//------------------------------// // Chapter 4 // Story: Silent Dreamweaver // by -Brutus //------------------------------// It was mid afternoon when Silent walked out of that library, yawning loudly as it had been quite a long day for him already. Meeting that crazy pink mare, then walking all over town for liquor but he hasn't gone to bowling alley yet to check out if they do have some available. Silent's back ached some, due to added weight of the books that he just borrowed; speaking of books that library mare was nice..uhh what was her name?.. To answer his own question, he took out his notebook and flipped through until he found the written conversation, ah Twilight Sparkle. Hm, nice name... Silent made his way through the town centrè, looking for open field or somewhere that he could be alone. As time passed quickly as Silent tried to find secluded spot, the temperatures began to rise making it considerably warm, though unlike the sweating temperatures that Silent endured earlier. Figuring out that asking somepony would be fastest way to get where he wanted to be, so that what he did. Trotting up to some pink mare that was sitting on bench; at first Silent was very cautious if in fact it was that pink mare from this morning- to his relief it wasn't. After few minutes of idle chatter, instead of writing down the directions; she drew a map and it made a lot of things easier for her to explain as well for Silent to understand. Bowing his head once, hoping that mare would take it as sign of thanks. Which she did, returning the gesture with simple hoof wave with small smile adorning on her face. ...This town isn't too bad, ponies that I've met so far was nothing but kind. Minus that crazy mare...probably. This town still needs a bar, though, or I’m really blind to not notice one yet. Looking at crudely made map in his notebook, following the main road then he took a left turn following the map to T. He arrived at town center, levitating the map in front of his face. Occasionally peering over the mini-map to make sure he wasn't running into anypony. Changing his gait in his trot, wanting to get there faster, the scene transformed from a house that is usually packed somewhat tight against another into a house every hundred yard or so to trees, then apple trees as far he can see. Those apples looks so good, yet Silent resisted, he just kept on making tracks. After wasting about twenty minutes of the deaf Unicorn's lifespan, Silent's green eyes surveyed the spot that mare told him about. There was single huge oak tree at top of the hill, with nothing around for few yards. It was pretty out of way, Silent nodded to himself confirming this spot will work. Perfect for stargazing if he doesn't fall asleep, Silent mentally added. Dropping his bag, cradling his neck rubbing a sore spot where his bag strap was hanging from. Licking his lips in anticipation as he opened up his bag, dumping all contents out of his bag: books, a bag of weed, bowl and bits sat there – minus the vodka, and the expired ticket that he brought back in Baltimare. A gleeful smile creeping up on his face as he levitated his bag of weed over to him, taking out two buds and tearing it up gently; making sure he doesn't drop any into grass. Placing the cannabis into the bowl of the pipe, packing it in tight best he can. one....two buds, gonna send me somewhere elseeee. I need lighter, lighter. Silent scratched top of his head, before hitting something solid. Groaning to himself. duhhhhh, my horn and that equals to magic. Smacking his lips, bringing up pipe to his mouth making a tight seal around stem of the pipe, holding a hoof over small hole on side of bowl. Silent closed his eyes as he focused his magic into weed, igniting it and takes a deep inhale. Silent then held it in long, five to ten seconds before finally exhaling all smoke out. After one hit, then two, three and four. By the time toke had burnt out, Silent felt mellowed out; his bowl was set down next to him with fine smoke raising from it. Finally a sure sign that he was high was red, half-hidden eyes which was complemented by stupid smile on his stupid face. Silent giggled, exhaling some smoke then did tricks with it- expertly making some smoke rings. Coughing out some smoke that resided in his lungs, watching it slowly rising in air. It was like...snakes dancing or mating then it became some sort of space...swirling around like..ah, black hole. Silent slowly frowned as he watched the smoke dissipating, like a life ending. Yeah that's it. Silent kept commenting on everything of what he saw in his mind. Heavier smoke kept residing around him, then gently carried off by wind. Silent kept playing around with his mouth, licking the top of it with his tongue- it's like there’s cotton candy just sticking anywhere in his mouth. Slowly crawling up to base of the tree, laying back taking in a nice sunset. Beautiful various colors danced across the sky, trees in the distance served as perfect outline. Silent bet that if he had a canvas and some pastel with him, he probably would have tried to capture that beautiful, yet common sight. It was his favorite as well, since it meant night was coming up. Silent's mind began to ramble off to strange thoughts. The sun looks nothing like Princess Celestia, why do ponies call her a sun princess. Wouldn't that make her fat and round if she was sun?... wait..the Moon. So..if I think like that, it would have insulted Princess Luna as well with this comment of size? By proxy? Silent's eyes widened in panic as he knelt down to the moon that was rising in opposite side of the sunset, spouting out this quickly in mind. Princess Luna, forgive me if you are actually reading my mind right now I. I. I'm. I'm sorrrryyyyyyyyyyyyy Shifting through his bowl, once again Silent did a skip in his heart as he realized there was some left. Needless to say, few seconds later it was finally all smoked- all reduced to ashes. Silent's eyes ran over some books that was laid out in messy order. Man..how could I have forgotten of what I wanted to do...umm, what was it..ah.. yeah, that’s that, uhhh that’s it.. Yeah. Silent shifted over to the books, smacking lips as he looked on at choices he had; beginning to figure out how he could choose a book. Deciding to wing his choice. Purple Haze Silence is Bittersweet Number One Daring Do and the Quest for the Sapphire Stone No Need for Words Through Eyes of Another Pony Umm..mie moe men... wasn't it..no, ah it went like this uhh. