//------------------------------// // Weary Traveler // Story: Time Lost // by Terciel1249 //------------------------------// Time Lost Ch. 2: Weary Traveler Disclaimer: I do not own the right to My Little Pony, all other characters are mine. Discord stared dumbfounded at the twitching body inside the smoldering crater. The thing’s sharp breathing mixing with the choir of sounds filling the forest. Just larger than a small dog, the former human resemble nothing like his former race or much of a pony for that matter. I feel as though some divine entity will be disappointed he didn’t turn out to be a pony. His face had shifted to become more angled like an arrowhead, a sharp curved beak gasping for air. Discord felt despair filling his heart, the little thing still retained the wounds from before. Crimson fluid covering a majority of the disheveled feathers on his face and body, torn tissue exposed to the open air. At the top of his head, white feathers poked in every direction outlined in a deep black. From what Discord could make out from the spacing the feather not covered in blood, the plumage appeared to be a pristine white that flowed from his head to his chest. Flowing across his sides and down his front legs, the short feathers were a shade of deep grey. The yellow talons open and closed, the new body convulsed to the throbbing pain. Two light grey wings twitched. They were longer than a Pegasus flowing to a sharp point. His hind legs were strange even by Discord’s standards. Feathers giving way to a short fur coat of deepest blue resembling a pony’s rear. Toughs of white fur appeared over his cream colored hooves. Splintered bone lay open to the elements from the destroyed joint of the right leg. A short scruffy tail of pure white sprouted from the human’s spine. Discord was puzzled, What in the name of Tartarus happened? Discord slowly advanced, holding his paw over the young human to scan his body. Muscles twitched under his skin, the human's lone eyes rolling in all directions under the lid. Thankfully, the mind wasn’t working right now. Black emptiness laid human’s weakened mind to rest. Discord could feel the chaotic magic’s effects on the body, twisting and contorting the human’s into its present form. So much magic, Discord feared the spell might have gone overboard. Discord continued to study the magic feeling it flow through every vein and organ, ensuring they operate properly. To his relief, the magic was keeping him alive. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks. I didn’t think of that. With so much chaotic magic inside his body, the human could have easily succumbed to magic poisoning. When too much magic exists within a single body, the magic can slowly break down the connecting tissue until nothing remains. Only the more powerful forms of magic could create such an effect, few recorded cases of magic poisoning have occurred in Equestria. Most ended in tragedy. Here, Discord’s magic stopped just short of that line. If Discord were to try and heal the human’s injuries, it would probably kill the human before he could even move. For these wounds to heal, the safest bet would be for nature to run its course. Then why is he so young? Discord shook his head, becoming lightheaded trying to solve this mystery and the amount of magic used. A thought struck his head, a light bulb flashing over his head. Magic is what it is. Who am I to say what it should be? Discord crouched next to the human, gently sliding both of his paws under the griffin’s body. Discord froze, a high pitched yelp escaping the yellow beak. Slowly, gently, Discord pulled the trembling body into his chest. Thank the universe he isn’t conscious, that would have complicated things. Taking a steadying breath, Discord prepared his trip for Ponyville. His first thoughts were to go to Fluttershy’s home, but he froze. How could I forget! She’s won’t be home for three more days. Stupid rabbits and their breeding habits. Discord jumped into the air, turning to face Ponyville’s general direction. Cold wind blew past the pair, Discord taking a deep breath of the crisp clean air. Discord’s brow furrowed, how should he approach Ponyville with the human? The draconequus sighed in irritation, “Nice going Discord. Due to your lack of foresight, you have no idea what to do next. This is just like that jockstrap incident, only now Celestia can’t bury it in a hole!” What’s done is done, she’ll understand. I’ll just have to deal with it when I tell her. Speaking of Celestia, the sun slowly rose behind the tall mountain tops of central Equestia where Canterlot was located. Wow, I wasted way too much time. Still trying to think of a solution to his human predicament, Discord looked down to check on his passenger. The little guy was shivering in his arms, the cold air doing nothing for his open wounds. Discord growled in frustration, pulling a small blue blanket from nothing to