Rigel’s shoulder while the older mare held and soothed her. The only ponies who weren’t grieving were Freewind, who was unconscious, and Verdigris, who’d cried himself to sleep a few minutes ago.
I said I’d keep them from harm, and I failed. Am I doomed to have this happen forever? she wondered as a tear ran down her muzzle. She tightened her wings around Gemstone, who continued sobbing.
I thought I was the only one who asked myself that question, Michael’s voice said in her mind.
Where are you, Michael?
Oceanside. I’m taking care of things whilst they’re away, Celestia. I’m certain we agree they need no more worries piled atop this disaster.
Yes. Thank you, my dear friend. What would I do without you? she replied with a wan smile.
Pine away to nothing, I expect, he replied. She could feel his grim smile. I’ll take care of everything on this end. Take care of your ponies, Celestia. That is your chief priority, is it not?
Celestia nodded to herself. Once again, thank you, Michael. You’re a life-saver. She felt his smile again, and contact was broken.
“Princess?” Twilight said quietly as she entered. “Oh, my. What happened?”
“A terrible thing, Twilight. I can’t talk about it now. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” Celestia paused to adjust her wings around Gemstone. “It’s definitely not a good time.”
Twilight nodded solemnly, and closed the door behind her, then turned to Blackwing. “What happened?” she asked softly.
“I don’t know if I should tell you,” he replied uneasily. “It’s not pretty.”
“Is Verdigris here? That’s his mother with the Princess.”
“He is, but you can’t see him. He’s being punished for disobeying orders.”
Twilight’s eyes widened in surprise. “You can’t be serious,” she replied, shaking her head. “He wouldn’t do that.”
“You’d be surprised what some ponies will do, Miss Sparkle,” the Pegasus replied, his tone indicating the conversation was over.
Twilight blinked in surprise, then her expression grew determined. “All right. I’ll accept that for now, but I’m going to find out,” she said. Right this minute, she thought. “Good night, Blackwing.”
As she turned away, the Guard sighed to himself. She’ll go talk to him, if I know her at all, he thought, then smiled. Good thing he’s asleep.
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Twilight walked along, her stride, bearing and gaze telling the world of her determination. I’m going to get to the bottom of this, even if I have to pay for it, she thought. Darn it, Verdigris is my friend. I have to try. She arrived at Verdigris’ door to find Blaze there. “I thought you were in Oceanside, with the others.”
“I just got back, and I have my orders, Twilight. Nopony goes in, and he doesn’t come out. He’s got a lot of thinking to do.” He saw her eyes narrow, and added, “Do you really think the Princess didn’t take you and teleporting into account? Or Pegasai, and the balcony?”
“I think I know her well enough to say no to both, Blaze. I want to talk to him, and hear it from him. I want to know what happened.”
“Park your flank right there, and I’ll tell you what I know. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to bother the Princess, and she’s already in a bad mood. She may not show it, but she is.” Twilight thought for a minute, then sat down and looked at him expectantly. Ah, blast, the filly took me at my word. Now I have to tell her.
Blaze gave Twilight a condensed version of what happened, not only the incident, but what had preceded it. He watched as her eyes widened in realization, then narrowed. He couldn’t read her expression, and it bothered him for some reason. “Don’t do anything hasty, Twilight. Everypony’s nerves are raw, and I’m not sure how this will turn out. If Verdigris was awake, I might risk her wrath, but he cried himself to sleep about fifteen minutes ago. His family’s in shock, and I’m including Sea Grass and Honey Bunch. The only good thing is Verdigris is over whatever made him distant, and a major criminal is out of business, and the cost was too high. Hawkfeather was a good Patrol pony. I don’t know much about Sky Watcher, other than he’s Honey’s brother, but anypony can see his death hit them all hard. Please leave it until tomorrow.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t help. If it’s as bad as you said, Verdigris will need somepony watching him. I won’t wake him, but I know he’ll sleep better knowing I’m there.” Her eyes narrowed again. “And I’m not taking no for an answer, Blaze. He’s my friend, and I have to do something.”
Blaze looked at her steadily, then nodded. The door opened when he concentrated. “I can truthfully say you never opened the door, or tried to sneak in. Be careful. He’s worse than after the lightning strike, in a lot of ways.”
“Thanks, Blaze.” Twilight walked in slowly, and approached the bedroom nervously. He could be really bad. Losing your father and cousin, and nearly losing everypony. I can’t understand that, and I don’t want to think about it. I don’t know if I could stand to lose anypony just by moving, never mind – She cut that thought off as she reached the door, where she stopped. It took an effort of will to open it, as Twilight’s imagination – always active, but it could go too far when she was nervous – caused all kinds of images to appear.