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, yeah that's it! Ill just like count those out four times, then use that book. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Ah Daring Do, eh? Silent's hoof stopped at chosen book. And...here we go! Subconsciously triggering his magic, slowly casting it around the Daring Do book. The green aura of Silent's magic finally encased it, the book flipped through the first page all way to the last then closing. Slowly the images came into view, almost dream-like state but that was actually outside his mind. It began to play out the events, exactly what happened in the book. One of his talent's use, there was plenty more that he can do with it. He gave a undivided attention to two tasks. Silent got comfortable before he got started with the dream spell. Silent's horn shimmed with green-colored magic, keeping it activated- this was first task. Second task was to...have fun! The “dream” flicked into life, Silent seeing Daring Do herself then Silent felt like he was actually the part of the story, or rather a movie. As Daring Do trekked through the tropical jungle, the wet heat sapped her energy and slowed her every step. If only she could escape this oppressive atmosphere and fly up into the cool blue sky. But her crash landing in the jungle had injured her wing and she was grounded for a few days. Few days... it might as well be a few months, or a few years! The mosquitoes buzzed loudly. The macaws cried from the high trees. Yet all of these distracting noises were not enough to cover the sound of the predators following her every step... Safely landing on the other side, Daring finally allowed herself a moment to breathe. She turned around to find herself face to face with the long lost temple that she had sought tirelessly for over sixty days and nights! The smell of decay and danger hit Daring Do as she peered into the dimly-lit entrance of the ancient temple..... The “dream movie” lasted for hour and half, before he realized it- the sun was gone, the moon replaced it. The ending of Daring Do “book” began, characters from the book that Silent conjured began to fade from sight one by one, depending on their distance from Silent's magic. He slowly deactivated it, and his horn's green aura slowly faded along with the last character- Daring Do, froze in the air with her trademark smirk holding a sapphire artifact. The high that he had about 40 minutes earlier was mostly worn off, Silent rubbed his head gently; he felt somewhat good. The white unicorn began to pack up his stuff, rolling the buds back into bag and cleaned his pipe with some of fire, blowing out hard to get rid of ashes. Holding up the bag of it to moonlight, his minding clicking thoughts out. From look of it, I'll say there is enough for four bowls at most...yeah. My mouth feel bit dry now, I think might be good time to get a drink. What was that place, hm ah the bowling alley. I, Silent pray that they would have some in stock and is ope-e-n-n-n-n. As the beautiful night began to reign over the sky, the temperatures began to drop. Silent want to get somewhere warm right now as he began to shiver as cool breeze went against him. Rubbing his forelegs, pulling out his black turtleneck sweatshirt out of his bag putting it on. A sound of relief rang out, as the shirt hugged him like teddy bear- soft and warm. As he kept moving, his bladder was pushed in wrong way. Silent rushed off to one of bushes, he got goosebumps as he finally did his business. “Ahhhhhhhh...”, Silent felt million bits better, stretching himself his joints cracks from various spots. Trotting back to his spot where he left his bag, stars twinkling above him and once again moonlight served as guide. It put him into stargazing trance, the stars putting on light show. Snapping out of it for minute, the deaf stallion gave himself a check-over, his hair, mane and tail was mess from laying down on ground from his previous activity. Meh... As he looked around and began to walk off the hill, his heart stopped, for the third time now when Silent saw something familiar that he saw earlier today. It wasn't pink still, thank Celestia quickly echoed in his head. In the distance, Silent could see purple glow in the darkness, partially covered by trees heading toward him. As it got closer and closer, more definitive features came into view. First thing that Silent caught on to was a pink strip glowing slightly from moonlight reflecting on it, then a sapphire blue, violet mane came into view then her purple coat...Twilight! She was trotting over, toward Silent and the oak tree. How did she find me? Probably that mare...No wait, scratch that- why does she look angry, and is glaring at me? No...it seems like it's mixture of bewildered and angry glare? Silent Dreamweaver began to sweat a little bit, as he got slightly nervous. A usual thanks to Minimii for being awesome!