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// Re-Part II Chapter v 
// Story: Beautiful Rainbows, Unicorns, and Rainbow Unicorns 
// by GamingWolf 
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	Ever since that red unicorn, Seamless Stitch showed up, Price had felt like a third wheel. He knew his brother loved him, but he also knew they had feelings for each other, so to make it easier for Kyllgorr, Price decided it would be best to leave the two of them alone in the castle. He traipsed through the Everfree Forest. Unlike the rest of Equestria, the Everfree Forest had a natural energy to it. He found a considerable amount of game to hunt but relatively few predators. The timber wolves he met were friendly enough after a demonstration of his strength and the monsters gave him something to occupy his time with. All the time in the forest gave him the opportunity to chart a map of the area. Loneliness getting the better of him, he sought the company of a particularly kind pink haired pegasus. 
A particularly kind pink haired busy pegasus. Watching from the treeline, he spotted the quaint cottage, and all the animals running amok outside. Maybe now would not be a good time or  it could be the best time. He shrunk and padded over to the cottage silently. 
"Angel Bunny!" Fluttershy sternly called to him in her small voice, "You will get in the bath and you will enjoy it!" 
The mischievous white bunny shook his head in disagreement, stuck out his tongue, blew a raspberry, and hopped away. Before the bunny could reach the bushes, a black wolf leaped from the bushes, snatching up the bunny in its mouth.  
"Angel!" Fluttershy cried. A moment of realization came over her, as she recognized the black wolf as Price. "Price! Spit him out!" 
Wolf stood rigid with his back to her, "I am afraid I can not do that, Fluttershy."
Her face grew with horror.
He turned around, holding a flailing Angel by the scruff of his neck, wielding a toothy grin, "Because I did not eat him."	
Fluttershy let out a sigh of relief, "Oh, thank goodness!"
Wolf walked over to the bucket of soapy water in front of Fluttershy, dunked the white rabbit in the lukewarm water, making sure to give him a good shake, and pulled out a drenched, scowling Angel, "Clean as a whistle." 
"Thank you, Price," Fluttershy accepted the angry bunny in a towel, drying him off. 
"Fluttershy, you are actually not pronouncing my name correctly," Price informed her, licking an already irritated Angel clean. 
"Oh, I'm sorry," Fluttershy apologized, releasing Angel, who glared at the wolf then at Fluttershy before running off. 
"It is no problem. Just call me 'Wolf'," he smiled.
"But I would really like to know how to say your name correctly and know more about you," she said cheerfully, then shrank, "O-only if that's alright with you?"
Wolf grinned, "Sure. Do you mind if we go inside, though?"
"Oh, of course!" Fluttershy beamed. 
The two of them took a short stroll to Fluttershy's cottage. Price courteously opened the front door for Fluttershy to enter. Fluttershy politely smiled back to him. Despite outward appearances, her cottage was quite small, but since all manner of animals lived with her, he figured that the animals had their private rooms built in between the first and second floors and in the walls. With Spring in full bloom, the fireplace in the middle of the right wall was not in use, the green chaise on the back wall did not seem all that comfortable to him. 
"Would you like something to drink or to eat?" Fluttershy offered from the doorway to the kitchen.
"Well, those chipmunks sure looked scrumptious," Price stated with a hungry grin. Fluttershy went pale, "It was a joke," he laughed. "I'm fine, Fluttershy." 
"Oh," the yellow pegasus and the chipmunks sighed in relief. She sat on the green chaise below a window and offered Wolf the spot beside her. 
Wolf sat on the floor and rested his head on the soft cushion, "You wanted to know how to properly pronounce my name, yes?"
"Oh, yes. Please teach me," Fluttershy nodded. 
"There are two things to keep in mind about my language: one, every letter is pronounced and two, 'r's are rolled." 
Fluttershy wore a confused expression, "Do what?"
He chuckled. "You press the tip of your tongue on the roof of your mouth, exhale while pronouncing 'r'. It takes practice."  After a few minutes of practicing and failing, Fluttershy managed to roll her 'r'. "Very good. Now, there are four characters to my name: 'p', 'r', 'y', and 's'. When you pronounce my name it will sound like Pee-r-why-es. There you go, that's my name in my native tongue. It means 'dark' or 'shadowy'."
Fluttershy practiced his name for a minute, "Prys?" she said uncertainly. 
"Very good," Prys complimented, "but hearing you say it is a little embarrassing," he blushed slightly. 
Fluttershy beamed, "Can you tell me about your world. . . Prys?"
"Do you want the history or the geography?"
"Both!" she leaned in, with her wings flapping, and her teal eyes shimmering. 
"Alright. Get comfortable. This is going to be a long lesson," Price cleared his throat.

