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// Chapter 29: The Sound of the Gong 
// Story: Time to go 
// by MasterHunter55 
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Chapter 29


The night after the Gala was a quiet one. After the excitement of the party and with everyone sharing the feeling of being well fed that one usually has after eating Thanksgiving dinner, there wasn’t much keeping anyone awake. Light snoring came from all over the house, and all was peaceful. For once.

Celestia at home in her castle slept uneasily however. Dreams of Luna’s banishment plagued her mind, and when she was finally rid of them they had been replaced with dreams of Luna and Twilight joining forces to usurp her. Then strange dreams of the alicorn entered her mind, visions of a battle, some sort of portal, and then her sister again on the throne with this strange alicorn by her side. Who was this pony? Where had he come from? What part would he play in the time to come? The princess’s dreams disturbed her no longer as her sister went to work making sure Celestia did not have such thoughts asleep as she did awake. Overthinking led to problems that did not exist, and to discovering things that Luna would prefer be left alone.

Twilight stayed up late that night even after the party. Taking the opportunity to read up on teleportation magic and the art of portals as much as she could. Twilight wanted to be prepared as much as possible for the next time that Luna might call upon her to help in the retrieval of Humans. 

Rarity spent the night repairing as many dresses from the disaster of the Grand Galloping Gala as she could before she almost collapsed on the floor, and decided that it was probably best that she go to bed. There was a high chance she would make a mistake working this tired anyways.

Applejack spent the night describing the whole event to her family. Even Apple Bloom was allowed to stay up a little later to hear all about the Grand Galloping Gala, even if Applejack didn’t quite get the chance to sell her like she had hoped.

Pinkie Pie spent the night trying to convince Fluttershy to sleep on her bed rather than underneath it. The embarrassment that Fluttershy felt over her part in the chaos of the Gala had not been entirely quelled by Celestia letting them know that this was the best Gala she had been to in a long time even if this is the second time this had happened.

Rainbow Dash snored loudly in her own house and if anyone had been awake next door it may have been possible to hear it. 

Luna worked tirelessly. The princess of the moon knew that her sister was already beginning to become suspicious, and that she would have to move as quickly as possible if she was going to complete her goal before her sister caught her. The tail that Celestia had ordered be put on her was also quite burdensome as it was almost impossible to speak with her contacts without it seeming so odd. It was possible to lose the guard following her, but any time she spent not being watched was time that Celestia could spin with her imagination. It was imperative that she not raise any red flags so as to avoid as much suspicion as possible. So she worked under these conditions as much as she could. Any of Luna’s contacts that she met with would have to be contacted through seemingly random letters. Then they would station themselves within a short range of somewhere Luna could walk normally but while the guard would not see her contact. When the pony she needed to speak with was in place, she would move from one place to the other, her path crossing nearby. This allowed her to enter their mind and give them instructions while on the outside seeming completely normal. Of course she was still in charge of taking care of her regular duties, and so this gave her plenty of excuses to move about the castle and send letters. While she couldn’t perform the ritual anymore, she needed to find others who could, or at the very least, train some human unicorns to be able to do it for her. With this ability, the ritual would not be confined to the castle and could be performed frequently. This would help her to achieve her goal much sooner and without raising much more suspicion from her sister. The only problem would be leaving Celestia’s watchful eye for long enough to train somepony to be able to take her part in the ritual. While Trixie and Twilight were able to perform the spells from scrolls, these were not natural born unicorns and neither Twilight nor Trixie were ready to try to teach magic.

Whatever she had to do, she would have to do it as soon as possible. Celestia’s suspicions would only run wilder by the day, and while she could subvert her thoughts in her sleep, her conscious mind was another matter. If she did not quell her sister’s paranoia soon, she would confront her openly and worst case scenario, threaten banishment for the second time.

“Patience” Luna thought to herself. If she allowed herself to slip up because of her need to hurry then she would ruin everything she had worked so hard for. After all this time, all the planning and hard work Luna had put into this, she would not allow her plot to be discovered and ruined so easily.

“I must reach my goal.” Luna thought, sending out another letter. “I must.”


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“Good morning Hunter.” Andrew said, already waiting for Hunter at the construction zone.

“Good morning Andrew.” Hunter said groggily, wiping the sleep from his eyes. “What are we doing today?” 

“Actually before we got started there was something I wanted to talk to you about.” Andrew said.

“Is everything alright?” Hunter asked.

“Yeah, yeah everything's fine. It’s just that I don’t want to be called Andrew anymore.” The white stallion said.

“You don’t want to be called Andrew anymore? Why not?” Hunter asked, thinking this was quite the conversation for first thing in the morning.

“Well.” The uncertain pony started, “It’s just that you changed your name, sort of, in the human world, and while I didn’t exactly have a reason to at the time, I’ve always wanted to go by something else. Besides, Andrew is who I was before, but that life is gone now, it’s symbolic you know?”

“I guess that makes sense,” Hunter said, “So what would you like to be called from now on friendo?”

“Atticus.” Andrew said.

“Atticus?” Hunter asked, “Isn’t that the character from that one book we had to read in high school?”

“Yes, but it has nothing to do with him,” Atticus said, “I just like the name.”

“Alright.” Hunter said, “Let’s get to work then shall we, Atticus?”

“Right of course, let’s.” Atticus said, and then explained to Hunter that they would be focusing on the front porch today.

Hunter had almost forgotten that he worked with the weather ponies, and after the incident with Blossomforth he was glad to forget all about it. Now the gray stallion was happy to spend most of his time helping Atticus fix up his new home. It really did need a lot of work. it felt as if they had done more and more each day and there was always so much more to be done. They had just returned from the hardware store when Atticus spoke up.

“Shoot.” Atticus said, his gaze switching between the patio and their supplies. 

“What’s wrong?” Hunter asked, in the middle of measuring some planks of wood to match the measurements they had made on the patio. 

“I just realized that we’re not going to have enough planks to fix up the patio.” Atticus said.

“I thought you said you measured it out so that we already got as much as we needed.” Hunter said, a little upset that they might need to get more wood.

“Well that was before I decided we need to replace the entire patio.” Atticus said, testing a few of the planks that he had marked as ‘ok to keep’ with his hoof, making a loud creaking noise.

“So you’ve just decided that we need to make a whole new patio?” Hunter asked grumpily.

“Well my standards were obviously too low last night. If I’m going to make this my ‘new’ home, and I have seemingly unlimited supplies from the princess, then I might as well use it and make things to last.” Atticus explained, his hoof going through one of the planks as he finished speaking. “See what I mean? I should have known these would fall apart before long.”

Hunter huffed quietly to himself, “Fine, I’ll go secure some more, give me a list of what pieces you need and I’ll go get them.”

Atticus wrote a short listing while saying, “Alright, but this time stop by the apple family farm first, I saw a listing about them trying to sell off some extra planks they had left over from their barn raising so you might as well try to take any extras off their hands.”

“Hooves.” Hunter said, taking the note.

“Right, Right, I’ll get the lingo down eventually” Atticus said, and went back to working on the patio, which now called for tearing up all of the old planks, and possibly the foundation boards as well.

Hunter took off towards Sweet Apple Acres slowly, taking his time as he flitted across the sky. If there was anything that Hunter could take solace in these days it was his ability to fly. If he didn’t have that anymore, he didn’t know what he would do. Honestly, he didn’t know how he got on without it before. Maybe he didn’t get on that well before. Considering the state of his life before he entered this world, he thought that maybe he was better off now than he was then. Was he though? He hadn’t killed anybody living in the human world, then again, he had powers now that he could only dream of having back on earth. Maybe that was the problem, he didn’t grow up with these powers and so he didn’t know his own strength or what he was capable of. Most ponies grow up learning about their innate magical energies from an early age, especially unicorns with their ‘magic spurts’. Was the fact that nopony taught him about how to control these powers such a problem though? He seemed to know how to control these energies just fine considering that he could expel them from his body like a certain Z fighter, and while they were just crude mock ups of the real attacks they were apparently impressive none the less. Twilight had apparently never seen such things before and it was no surprise to Hunter. What pony would even think of doing something like that. Of course the more magically adept unicorns could learn to shoot beams from their horns that served to knock back opponents, but never anything that shot from their hooves and had quite the kick that Hunter’s attacks had. It was a miracle, or perhaps dumb luck, that Hunter had such an easy time of doing such impressive feats. Something about being a human being must make him special in some way. It was the only possible explanation. Then again, that didn’t explain why other ponies weren’t popping up all over Equestria shooting Kamehameha’s or other crazy junk. Luna had told him to lay low, but he had originally thought that it was his alicorn appearance that had warranted such a warning. Could it be that Luna had told every other Human turned pony that it wasn’t safe to act out? This was likely, considering that Luna was hiding everything from her sister, having a bunch of strange powerful entities popping up all over equestria would certainly arouse suspicion. Perhaps it was this whole alicorn thing. Hunter never did find a way to make his magic work from his horn, no matter how much he tried. Maybe it was some sort of equalization that Hunter could control his inner energies with such ease. like unicorns do with levitating objects. If that was the case, why would the magics of the portals, or maybe it was the magic of Equestria itself, give him the horn in the first place? There were always more questions stemming out of every original question, questions hidden in questions, it never ended. So many things about himself that he didn’t know. Such a grand amount about the power of magic embedded in every inch of Equestria that he didn’t know, that maybe nopony knew. With things the way they were going right now it wasn’t hard for Hunter to imagine things getting very interesting very soon. Luna was plotting something, Celestia had to have a hint that something was going on. Twilight knew nothing of what was really happening, and the rest of her friends were completely clueless as to the scale which humans had entered Equestria. aside from learning about Atticus and himself. It was probably best to leave them in the dark, rather than make them worry about what could happen. If Hunter knew anything about what might happen to them in the future, then they would have their own problems to deal with. They had just attended the Gala so the next chronological step was going to be…

“Howdy!” Hunter heard a small voice cry out.

The alicorn had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t really even realize that he had already landed at Sweet Apple Acres and was halfway to their front door when Apple Bloom addressed him.

“Oh uh,” Hunter stuttered, coming back to reality, “Hello.”