“He’s not a monster,” she told herself. “He didn’t kill anypony. He kept it under control.” After a few minutes of that mantra, and several breaths, Twilight opened the door and peeked in. She was relieved to see him, but the cuts, abrasions and bruises made her tense. What happened, Verdi? What did you do? She tip-toed her way to the bed side, and she found herself wishing she hadn’t come in. His face was drawn and haggard, far more than he’d been after his arrival three years ago. He was murmuring in his sleep until she stopped at his side, and he relaxed, as though he could feel her presence. The tense expression left, leaving his face calm. She wondered why, but didn’t think about it. Instead, she climbed up with him, snuggling against his back as she doused the lights with telekinesis.
Twilight found herself silently crying, and didn’t understand why until she realized he was hurt in ways she couldn’t imagine, and there was nothing she could do, other than cuddle him, and keep the night terrors at bay as best as she could. She brushed his mane out of his face and whispered, “I’m right here. Nothing’s going to happen. I won’t let it.” She settled down and was soon asleep, for the first time before midnight.
Blaze waited a few minutes, then walked in silently. He looked at the pair without expression, and left after covering them against the night’s chill. He closed the doors and resumed his vigil, thinking, Let’s hope she can make a difference. Celestia knows he needs all the help he can get.
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Gemstone was having a wonderful dream.
That terrible night was just a dream, and she was in bed with Hawkfeather, who was doing wonderful things. She squirmed with pleasure, and moaned softly. “Gemstone,” he said huskily.
“Oh, Hawk. No, don’t stop.”
“Gemstone.” Her eyes flew open, and she looked to see Celestia watching her with a bemused and slightly embarrassed expression. Her first reaction was to let go, and then the memory flooded in. It was real. Horribly real. She rolled away from the Princess and collected herself. A hoof touched her shoulder with feather gentleness. “Are you all right?”
“N-no, not really. I’m sorry.”
Celestia chuckled. “Don’t be. It sounded fantastic.” Gemstone blushed furiously and hid her head under a pillow. “Don’t be that way. You couldn’t help it, and I take it as a sign you’ll be better, sooner than I first thought.”
Gemstone pushed the pillow away and looked into the Princess’ sympathetic eyes. “I hope so. That was the worst night of my life.”
“It wasn’t a good one for anypony. I don’t expect you to just brush it off; nopony can, but you need to be strong for Freewind and Firelance. They’ll need your and Verdigris’ help to get past it.” Celestia sighed. “I only hope it’s over. I don’t know what might happen if it happens again.”
“Who did it? Who sent them? Who killed my husband?” Gemstone’s tone and manner went from tentative to demanding with each question.
“A Rus stallion named Viktor Bronyiev. He was behind the trouble Full Sail helped cause.” Celestia paused, then said, “He’s no longer a problem. He thought he could stop Verdigris, and got a broken back for his trouble.” A mean little smile crept onto her face. “Ironic, since he liked to do the same to other ponies.”
“Did Verdigris … kill anypony?” It was obvious how distasteful the question and the thoughts behind it were.
“No, he didn’t. I wasn’t sure if he was completely out of control, and I’m glad and relieved that he wasn’t. It was a near thing, though. I’ve got him by himself while he thinks about what he did, and what might have been. I don’t like what he did, but I’m proud of him for keeping himself in check, Gemstone.”
“When can I see him? I can’t help thinking that isolating him won’t do any good, Celestia.”
The Princess looked at her for a long moment, then nodded. “Yes, I think you’re right. Let’s go see him. I think being able to cry may have taken care of the worst of it, but there will be a period when each of you will forget Hawk’s gone, and remembering will bring it all back. Hopefully, time will heal these wounds, but I have counselors to help you through it.”
Gemstone nodded. “I can’t help thinking what this did to Verdigris. Yesterday was the best day of his life, and – ” She stopped to compose herself. “What a thing to have happen just before your birthday,” she finished bitterly.
Celestia wrapped her wings around Gemstone. “I know. It hasn’t happened to me, but I have my own share of tragedies, Luna being the worst. I still wonder if there wasn’t anything I could have done to stop it.”
Gemstone nodded, then pushed gently. Celestia released her, and they got up. “I’ll feel better once I’ve seen my foals.” Her stomach chose that moment to growl, and she blushed while rolling her eyes. “And breakfast. Not necessarily in that order.”
“Then let’s get ready. I can’t go with my eyes red and my mane a mess, and neither can you.” Celestia rang the bell. She was surprised to see Honey Bunch with Rigel, but made nothing of it as she said, “Gemstone first; I can wait.”
“I think we can do better than that,” Honey said as Cornflower and Lilac joined them. “These two are good at more than massages.”
Celestia smiled. “Good. We’ll get ready, then collect Verdigris and ‘Lance before we look in on Free. After that, breakfast.”
“Celestia?” Gemstone looked ill-at-ease. “What about Sky and Hawk? I’ll – I’ll have to think about arrangements.”