wrap around the human. Ignoring the blood he smeared across his arms and chest, Discord mumbled “I can’t go directly to the hospital. They won’t allow me there after the last time I tried to cheer up their patients.” Discord could still feel the nurse’s hooves bucking him out of the heavy wooden front doors. A new problem emerged in his head; he was carrying a wounded griffon in his arms. Questions would be asked and ponies everywhere would think he did it. Which we did, but that’s not the point right now. The hospital staff would also know of his involvement, which could leak back to the human and cause further problems. Discord’s head spun, trying to think of who he could ask for help. Secrecy was key. If he were to stay out of the lime-light in this human’s life, no pony could see them together. The more ponies that knew about his envolvement, the less likely Discord could remain hidden. I’ll have to inform Celestia as soon as possible. She’ll be better suited to talk to everypony. Plus, she’ll be able handle any legal stuff that might pop up. Discord continued this line of thought, still set on getting the human to Ponyville as soon as possible. The magic may keep him alive for the time being, but Discord wanted him in a professional’s care as soon as possible. I think the best approach would have to be a pony coming across him in the open. Discord clicked in tongue in thought. This would be the best option for him. If Discord managed to position the human in just the right spot and a pony JUST SO HAPPENED to find him, he would be able to watch from the shadows and nopony would be the wiser. In a flash of light, Discord appeared among the clouds above Ponyville. The sun’s rays just starting to touch the small homes. Only the earliest of risers were up at this time. Hm. Who should I pick? Discord’s skin began to dissolve, the draconequus and human become translucent to avoid any prying eyes. Flying into the town proper, Discord searched for the right pony. He passed by many ponies. But none really popped out at Discord as worthy. Too short. Too tall. To stinky, seriously when’s the last time you took a bath? And what is going on with your hair girl? Discord stared incredulously as a mare passed, her green mane looking like it was attacked by a twister with leaves and twigs sticking out in every direction. Discord sighed in realization that he really wasn’t the best judge of character. Any of these ponies could be more than willing to offer a helping hoof, but what about a caregiver to a griffon? Celestia did say he needed a loving family. Who would be the most welcoming and loving family in Ponyville? With so few ponies to choose from, the search started to become desperate. All of the warm faces looked nice, but Discord would only choose the best for his little human. Oh no, I’m turning into a mare. Rising above the Victorian style housing, Discord’s eyes scanned the horizon. The bright sun sent orange and purple waves across the heavens, filling the eastern lands with warm light. On the horizon, Discord’s eyes fell on a single trail leading from Ponyville towards the apple orchard. Following the trail, Discords invisible eyebrows shot up. I think I just found a candidate. Flying towards the worn dirt trail, Discord watched the single stallion make his way into Ponyville towing a cart behind him. He was big and tall, with a red coat, green eyes, ginger mane and freckles. On his flank, a large sliced open green apple shone against his darker coat. A worn leather yoke was wrapped around the stallion’s neck. Discord scratched his chin with his tail, I know I know him from somewhere. What was his name? Vivid memories appeared of this red stallion, first acting as a dog and later being forced to use a bucket as a raft after those dastardly beavers flooded Sweet Apple acres. Discord knew who this pony was, Applejack’s brother. “Big Macaroon… No wait, Big Macintosh!” The stallion’s head snapped towards the source of the voice, Discord clamping his mouth shut. You tend to get me into a lot of trouble. Don’t you mouth? Discord gently floated further down the path, Big Mac’s head swiveled to each side to try and locate who had called his name. The draconequus’s mind pondered the possibilities. He’s Applejack’s brother, so he’s a good pony if he’s anything like his sister. I do remember the Apples pride themselves on their connection as a family. Hmmmmmm. This just might work. Hope took root in Discord’s heart, what better home than the Apples. Sorry Fluttershy. Your home would be great too. Though Angel can be a bit of a handful. With a plan in mind, Discord silently moved further down the road and away from Macintosh. Only when the stallion was barely a blur did Discord stop. Just on the edge of the houses, Discord gently untangled the human from the blue fabric. Discord whispered, “So long little guy,” with great care Discord placed the new griffon onto the cold ground directly in the center of the road. Discord floated away silently, hiding behind the corner of a bright yellow house. Discord’s eyes never left the human. 