“Everything alright mister?” Apple bloom asked, her head tilting slightly, “Ya seem a mite, distant.”

“Oh yeah everything’s fine, I was just stopping by because I saw your ad about some lumber for sale.” Hunter said. 

“Oh yeah!” Apple Bloom said, running towards the house, “I’ll go get my sister Applejack, she’s in charge of that.” 

Hunter sat down where he was and waited, listening to Apple Bloom running around the house yelling Applejack until the orange mare finally responded.

“Now what in the hay is all the ruckus about Apple Bloom? Can’t you see I’m a little busy at the moment?” Hunter could hear Applejack saying from inside the house. 

“Sorry sis, it’s just that somepony is here about that extra wood we got fer sale.” Apple Bloom said.

“Alright Alright, I’ll take care of it, but that means you gotta stay here and help granny decide which photos would best go in her scrapbook.” Applejack said.

“Aww do I gotta?” Apple Bloom whined, “Granny always picks the worst ones.”

“Yes you do, and no she doesn’t. Now get a move on.” Applejack said, making her way to the front door.

If nothing else, Applejack was still the element of Honesty and as soon as she saw the gray stallion she knew that if she didn't go and tell Hunter a thing or two then she would never forgive herself. 

“Hey.” Was all Hunter said in greeting.

“Uh, hey there sugarcube, I was wondering if I could have a talk with you.” Applejack said, hearing the voices of her family in the house behind her “in private”

“Sure thing...” Hunter said, startled slightly by the switch. Applejack’s taking charge of the situation made it seem as if she had sent for him with that ad.

“I was kinda hoping we could walk and talk, a little more privately than on my porch step.” Applejack said.

“I suppose.” Hunter said, having no idea where this could be going. “Lead on.”

Applejack headed in the direction of the center of the farm, planning to continue on to the opposite side.

“So I've noticed that since our tussle with that Skull Trap character you've been a little more than down. Now I can understand this considering that we lost Jordan that day, and I don't blame you for grieving one bit. What I've wanted to talk to you about is exactly how you seem to be going about it.” Applejack said as respectfully as she could. “I mean no disrespect by any of what I say, I just can't help going another day without telling you exactly how I feel.”

Hunter stayed silent. If she was here to scold him, then he would listen to what she had to say and nothing more. Hunter did not want to argue, he did not want to hurt anypony else.

“Now it would be wrong of me to try and tell you exactly how to deal with something like this, everypony deals with it differently, but when it comes to harming others because of it then something needs to be done.” Applejack said.

“What exactly do you propose?” Hunter asked, almost sarcastically.

“I think you just need to talk. To just let it all out with someone who understands.” Applejack said kindly.

“And you understand?” Hunter asked.

“I understand just fine.” Applejack said. The pair had now reached the edge of Sweet Apple Acres. Here there were pine trees growing with their needles littering the sides of the pathway and the fields, a stark contrast to the apple and oak trees like in the farm and Everfree forest. They started going down a path through the trees and it was obvious that while this trail was not well travelled, it had been used recently.

“Granny says that ma loved the smell of pine needles more than anything.” Applejack said, “That's why we planted these here, and the best part about it is you can come by and smell it anytime of year. I guess that's why they call them evergreens.”

Hunter knew what she was doing, but tried not to think of it as a devious plot and gave Applejack the benefit of the doubt, following closely behind.

“Of course my pa never saw any point to them, all they did was take up space and leave their sharp needles all over.” Applejack let out a light chuckle, “I remember my ma running down this pathway because she knew that pa wouldn't follow her if he could help it.”

“Do you miss them?” Hunter asked.

“Every day.” Applejack said, not missing a beat.

“I miss my parents too.” Hunter said.

Applejack turned to look at the alicorn beside her, “What happened? If you don't mind my asking that is.”

“Well as far as I know my mom is just fine, living back in her world, doing the best that she can, trying to get by.” Hunter said trying his best not to feel guilty for abandoning her, “but my dad passed away just a couple years back.”

“I'm sorry to hear that.” Applejack said somberly.

“Don't apologize, it’s no fault of yours.” Hunter said, “He was ready, and it was inevitable.”

“Inevitable?” Applejack asked.

“My father had disease after viral disease from the day I was born. He had organs removed and surgery after surgery and pills and health tricks and diets etc. and they all helped, but after a while it didn't matter what he tried, it seemed like the world was just against him. Eventually a disease called cancer found its way in and there was nothing the doctors could do. He had months left. It was sad yes, but not really shocking. It was never shocking.” Hunter said.

“What do you mean?” Applejack asked.

“Most times death comes as a shock. It just happens. It's an 'oops', an accident. But like I said, the fear of something not going smoothly, or a surgery not working out was always looming, so when the news finally came that it was over, it was much easier for us to accept. Of course none of us wanted to accept it, we were still devastated, but it just wasn't a shock. It was never a surprise. It was never an accident. I guess you could just say that we were more prepared. Of course, one can never be prepared for death.” Hunter said, now rambling.

“I couldn't agree more.” Applejack said.

“You can never be completely prepared.” Hunter said, continuing his ramble, “One can only be more prepared. There's always something missing. The feeling that somebody is gone but you're waiting for them to get back, except they never do.” Hunter said. The stallion found that tears were welling up in his eyes suddenly, and rose his hoof to wipe them. As he brought his hoof back down he saw Applejack pulling ahead slightly now that they had reached a clearing. In the middle of this clearing an ancient birch tree stood proudly and at the base of this tree sat two stones of familiar shape.

“Where are we?” Hunter asked.

“Somewhere quite special.” Applejack said, taking off her hat. “The graves you see here are my ma and pa.”

A sudden air of reverence passed over Hunter and he walked slower, and his demeanor was somber.

“See I understand entirely what you've been through Hunter. Not just with the loss of your parents, but with the loss of Jordan as well.” Applejack said, sitting near the grave in a way where she could look between the grave and Hunter without turning anything more than her head.

Hunter stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

“See when I was still just a filly one of my chores was to make sure the gate that held the cows in was locked up tighter than a jelly jar. Well the longer it took us to finish all of our chores the longer we went until we had supper. One day I was taking a little longer than usual and I found myself rushing through the last of my chores so I could get to supper before all of granny's cooking was gone. So I didn't lock up the cows as well as I should've. Well come next morning my pa comes out to see all the cows had made their way out into the field and my ma was running full speed towards 'em, apparently rushing to defend the herd from some timber wolves lurking just along the tree line, waiting to strike. My pa rushed out of the house to help her and he could see her fighting them off as he ran, but they overpowered her before he could reach her. He managed to fend off the rest of the timber wolves but the damage had already been done.” Applejack took a moment to wipe her eyes and take a shaky breath, “My ma was in bad shape, and my pa was badly injured himself, they had just long enough to say their goodbyes before she bled out.”

“I'm sorry.” Hunter said.

“Don't be,” Applejack repeated back to Hunter, “it’s not yer fault. Anyways, we buried my ma right here and took pa and bandaged him up and let him rest in the house. Granny said that his wounds weren't fatal and that he should be up on his feet in no time, but after a while, he just wasn't getting any better. What should've been easy fixin' wasn't healing at all and eventually my pa passed away too. Granny said there wasn't no way she could fix a broken heart.”

Hunter stared at the graves as he listened to Applejack's story. To have her mother die and her father die shortly after, and with all that hope that he would get better, it must have been awful.

“I blamed myself o' course. For months I wouldn't leave the house thinking that, ma and pa would never have died if I had just taken the time to make sure everything was locked up tight. I hardly ate anything and Granny was scared she would lose me too. Then she came in my room one night and told me something I'll never forget.” Applejack said, looking up and staring Hunter in the eyes.

“What's that?” Hunter asked, staring back.

“She said 'Applejack it's not yer fault. The only way that it coulda been yer fault is if you were a timber wolf and went and attacked your ma and pa yerself. It’s never noponies fault unless they purposefully and with intent and through their own actions hurt somepony else. So don't think for a second that just because you left that there gate unlocked that it’s yer fault. Its just as likely that those timberwolves wouldn’t have showed up at all and we woulda just brought them cows back in no problem, and it’s also entirely possible that them timberwolves woulda showed up anyways and attacked anywho. The point is, death just happens, sometimes it can't be helped and sometimes it sure ain’t the fault of nopony.” Applejack finished.

“What's the point of you telling me all this?” Hunter asked.

“The point is that I realize you blame yourself for Jordan's death, and I'm trying to tell you that it ain’t your fault.” Applejack said.

“You may not have been the direct cause of your parents death, but it was my attack that killed Jordan.” Hunter said.

“It wasn't your choice to sacrifice him though. It was his. It's possible that he wouldn't have held Skull in place, he could have let you throw it at Skull and Rainbow Dash instead, or he could've tried to let you throw it at Skull without anyone holding him. The point is, Jordan knew what the options were, and out of all of them, it was him who made the decision, not you.” Applejack said. “It wasn't your choice that got Jordan killed, it was his.”

Once again Hunter found himself crying and couldn't help it.

“There were other options I just know it!” Hunter said, “What kind of decision is that anyways!”

Applejack walked slowly over and put her hoof over Hunter's shoulder, “I know, but there's nothing we can do now, and he did it to save us. If he could see how you were acting now, I don't think he'd be very happy after he sacrificed himself like that.”

“I guess you're right.” Hunter said, but whatever convincing Applejack had done, it didn't stop Hunter from crying for the next few minutes, comforted by Applejack’s embrace.

As soon as he finished crying Hunter said thank you to Applejack and wiped his face.

“I’m glad I could help, I hope I’ve helped you through this funk you’ve been in.” Applejack said, “Now what brought you here anyways?”

“Oh yeah I almost forgot.” Hunter said, pulling the note out of his pocket, “I need some lumber and I saw you had some for sale.”

“Lumber? What could you need lumber for?” Applejack asked, the pair now walking back towards the farm.

“Well you see I have a friend who just moved into town and he’s working on repairing an old house on the edge of the woods.” Hunter explained, his throat still a little weak from the crying.

“The edge of the woods? Ya mean he’s fixing up the old Orange family vacation spot?” Applejack asked.