“Blackwolf’s taking care of that, and if I know him as well as I believe I do, he’ll go above and beyond. I can’t say you’ll like it, but he’ll do them proud.” She put a wing over Gemstone’s back and herded her toward the bathroom. “Let’s let the water take away our cares, if only for a little while.” They entered, and as the door closed, Celestia asked, “By the way, what exactly were you dreaming? I’ve never seen that look on a mare.”
Gemstone face-hoofed as the door latched.
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Verdigris woke to the sound of birds singing. He looked at the balcony to see a half-dozen mockingbirds perched on the rail and wondered what brought them. He got his answer as Twilight walked back inside carrying a bag of birdseed. She noticed he was awake and smiled tiredly. “Good morning.”
“Did you get any sleep last night?” he asked. Her eyes weren’t bloodshot, but that didn’t mean anything.
“I – I came here after the Princess had everypony settled down,” she said. “I had to see if you were all right, Verdi. You’re about my only friend, and I was worried. I missed you, too,” she replied as she set the birdseed down and stopped at the bedside. She looked at him with concern, trying not to look at the cuts, bruises and abrasions and failing badly. “I – I can’t believe what I heard. Did you really disobey orders?”
“Yeah, and Celestia gave them. Not exactly, but she didn’t want me to go and take care of Bronyiev. I wouldn’t listen. I think I was past being reasonable.” He got up slowly, grimacing. “Oohhh, that smarts.” He stretched, groaning, then stood over her before asking, “What are you doing here? Celestia said I was being isolated so I could think about what I’ve done.”
“When I heard, I had to do something. You looked worse than after the strike, and you stopped looking awful when you felt my presence,” Twilight said as she stood her ground with a huff. “Friends look after and help each other, no matter what, right? And you already know what you did, so why think about it?”
Verdigris smiled and nuzzled her. “Let’s hope you can stand up to Celestia as well as you do to me.” He looked at the door, his ears flicking forward. “Somepony’s coming, and five will get you ten it’s her and mom. I’ll grab a quick shower. I don’t want to look like a wreck.”
“Go on. I’ll take my punishment.” He walked to the bathroom and the door closed. Soon, the sound of running water reached her, and she started straightening up the suite, just for something to do.
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As they reached the door, Gemstone said, “We’d better knock. He might not be awake.”
Celestia smiled. “If I know Twilight, he is, and they’ve had a talk. I’m sure she missed him, and, well, she really cares about him. So far he’s the only friend she has, and I’m not going to get in the way. I’ll talk to her, nothing more,” she replied as she knocked. The door opened on its own as Twilight’s voice said, “Come in.”
They entered and found the mare straightening up; Celestia thought it was unnecessary, but that was Twilight. “Good morning, Twilight. I trust Verdigris is all right?”
Twilight’s expression saddened. “He acts like it, but I can tell he’s not. I don’t think he will be for a while, Princess.” She shook her head as she re-arranged the books on the shelf. “I can’t imagine what it’s like to lose somepony.”
“I know.” The Princess looked toward the bathroom as the water stopped running. “I’ll go collect Firelance, and maybe Grass. We’re going to see how Freewind is doing, and then breakfast.”
“Is that a good idea? I mean, nopony knows what happened, and we know how Blueblood is, Princess.”
Celestia’s eyes flashed ominously. “If my nephew puts his hoof in his mouth, then it’s his problem, Twilight. I’m here for all my ponies, not just a chosen few. Wait here,” she said to Gemstone as she exited.
Twilight stood there, ill-at-ease in the uncomfortable silence. She cleared her throat and said, “I’m sorry, Gemstone. It must hurt a lot.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say, and looked out the balcony doors.
Gemstone approached and hugged her. “Thank you, Twilight. I know you don’t understand, and I hope you never do,” she replied with a tinge of sadness. “I’m more worried about my foals, especially Freewind. I don’t know what this will do to her.”
The bathroom door opened, and Verdigris walked out. He looked better, but only by a degree. The injuries were less obvious, but that was all. He walked to his mother, took her in his wings and just held her. Gemstone sobbed a little as she hugged her colt. “It’ll be okay, mom,” he said. “It won’t be all right, but we’ll get through it,” he said with a catch in his voice.
“I hope so, son.” She pulled back a little and looked up at him. “What about you? Are you going to be okay?”
He remained silent for a few moments. “I don’t know. I think I’m still getting used to the idea that it happened, including what I did. I could have really gone overboard and killed them all. I’m glad I didn’t.” He shivered. “It was close, though.”
“I was worried,” Gemstone admitted. “I – I don’t know how I can go on, son. Your father was my life, at least until you came along, and there’s a big hole in my heart where he was,” she added with a few sniffles.