"When I say artificial, I do not mean fake, your world is just   different from what I'm used to sensing. Instead of dwelling on the differences of your world, I like to observe our similarities," Price concluded. 
"Wow. . ." Fluttershy managed to whisper in awe, her mind being completely blown by the vast amounts of information Prys had just told her. Twilight might have appreciated the scientific insights and asked deeper questions about his world, but Fluttershy was content with what he had revealed to her. Now that she thought about it, he had not disclosed anything personal about him. "Prys? What about your parents? How did you meet the other aliens?"
Price sat up with a sly grin, "I told you everything you wanted to know about my world   not everything about me."
"But. . . I want to know more about you. ." Fluttershy admitted. 
Price grew solemn, laying his head down on the chaise, facing away from the yellow pegasus. 
Fluttershy softly stroked the depressed wolf's head, "If you don't want to talk about it..." 

My parent's were the last of a noble race of wolves, the Pure Wolves, the first wolves I told you about. A race of bipeds called Humans had enslaved all of the Ancient People. Over the millenniums, we became smaller and tamer. A group of bandits raised my parents. When I was born, my brothers and sisters were sold as pets, my mother was devastated. She ran away with me to a peaceful village.
Six months later, the bandits found the village and killed everyone. I saw my father kill my mother. My mother destroyed his sense of smell during their fight. I hid. When they left, I searched the village for any survivors. I found a baby boy crying under his deceased mother. I couldn't leave him to die. I took him with me to find another village to live in. During the second night of my journey, a fierce snow storm struck without warning. I huddled close to him, to keep us both warm, but I fell unconscious. 
When I awoke, I found myself in warm house, and two people having a discussion. It was an older man and woman and she held the baby in her arms, lovingly. They had saved us. Those people raised us like their own. 
About when we were eleven, Kyllgorr, my brother, went into town for supplies, the bandit group who raised me had found the farm by cruel Fate. They demanded money from the man and when he refused, the bandit captain killed the old man. The woman gave the bandit all the silver she had saved for Kyllgorr, which appeased the bandits and left, claiming they would return. She wrapped the old man up for burial and lied to Kyllgorr when he returned, saying he died of old age. He was heartbroken.
In the middle of the night, I followed the bandit's trail back to their new camp. I killed them   all of them; for the old man, for my brother, and especially for my mother. To my surprise, my father was still alive. I killed him. I claimed the bandit's money, burying it a short distance from the house, to use for emergencies.

Fluttershy sniffled, holding back her tears. Price levitated a box of tissues to her. 

Ten years later, on our birthday, the old woman gave us matching red scarves. I loved it. I could feel her love and compassion in every fiber. The next day, she died outside while trying to get firewood in the middle of a blizzard. Kyllgorr grew despondent and depressed. I managed to convince him to leave the farm so we could explore the world since that is what the old woman wanted us to do. 
And so we did. During that time, we ran into Onyx, Grey, and Darqlon and befriended them. Five years later, thieves on the road ambushed us. Kyllgorr did not know how to fight so I defended him. There was one last guy. I had bit his hand and before I could lunge at his throat, he stabbed me with his other hand. He ran away while Kyllgorr was distracted trying to save me. I felt so sad, having died, being the last family he had. I wanted to protect him. As his best friend. As his older brother. 
I found myself enveloped by a warming, white light; then, in the presence of a beautiful, ethereal woman. She introduced herself as the Goddess of Nature. I beseeched her to allow me a second life to help my brother. She granted my wish but told me I had to wait until he needed me the most. The next time I gained my consciousness, I was in Hell. The Goddess told me not to be afraid and to go free my brother. 

Price smiled widely, tears welling in his eyes, "The look on my brother's face when he saw me, when I saw him, it was an indescribable feeling. I freed him from prison and we left Hell. He told me about what had happened after my death, how he descended into madness and corruption. . . how Grey betrayed him. Just then, a blinding light in the sky knocked us to the ground. Next thing I know, I'm in a frozen, desolate wasteland, emerging from a fiery rock." 
Fluttershy stared in admiration at the magnificent, dark wolf before her, her eyes misty, "You've had such a hard life..."   
Price gently licked her muzzle and smiled, "There were just too many happy moments to list." 
She hid her bright, flustered face behind her pink mane, surprised by his affection, "I-I'm glad..." 
He sighed and brought his head back down on the chaise, "I am in no hurry to return to that chaotic world." 
"You. . . don't have to go, Prys. . ." Fluttershy smiled.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get there," was all he said with a wolfish grin.