“I’m fairly sure that’s the one.” Hunter said, “Why, do you think they’d have a problem with that?” Hunter asked, a little worried that there might be an issue considering that Luna may not have actually asked the Orange family if they could have the property.

“Nah,” Applejack assured, “My Uncle Orange doesn’t even know that place exists, his grandpappy was the last one to visit that place and everypony’s forgotten about it by now. Even if they did know it was there, they wouldn’t want it, not with the shape it’s in.”

“That’s a relief.” Hunter said, “I would hate to find they suddenly have an interest after Atticus and I have fixed it all up.”

“Atticus?” Applejack inquired, “Y’all humans can have some interestin’ names.”

“Ponies have weird names to us.” Hunter said.

“How so?” Applejack said, almost defensively.

“Well we certainly don’t name our children after stuff, like Rainbow Dash, that’s a name a human child would get bullied for in my world.” Hunter said.

“Rainbow Dash got bullied for having that name in this world.” Applejack said bluntly.

Hunter laughed surprisingly at the unexpected burn. “Why would you say something so mean?” Hunter asked.

“Just being honest.” Applejack said, laughing along with him.

They finally reached the barn, and Applejack showed him the pile of planks. Hunter was unsure what he needed so he gave the note to Applejack and had her find it all. 

“I won’t be able to carry all of this back myself, do you have a cart I can borrow?” Hunter asked.

Applejack thought about it for a second before she said, “I have to go into town a little bit later anyways and I was gonna take my cart with me, so how about I grab what you need and take it out to your friend for you before I head into town.”

“That would be fantastic thank you.” Hunter said.

“I just want one thing in return for this lumber and the trip.” Applejack said.

“And what’s that?” Hunter asked.

“I want you to make good with the others. ya know, apologize and such.” Applejack said.

Hunter let out a sigh. The apple farmer was right, he had hurt Twilight’s feelings, and Pinkie Pie physically, no doubt making the others upset as well. While he wasn’t sure how Rainbow Dash felt considering their recent meeting in the clouds, he should probably apologize to her for good measure.

“I’ll go do that right now then.” Hunter said, “Thank you again Applejack, for everything.”

“It was my pleasure Hunter.” Applejack said, pulling the last piece of lumber she needed from the pile.

Hunter was about to leave when he remembered something. “Oh, I know you said the apologies was enough of a payment for the lumber, but you should expect to be paid anyways.”

“Why do you say that?” Applejack asked.

“That’s just the way Atticus rolls.” Hunter said, and with that he was off into the sky.


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Atticus was tearing up the last plank from the patio when he heard a quiet, “Hello? Anypony out here?”

The white stallion looked up to see Applejack entering the clearing with a cart. 

“I’m here!” Atticus called out to her, “In front of the house!”

“Well hey there partner.” Applejack said, drawing closer to the house with her cart in tow.

“What brings you and your…” Atticus started, looking behind apple farmer, “Luggage into this part of the woods.”

“Well your friend Hunter stopped by and bought some lumber from us at the farm. He said he couldn’t carry it here by himself so I offered to bring it over for him.” Applejack said, taking the harness off of her back.

“Well thanks for doing that for us, but if you don’t mind my asking, where is he?” Atticus asked.

“He went into town to do something important, I’m sure he’ll be back quicker than steam from a frying pan.” Applejack said, “Now where would you like this lumber?”

“In a heap in front of the estate should be fine.” Atticus said, “I’ll get to it just as soon as I…”

The scientifically inclined white pony was going to say something about measuring when he suddenly heard a loud crack.

“Thunder?” Applejack said startled, “I thought it was supposed to be clear skies today!”

“You forget we’re in the boundaries of the everfree forest, isn’t the weather here unpredictable?” Atticus asked, gathering tools and rushing to put them under shelter. 

“Ain’t that the truth. Well alright I’d better get this lumber under something before it warps.” Applejack said, putting the harness back on and moving the cart under where the patio would be. Fortunately there was plenty of room for it now that the patio had been disassembled. 

The rain started to fall with a gentle pitter patter, and Atticus couldn’t help from staring as the water hit the loose dirt of the open field. The drops leaving small dents in the earth along with small puddles of water. Not impressive alone, but soon enough they became a smooth layer of water on the open field, and the whole area was completely drenched in no time.

“Brrr, it sure got cold fast.” Applejack said shivering.  

“Oh please, let’s go inside,” Atticus suggested, “It may not be airtight as of yet, but it’s better than nothing, and the fireplace is still mostly intact.”

“What wood were you planning on burning,” Applejack asked, “I hope it wasn’t the stuff I just carted all the way out here.”

Atticus glanced around for the remnants of the old patio. Unfortunately he had left the pile out in the rain. The white stallion jumped up to salvage what he could and came back with a few good pieces. 

“A little wet, but usable.” Atticus said, his hair now a mop from the rain.

Applejack laughed, “You look like winona fresh from the wash.”

Atticus chuckled, “I must look a sight. It really is coming down out there, faster than I thought it would.”

“I’m not so used to rain springing up out of nowhere like that.” Applejack said.

“Sometimes I find it hard to believe that you ponies control the weather every day.” Atticus said, opening the door and motioning for Applejack to enter. 

“Us ponies?” Applejack asked.

"uh oh." Atticus thought, "have I said too much?" 

“Humans can’t control the weather like the pegasi?” Applejack asked, seeming a little cautious.

Oh good, she already knows, what a relief. Atticus thought, letting out a mental sigh.

“Oh no.” Atticus said, “Human’s don’t have magical properties like ponies do, but mostly they can’t fly through their own natural vehicle's.” 

“You just let the weather control itself? Like in the everfree?” Applejack asked amazed. 

“Basically. I guess that’s why I like the idea of living in this house, so close to the edge of the forest. The wilderness is a nice reprieve and I like the weather being a bit of a mystery, even if it is sometimes inconvenient.” Andrew explained. 

“So my question is,” Applejack asked, “Why did Hunter have his house built quicker than a rabbit running from a fox, but you have to build yours yourself?”

“I decided to fix this place up because I needed a place to live. This place just needed fixing, and so I thought I should start pulling my own weight from the very beginning. I don’t like feeling like being in debt to anyone.” Andrew said, putting the wood down next to the fireplace.

Applejack smiled, “Glad to meet another hard working pony with principles, even if you were a human before, I can tell that yer gonna be quite the switch from Hunter.” 

“Are you saying he’s not a hard worker?” Atticus asked slyly.

“All I’m saying is that he took a lot more time off of work than anypony else has after this whole skull trap incident.” Applejack said frankly.

“That hardly seems fair.” Atticus said, chuckling despite himself.

“Just telling the truth” Applejack said. 

Andrew chuckled lightly to himself a little more before breaking down the planks and putting them inside the fireplace.

“I just realized,” Applejack said, astonished that she could have forgotten, “We haven’t been introduced proper like. I’m Applejack.” The orange mare said, extending a hoof.

Atticus beamed for the first time in what seemed like ages as he went over to shake her hoof. The stallion already knew who she was, but it was nice to meet her properly. “I’m Atticus, it’s nice to meet you.” He said, extending a hoof to shake.

Applejack grabbed Atticus’ hoof and shook vigorously, “Always glad to meet another down an dirty pony like yourself.” She said.

“Likewise.” Atticus said, his voice wobbling like he was speaking through a fan.

“Now how about we get this here fire roarin’” Applejack said, making her way over to the fireplace.

Atticus beamed for the second time. The white stallion had already hit it off beautifully with Applejack, and the thought of it made him ecstatic. As soon as the fire was high and the room they were in warm, they poured over some sketches that Atticus had roughly drawn as schematics of how to best repair the house. Together, with their knowledge of construction combined, and Applejack’s superior drawing with her hooves skills, they hammered out all the schematics Atticus would need to finish the house.

“Hey,” Atticus said, looking up from the schematic they had decided to draw for an extra shack he might want to build next to the house. “Has it stopped raining?” 

They had been so caught up with building plans that they had completely forgotten about the weather outside. The pair stepped outside to see the sun shining bright overhead, with the fresh after rain air filling their nostrils.

“It’s always my favorite during and after it rains.” Atticus said, “The rainfall is so mesmerizing and the smell of the clean air just makes you wanna stay outside all day.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Applejack said, fitting herself into the cart’s harness. “Well I must be off, I can’t thank you enough for the hospitality.”

“Leaving so soon?” Atticus found himself asking, “We haven’t finished designing the shack I might build.”

“Another time then,” Applejack said before attempting to move the cart. Unfortunately the rain had created mud, and the cart was stuck in it. “Oh dear, it seems I’m a mite stuck. Could you help me out of this?” 

“Wait were you trying to leave without being paid for the lumber?” Atticus asked.

Applejack sweat nervously, “Uh no. Hunter uh, already paid me.”

“Oh really?” Atticus asked, “And how could he have done that when I have Luna’s stamp of approval?”

“Uh um,” Applejack stuttered, “He paid me in bits.”

“He also stopped by to tell me that you might try to get away without letting me pay you.” Atticus said smiling.

“Consarn it then why did you let me get all worked up? Didn’t you ask me where he was earlier?” Applejack said sneering.

“All part of the act, I meant no harm believe me.” Atticus said laughing.

Applejack stopped sneering and smiled, “I guess it was a good prank, fine, give me something to write with and I let you know how much you owe me.” 

Andrew fetched a scroll and one of the utensils they had been using to design the house and let Applejack write the amount on a slip of paper before pushing her free of the mud. 

“Y’all have a nice rest of yer day now ya hear!” Applejack said, making her way towards town. 

“And the same to you!” Atticus yelled. The white stallion looked down at the paper that Applejack had written her total down on.

Drawn there instead was a small drawing of Applejack herself winking, with the words, “I’m stubborn as stubborn gets, you’ll never pay me I swear!”

Atticus let out a loud yell.


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Hunter landed softly on Twilight’s doorstep. This wasn’t going to be easy, he had said some things that were going to be hard to take back if he was able to take them back at all. He went inside the library as the majority of it was a public space and took a deep breath. Spike was nearest to the door, sweeping the entry way, and Twilight was nowhere to be seen.