“You’re not going to withdraw like I did, mom. I didn’t do it because I wanted to. You know that.”
“I don’t know if I can do anything else. I’ll mourn him, but I don’t know beyond that.” She leaned against him and closed her eyes, taking comfort in his presence.
Twilight quietly walked away as they talked. She felt like an interloper, even if they welcomed her presence. She made it to the balcony without disturbing them, and sat down, looking up at the sky as she thought. I can’t believe he’s capable of that, but I heard it from Blaze, and he doesn’t lie. Until I actually see it, I can’t and I won’t. Verdi’s a good pony. Anypony with a brain can see it.
Hoof-steps came to a stop beside her, and she looked to see Verdigris standing there, looking south. “You’re so easy to read, Twi. It’s all true,” he said quietly, his expression one of resignation. “This is who I am. Sometimes I think I’m just as much of a bully as Bluestreak.”
“You’re not. Bullies pick on ponies who are smaller and weaker than they are. You go after them; the bigger the better, it looks like,” she replied with a little smile. “Bullies are cowards. You’re not.” She looked back when the door opened. “You might want to see your brother.” She looked at him for a long moment. “You might want to take care of the injuries, first.”
Verdigris nodded, then closed his eyes. His horn lit, and he was covered in his own green-white aura as the cuts, bruises and abrasions faded away. He opened his eyes and cracked his neck. “You’re right. All of it. Maybe someday I’ll believe it. See you at breakfast.” He walked inside, and she followed him to see Firelance’s surprised expression. “What’s wrong, ‘Lance?”
“You look different,” the colt replied. “Not the black, either. Something’s missing.” He walked up to Verdigris and looked at his neck. “Where’s the black patch?”
Everypony looked at him, Celestia and Verdigris with surprise, the others with curiosity. Verdigris blinked and said, “You could see it?” ‘Lance nodded. “Huh. Well, that wasn’t really part of me. I can’t say what, but it’s gone. I’m back to normal.”
The Unicorn tilted his head to one side, then nodded again. “Yeah, you are.” He turned to Celestia. “Are we going to see Free?”
“Yes, right this minute.” She led the way out, picking up Blackwing and Tango on the way, and let the others precede her until Verdigris caught up. “He’s something like you are,” she said.
“I noticed. He seems to have an affinity for fire, too,” he replied. “I remember asking why Michael wasn’t an Alicorn when I first saw him. Then there’s how well ‘Lance, Free and Sky could ‘read’ storms.” He thought as they walked along. “Maybe you did more than you thought.”
“That doesn’t explain your late cousin,” she said gently. “I’m sorry. He was such a wonderful colt. I can see why your family took to him.”
“It’s okay. At least we got him away from Sail.” Verdigris fell silent as he thought. “Some sea-side ponies can do that. You’ve got to know something about it, if you’re going to make it out there. Some are just better at it.”
“Perhaps it has to do with you being Hawks?”
“Maybe." He gave her an appraising look. "You’re not still upset about that, are you? We were the real losers.”
“No, and nopony could have predicted that. I wasn’t expecting the Dos to follow Luna, but I don’t hold it against them. At least they weren’t fighting their own kin, like yours did,” she closed her eyes in brief sadness. “Why, oh why did that have to happen?”
“You don’t know?” Verdigris stopped briefly when she shook her head. “Our motto did us in. ‘We serve no pony; we serve Equestria.’ Some thought it meant serving you, others Luna, still others by staying neutral. That obviously didn’t work, and, as the saying goes, that’s when the fight started. It didn’t stop until about fifty ponies were dead, and Goshawk had to take down each faction’s leaders. By that time, we all knew what the Nightmare really was, and he declared we’d follow you, as you were serving Equestria.” He looked at the floor sourly. “We still hear about it. Shoot, when I left for home after the strike, I stopped in Cloudsdale, shopping for a bed and mattress, and I ran into Cloud Kicker. She recognized me right off the bat. Don’t worry, everything’s okay,” he said to her stricken expression. “We just stated part of the Re-Acceptance Ritual. Kinda freaked out the others.”
“Others? Who else was there?”
“Oh, let’s see, Ditzy Doo, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash. Made me think of the small gangs of foals you sometimes see in school; you could tell they were tight.”
“Hmm, they sound like nice ponies. I wouldn’t mind meeting them,” Celestia replied with a smile. “Well, here we are. How much should I tell the others?” she added as they reached the doors.
“If it was up to me, ‘mind your own business’ would be it. It’s up to you. I’m not saying a thing if I don’t have to, but I won’t let them start. I might just show them what I’m really like.”
“I think Blueblood has a good idea about that,” she replied drily, with a slight laugh as the doors opened.