0 0 0 Ah sure do love the morning. Macintosh Apple, or Big Mac as everypony called him, silently marched towards Ponyville with his cart of apples. This morning would be Big Mac’s turn to sell apples, a job he did enjoy. Socializing wasn’t his strong suite, but Big Mac did enjoy the spending time with other ponies. The morning was still cool, feeling great against his fur. A light breeze ruffled his mane during his walk. The only sound accompanying the stallion was the crunching of gravel under his hooves and the squeaking of wheels from the wooden cart. Big Mac wasn’t in any rush. The sun just started to catch up to the farm pony, warming his back and casting his shadow on the brown earth. As the houses came into view, Big Mac’s heart stopped for a second when a new sound approached him on the breeze. He swore he could hear the faintest of whimpers. Scanning the road ahead of him, Big Mac found the source. It was small and barely moving. Lurching forward, Big Mac rushed to the spot with dread at the thought of a hurt and helpless animal. Skidding to a stop, his hooves digging into the earth, Big Mac was shocked to see the animal that lay at his hooves. A griffon. His feathers in every direction, torn flesh across his arm, chest, back and face all covered in flaking red blood. Big Mac unlatched himself from the cart in as fast as he could. Lowering his head to the griffon, Big Mac felt relief seeping into his bones upon seeing the rise and fall of the griffon’s chest. Big Mac’s head shot up, questing to the surrounding area worried about a predator about to attack. It looks like he’s been attacked by a timberwolf, but I don’t see anything. Shoving that thought into the back of his mind, Big Mac gently hoisted the griffon onto his back. The griffon flinched at the touch of Big Mac’s muzzle under his body. Big Mac carefully galloped towards the Ponyville hospital, trying not to throw off his passenger. All the while, a pair of yellow eyes never lost sight of their charge. Ponies called after Big Mac, but he ignored them. Legs pounded against the rough dirt roads of Ponyville, sending clouds of dust in his wake. Big Mac’s mind remained on his task, but he could help but wonder why a griffon was in Ponyville. Ah mean we do see a little traffic from griffons, but this just don’t feel right to me. On the opposite side of town stood Ponyville General Hospital, a two story structure of unassuming white washed walls. A large archway of dark brown wood overshadowed the thick double doors of similar wood. Through these doors, Big Mac burst through and startling the white pony with a pink mane tied back into a tight bun. A gust of wind tore through the room, knocking off all of the paper off her spotless desk and onto the pristine white tile. Anger flashed in Nurse Redheart’s eyes as Big Mac rushed past the light green chairs and tables lining both sides of the room, almost slipping on the smooth tile. Her anger dissolved in a heartbeat as Big Mac presented his rider. Nurse Redheart called for a stretcher, her voice loud in the quiet hallways. Two ponies raced around the corner, a wheeled stretcher sandwiched between them. Deftly, the griffon was silently removed from the farm pony’s back and deposited in the center of the smooth pad. Big Mac turned back to Nurse Redheart, the pair leaving with the patient. Nurse Redheart asked, handing a clipboard and papers towards him, “Would you please take these forms and fill them out?” Big Mac’s brow furrowed, his low voice reverberating in the quiet room, “Um… I don’t know anything about the kid. I just found him that way in the middle of the road.” The nurse’s eyes widened in shock and just the hint of horror, “Oh, would you please take a seat? We’ll need you to speak with our representative from Foal Protective Services.” Big Mac felt a twinge in his gut at the mention of FPS. Nurse Redheart noticed the uneasiness in the big stallions eyes, “Don’t worry too much about it. The counselor will need your statement for her report to her office in Canterlot and for the Royal Guards.” Big Mac nodded in understanding, his mind focusing on another problem. How am ah going to get the cart? If I could get a message to Applejack, she’ll be able to handle it. If only a pony - “Ah!” Big Mac nearly jumped out of his skin. The stallion’s vision suddenly filled with a pair of bright blue eyes and a pink muzzle. Pinkie Pie giggled as Big Mac shook his head to settle his nerves, “Hiya Big Mac!” “Hello, Miss Pinkie,” Big Mac greeted slowly. Pinkie Pie proceeded to bounce in one place, her smile revealing all of her perfectly white teeth. Pinkie Pie continued bouncing for several long minutes before Big Mac worked up the nerve to ask, “Um, what brings ya’ll here today?” Pinkie Pie stopped mid-bounce, “Weeeeeell, I was asleep in my bed then my tail was all twitching, but not twitchy-twitchy like when something falls, and then my left knee was all shaky but not shaky-shaky. So I knew somepony would need my help and here I am!” Ah’m not gonna ask how. Big Mac asked, “Miss Pie –“ Pinkie turned her big blue eyes on the red stallion, Kinda creeping me out. “ - Could ya send for Applejack and have her pick up the apple cart? It’s just outside of Ponyville.” Pinkie Pie gave a sharp salute before flying out the door in a blur of pink. Big Mac sighed in relief, one problem solved. Taking a seat on the cold upholstery, Big Mac busied himself with the newest issue of ‘Physics of the Universe.’ Inside the observation room, a unicorn with orange fur and a combed brown mane began to assess the patient’s condition. The nurse assisting the procedure strapped a sensor to the griffon’s arm, the heart monitor blazing to life. Green rays of light poured from Dr. Stable’s horn, flowing over the griffon’s body. The doctor called the nurse, “Nurse! Where is Dr. Hoarse?” “He’s home,” came the quick reply. Dr. Stable snapped, “Get him here on the double! We need a physician who can operate on griffons!” The nurse released a quick squeak of fear before tearing down the hallway and into the streets of Ponyville. Dr. Stable called for a second assistant, before going to work on cleaning and prepping the griffon for surgery. Is he a griffon? 0 0 0 Dr. Hoarse awoke with a startle, a loud banging echoing down the silent hallways of his home. The grey unicorn with a white mane grumbled to his sleeping wife, “I’ll get it dear.” Leaving his warm bed with a groan, Dr. Hoarse moved through the quiet house. Dr. Hoarse hissed as the morning sun stung his eyes, surprised to find one of the nurses standing on his front door. The nurse’s mane was frazzled. Having to run to the opposite side of Ponyville was not an easy endeavor. “Really bad! *huff* Child! *huff* Griffon!” were all the words Hoarse could get out of her mouth. Hoarse’s weariness vanished, his pride as a doctor rising in him as he burst from the front steps and into the streets of Ponyville. The nurse called after him, but all he heard was the rushing of wind in his ears. Hoarse ducked, dived and dodged the inhabitants of the town as they moved into the streets. 0 0 0 “Mr. Apple.” Big Mac looked up from his magazine, finding a light tan Earth Pony wearing a purple dress jacket buttoned up with her light violet hair short and combed back. A large clipboard was laid across her back. Her amber eyes watched Big Mac, the large stallion offering her a hoof. The mare smiled before introducing herself, “I’m Counselor Mary Sue from the Office of Foal Protective Services.” Taking a seat next to Big Mac, Mary readied her clipboard and pen, “Could you please describe to me how this griffon came into your care?” Before Big Mac could answer, a grey unicorn burst through the double door and blazed through the lobby. Nurse Redheart groaned as her papers littered the floor once again. Big Mac explained his situation, answering all of the counselor’s questions. Within five minutes, Dr. Hoarse had cleaned himself with a quick spell before donning his green scrubs, muzzled cover, surgery gown and cap. Entering the OR, Dr. Hoarse greeted two other ponies in the room, “Good morning Dr. Stable and Nurse Whitecoat.” The unicorn and white Earth pony nodded in return before turning back towards the x-rays pressed against the white viewing screen. Behind the pair, in the center of the room on the surgical table laid his patient. Heart monitor and IV attached to his left arm. The patient’s right arm was covered in bandages along with small cuts on his sides and back. Dr. Stable may not know much about the griffon anatomy, he could still provide basic First Aid. Dr. Hoarse joined the pair, taking note of the cracked ribs and light splotches in the center of the body. “How’s he doing?” Dr. Stable chewed his lip for a few seconds, “He’s stable and I’ve just put him on some fluids. When I scanned him, I noticed a strange magic in his body. It’s keeping him alive, but I don’t want to try any major healing spells. They might make the situation worse. My main concern is the broken leg, ribs, his eye and this internal bleeding around the abdomen.” Dr. Stable motioned with his hoof towards a splash of grey just under the ribs. “Hmm.” Dr. Hoarse thought deeply. “First, we’ll start with the face reconstruction. I want to see if we can save the eye, if not we’ll have to cauterize the central artery and veins to the retina after removing the damaged tissue. Second, the leg and then we’ll move onto the torso. Is that a sound plan to you?” The pair nodded, Dr. Hoarse continued, “Nurse we’re going to need 10 CC’s of local anesthetic, but keep it mild.” So began the surgery, Dr. Hoarse taking the reins as Dr. Stable and Nurse Whitecoat assisted. 