“What do you want?” Spike asked, pointing with his broom threateningly, his eyes daggers, and his tone was salt in the wound.

“I’m here to talk to Twilight, I want to apologize.” Hunter said.

“Yeah well,” Spike said, “She doesn’t want to talk to you ok? So why don’t you just…”

“It’s alright Spike,” Twilight interrupted, walking out from the other room. “He said he was here to apologize, so let him apologize.”

“Well what if he isn’t here to apologize?” Spike said, “Maybe he’s here to…”

“Please Spike,” Twilight said, giving Spike a pat on the head, “If anything happens you can intervene, but for now let him speak.”

Hunter waited patiently for their talk to be over, but now that it was his turn to talk he was hesitant.

“Well?” Spike asked impatiently. 

“I’m sorry Twilight.” Hunter said.

Twilight said nothing.

“I’m sorry for being so out of line earlier, I shouldn’t have been such a jerk. It was wrong of me to yell in your face so harshly when you were only trying to help. I guess I was still really upset about Jordan, and frustrated about the books.” Hunter explained, “But there is no excusing my actions, what I did was truly wrong and for that I ask for your forgiveness.”

Twilight still said nothing.

“I also got you this.” Hunter said, pulling a jar of Peach syrup out from behind his back. “I picked it up from the store before I stopped by, I thought I would offer it as a gesture of goodwill.”

Still Twilight said nothing. 

“Alright, I guess I should be going now.” Hunter said, “I can’t expect you to forgive me after all that I’ve done to you and your friends, but know that I am truly sorry.”

With that Hunter started to make his way out of the library before Twilight stopped him.

“I’m sorry too.” The purple mare said.

“What? Hunter asked, unsure that he heard her correctly.

“I said I’m sorry too. That night I realized that you were right, we couldn’t have used the elements against Skull Trap. Even if we could have hit him with them it’s possible that he still wouldn’t have been defeated.” Twilight said, clearing her throat. “I shouldn’t have told you that you killed your friend for no reason, it was awful of me to suggest such a thing so I’m sorry too.”

Hunter was not expecting this at all. He honestly hadn’t even considered that Twilight could have been at fault, he had just assumed that he had been the biggest possible jerk.

“It’s ok Twilight. I forgive you.” Hunter said. 

“I forgive you too Hunter.” Twilight said.

Hunter walked forward and gave Twilight a quick hug, after stepping back he asked, “Friends?”

“Friends.” Twilight said, letting out a broken laugh.

“Thanks, now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go apologize to Pinkie Pie next.” Hunter said, making his way to the door.

“Good luck.” Twilight said sincerely, “Do come back to have some of this syrup with me sometime.”

“Will do.” Hunter said from outside, and took off towards Sugarcube Corner.


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Hunter stood on the steps of Sugar Cube corner, wondering if he had the courage to knock at the door. He had come to apologize to Pinkie, but he also wanted to check up on her, see if she was alright, and at the same time he almost didn't want to see her at all. The Alicorn was sure that her bruise was still visible. A gray hoof extended itself up the door and it was about to knock for him when he was suddenly on the ground in front of the shop with his nose bleeding slightly, and his head aching from striking the paving stones.

After a few seconds recovery time, allowing him to realize that he was now on the street rather than the doorway, Hunter sat up and looked at where he had previously been standing, reaching up to his nose to wipe the blood away. Standing on the side of the shop was Jason, his metal hoof still in the air where it had ended up connecting with Hunter's face.

“There, that should equal it out.” Jason said, but Hunter's head was ringing a little and he didn't hear.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” Hunter yelled, “What did you do that for?!”

Jason didn't reply as he walked down the steps and over to Hunter where he pushed him back onto the ground forcefully and leaned in. “That one was for Pinkie.”

“Should have known you'd fancy yourself her guardian.” Hunter gasped, his chest being compressed by Jason's metal hoof. It was warm to the touch, but it was heavy as the brown unicorn stepped on the alicorn's chest.

“You should watch yourself, hurt anypony else and I'll have to teach you a little lesson in being a good boy.” Jason said angrily.

“Guess you better get your ruler then teacher.” Hunter said with a smile. “Cause I've been hurting everypony lately.”

Jason's face went from stern anger to full out rage and he shoved his hoof down on Hunter's chest. “Who else have you hurt?! HUH?! Who else suffered because of you?!”

Hunter gasped for air under the force of Jason's hoof and was obviously unable to answer due to the pressure, but let out a series of forced laughs. This only made the brown stallion even more furious and he lifted his hoof from Hunter's chest to slam it down again. Before he could reconnect the alicorn with his hoof however, he made contact with a gray hoof instead, with his face.

Jason staggered back and Hunter got up slowly, dripping blood onto the stone and wiping his face as he gasped for air now that it was freely available once more. 

Hunter tried to call out to the brown stallion, “If you’d just listen to me you’d know that I…” but soon the unicorn was back in business he ran forward. 

The alicorn didn't have much time to react but was able to fall back onto the ground before Jason could hit him again. As soon as he was face down on the ground, supporting himself on his front hooves Hunter swung around and kicked at Jason's hooves. The brown Stallion jumped harmlessly over them, bringing his hoof up to strike Hunter on the ground when he descended. Hunter was given the time he needed and rolled away, moving away just in time as the stones cracked beneath Jason's metal hoof.

Hunter stood up slowly, still a little dizzy from the rolling and head trauma. The alicorn rubbed his temple and looked up at Jason, who was now advancing towards him. 

The alicorn tried again to stop him, “Are you gonna listen to me or not?” but it was to no avail. Hunter moved into the attack ready stance, setting himself on his back hooves and putting his fore hooves up. Jason shot his metal hoof forward at Hunter's face, which didn't make contact as Hunter weaved to the side. Moving his left fore hoof up Hunter struck Jason's metal one from the bottom. Jason let out a yell, the pain he received was from a blow that would normally break bones, but his metal hoof was not like any biological structure and so he could only feel pain of an equivalence to a breakage.

It didn't slow the unicorn down however, and he used his normal fore hoof to attack the alicorn's gut. Hunter stepped to the side, and chopped the unicorn's foreleg. Jason quickly retracted his hoof, sending it down to avoid the blow and then using the momentum to spin and do a strike from above at the same time. Hunter stepped backwards and moved away to distance himself from Jason's swings. Jason stopped spinning and stood up just as Hunter was and they regarded each other for a moment. Hunter was still bleeding slightly from his nose, and Jason's metal appendage ached.

Hunter made the first move this time, running forward and striking with a foreleg, which Jason blocked easily, and then Hunter continued on to bring a right hook up, and then a left kick to the midsection and a sweep to the legs. Jason was only able to block the first two blows, but Hunter's kick connected with his ribs and he was now falling because of the leg sweep. He felt like he was falling in slow motion as he watched Hunter spin with his momentum after his sweep, bringing his leg up to connect with his head.

Jason hit the ground at a good speed, his face greeting the stone before he tumbled into a wall. Jason didn't have time to recuperate, he could see the alicorn making his way to the wall.

“Contum!” Jason yelled as loudly as he could, his broken rib restricting his ability to speak somewhat.

Hunter's hoof hit the shield and he bounced off, sending the alicorn back more than thirty feet. Hunter spread his wings to stabilize and slid to a stop in the road.

Unfortunately for Hunter and Jason, the streets were still a little busy and a crowd had gathered at what they guessed was a safe distance.

Hunter glanced around, wishing that the ponies surrounding them would disappear. The gray alicorn was tired of ponies getting injured, emotionally or physically because of him. Jason however, had a bone to pick with him, and he wasn't going to back off until this was finished. Hunter's eyes shot around, looking for a way to keep the townsponies out of danger, or at least finish the fight quickly. With Jason's knowledge of spells and arsenal that was growing each day, as far as Hunter knew, that option was unlikely to occur.

Jason seemed to hesitate; perhaps he was just as worried about the ponies that had gathered as Hunter was. Then, Jason relaxed, growing noticeably slack, the brown stallion yelled to his opponent.

“Perhaps we should take this somewhere a little less... crowded.” The unicorn said bluntly, looking at the ponies nearby with harsh glares, and then giving the same to Hunter.

Well that was direct. Hunter thought to himself. 

“So you’re finally ready to talk!” Hunter yelled back, “Are you ready to listen?” 

“What are you talking about?” Jason yelled, “There’s nothing to talk about so long as you’re going around hurting ponies.”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to tell you, I’m not hurting anypony anymore, I came here to apologize.” Hunter yelled.

With that Jason made his way over to the alicorn in front of Sugarcube Corner.

“I heard you hit Pinkie pretty hard in the face and then yelled at Twilight something fierce.” Jason said.

“Yes, both of those things are true.” Hunter said, ashamed.

“But why? Why would you do such a thing?” Jason asked, pleading.

“I don’t know why. I can’t say what drove me to do such awful things. All I can say is that I’m sorry I did them.” Hunter said, “Even if I did know why I did them, it was inexcusable.” 

“That’s the truth.” Jason said. “Well if you want to apologize to Pinkie then I suppose you’d better get in there. She hasn’t been herself since it happened, and we need the old Pinkie Pie back.”

“I…” Hunter didn’t really even get to start his sentence. 

“I’ve heard enough.” A high pitched voice said from the doorway of Sugarcube Corner.

“Pinkie Pie?” Hunter gasped, “How long have you been there?” 

“Long enough silly,” Pinkie said, almost cheerful. “I knew you were really sad so I was trying to cheer you up, but I didn’t expect you to hit me like you did! It threw me for a whirl, and I’m pretty sure my nose is crooked, is my nose crooked?” Pinkie asked, turning to Jason so he could get a better look.

“It looks fine to me,” Jason said.

“Well then as long as my nose is in the right place I guess I can let you off this time Mr. Grumpy Gills.” Pinkie Pie said, “But don’t go making a habit out of this you hear me, if I hear about something like this happening I’ll have to shoot you out of my party cannon and you’ll have to fly all the way back here from the griffon kingdoms you got it?”

“Yes ma’am.” Hunter said, “Thank you.