Everypony stood and bowed as Celestia’s party arrived, though a few glared at Verdigris. “What are those – ”
“That will be enough, Trumpet Vine,” Celestia replied sharply. Trumpet reacted as though she’d been slapped. “You haven’t heard – and I’d be surprised if you had – that this family lost two of its members last night, and a third is in intensive care. And you of all ponies know better. Gemstone’s family is as highly-placed as yours. I had assumed you left that fillyish jealousy behind; I suppose I was wrong.” The mare in question tried to duck out of sight, but couldn’t.
“Hawk’s dead, Vine. Are you happy now?” Gemstone replied with an undertone of old anger. “My daughter’s holding on by a thread. Does that make it better? My son nearly went mad, and came close to killing fifty ponies. Is that enough? When are you going to let go?” she hissed, her eyes hard despite her own tragedy.
Celestia looked between them and said, “I’d like to hear about this, Gemstone. I didn’t know.” Gemstone didn’t reply; she just stared at Trumpet, daring her to say something.
“Breeding,” Verdigris said, acid dripping from his voice. “You make Blueblood look good, and that’s saying something.”
“And who are you to sit with us?” Sterling Silver snarled. “So you’re an Alicorn. They seem to be popping out of any pony, so they’re not that special.” He had the nerve to look smug when Celestia ignored him. Verdigris didn’t miss how hard her eyes were.
Verdigris glared at him, then looked at Celestia with an expression that said, I’ll take care of this. “So, back to that nonsense. I’m her Highness’ god-son, in case you missed the gossip. As she told me, if I chose to make a deal out of it, you’d be bowing to me.” He made a face. “You disgusting toadies. If you had a brain, you’d know that doesn’t matter outside Canterlot, which is one reason I’ll never live here. You just don’t get it, and you never will.” He turned to Celestia. “I’m not hungry anymore, god-mother. May I be excused?”
Celestia nodded, her expression unreadable. Firelance, Sea Grass and Gemstone followed him out. After a moments’ indecision, Twilight bowed and joined them. A moment later, Fancypants and Fleur withdrew. “Well, that was certainly informative,” she replied with obviously-faked cheer. “I have a few things to catch up on. Sit down, and enjoy. That’s an order, you two,” she added as several scrolls appeared at her place. “This is your last Royal breakfast, so you’d better.”
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“Now I know why Uncle Mike hates nobles,” Verdigris muttered as they reached his rooms after looking in on Freewind.
“They’re not all like that,” Twilight said. “Some are pretty good ponies.”
“To your face. Behind your back, who knows what they’re saying,” Gemstone replied.
Sparkle had no answer, and followed when Verdigris opened the doors, nodding to Blaze as they passed. They were surprised to find Honey Bunch and Rigel there, with several covered plates at the table he knew wasn’t there when they left. “Oh, she knew it was going to happen.”
“No, but we did,” Rigel answered. “Sterling Silver and Trumpet Vine aren’t the worst, but they’re close.”
“You have no idea what the other hoof-mares have to put up with from them,” Honey said as she hugged Verdigris.
“I think I do, if what we just went through is an indication,” Gemstone replied scathingly. “Trumpet’s gotten worse since your father chose me over her.”
“Is there anything else you plan to drop on us that you never mentioned?” Verdigris said after a few minutes. “How about why a Canterlot-bred mare would choose an Oceanside-born stallion, when she had her choice of the high-and-mighty?”
Gemstone stopped and looked at him, not missing the implication. “We promised you’d never know, but, well, I think you need to after last night. Later.” She sighed and lowered her head. “I’m not sure I want to go back to Oceanside, Verdigris. There are a lot of good memories, but there are more bad ones. I don’t need to tell you,” she replied candidly.
He looked at Grass and Honey briefly. “No, you don’t,” he replied softly. “Oh, crap,” he said while face-hoofing as he remembered something. “She still wants us to get those physicals.”
“I was wondering how to break that one,” Grass said. “What about your birthday being in two days?”
“I don’t know, Grass. I don’t want to think about it, not right now.”
“Well, you can worry about that after breakfast. Come on, you’ve got to be starving. Especially after … well...” Honey trailed off uneasily.
“Yeah, we can put it off that long,” Firelance said as he trotted to the table.
“Well, maybe one of us is going to be all right,” Verdigris said to himself as he took his place. He looked at Twilight when she touched his hoof. Her eyes told him how sorry she was. “Yeah, I know. I promise it won’t happen again.”
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They didn’t go back to Oceanside that week, nor the next. It was six months later, after a lot of therapy and counseling, and only Verdigris left Canterlot. The fall college term was starting in a few months, and Grass wanted to be ready. She sent a letter, and that was all.
Freewind’s injuries healed quickly, but the night terrors didn’t end for a month. Firelance seemed to be all right, but he began displaying anger at almost everything. Gemstone spent a lot of time with them, but even then she was almost at wits’ end. Celestia had lent a hoof – she had the endless patience available from almost timeless experience – and it helped, though she still called in a trained psychologist.