0 0 0 “Thank you, Big Mac,” counselor Mary Sue said as she gently placed the stack of paperwork back on her clipboard. Mary commented, “You’re more than welcome to stay and wait for him. Or you can leave. I have your contact information if my office or the hospital needs any further information.” Big Mac shook his head, “I’ll stay here ma’am. It doesn’t seem right to leave a little guy like that all alone.” The counselor merely smiled at him before taking her leave. Big Mac tried to return to the magazine, but another interruption burst through the door followed by a very familiar southern accent, “Big Mac! What in tarnation is going on here?” Big Mac responded by putting a hoof to his lips, “Shh! This is a hospital Applejack, not a barn.” Now red with embarrassment, Applejack approached her brother looking him dead in the eyes with her ears pulled back, “What happened?” “I found an injured griffon in the middle of the road,” Big Mac answered simply. “Do you know who they are?” Applejack raised an eyebrow. “Nope,” Big Mac shook his head. “He’s just a little guy, but he was roughed up pretty bad.” Applejack calmed down slightly, glad that Big Mac wasn’t in trouble. Big Mac asked, “Did ya get the cart?” “I parked it out front.” Applejack asked, “What’re you gonna do now?” Big Mac rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, “Um, I was hoping ah could stay here and wait for some news. Would ya be willing to take over for the cart today?” Applejack nodded, smiling kindly. The big lug always did have a big heart. Applejack said, “Sure thing, Big Mac. But I’ll send some of my friends to check up on ya from time to time.” Big Mac nodded, knowing Applejack worried too much at times. Applejack said a quick goodbye, leaving Big Mac alone in the lobby to wait. From the ceiling, the pair of yellow eyes that followed the red stallion filled with happiness. Discord could leave everything in Big Mac’s capable hooves. Now, he needed to head back to Canterlot. 0 0 0 Celestia sat at head of the long banquette table. In front of her sat a bowl of cereal, a salad of varying fruits and a tall glass of OJ. Levitation the newspaper before her eyes, Celestia scanned the cover with a bored expression. It’s nice that there’s no threat to Equestria, but can there at least be some excitement today. In an explosion of ceiling tiles, stucco, wood and dust, Discord plummeted from the ceiling and onto the table. Ow. The draconequus underestimated how tired he was during his flight from Ponyville and decided to take a quick nap before talking to Celestia. Too bad he was mid flight when he decided to take said nap. Celestia sighed in agitation, Discord’s muzzle planted firmly in her cereal bowl. Be careful what you wish for. Bubbles broke the surface of the milk, causing the wheat cereal to swirl around the surface. “Good morning Discord,” Celestia commented offhandedly. More bubbles. Celestia noticed the draconequus appeared to be greyer, his brown fur and other colors faded. “You released the human.” It wasn’t a question. A rapid succession of bubbles preceded the statement, Celestia waiting patiently for them to stop. Celestia said, rubbing a hoof to her now throbbing temple, “Discord what am I going to do with you?” Discord replied. The juvenile response lost in Celestia’s breakfast. Celestia released a chuckle, “I’m not mad at you. I’m just irritated you didn’t tell me your oh-so-brilliant plan before hand. Now, how about you join me for breakfast and you can fill me in about what happened last night.” Bubbles broke the surface. Celestia sighed, “Yes Discord, you can have the rest of my Cheerios.” 0 0 0 Hours passed, Celestia’s sun reaching the zenith of its arch. Big Mac sighed again, annoying the nurse that had replaced Redheart. Over six hours, Big Mac had waited. Six hours in this lobby of pale colors that smelled of sanitization. The air was dead, leaving Big Mac wishing he could be outside. Sure he took the occasional break to step outside and talk to a pony, Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie occasionally dropping by to check up on him. Sure he wanted to leave, but it wasn’t the Apple way. An Apple looks after any pony in need. Big Mac's parents were always telling him that since he was a colt. Big Mac looked up in expectation, the sound of hooves echoing down the hallway. To his disappointment, it was only a nurse and his clipboard. Darn. Big Mac continued to sit in silence, the nurses here weren’t the best of conversationalists and none of them knew a lick about farming so that throws that idea out the window. The clocked slowly ticked away, second by second. Minutes passed. Big Mac simply stared out the window at this warm beautiful day. The summer months were soon to end, fall was approaching. Oh the torture. To remain stuck in this cold dreary environment while the rest of Ponyville went about their day while worry filled his belly. It