“Please my name’s Pinkie Pie.” Pinkie said, and then retreated back into the store.

“Well I guess you achieved your goal.” Jason said, chuckling.

“I guess I did.” Hunter said, “I’m glad too. I thought she might be the hardest one to convince I was being genuine.” 

“Are you being genuine?” Jason asked.

“I understand the sort of pony I’ve been recently.” Hunter replied, with Jason listening intently.

“I know what I’ve been doing, I’ve been hurting other ponies, I’ve been hurting myself. I’ve been acting like a fool.” Hunter said, “You were right to attack me like you did, seeing as what I did to Pinkie Pie and all.”

“No.” Jason spoke up. “I guess I was a little foolish too. Two wrongs don’t make a right, I guess I got a little upset at the word that you’d hit her.”

“I guess that’s fair.” Hunter said.

“Although I shouldn’t have attacked you, it isn’t right to attack a friend.” Jason said.

“No it’s alright,” Hunter said, “I needed a good punch, plus it helped in my apology to Pinkie apparently.”

“Then I’m glad I could be of service.” Jason chuckled. 

“Yeah well, don’t quit your day job.” Hunter quipped.

“Hey,” Jason said defensively, “Tell that to your nose.”

Now that Jason mentioned it Hunter’s nose hurt like hell, and it was probably still bleeding.

“Well since we’ve decided to stop fighting, would you like to stay for dinner, I’m sure the others would love to have you, and we can clean and patch each other up at my place.” Hunter suggested.

“As long as you don’t mean sharing the shower.” Jason joked.

“I’m never going to live that down am I?” Hunter asked.

“Nope.”


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Hunter thought it was a grand enough occasion to pull out as many stop as he knew how at the present moment, considering that most of what he used to make was no longer acceptable to their palate. Tofu was an easy replacement, and potatoes were still only a plant last he checked so they should be no problem either, and even though he think he’d like it, salad. Lots of salad. The Tofu he’d finally gotten the hang of after a few tries, learning to make it from a recipe Twilight had taught him to read in the first few days. Tofu, potatoes, salads, biscuits, soda, and a veggie platter he’d bought on a whim. It was quite the feast.

“Wow, you’ve got quite the selection, what exactly are you making?” Atticus asked, strolling into the kitchen as he followed his nose. 

“Oh a bunch of stuff.” Hunter said, concentrating more on cooking than the conversation.

“Like what?” Atticus asked.

Hunter realized that he should probably cut his losses by shifting his focus. “Well let’s see.” The alicorn looked around the room at what he had in the works and things that were already finished. “We’ve got some salad’s, my famous potatoes, uhhhm. Tofu…”

“Tofu?” Atticus asked, rather quickly.

Hunter picked up on the odd haste with which he posed his question. “Yes? Is that ok?” 

“Oh, yes, it’s no problem at all.” Atticus said, scratching the back of his head and laughing.

Hunter thought that was a weird move that only happened on TV and was immediately suspicious. 

“Ok…” Hunter said, “Well I’m going to get back to mixing the sauce for the potatoes, could you set the table for me? And be careful of the tofu it’s right there on the counter.” 

“Yeah sure, no problem.” Atticus said, looking up at the cupboards. They were too high up for him to reach them, or at least to grab anything out of, so he would have to stand up on the counter. Nervously avoiding the tofu, Atticus hefted himself up onto the ledge and opened the cupboard. 

“How many ponies are we having over?” Atticus asked.

Hunter stopped what he was doing and froze for a second, nodding his head slightly as he counted.  “Five.” Hunter said, “That includes myself.” 

“Got it,” Atticus said, trying to separate 5 plates from the rest of them. However he had never done something like this before with hooves for hands, and so he was having a little trouble. The white stallion was currently on three hooves with one hoof reaching up into the cupboard to grab the plates, but it would seem that he would need both of his legs to get this job done. Atticus stood high up on the counter but now found that he was too tall to see that level shelf and now he had to do an awkward crouch.

Hunter stopped to watch his friend, just in case.

It wasn’t long before Atticus started to lose his balance. The earth pony grabbed the plates firmly with both hooves, but doing so cost him his footing and he fell backwards. Hunter dashed forwards and grabbed his friend before he hit his head on anything. 

“You alright?” Hunter asked, setting his friend down gently onto the ground.

“I got the plates!” Atticus said triumphantly.

Hunter laughed, “Good job, now go put them…” 

Just then the tofu platter began to slide slowly off the edge as it had been pushed to the corner of the counter. Hunter once again moved quickly to save it and managed to catch it before anything fell off of it.

“Phew, that was close.” Hunter said, setting the tofu back onto the counter.

Atticus found himself wishing that the tofu hadn't been saved, but set the table without further consequence but would look into the kitchen and glare at the tofu every few minutes.

“Alright we’re just about ready.” Hunter said, “would you mind putting some of the food on the table?”  

Atticus nodded and walked into the kitchen right up to the tofu. It was emanating dark forces, he could feel it. His distrust of the food dish growing, he found himself unable to control his actions.

After hearing the plate hit the floor Hunter turned to see Atticus standing over it with a blank expression.

“Atticus what happened are you ok?” Hunter asked, distressed, “I guess that’s the end of the tofu.” 

“I-” Atticus shook his head to come back to reality. “I-I-I- guess I just uh, dropped it. I’m sorry.” 

Hunter looked down at the tofu, but then up at his friend, “Andr… Atticus. Is everything ok? You seem, weird.”

Atticus looked up at his friend and Hunter could see tears in his eyes.

“Atticus? What’s wrong? You can talk to me, just tell me what the problem is?” Hunter said.

“It’s just that,” Atticus said, sniffling. “I really hate tofu.”

Hunter’s face made him look like he had just heard the worst pun in the entire universe. Atticus obviously wasn’t joking, but the gray alicorn’s face was so sour it was as if life had just given him the rest of its lemons. Hunter gave Atticus a quick hug and patted his back with the same expression of quiet rage, speaking in an almost monotone. “It’s ok. Don’t worry about it. Please just go sit at the table.”

Atticus wiped his eyes and sniffed one last time and said. “Sorry.” before he went and sat down.

After a few minutes Jason finally returned, having left after the fight to finish up a few errands and Michael came out of his room.

“What time is it?” Michael asked, wiping sleep from his eyes.

“Afternoon that’s for sure.” Jason said, “Late night?”

Michael stuttered, “uh yeah I guess.”

“Oh really,” Jason said, getting a little too nosy, “Were you up all night with…”

“Now, I don’t believe that we’ve met,” Atticus interrupted, settling into one of the chairs at the end of the dining room table. 

“Oh, of course, I left before you got here, which Hunter tells me was just the other day?” Jason said. 

“Yeah I’m new here myself, but you’ve been here before?” Atticus asked.

“Yeah I used to crash here,” Jason said, “My name’s Jason, and you are?”

“Oh of course, My name is Atticus.” Atticus said, leaning over the table to shake his hoof.

“It’s nice to meet you Atticus.” Jason said, giving a quick hoofshake. 

“We’re glad to have you back Jason,” Michael said, sitting at the opposite end of the table. “I heard something about you and Hunter having something about a falling out. So you being here just means that you made up.”

“I guess you could say that,” Jason laughed, “But it wasn’t exactly ‘kiss and make up’.”

“Oh?” Atticus asked, “Then what was it?”

“It was more like punch and make up.” Jason said frankly.

“Well I guess that explains the bruises on his face.” Michael said, returning from the kitchen after grabbing a glass of water. “Either way, I’m glad that you’re friends again. It’s about time that he started being friendly again.”

“And all it took was a good punch!” Jason said proudly.

“I’ll have you know that I had a long talk with Applejack before we met again, Jason!” Hunter yelled from the kitchen, still in the process of preparing dinner. “I don’t think you should go around punching things to solve your friendship problems!” 

“Just try and stop me!” Jason said, letting out a hearty laugh. 

Everyone in the room was very concerned.

“Anyways, I realize that you don’t have quite the normal Pony name,” Atticus said, “So you must be a human made pony too right?”

Jason stared blankly and just said, “What?”

“Ya know, Luna brought Hunter, Michael and I here, so did she bring you here too as well? I mean Jason is a human name so I just assumed that you were brought here as well.” Atticus explained. 

“What?” Jason said, still staring blankly.

“You know? A unicorn showed up at your place in the human world and took you here to Equestria?!” Atticus said, confused that Jason was not responding positively.

“What?” Jason said.

“Are you..!?” Atticus said, but he was interrupted. 

“I hope you guys are ready for dinner because, it is served!” Hunter said, bringing in a few bowls of salads, a small plate of gems, his potatoes and a bouquet of flowers, also for eating.

“Wow you’ve really adapted to the lifestyle since I last saw you.” Jason said, “What happened to the uh, the tofu and junk?”

“I’m over it.” Hunter said, bringing one last plate in from the kitchen. “Is Trixie joining us Michael?” 

“She should be here any minute?” Michael said, sounding unsure of himself.

“Well it’s not like we have to worry about this food getting cold, it’s all salads anyways, unless she wants some potatoes.” Hunter said, sitting across from Jason at the table.

“Well I would like to propose a toast.” Atticus spoke up. The white stallion went to raise a glass before he realized there were none.

“Oh I always forget something.” Hunter said, going back into the kitchen to grab some sodas and water.

Atticus tried one last time to get something out of Jason, “So are you a human or not?” Atticus asked desperately.

“No.” Jason said, “you must excuse me I’m a little horse.” 

Atticus could not contain himself. The white stallion leaped from his chair yelling and tackled the metal hoofed jokester. 

Michael looked on in horror as Hunter returned from the kitchen with the beverages. 

“Who are you!?” Atticus yelled. 

“I already told you my name’s Jason!” The brown unicorn said, “Hunter get this guy off of me!” 

Hunter set the drinks on the table and moved to remove Atticus from on top of Jason, grabbing Atticus from behind, but he refused to move.

“Stop joking around!” Atticus said, “Why are you being so secretive?”

“What’s gotten into you all of the lately Atticus!?” Hunter yelled.