Verdigris wasn’t the tough case everypony had expected, but they suspected he’d exorcised a lot of issues when he’d hunted-down Bronyiev. There was some deep-seated anger, but he’d cooperated to alleviate it, instead of fighting. He was almost shockingly candid with Doctor Maneslow about the resentment he still felt towards most of Oceanside’s inhabitants. His main concern was, naturally, about his mother and siblings.
Other than that, what time he didn’t spend in exercise and training, or reading and studying – with Twilight, of course – he spent sitting or standing on the balcony, looking out and thinking about the past few years. If he was lonely, nopony could tell.
The examinations Honey, Grass and Verdigris went through were almost perfunctory, and of less interest to them, though they were declared in perfect health. None of them were in any mood for the reason behind them, and by mutual agreement pushed that aside. There were other things that needed their attention.
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A month into the counseling sessions, Celestia stopped by the doctor’s office unannounced. He took one look and sighed. “I know you’re concerned, your Highness, but I can’t discuss their cases. Doctor-patient confidentiality.”
“Do I appear to care, Doctor?” Her tone wasn’t the one everypony was used to; it was that of a mother worried about her foals. “Say what you want to cover your flank, then tell me what I want to know.” He looked at her, then shrugged helplessly as he nodded. “All right,” she said as she settled onto a cushion. “I don’t want specifics. I want your honest opinions about them, and their recovery. They’re close to me in several ways, and I want what’s best for them. All of them, not just Gemstone and her foals.”
The Unicorn nodded again. “Verdigris should be all right, but I’d still watch him. Along with what went before, he’s had to take over his father’s role, and that’s a lot to dump on anypony. The youngsters are having typical post-traumatic stress reactions, but colts and fillies are surprisingly resilient. As long as nopony gives them any grief about it, they should recover fully. Gemstone’s going to be the hard one. She loved Hawkfeather deeply, and Sky almost as much as her own foals. I don’t know if she’ll ever completely recover from that, but I don’t know of any mare that has.”
“What about Honey Bunch and Sea Grass?”
“They weren’t quite as close, but they’re affected. They were almost part of the family, and losing her brother’s going to haunt Honey Bunch for some time. It doesn’t help that her father had a hoof in it, so that adds betrayal issues.” Maneslow rubbed his eyes. “I thought I’d seen it all. What they’ve been through is like reading Peythoof Place without the bed-hopping, mixed with The Godsire. The only problem is it’s all real.”
Celestia reacted badly, but after a little thought agreed with his assessment. “I don’t want to interfere, but I can’t see how going back to Oceanside will help. Verdigris can’t leave his station; he’s in the Patrol. Nopony else has any real ties left, and I’m sure the residents would start on them immediately. It’s that kind of town,” she said scathingly, for the first time Maneslow could remember. “I’ll have to see what I can do for the unfortunates in Oceanside, too. Sky’s mother was probably devastated, and she’s not the only one affected.”
Maneslow nodded. “You’re right, a change of scenery can’t hurt, and getting away from reminders will help. Verdigris should be all right with it. From what we discussed, that night was dealt with in Stalliongrad, and the rest isn’t worth worrying about. Old news.”
“What about … the Nightmare’s influence? It was there for three years.”
“Once he understood what it was, it wasn’t effective any more. He’s very strong-willed and independent, even more than most sea-side ponies. He solves his own problems unless he can’t, and then and only then he’ll go to others. From what I’ve learned about Hawkfeather and seen of Gemstone, I can see where he gets it, and I’ve no doubt you had a hoof in it, even if unintentionally. The Guard and Patrol emphasize that, as well. So, you’ve got a pony who won’t bother anypony else with his problems if he can avoid it.” Maneslow smiled slightly. “Not a bad trait, though he does seem stand-offish. The isolation did that, and it won’t go away soon, your Highness.”
Celestia nodded to herself. A very astute assessment, she thought. “So, he ought to be more or less fine,” she said, looking for confirmation.
“Yes. Verdigris’ not the problem, it’s his mother. She’s been hurt badly, and it opened all those old wounds. She’ll need the most time, and though it would be good for her to find another stallion, replacing Hawkfeather will be practically impossible. If she’ll even consider it.”
Celestia nodded again. “I think I might be able to talk to her about that; it’s something only mares can understand, but I’m at a disadvantage, of course. Even I have my limits, doctor.”
“I suppose you don’t have any widows on your staff.” Celestia shook her head. “That makes it a little more difficult, but not impossible. She just needs a sympathetic ear.”
The Princess smiled. “I take it you saw Honey’s cutie mark?”
“Yes. Two tea-cups with hearts on them.” He looked at her in confusion. “Is that significant?”
