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// The Thickest Of Problems Are Always The Simplest 
// Story: Fayte's arrival 
// by Fayte 
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Fayte started to walk into a thick fog, trying to figure out where he was. A dark figure was sitting in front of him, always moving away yet not moving at all. He constantly followed, yet never sped up to try and catch it. Oh great, not this dream again. Fayte had experienced these lucid dreams since he was a young colt. He used to shrug them off, but ever since he left his homelands, they gained more details, such as the figure having a grey foreleg. Fayte tried to perceive more from the figure but the dream was starting to fade away, a gaping pit beginning to form in the distance he was traveling. He sighed as he ran in the direction of the hole, sighing in a annoyed tone. I hate the dreamscape. 

Fayte awoke to the sound of bubbling, something that always soothed him. He sighed with his eyes still shut. He heard the sound of three sets of hooves, one of which was nearly always skipping a beat while the other two were steady and well paced. He began to pull off his best skill possible; acting like he was asleep. He slightly rustled his bed sheets as the three sets of hooves got closer, climbing the wooden steps. He relaxed his heart rate by breathing slowly and softly, each second becoming unbearable.
As the hoofsteps grew louder, Fayte wondered where he was, but made no movements to check. He heard a door creak nearby, but not very close to him. All the hoofsteps stopped, as the door seemed to stay open. A dignified, yet subtle voice spoke up in a whisper. "Is it alright?" Another voice spoke up with a calm and reassuring tone. "He is fine, his hinde legs must have been caught in prickly vines." The rhyming reminded Fayte of his family, whom had always spoke in the tongue twisting skill. He had started to hate it since he was able to remember. Yet the voice made him inwardly smile. 

something suddenly landed next to Fayte, light yet forcefully sitting next to him on the decent sized bed. He involuntarily slid over slightly due to the new weight on the bed. A slight gasp was made and two pairs of hoofsteps began to move hastily over to the bed, all the while a pair of hooves picked him up in a very strong hug. "I can't wait to throw a party for him. When do you think he will be waking up!?" Fayte had popped his eyes open and was gasping for air. He knew he wasn't the most fit of zebra, but he was by no means frail. He noticed a purple haze nearby that was trying to pry him out of the killer grip that he was held in.

"Pinkie -ugh- please let go -ungh- of the injured pony." And just like that, Fayte fell limp onto the bed... for the most part. His head hit the ground with a great thump, which was all but unpleasant. His head began to throb with enough force that he could feel the pulse of it through the hardwood floor. He was about to try getting up, but was a second too slow. As he began to move, the remnants of his horn began to leak magic onto the floor, which began to cover his forelegs. He pulled himself up as the dark green colored magic clung to him. He sighed as his body was covered by the entire aura his horn sent off. He looked up to where the purple blur was and noticed something odd. It was a purple pony. With a zebra that looked like his mother next to her. He noticed the look of shock on the purple pony's face while the zebra smiled. He felt a small thudding on his back and craned his head back to see a hot pink blur bouncing on his back. 'Well, thats quite unsettling.' He stared for a while before clearing his throat. He opened his mouth but was beaten to the punch. 

"Pinkie, could you please get off the injured pony?" And just like that, the thumping was gone. The blur had slid right in front of him suddenly, speaking as if the world was about to end. Fayte started to think as the pony began to talk up a storm. 'What was I doing again? I remember entering a forest, then-' His train of thought was interrupted by a soft growling coming from his stomach. He blushed slightly, forgetting that he was running low on supplies. His magic ceased to work, all of it dispersing into the air after crystallizing and shattering into dust. Fayte started to get antsy, looking for his satchel that he always had on his left hinde leg. He finally spoke up as the room was covered with voices from the two ponies. "Um... where is my satchel?" 

The zebra, whom was silent the entire time nodded, walking slowly to a cabinet and pulling out a small tan bag that had blackish green strap on it. Fayte sighed in a relaxed manner, not even noticing that he was holding his breath. As the zebra placed the bag on the bed, Fayte started to dig through it, looking for something. "Aha!" He said with his snout still in the bag. He began to shake the bag off, his mane flopping around like a whip. He began to get aggravated and stopped, sighing as he looked at the three females in the room, two of which had begun giggling while the other seemed to be emotionless. The zebra assisted Fayte with the bag, biting on the strap and pulling the satchel off of his face. Fayte had a small blush due to the embarrassment, He was about to speak, but he realized that there would be a major problem. The green zebra had a small vial in his mouth that was slowly shifting in color, going from a grassy green to a silvery blue before becoming blue. The color switched back to green and repeated the color shifting.  Fayte gently put down the vial with utmost care. He cleared his throat while trying to calm down, his small blush still there. "U- um, anyway, what happened? I remember seeing a cockatrice, but thats about where my memories stop. Can someb- I mean, somepony fill me in?" Fayte asked, glad that he was so accustomed to interacting with other species.

As soon as Fayte finished his question,  the pink blur began to speak with haste. Fayte opted not to listen, looking at the purple unicorn with pleading eyes. The unicorn caught his glance and nodded, smiling at, what Fayte assumed, was her friend. "Pinkie, how about I explain. You can go back to town and prepare for your party." As soon as the word 'party' left the unicorn mare's mouth the pink demon was gone, off to burn whatever poor fool was going to have a party. in the pink blurs wake were the words "thanks Twilight. See you there!" 

"So, as you were saying, miss Twilight?" Fayte said, trying to be as courteous as possible. 

"Well, we rushed over as soon as Scootaloo had made it to the town. Luckily we were all together when we heard." Twilight began to speak of how her and her friends had raced through the Everfree forest, searching for Fayte. Meanwhile, Fayte continued to listen while emptying his bag and re-organizing it. The contents revealed a photo a swirl with small triangles all pointing outwards from the center of the swirl, as well as a photo of a zebra with four ivory rings around her neck with two foals next to her, a green one and a blue one. both photos were very worn out, as if they had been held for a long time. Along with these photos were vials of potions, all of which were a different color and shade. each vial had a symbol on it. Fayte smiled as he lined them up in order. His left ear continued to twitch as he heard the story of how he had gotten here. Fayte lifted a random potion up between his hooves and drank it in one gulp, his magic being rekindled. he began to place all the vials in the  satchel with a small tendril of magic that was tethered to him.He placed the photo away of the zebra and two foals away while leaving the other image out. As Twilight finished telling the story, Fayte smiled and thanked her happily. Just as Twilight was about to leave, Fayte stopped her, grabbing the swirl picture and smiling. "By any chance, have you seen this image somewhere?" Fayte asked, his eyes showing hope.