was mind numbing. Hooves echoed down the long hallway, Big Mac continued to stare out the window in his stupor. Big Mac’s ears flicked when the tired voice of Dr. Hoarse asked, “Mr. Apple?” Turning towards Hoarse in his green scrubs, Big Mac noticed the dark bags under his eyes. “Eeyup, but most call me Big Mac.” Dr. Hoarse took the hoof Big Mac offered him, “Pleasure.” Hoarse motioned for Big Mac to follow him, the workpony all too willing to leave the lobby. “Big Mac, would you by chance know anything about griffons?” “Not much. Ah know what they look like and that’s about it,” Big Mac answered, never really choosing to study much into the Griffon Kingdom. Big Mac followed Dr. Hoarse down the hallway, taking a sharp right towards the children’s wing. Big Mac eyes scanned over the small play area, colorful toys and small plastic tables littered the gated area. A few fillies and colts enjoyed their free time under the watchful gaze of the staff. Dr. Hoarse entered the room at the end hallway, occupied by a single bed and bathroom. Standing next to the patient’s bed was Mary Sue, her clipboard held in one hoof. Big Mac gulped, hospital never sat right with him especially seeing an injured pony connected to so many tubes and wires. Lying on a bed that was way too big for him, the lone griffon looked more like a mummy than anything. Right arm, torso and back were heavily covered in bright white wrappings. The IV and heart monitor connected to the left arm. His head was almost completely covered, leaving only his beak and eye open to the air. The right hind leg lay elevated on a soft pillow, covered in a hard plastic. What peeked Big Mac’s curiosity was the white furred hoof opposite the bound limb. Dr. Hoarse motioned towards the hoof, “Not exactly a full griffon.” Dr. Hoarse took a moment, before stating with a hint of disappointment in his voice. “As of right now, he’s stable. We fixed his leg, ribs and internal bleeding. Stitching his wounds was difficult because of the shear size of the wounds.” Big Mac shuttered a little, the idea of a metal needle and sting pulling together torn flesh made his stomach churn. “We were able to reconstruct most of his face,” Hoarse said, bitter at the results. Big Mac shook slightly, remembering clearly the before image. “But we couldn’t save his eye.” The stallion gagged at the mental image of an eye being removed with metal tools. Big Mac licked his lips, his nerves beginning to show. “I don’t want to sound rude Doc, but why are you telling me this? Isn’t this supposed to be doctor patient confidential?” Mary answered, “Because you’re the closest thing to a guardian we have for this kid.” Big Mac shot her a confused look. “After our conversation, I sent his profile directly to the Royal Guards stationed both here and in Canterlot. None reported any missing griffons matching his descriptions. The Griffon Embassy was also notified, but they have no information on his identity or of any known family.” With some resignation, Mary looked into Big Mac’s eyes, “As of right now, he has no name, no family and no anypony to turn too.” Big Mac had to think for a few moments. “So that means he doesn’t have a home.” Dr. Hoarse nodded. Big Mac turned back to the griffon, “What do ya want me to do?” Mary was implying something, the mare shifting her weight from right to left. Hoarse rubbed the back of his mane in discomfort, Mary answering, “I was going to ask if you could sign as his guardian.” Wait, what? Big Mac stared blankly into the counselor’s eyes. Mary continued, “I know it’s a lot to ask of a pony, especially when a different species is concerned, but it’s either you or we put him into the foster system. He’s a minor. We need a pony to take responsibility for him until we find his family.” Big Mac felt the wind knocked out of his stomach. This was a big decision for him and his family. Applejack was head of the Apple Family household, but the rest of his family had a say in this matter. The decision was too big for him to make alone. “Ah, don’t know. Ah don’t know what the rest of the family would say.” Mary sighed tiredly, “You don’t need to worry. I’ve already written up the paperwork for him to remain a liability of the state. All of his medical bills and any extra necessities will be covered by the FPS. You and your family won't have to worry about any financial difficulty.” Big Mac shuffled uneasily. Mary pushed, “Look, Macintosh…” Mary paused for a second, “I know the idea is scary, but you and your family may be the best choice for him.” “Why?” “Because most families will be terrified of bringing a griffon into their household,” Mary stated with some disdain. “Griffons are omnivorous. They require not only plants, but meat. Mainly their diet consists of fish. Having a griffon in a home of herbivores would be unnerving enough, but with tensions building in the Griffon Kingdom most foster families would turn away