“It took a moment to puzzle out, but I realized it stood for ‘tea and sympathy’. She’s a good listener, and it helps that she’s been through what she has. She understands. Not perfectly, but enough to where she can at least commiserate, and possibly offer advice.”
Maneslow grunted a laugh. “I suppose.”
“All right. I’m sorry I pushed, but I’m serious about their recovery. Of all the ponies I know, they deserve what they’ve had to go through the least.”
Maneslow nodded. “I know, but remember, there’s only so much I can do.”
“Just do your best. That’s all I’m asking.”
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“Come down off your own and leave your body alone. Somebody must change. You are the reason I've been waiting all these years. Somebody holds the key. But I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time, and I'm wasted and I can't find my way home.” – Blind Faith, Can’t Find My Way Home (Blind Faith)
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Verdigris stood at the Canterlot train station. He’d decided to take the train the whole way, instead of flying to Cloudsdale or Ponyville first. He wasn’t sure if he could face any of the mares he’d met then, wasn’t sure he could keep himself in check if they asked how he was. They can’t help, and I don’t want to burden them, he thought. I’ve got enough on my mind as it is.
Verdigris felt somepony watching him, and looked toward the castle As he suspected, Celestia stood on the balcony of his rooms. I know you’re worried, but I’ve got to work this out myself, he told her silently. I’ll be careful. I promise.
I know, but I’m still going to worry, Verdigris. None of this was supposed to happen, and I can’t help feeling responsible.
It’s not your fault. It may not be anypony’s fault. You said I’d probably have a rough life, but I don’t think even you could have guessed just how rough. He smiled, and she did in return. I’ll be okay, and you’ll see me again, when I apply to the Academy. Hopefully, nothing happens to make it sooner.
Then I’ll look forward to that. Sometime again, Verdigris.
Sometime again, Celestia. He watched as she turned and entered the castle, then returned to his book. Several minutes passed, and the train labored up the track. When it stopped, several ponies debarked, and once the platform was clear the conductor called, “Boarding for Ponyville, and points south! All aboard!”
Verdigris put his book away, took out and presented his ticket, and soon settled into a seat, sighing with relief. Well, here I go again.
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Verdigris started awake at the touch on his shoulder, and looked at the conductor. “Oceanside, son. You’re home,” he said with a smile.
Am I? Maybe, Verdigris thought as he smiled and said, “Thanks.” He stood up and stretched, then gathered his saddlebags – a gift from Celestia, along with the books – and walked to the rear of the train. As he debarked, he looked around the platform, where he found Birchbark and Blackwolf, both in Patrol livery. He sighed in relief and joined them, tapping forelegs in greeting. “Well, this is a little better than last time. What gives?” he asked.
“I was about to ask you, lad,” Blackwolf replied. “But you seem all right. What about the others?”
“They’re staying. Celestia thought they’d be better off away from here, so nopony can harass them and to get away from the reminders. Free and ‘Lance should be okay, Honey and Grass, too, but mom...” he trailed off sadly. “Dad and Sky’s deaths really did her in. She’ll get better, but not soon. The doctor said a year, at the earliest.” He looked south with a sigh. “And I’ve got things to finish-up here.”
Blackwolf put a companionable wing across his adoptive-nephew’s back as they started towards town. “Not as much as you think, lad. The house is taken care of; I salvaged what I could. Fortunately, your parents believed in fire-safety, and the important documents survived. We’ve also processed your father’s death benefits and his pension, so your family won’t be hurting. Birchbark and I rammed them through, with Surestrike’s endorsement. Grass’ family isn’t going to be pleased to know she’s staying, however. As for Honey’s, well, Eaglefeather suffered a break-down when she got the news.” He scowled. “You should have killed that blighter. All the damage he caused, and he could garner sympathy.”
“Not with a broken back, he won’t,” Verdigris replied calmly. “What about what I said about my entire family dying while I was there?”
“Nopony really believed that, not even in Stalliongrad,” Birch replied. “The word is you came in, kicked flank and didn’t bother with names, then left. Calling yourself Stormhawk didn’t hide the fact you’re the only Alicorn stallion in Equestria. So far.”
“Oh, come on, Birch. The odds are so low it wouldn’t be any kind of bet,” Verdigris protested.
“Maybe, but it’s still possible,” Blackwolf countered. “I can’t say it’s a trend, but if the ratio holds there will be more. Given enough time, of course,” he finished as they reached the Grange.
“I’m still calling horse apples.”
“Your privilege. Once you get settled, I’d like to show you the memorial for Sky and your father. I think you’ll approve. I tried to capture them at their best, and like to believe I’ve succeeded.”
“He did a good job,” Birchbark amplified. “You’ll have to see it.”
Verdigris looked at them and nodded. “Gimme a few minutes, and I’ll be right down. Do I need my armor?”