At that moment Trixie walked into the room, “Sorry I’m late everypony, I had to stay a little late to…”

At that moment everypony froze. Hunter was grabbing Atticus from the back, Jason was practically being mounted, although he was also being strangled, and Michael was sitting at the table watching.

“Am…” Trixie said, barely anything more than a mumble before she spoke up, “Am I interrupting something?”

“I should hope not,” Jason said now that Atticus had released his neck, “Nobody told me.” 

Atticus felt like the fires of pompeii, the heat in his face was boiling over and it felt like there was enough steam coming out of his ears to blot out the sun. The white earth pony stepped off of Jason and made his way up the stairs to his room. 

Hunter was embarrassed too, but fortunately Jason’s shamelessness had rubbed off on him. “Atticus! What about dinner?” He yelled, but it was no use, he was already in his room. 

“Would somepony like to explain to me what just happened?” Trixie asked, still very much confused.

“I think Atticus was coming on to me,” Jason said with a smug smile on his face, “All I did was tell him my name and he was all over me.”

“Jason!” Michael yelled, “You should be ashamed of yourself.” 

Jason let out a laugh while Michael started to explain to Trixie what just happened. Hunter shook his head and sat down.

“So Trixie’s here.” Jason said, “Let’s eat!” 


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This would not stand. Something was going on, Celestia was almost certain of at least this much. Luna was leading some sort of pilgrimage. If it wasn’t Luna she would have to find the leader soon. The end to this scheme was a mystery but she was sure it couldn’t have been good or her sister wouldn’t have kept it secret for so long. With her student in possession of the elements of harmony it would be a lot harder to subdue her sister with minimal damage, or minimal casualties. There was just one problem, they were marked now. The elements wouldn’t respond to her anymore. At the very least the white alicorn had to make sure that Luna didn’t have the power of the elements on her side. If she had to punish her student to make sure that her sister didn’t have the power to overthrow her then that’s what she had to do.

“...and that’s why we need more supplies in our village.” A pony hoping to appeal to the princess about a need in their village for more food. Their supplies had been completely depleted after a parasprite attack. 

Unfortunately the Princess had not been paying attention to their plea.

“I’m sorry but I do not have time at the moment to take care of you right now. Please, speak with my advisors and they should decide the best course of action.” Celestia said, half present. 

“Then why did you allow me the audience?” The brown haired mare said, the desperation in her voice apparent.

Celestia’s paranoia and suspicion had been poisoning her mind and attitude for a short while now and it seemed to get the better of her when she said, “What is your name?”

“W-what?” The beige pony said nervously.

“What is your name?” Celestia repeated coldly.

“I-it’s uh.” The pony stuttered, her desperate confidence broken. “My name is Clover.”

“Well Clover.” Celestia said, “I must say that it is not within your right to question your princess, I am doing my best to do what I can, so I should think that’s fair that you should do as I tell you, don’t you think?”

“Well I guess so, it’s just that…” Clover tried saying.

“Then you will do as I say and speak with the advisors,” Celestia said, again with a distant expression, “Good day.”

Clover didn’t know what to say, she stood in the middle of the royal court stammering for a moment before she closed her mouth. The frustration and embarrassment causing tears to force their way out. The brown pony walked quickly from the room and the doors closed with a boom.

“Bring in the official courier.” Celestia stated, loud enough for the entire throne room and those outside the doors to hear.

Within a few moments a young pegasus mare with a red coat and deep maroon hair stepped proudly into the royal throne room. 

“How can I serve you Princess Celestia?” The mare said, bowing slightly as she approached.

“I need a message delivered to the mayor of Ponyville immediately.” Celestia said.

“I am ready your highness.” The mare said.

“It is by official order of the Princess Celestia that the ponies known as Twilight Sparkle and Trixie Lulamoon be put under trial by royalty before sunset tomorrow. Let it be known that they must be in attendance in front of the town hall before sunset or be found guilty of their charges and therefore arrested by the royal guard. End of message.” Celestia said, watching as the pony before her scribbled away on a scroll quickly to make sure she didn’t forget a word. 

“I shall make sure that this message is delivered post haste.” The mare said, tucking her scroll in a small saddle bag and bowing as she walked away.

“What is your name?” Celestia asked.

The mare perked her head up and responded quickly and confidently. “My name is Red. Red Flash your highness.” 

“Thank you Red.” Celestia said, “I have complete faith that this will be delivered timely.”

Red beamed she couldn’t contain herself as she left the room, bowing every two seconds as she backed herself towards the door. “Thank you Princess, Thank you, Thank you.” And again the door closed with another boom.

Like the sound of a gong announcing that the show was about to start.


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After Atticus finally returned to the table the members of the household had their nice dinner and stayed up to enjoy each others company. The sound of laughter and the fun kind of snarky remarks was a nice replacement to silence with intermittent hurtful remarks. For the first time in weeks Michael saw his friend again, for the first time in months Atticus saw the friend he’d missed since the human world, and Jason was glad to have returned to find his pal was back to the way he was when they’d first met. 

Hunter was finally back to his old self again. With the help of his friends, the understanding of Applejack, and the long time he took for his recovery, this gray stallion was back on his feet. They hoped. At least for now, he seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself, and they could take comfort in knowing that at least. 

“Who’s up for another round!?” Hunter exclaimed, feeling the adrenaline from winning a match.

“You think we could play something a little more… Teamwork oriented?” Trixie asked, “I mean I’m all for practicing and trying to get better at this sort of thing but all three of you are experienced Halo players, or at least so you’ve told me, so I can’t say that I’ve been having the best time dying over and over and over and over and…”

“Alright yes we get it.” Atticus said, “I can agree, while I’ve been enjoying getting back into my favorites, I think we should find something we can do together.”

“Wow,” Hunter said, “You know, normally it’s me saying stuff like that, I’m glad to have friends who feel the same.”

“Is that because you always lost when you played with your friends?” Jason asked.

“No.” Hunter said with a glare.

“I dunno…” Michael said.

Hunter put his hoof up to his chest to signify that he was heartbroken at the betrayal, and laughter once again rose up like a wave crashing against a cliffside to bring in the high tide.

“Well let’s take a look at what I’ve got then.” Hunter said, going to his game selection on the xbox itself and grabbing some cases.

Hunter had finally gotten over Jordan’s death, but he had not forgotten.


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Hunter couldn’t remember the last time that he had actually felt rested after waking up. This was a welcome surprise and he sat up in bed, taking a few deep breaths before getting ready for the day. The alicorn went down the stairs to find remnants of an already finished breakfast.

“Probably Trixie’s…” Hunter mumbled to himself as he walked into the kitchen and prepared himself a simple bowl of oatmeal, with all the basic ingredients. Oats, water, and about three cups of brown sugar.

The alicorn ate his breakfast, content to eat it in silence. Company was nice and all, but sometimes he just needed these moments of solitude to make it through the day. As Hunter thought about what today might bring, he figured he should just make a plan instead of going with the flow. 

As he took another spoonful he figured he should probably go apologize to Rarity and Fluttershy. The stallion hadn’t done anything to them directly, but he figured if you messed with one, you messed with all of them so he would have to make it up to all of them.

Hunter finished his oatmeal and gathered all of the dishes from the table, placing them into the sink, started cleaning the dishes, and thought back to his past. In said past, he had found himself unable to communicate with others very effectively, especially when he was a human, but surprisingly enough when he thought back to most of the conversations and relationships that he had with ponies this wasn’t as much of an issue. At least for the most part. What was it about this place that made it easier for him to speak his mind? Recently he figured it had been his lack of inhibitions, but even before Jordan’s death he found himself able to make connections with others much easier than before, Jordan being a prime example.

Rainbow Dash was also a prime example. Hunter was not exactly a ladykiller in any respects, at least not before, or not that Hunter thought at least. Yet despite his lack of confidence in himself Rainbow Dash seemed to have become quite smitten with him. Perhaps it was the fact that Hunter could fly really fast. Hunter shook his head, “If women were as easy as that, I probably would have had a few more girlfriends in my time.” 

Actually now that he thought about it, his human counterpart had not been nearly as impressive as he was now. Feeling a wave of embarrassment for himself, the alicorn stopped cleaning a bowl and place his head on the counter. “I was such a dweeb.” He said to himself. Maybe he still was, who knows.

Returning to his normal cleaning, Hunter thought back to how he had treated the sky blue pegasus as of late. Every memory led to feelings of regret, and he wanted to kick himself more than a few times. Despite the show of affection that Rainbow Dash had showed him a few nights back when he was blowing up the sky, he knew that he would have to apologize to her directly or end up making things worse. The alicorn was sure that she had not entirely forgiven him, but that night in the sky was a start, or at least, showed that she still cared. As far as Hunter could tell, today was going to be more than a little emotional again. Hopefully this was the last day for a while and things could just return to normal.

Hunter’s train of thought was interrupted by the sound of somepony descending the stairs. 

“Good morning Atticus.” Hunter said cheerfully. 

“And a good morning to you.” Atticus said, despite looking as if he had just risen from the dead. “You’re uncharacteristically cheerful this morning.”

“And you are unchaac… Uncaractaa…” Hunter sighed. “You not normal make big words so early.” The alicorn said mimicking a neanderthal.

Atticus let out a short laugh, “Yeah well, I thought you were the one who was good with words.”

“Hard to talk today I guess. That aside, I suppose I’m feeling quite a bit better today.” Hunter said, finishing the last of the dishes. “I dunno, yesterday Applejack really helped me out. Then I was able to go make up for mistakes I’d made, so I’m a lot less down on myself you know?” 

“I’m happy for you man.” Atticus said, “I’m glad you’re back to your old self.”

“That’s what ponies say, ‘back to normal, back your old self.” Hunter said, “But to be honest, I don’t think things will ever go back to the way that they were.”

“Yeah I guess that’s how things are.” Atticus said, “No use worrying about it when there’s far more important things to worry about.”

“Like what?” Hunter asked.

“Like what is there to eat right now. I am starving.” Atticus said, throwing open a cupboard.

Hunter smiled, shaking his head. “Here let me show you.” Hunter said, opening the correct cupboard.

“Ah yes, thank you.” Atticus said.