this little guy without hesitation.” Big Mac’s brow furrowed deeply, remembering the newspapers mentioning the rising numbers of soldiers on the boarders of between Equestria, the Griffon Kingdom and the Dragon Territories. Tirek and his reign of destruction really unsettled the other powers of the world. Many leaders felt uneasy about the fact that the safety of their citizens were in the hooves of just six ponies. Mary noticed the uneasiness in Big Mac eyes, “Your house is far enough from Ponyville, most of its citizens wouldn’t be so worried about him being around and it’ll be less likely for any prying eyes to invade his privacy.” It made sense to Big Mac, but that didn’t make the situation any easier. Dr. Hoarse and Mary watched the big stallion’s ears flipped back and forth several times in distress. “Ah don’t wanna say me and mah family don’t want him, it’s just this is a big decision.” Mary cleared her throat, “Big Mac, it’s either this or he’ll have to go to the orphanage if we can’t find a home for him here. And being that he may be a citizen from another country, he may have to be transferred to the orphanage in Canterlot to be in close proximity to the Embassy and Royal Courts.” Mary Sue seemed appalled by what she said next, “He’ll be stuck right in the center of a political hotspot with so many ponies not having the best of intentions for griffons for who knows how long. He’s clearly not fully griffon or pony. Clear citizenship is unsure, meaning the courts may take months or over a year to decide who takes responsibility. The best option would be for him to have a single home to go to when he’s ready to leave the hospital. Even if his citizenship is questioned and he has to be seen by the courts, he can live in a normal household while he recuperates. Right now the Royal Guards are waiting any further word from the Griffon embassy. They have a rightful claim to take custody of him. If they do, there’s no telling where he would end up. A child suffering this kind of physical trauma doesn’t need a big legal battle over his head. With you signing as his legal guardian, he’ll at least have a safe and loving environment to live in.” That’s just not fair, Big Mac thought, his heartstrings being plucked one after another. An orphan was bad enough, but thinking about this child being forced through that kind of ordeal made him feel ill inside. With a sigh, Big Mac answered, “I’ll be his guardian.” Both doctor and counselor looked relieved, leading Big Mac out of the patient’s room and into Miss Sue’s office to fill out the proper paperwork. 0 0 0 How am ah going to tell Applejack about this? Big Mac felt a twinge of guilt. Applejack would still be selling apples at this time since it was barely three in the afternoon. The red stallion did not look forward to the storm that was brewing. After being reassured by Dr. Hoarse that the patient was fine and he would be notified immediately when the child's condition changed, Big Mac made the slow trek towards Sweet Apple Acres. Thankfully, Big Mac was left alone to be with his thoughts. It wasn’t anyponies fault this happened, Ok whatever did that to a young child was to blamed, but that’s not the issue right now. Big Mac thought about how to approach this with his sister, yes he could reason with her. But she would throw a tantrum for him just suddenly deciding to be the legal guardian of some unknown griffon without at least talking to her or Granny Smith. She’d calm down… Eventually. Macintosh decided that the best course of action was to talk to Granny Smith. The old mare would be more accepting towards his choice. Applejack’s a good mare, she just tends to be critical about things. It doesn’t help me in the slightest that she’s not on the best terms with griffons after that whole Gilda incident. Big Mac smiled, passing through the gates to his home. The scent of apples and soil tickled at his nose. Here he was at peace. In his farm, he was in his element. Moving towards the red house that also acted as a barn, Big Mac pushed open the wooden door. The worn wood groaned under his weight as he moved into the household. The living room was decorated in western style furniture, a worn rocking chair and thin pink couch surrounded by varying family photos and decorative white plates. Towards the window sat a tall wooden china cabinet stocked with his great-granny’s antique plates. “Granny! Are ya home?” Big Mac called, his low voice booming out to all of the rooms in the Apple house. “In the kitchen! I’m back’n some chocolate chip cookies!” The elderly green mare with the mark of an apple pie on her flank called from the adjourning room, pulling out a fresh tray of cookies from the oven. Entering the kitchen, Big Mac’s mouth watered when the sweet smell of chocolate hit his snout. The rumbling in his stomach reminded the stallion of his missed lunch. Unfortunately, Granny Smith also heard the call of