“No, but it’s up to you.” Verdigris nodded and went upstairs. “Well, I think he’s going to be fine, ‘Wolf. He seems a lot better.”
Blackwolf nodded. “Yes, he does, though he’ll bear a little watching. I’ve gone through it before, and it never gets easier. I can still see their faces,” he replied soberly, just before hoof-steps preceded Verdigris down. “Right. Let’s go.”
He led the way, but not to the town’s cemetery. Instead he walked the path to the house, which had been stripped and demolished two months ago. “What’s the big idea?” Verdigris demanded.
“Are you wanting to be reminded every time you look this way?” Blackwolf snapped. “Don’t get peevish with me, colt. I’ve seen this too often to be unaffected, no matter how much I present that image. I can see it in your eyes, and I’m not fooled. You’re confused, uncertain and more than a bit scared, and you can’t afford that. You need closure, and so we’re here.” He waved a wing towards the former back yard, and Verdigris stopped and stared.
In perfect color and shape were statues of Hawkfeather and Sky Watcher. The picture Verdigris recognized had been taken and re-created impeccably in stone: Hawk was in his regalia, his helmet under one wing, and appeared to move at a trot, while Sky was winging past him; each had a wing extended and touching in what Pegasai called a “high-twenty”. Their smiles made Verdigris’ heart clench and tears start in his eyes. “Oh, Celestia, it’s perfect, Uncle Mike,” he murmured happily. “Absolutely perfect.” He turned and hugged the stallion tightly.
Blackwolf returned the hug with a smile. “Thanks, Verdigris. I had wondered. Sometimes I get it right on the first go.”
Birch looked at the memorial and smiled. “It sure is, ‘Wolf. I wondered why, but now I get it.” He walked around it in a wide circle. “I hope you sent a picture to the Princess.”
“You know I will. She’ll get it this evening.”
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“Letter for you, your Highness,” Rigel said as she entered. “It’s from Blackwolf.”
Celestia smiled. “Thank you, Rigel.” She took it and read the cover. “Oh. It’s for all the Oceanside ponies. Please get them. I don’t want to read this without them.”
The mare withdrew, and Celestia set the rolled parchment on her desk as she doffed her regalia and began brushing her mane. Her eyes couldn’t stop straying to it, even as she kept from touching it until Gemstone, her foals, Honey and Grass arrived. “What is it, Celestia?”
“Blackwolf sent a letter, but he wanted you present when I read it.” She opened it and the first item that came to light was a picture of Sky and Hawk’s memorial. “Oh, Michael. What a wonderful job,” she murmured as she showed it to them.
Gemstone took the picture in her hoof and stared, then smiled. “It captures them perfectly, Celestia. It’s just what I’d have wanted.” She passed it to Honey Bunch, who broke into happy tears, as did Grass and Freewind, while Firelance pumped a hoof.
Celestia cleared her throat and read the letter. “Dear Celestia, Gemstone, Honey Bunch, Sea Grass, Freewind and Firelance,
“Firstly, please let me say I’m deeply sorry for your loss, as Hawk was a pony to be proud of, and Sky was a wonderful colt, when given the opportunity.
“I hope this letter finds you well, and in good spirits. As you can see, I’ve done the best I thought possible for Hawkfeather and Sky Watcher. Verdigris has seen it and told me it’s perfect, which is gratifying. I know you’re wondering after him, and upon seeing his reaction, I know he’ll be fine. This is not the first time I’ve been through such a tragedy, and I hope you’re able to weather it as well as he has.
“I took the liberty – and consider it the highest privilege – of wrapping-up your affairs here in Oceanside, Gemstone. Hawk’s benefits and pension have been implemented, and will be available to you upon request. At Verdigris’ suggestion, I’ve also transferred the grounds of your house to the Patrol’s custody. I know how painful returning would be for you, and if it hasn’t been mentioned before now, I strongly suggest you never return to Oceanside. There are too many reminders, and even a year might be too soon, if you were ever considering it. You can’t move on, otherwise; conversely, you can’t heal if you can’t move on. You must believe me when I tell you I know from hard experience, and Celestia knows something of what I speak. Even now, it’s still painful.
“You’ve no need to worry. Every part of the matter has been taken care of. My only admonition is, however difficult it may be, try to live again. I’ve seen too many waste away in grief to let it happen to you. As I’m sure Celestia has said, none of you deserved what transpired six months ago. I’ve included a list of what I’ve done, so you may study it at your leisure.
“In closing, please go on, if for no other reason than your own sakes. Take care.
“I am,
“Your good friend and humble servant, Blackwolf.”
Celestia closed the letter, tears in her eyes, and passed it to Gemstone. “I think everything will be all right again.”
Honey Bunch sighed as she looked at the picture again. “Verdigris is right. He caught Sky perfectly.”