“Alright well I better get going.” Hunter said, heading towards the doorway. 

“What are you up to today?” Atticus asked as he selected his meal.

“Still got a few ponies I have to talk to.” Hunter said.

“Well, have as good a time as you can.” Atticus said, pulling a container of prunes from the shelf.

Hunter opened the door, “Right.” Was all the stallion said before he stepped out into the fresh morning air, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Rarity’s boutique was the closest to their house, so he figured if she wasn’t too terribly busy then he could stop in and talk to her for just a minute. Hunter breathed the fresh air as deeply as he could, letting its cool, humidity fill his lungs. As he sped towards the tall tower of fashion he felt more alive now than he had ever been as the air in his lungs spread a tingling sensation throughout his entire body, he could feel his heartbeat matching his wingbeat, the warmth of the sun beating down from above canceled out the cool of the wind as it whipped through his mane. Never had Hunter felt more attuned to nature before. 

It was such an amazing experience that he had almost missed the boutique entirely. Taking a quick turn and making a smooth landing, Hunter ended up in front of Rarity’s business, knocking on the front door.

“Do come in!” Rarity yelled from inside.

“Hello.” Hunter said as he stepped inside. 

“Oh welcome to the boutique darling.” Rarity said, putting a few finishing touches on a gown before turning her focus to the alicorn entering her store. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Well not really, I just was stopping by to see how you were doing?” Hunter said. 

“Oh.” Rarity said, “Well I’m doing well thank you, just a little bit busy with my latest orders considering what happened at the gala. A few more ponies went to the party from Ponyville than usual and were all hoping to get their dresses reworked.”

“Sounds like the gala did quite the number on more than just a few outfits” Hunter said.

“Oh you wouldn’t believe!” Rarity said exuberantly, “I’ve never seen more rips and tears from one event in my entire life!”

Hunter wasn’t sure what to say next, and Rarity didn’t miss much. 

“But something other than my current status brought you here.” Rarity said, “I imagine you’ve come to own up for what you’ve done?”

Hunter opened his mouth to speak but Rarity continued.

“Twilight already told me that you stopped and talked with her, and she already looks much better because of it, so since you did that for her I’ve already forgiven you.” Rarity explained.

Hunter smiled, “Thank you Rarity.” 

“Of course Darling,” Rarity said, “Now was there anything else I could assist you with?”

“Is Trixie’s dress fixed?” Hunter asked, “I might as well pick it up while I’m here if it is.”

“Oh that thing she brought in?” Rarity said, “It looked as if she had been trying to compete in the Equestria games in that dress by the looks of it.”

“So it’s not quite ready yet?” Hunter asked.

“Not ready?” Rarity gasped, “Heavens no it isn’t ready, I threw it out.”

“You threw it out?” Hunter asked, dumbfounded.

“Of course. It was old anyways, but not to worry, I’m already in the middle of making her another one based off of the original.” Rarity said.

“Well,” Hunter said, “I hope Trixie doesn’t mind.”

“Of course she won’t mind, this new dress will be better than the last one ten fold!” Rarity boasted, “Not to worry.”

“Very well.” Hunter said, making his way towards the door, “Thanks again Rarity.”

“You have a wonderful day Darling, and if you’re going to see Fluttershy do be gentle. She may not wish to approach you considering what she saw you do to Pinkie Pie and Twilight.” Rarity said.

Fluttershy was going to be hard to talk with, he had been quite the monster in her eyes. Still Hunter made his way to her cottage quickly. As soon as he reached it he tried his best not to be too overbearing. Stepping quietly and knocking softly. Angel the bunny was the one to answer the door.

“Uh, hello.” Hunter said.

The white rabbit simply glared up at him.

“Is fluttershy in?” Hunter asked.

Angel’s eyes narrowed to slits and his foot started to stomp impatiently.

“Look I just want to apologize to her ok?” Hunter said, he couldn’t believe that he was having a conversation with a rabbit. “Please can you get her for me?”

While Angel didn’t exactly look like he trusted the stallion at the door very much, he bounded off and Hunter was left to stand waiting at the doorway. Soon enough Fluttershy appeared, being pushed forcefully towards the door by her pet rabbit.

“Oh Angel I don’t know.” Fluttershy said, “What if I say something wrong and he gets mad, it would be all my fault and then there would be yelling.” 

Hunter could hear her despite the fact that she was whispering and Angel made some squeaks in response. Despite the fact that Fluttershy was much larger than Angel was, the yellow pegasus now lay before Hunter at the door. Angel took a breather.

“Uh hey Fluttershy.” Hunter said softly.

Fluttershy said nothing, hiding behind her hooves. 

“I just wanted to stop by to say that I’m sorry I scared you.” Hunter said, “I already went and apologized to everypony else so everything is alright now.”

Fluttershy peeked out from behind her hoof, but didn’t react more than that.

“I understand that sometimes ponies can be scary and mean, you probably know that more than anypony else.” Hunter said, sitting down, “and I’ve been one of the worst recently, but it was never my intention to hurt anypony. I never wanted to act that way. So I just have to say, I’m sorry.”

“So you’re not upset anymore?” Fluttershy asked.

“No Fluttershy, I’m not upset anymore.” Hunter said, smiling, “You and your friends helped me get through it.”

“Oh that’s such a relief,” Fluttershy said, sitting up but still hiding mostly behind her mane, “I guess that I accept your apology as long as you aren’t a meanie anymore.”

Hunter laughed, “Of course Fluttershy, I promise I won’t be a meanie anymore.”

“That’s good. I knew you weren’t being yourself.” Fluttershy said.

“I’m sorry to have destroyed your faith in me.” Hunter said.

“No you didn’t destroy it. I always had faith this day would come.” Fluttershy said, “I was just scared that it might not be today.”

Hunter couldn’t keep himself from laughing again. “Thank you for believing in me.”

Fluttershy giggled, “Thank you for apologizing. Would you like to stay for a cup of tea?”

“While I appreciate the offer.” Hunter said, “I must get going. My friend still needs help building a house.”

“Wow, that sounds like hard work.” Fluttershy said.

“Yeah so I can’t leave him to do it all by himself. Goodbye Fluttershy and thank you.” Hunter said, preparing to take off. 

“Goodbye.” Hunter barely heard Fluttershy say before he took off to head back for his house.

Well the only pony left to talk to was Rainbow Dash. It was most likely that she was still on duty as a weather pony so he had time to waste. Helping Atticus with his house should be a perfect way to take up his time.

Today was a great day so far.


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Today had been a great day so far. Sugarcube Corner had been surprisingly slow today and Trixie found herself bored, but content.

“Now Trixie, since things have been so slow today, I thought you might like to take the rest of the day off.” Mrs. Cake said, “ya know, maybe spend it with your dragon friend.”

Trixie was beyond excited to take the rest of the day off, “I would love to, but why would you say that?” Trixie asked, curious as to what Mrs. Cake knew. 

“Oh hon.” Mrs. Cake said, “That dragon has been in here more than six times in the past three hours.” 

“Ok and?” Trixie asked, “What’s so strange about that? We have regulars who stop in all the time.”

“He doesn’t come into the store at all unless you’re here, and you only started four hours ago.” Mrs. Cake said,  “Besides, I see the way you look at each other. Reminds me of the way that Mr. Cake used to…”

“Ok yes.” Trixie said, not wanting Mr. and Mrs. Cake’s romance on her mind, “You got me.”

“Right, so you two have fun, I hear there’s something special happening tonight.” Mrs. Cake said.

“Special?” Trixie asked, “Like another celebration? But the Gala was just a few nights ago.”

Mrs. Cake shrugged, “That’s all I heard. There’s a bit of a buzz about something since this morning.” 

“I haven’t heard about anything happening today.” Trixie said.

“Well when you’re stuck working all day sometimes you get thrown out of the loop.” Mrs. Cake said, “Now get on outta here, you’re off remember?” 

“Oh right.” Trixie said, taking off her apron, “Thank you so much Mrs. Cake.”

“No problem dearie.” Mrs. Cake said. 

Trixie stepped outside and immediately ran into Michael. 

“Oh, hey Trixie.” Michael said, “I was just about to stop in to say hello.”

“For the seventh time?” Trixie said, a smug look on her face.

“What?” Michael asked confused. 

“Mrs. Cake knows about us now I hope you know.” Trixie said, “She caught you staring at me and said you only come into the store when I’m working and that you stopped in six times today.” 

“Was I that obvious?” Michael blushed.

“Maybe not too obvious,” Trixie said, grabbing Michael and putting him on her back, “Mrs. Cake is just fairly observant.” 

“Oh good, I was worried for a second there.” Michael said.

“Why would you be worried?” Trixie asked, “Are you saying you’re ashamed to be with me?”

“Trixie I ride on your back whenever we’re together in town, if I was ashamed of you I don’t think I would be comfortable doing that,” Michael explained, “Besides, I’m just worried there might be unknown ramifications for you if anypony finds out you like a dragon romantically.”

“Considering I’ve never heard of anypony being romantically involved with a dragon, I don’t know either,” Trixie said, “So maybe we should just keep the PDA’s to a bare minimum and ponies will just think we’re like Sparkle and her dragon.”

“It must be odd to them seeing a bunch of dragons around all of the sudden.” Michael said.

“I wouldn’t consider two to be a bunch.” Trixie said, “But I suppose you’re right, it must be strange.” 

The pair walked through town, no destination necessary to enjoy each others company, until Michael spotted something odd on a sign post. 

“Um Trixie, why are you wanted this time?” Michael said chuckling.

"What are you talking about?" Trixie asked, enjoying the peace of the park.

“This poster,” Michael said, “Look at it.”

Trixie turned to read the poster. “I'm supposed to be in front of the Town hall before sunset by order of Princess Celestia.”

“Yeah,” Michael said “So what did you do this time?”

Trixie would have stared daggers at Michael if he wasn’t so hard to turn to look at with him on her back, “You know I haven't been doing anything wrong recently.”

“Recently” Michael said playfully.

“Oh shut up.” Trixie said, but beneath her cool exterior she had her suspicions, and she was worried.

“It looks like Twilight is supposed to be there as well.” Trixie said, “This doesn’t bode well with Trixie.”

