The night being a rough storm of emotions and lack of sleep, Drake woke with groggy eyes. His thoughts had kept him up for a majority of the night and his emotions were ten times longer and worst. Sunlight shone in his eyes, making him glare at the window. He didn't feel like getting up on this morning after the terrible night he had, but he knew he still had to repay Crayton for all he had done at the very least. It was true that Crayton hadn't asked for anything in return, but Drake felt that the least he could do was help out. Most ponies would probably just be thankful, but Drake always felt he had to keep it equal with those who helped him. With a long groan, Drake slipped out of bed and into the cold air that nipped away at the heat, trying to make him cold. Drake's green eyes scanned the area, finding that Crayton wasn't in the house, with that in mind, Drake assumed that he had gone outside to check the perimeter. He glanced at the door, trying to blink away the weariness from his eyes. Although tired, Drake knew he had to go out and find out where Crayton was. He groaned again and began to slowly shuffle towards the doorway.
The door creaked as Drake opened it, but he ignored it, doubting any mobs being around, for it was morning after all. When he opened the door fully he was greeted by a gust of wind. It brought a shiver to his spine and made him a little cold, but Drake knew he would probably have to tough out worst if he was stuck here. His mane was blown back and fell back into his eyes. Drake simply moved the hair away from his line of sight and gazed out from the deck. From where he stood, he could see Crayton sitting in the field. He was looking up at the sky, his focus didn't even make him turn when the door creaked. Drake watched him for a few seconds, and found that he was like a guard he use to see in Canterlot. Stiff and well focused on what he was looking at. Drake remembered seeing many guards and it was common for them to just stand there and stare blankly ahead, waiting to be dismissed or for something interesting to occur. Taking slow and cautious steps, Drake began to walk over to Crayton. As he drew closer, hardly making a sound, he stopped, debating if he should disturb him.
"How was your sleep?"
Startled, Drake stepped back, he didn't know Crayton had noticed. It was just like a Canterlot guard, they seemed to be ignorant to notice things, when really they were quite aware.
"Good, I guess," Drake answered, his voice wavering slightly from the surprise.
Crayton smiled, and still looked ahead at the mountains. Drake had no clue what he was looking at, but it just looked like a normal mountain, but Drake couldn't be certain in this world. He simply didn't understand what was so exhilarating about a mountain, but Drake dismissed it and walked to his friend's side, sitting down on the cool grass. He glanced at Crayton, who was still looking at the same part of the mountain as he was before.
"What are you looking at?" Drake finally asked, unable to see what was so exhilarating about the mountain.
"Just the mountain, anyways, I guess we should get to work," Crayton answered, standing up and walking back towards the house.
Drake followed, feeling guilt burn into his heart and his lies becoming fresh in his mind. The cold dew on his hooves didn't even distracted him about the very thought. He felt like a traitor for keeping it hidden for the last couple of days, especially since Crayton had welcomed him in with extreme hospitality
Maybe I should tell him. Crayton has the right to know, he is a friend after all. I mean he welcomed me in when I needed it and we have bonded. He deserves to know I lied, Drake thought, soon frowning.
Crayton stopped at the stairs and gave him a confused look, having no idea what the sudden frown was about.
"Hey, what's up? You look sad all of a sudden," Crayton asked, sounding slightly concerned.
Drake looked up at Crayton and that only made the fear come and the guilt worst. He debated for a few seconds, but assured himself that telling him was truly for the best. With a sigh, Drake gathered up the rest of his courage.
"I need to tell you something," Drake stated simply.
Crayton laughed, "That's all? C'mon it can't be that bad."
With a few more moments of gathering up more courage, Drake prepared for the possible anger. His breathing being the only thing calming him, even his the fear pouring into his mind to make it a lot worst. The fear of being killed or loosing a friend, that was certainly the fear he felt.
"I lied to you about knowing nothing about my past," Drake said quickly.
Crayton just looked at him, staring blankly, "What? You lied to me."
Drake nodded, "I'm sorry, I-I-I just didn't know what to tell you, I will explain, just please let me."
Drake begged, biting down on his lower lip, of which he did when he was nervous. He hoped that Crayton would give him the second chance he needed to explain himself, to tell the truth. He even was going to tell him about Canterlot and how he actually played this as a game, even the hypnotic ways of his laptop, all of it!
"Well then, I guess you have a lot of explaining to do," Crayton said, sounding agitated.
Drake felt a little hurt hearing the distrustful tone of Crayton, but he knew he deserved it. Every single time he rewound the words in his head, he only reminded himself he had lied. Drake knew it was there, the distrust just because of his stupid lie and he hated himself for doing it. Crayton sat down and Drake just sat across from him on the deck. Drake just sighed and looked at his hooves.
"The truth is I don't come from Craftia at all, I don't even belong to this universe," Drake started pausing for a second, "I actually come from Equestria, from a city called Canterlot. There I am a gamer, and I had a family, but on the night you found me, I was transported here. This may sound insane, but my laptop transported me here, and this, this use to be a game I played. It's maybe hard to swallow, but I promise, it's the truth," Drake explained, a knot forming in his stomach.
The knot was forming tighter as Crayton stayed silent. Drake had a feeling he didn't believe him at all since he was being so quiet. More concern swelled in Drake as he thought that he may have lost his only friend in this world. Drake just looked down, knowing he may have lost his only friend. Crayton looked up at Drake, and watched him look down, clearly frightened about the mess he may have created.
"I believe you," Crayton said, smiling.
Drake looked up, and seeing the reassuring smile upon Crayton's face, he to smiled. Although he felt terrible for lying, he was just happy to find that he hadn't lost his only friend. Drake even knew that he was lucky and he was very thankful to be lucky.
"I can tell your being truthful, you look sorry, but don't you dare lie to me again, got it?"
"Yeah, and I am sorry, I just didn't know what to tell you," Drake apologized.
"It's fine, I wouldn't know what to tell myself. I have questions, but I think it is best i don't ask them. How about we have a break today instead? Honestly, I am dog tired," Crayton asked, yawning at the end.
"Sounds good to me," Drake agreed.
With that the twosome went inside and Drake felt better. However he knew he had been lucky, he had to have been. He had lied to a friend and was fortunate Crayton believed him enough to accept his apology. With the rough truth left behind, he looked at Crayton. He was rummaging through the chest again, possibly sorting, but of course, Drake was unsure, for he didn't even know what was concealed in the chest.
"Crayton," Drake said, getting his attention.
"Yeah?"
"Why don't you tell me about your past?" Drake asked curiously.
Crayton frowned immediately, "I don't want to talk about it, besides, it's not important."
Drake watched Crayton, seeing him frown and no longer joyful, even his bright blue eyes seemed to loose their color. Drake also frowned, was he not considered a friend, or at least not enough of one to learn his past?
"Crayton, you can trust me, I am your friend," Drake pushed slightly, trying to reassure him it would be okay.
"Please, just drop it," Crayton said.
Although Crayton had said it, Drake could tell he was begging for him to drop it. Drake just glanced at him one last time, then averted his attention to outside. He looked out the window, not asking any further question, but still wondering why Crayton didn't want to say anything of his past.
Does he even trust me, or I am I just a pawn to him? Drake thought, and for a long while he stared blankly out the window, lost in the thought.