the beast. Turning to look, Granny Smith asked, “Watcha doing home so early Big Mac?” Big Mac answered, taking a seat at the table, “Ah had a bit of a problem this morning.” Granny Smith’s eyebrow furrowed in worry, the stallion’s slumped shoulders telling her he was worried about something. Closing the oven door, the smaller mare took a seat next to her grandson, “Why don’tcha tell me about it?” Big Mac didn’t even hesitate to recount his day. Granny Smith sat silently taking in the short story. When he finished, the two sat in silence. As the silence continued to stretch, Big Mac started to second guess himself. Maybe Granny Smith might not agree with me on this one. Big Mac felt two thin forelegs wrap around his side, turning to see Granny Smith giving him a big hug. The embrace lasted for over a minute before the old mare finally broke off. Big Mac looked into his granny’s beaming face, “Ah know it was a tough decision for ya, but I’m proud of ya Big Mac. Offering our home to a soul in need in the best kind of kindness anypony could offer.” Big Mac’s face lightened up, a small smile lifting his lips. Granny Smith had to be the best grandma he could ever ask for. The old mare made her way back to the oven, intent on finishing her work. A little relieved, Big Mac made to the fridge, but stopped when Granny Smith said, “I’ll be sure to help ya convince yur sister. Celestia knows she can be more stubborn than a mule.” 0 0 0 “YA’LL DID WHAT NOW!” Ah wish she didn’t have to raise the dead when she’s angry. After Applejack had returned home late in the afternoon, smug at the amount of apples she had sold today, the sun was already setting in the west. Big Mac and Granny had decided to break the news to Applejack after she had some grub in her. Ya don’t want to see Applejack angry on an empty stomach. Dinner was consumed and the dishes were cleaned. All of the members of the Apple clan sat around the scratched brown wood of the dining table. Applejack, Big Mac, Granny Smith and Applebloom occupied opposite sides of the rectangle. Applejack was staring daggers at Big Mac, her older brother taking the blunt of her anger. Applebloom quivered in her seat. She never liked seeing Applejack when she’s this upset. The orange mare slammed her hoof into the table, the resounding smack startling Applebloom, “What gives ya the right to just open our home to some random griffon?” “Now AJ-“ “Don’t you now AJ ME!” Applejack snapped. “I know ya said he was injured and I’m fine with ya being concerned about his wellbeing. But when ya just open our door to somepony we don’t have any knowledge of, that’s when I put my hoof down!” “But AJ-” Big Mac tried again to speak, but Applejack was having one of her moments. “How do we know the lil’ guy’s any good? He could be a thief or worse? Maybe that was why he was left on the side of the road? He might be in deep with the wrong ponies? Ya know griffons are the violent type? Just look at the bully Gilda! Ya could be bringing harm to this family!” Applejack pointed out. Granny Smith decided to intervene, the vein in Big Mac head starting to become visible. Big Mac may be gentle, but when his temper flaired there was cause for worry. “Applejack!” The orange mare turned to her senior, the fire in her eyes dimming at Granny Smith’s disapproving glare. “Ah thought ah raised ya better than this. Ya know nothing bout this griffon and here ya’ll are trying to justify slamming the door in his beak.” Taking a deep steadying breath, Granny Smith continued, “Now ah know the thought of opening our home to a stranger isn’t the best of ideas, but when it comes down to a child without a home… Well shoot, if’n we can’t open our homes to a child in need then we don’t deserve to call ourselves Apples.” Applejack’s fire died down, her ears against her head. Granny Smith had always had a way with talking sense into a pony when they needed it, even if she sometimes doesn’t make a lick of sense herself. Granny Smith continued, “Now Big Mac already explained the situation and ah don’t want to hear any back sass from anypony. Got it?” Applejack nodded before casting her eyes towards the ground. Applebloom raised a quivering hoof, Granny Smith turning to her, “What did ya need, sugarcube?” Applebloom’s squeak of a voice asked, “Does that mean we’ll get a new family member? Like another brother, only with feathers?” Big Mac and Granny Smith couldn’t help but chuckled. Appleboom was always full of sunshine and nopony could help but smile. “Well sure thing squirt,” Granny Smith grinned, “Just be sure not to overdo the welcome. An injured pony does need his rest.” Applebloom nodded vigorously, her head becoming a blur. With that Granny Smith ended this family meeting, “Now off ta bed everypony. We’ve got ourselves an early morning tomorrow!” Every member of the Apple family went to their separate rooms, some happier than others when the lights were turned off.