“Could this be about humans in Equestria?” Michael asked, “Is it because Luna has been having you two help her with that ritual.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Trixie said, “I’m getting the feeling that it isn’t because she wants to reward us for it either.” 

“Maybe we’ll be surprised and it’s some third thing?” Michael said.

Trixie didn’t hear what Michael said, she was sweating bullets. Trixie had just settled in, she couldn’t be thrown in jail, or exiled. Trixie knew that she shouldn’t have helped with that dumb ritual or gotten caught up in this human business.

“Trixie? Trixie are you ok?” Michael said, patting the unicorn to get her attention.

Trixie’s thoughts were interrupted by this patting and she looked up at Michael with thoughtful eyes. No, she was glad she got mixed up in all of it, otherwise she wouldn’t have met Michael. 

“Yes Michael, I’m ok.” Trixie said, and then she checked the position of the sun in the sky. It was still high noon so there was still plenty of daytime left. “How about we just enjoy ourselves before sundown ok? seven o’clock is just a little bit before then so let’s have some fun while we still can.”

“You say that like you’re worried.” Michael said.

“I am worried,” Trixie said, “Who knows what will happen.”

“I’m not worried.” Michael said.

Trixie was slightly surprised, “You’re not?”

“Of course not, whatever happens, I’ll keep you safe.” Michael said boldly.

Trixie couldn’t help but giggle. “Thank you Michael, you’re the best.” Trixie said, grabbing Michael off of her back and giving him a big hug.

“Dern’t mentiern ert…” Michael said muffled by Trixie’s coat.

Trixie put her Dragon on her back and ran headlong into the park.

“Now let’s have some fun!” Trixie said excitedly.


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“Why are we visiting the hardware store again?” Hunter asked. “This is like the fifth time today.”

“I told you, like, three times already.” Atticus said, “It’s like you’re asking just to spite me.”

“Tell me again because I wanna spite you.” Hunter said.

“We’re fixing the roof, so we’re gonna need tools to remove the parts of the roof that can’t be salvaged.” Atticus explained for the fourth time. 

“What if you decide halfway through that we need to replace the whole thing?” Hunter asked.

“Then I’ll have you carry all of the supplies back.” Atticus said.

Hunter laughed, “Fine fine, just tell me what to carry and I’ll get it done.” 

“Good, I know we’re both tired, and it’s getting pretty late by the looks of it,” Atticus said, looking up at the sky, “The sun is almost touching the mountains.” 

“Yeah we’ve been working on the house almost all day, I honestly thought you’d be ready to turn in by now.” Hunter said.

“Yeah well,” Atticus said, “I guess that’s one of the benefits of being an earth pony, you just like to work hard.”

“I’m sure if you told that to Rainbow Dash she would…” Hunter said trailing off.

“She would what?” Atticus asked.

“What’s with the crowd, do you think?” Hunter asked, motioning towards city hall now that the plaza had come into view.

“I have no idea. Let’s find out?” Atticus said, and they moved to mingle in the crowd.

“Hey,” Hunter said, addressing a pony on the edge of the crowd. “What’s going on here?”

“Oh you don’t know? There were posters all over town.” A pony Hunter recognized as Rose said.

“Well we didn’t see any posters, so would you mind telling us what’s going on instead?” Atticus said.

“Well apparently Celestia is coming to town to put her student Twilight, you know that purple girl who lives in the library, and that magician the great Trixie or whatever, on trial.” Rose explained quickly.

“Trial?” Hunter asked, “What could they be on trial for?”

“Nopony knows.” Rose said, “The posters didn’t say.” 

Hunter looked at Atticus with a worried look to find that the same expression was on his face. “Come on let’s get up to the front.”

“How are we gonna do that?” Atticus asked, “This crowd is packed tighter than a can of sardines.”

Hunter unfurled his wings.

“I forgot you could do that for a second.” Atticus said.

The alicorn carried his friend to the front of the crowd to find Twilight, Spike, Trixie, Michael, and unsurprisingly the rest of the mane six at the front of the crowd. While the rest of Twilight’s friends stayed within the edges of the crowd, Twilight and Trixie with their respective dragons stood well ahead of everypony else, right in front of city hall. The mayor was nowhere to be seen to offer any sort of explanation.

Hunter went right up to the two unicorns sitting center stage. “What’s going on?”

“Your guess is as good as ours.” Twilight said, “The princess hasn’t sent me any letters, messages, anything since I saw the sign posted this morning and I asked her about it.” 

“Michael and myself think it may have to do with humans.” Trixie said.

“Why would that be?” Twilight asked, “I thought Celestia knew about all this human business.” 

“I hate to tell you this Twilight,” Hunter said, “but as far as I’ve been able to deduce, Luna has been trying to keep this a secret from her sister the entire time.”

“Why would she do that?” Twilight asked, a frightened look creeping onto her face.

“I don’t have any idea why, but if we can I would prefer to keep it that way.” Hunter said.

“If we’re in trouble for some reason, then we need to tell Celestia the truth, that we had no idea.” Twilight said, tears leaking out of her eyes, “I don’t want to lose everything I’ve worked so hard for with the Princess.”

“Look don’t worry, just follow my lead alright, and don’t say anything that will implicate Luna.” Hunter said.

“If Luna is doing something akin to another coup, shouldn’t we tell Celestia so that she can take care of it?” Trixie asked.

“Look as far as we know, Luna is doing a good thing bringing humans here. You know the types she rescues, and I use the word rescue on purpose. Michael wasn’t necessarily in any turmoil, I think Luna brought him here to be my accomplice, but Atticus, myself, any of the others she might have brought in, as far as we know she is saving lives.” Hunter explained, “Luna is probably trying hard to stay out of trouble so she doesn’t need us giving her away.”

The unicorns and dragons around Hunter nodded in agreement.

“Besides,” Hunter thought, “I owe her one.”

The bell tower rang out in a thunderous gong and brought silence to the crowd. Twice, Three times, Four times, Five times, Six Times.

“Whatever happens, just follow my lead.” Hunter said.

Just then on the seventh gong a white streak flashed across the sky, and the Princess appeared suddenly in front of the crowd on the steps of the Town hall.

In front of her she saw the two unicorns she had requested, almost the entire town of Ponyville, and that alicorn. The gray stallion must know something was up.

“Princess Celestia.” Twilight said, pleading, “What’s going on?”

The Princess ignored her student and spoke in her royal canterlot voice. “Trixie Lulamoon, Twilight Sparkle, you have been brought before royalty to face charges put upon your heads of conspiring against the crown, and therefore of treason.”

The crowd gasped and Twilight couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Trixie thought Celestia would think of it as something like that.

“How do you plead?” Celestia asked.

“Not guilty!” Hunter yelled.

Celestia focused her attention on the bold gray pony that stood in front of her, which now stood chest out in front of the unicorns. 

“And who might you be?” Celestia asked, “You are not on trial, it is not allowed that a pony who is not on trial be able to determine their guilt.” 

“They cannot determine their own guilt in this matter for they know not what crimes they have committed.” Hunter said loudly, hoping that despite not having a royal voice like Celestia, the crowd might still be able to hear him. “I declare that they be found not guilty by reason of ignorance for the law.” 

“And what evidence do you have that they are ignorant of their crimes?” Celestia asked. 

“What evidence does the Princess have that these unicorns are guilty of treason?” Hunter asked, “You seem to bring us under the guise that this is a trial and yet you spout accusations like somepony off the streets.”

For the only time in Twilight’s life, Celestia looked visibly upset.

“You desire evidence?” Celestia asked, her voice still amplified to full effect, “By mine own eyes have I seen these unicorns performing secret rituals in my own castle to an unknown end.” 

“And you did not see fit to ask these ponies their side of the story?” Hunter asked. 

Atticus was impressed by Hunter’s bold attitude. Never before would he have imagined his friend doing anything like this back when they were human beings.

Celestia took a deep breath. Although she was upset at the interference of this mystery pony, she had no choice to jump through the hoops of law. 

“Then shall we ask them what they were doing in the tower the night of the Gala?” Celestia asked, still in her royal voice, but a lot calmer than before.

“There is no need.” Hunter said.

If Celestia wasn’t so good at keeping her cool, she might have popped a vein.

“What exactly do you mean? You just suggested they explain themselves.” Celestia said, getting tired of these circles.

“I know what they were doing in that tower.” Hunter said, “For it was I who commanded that they do said rituals and I told them that you knew what it was we were doing to easily gain their cooperation.”

A wave of relief washed over Celestia as she realized that this was the pony she was looking for instead of her sister. The prismatic Princess had been getting her reports from her guards that Luna had not been doing anything suspicious as of late, and with this new alicorn coming to light as the confessed suspect she could rest easier.

“And what exactly did you command them to do.” Celestia asked.

“That I cannot say.” Hunter said, “I only ask that before we continue you clear the names of these unicorns and put me on trial instead.” 

“Why do you implicate yourself just to save these unicorns?” Celestia said, “If you are planning something against me, would it not be simpler to let them take your fall, allowing you to continue your plan?”

“So Celestia really does think it’s only me, and that I’m attempting to plan some sort of coup. Her suspicions have really gotten out of hoof.” Hunter thought, “You wanted the traitor? I will not allow innocents to take my punishment for me while I reap the benefits.” Hunter said.

“How honorable, not a trait one sees in many of the traitorous type.” Celestia said, “Very well, because of your evidence that they did not know what it was they did, the unicorns Twilight Sparkle and Trixie Lulamoon will go free, but now you will be tried for treason instead.”

“Hunter no!” Michael said, “Just tell her what’s been going on and maybe we can…”

“We are honor bound!” Hunter said, turning to Michael and speaking in a loud whisper.

“Honor bound?” Michael asked, now also whispering, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“We owe it to Luna for bringing us here and I will not repay her this way.” Hunter said.

Michael realized that while he didn’t exactly agree, his friend was not going to change his mind. The black dragon hopped off of Trixie’s back and stood next to Hunter.

“Michael what are you doing?” Trixie asked.

“I’m his accomplice remember?” Michael said, “and besides, I told you I would protect you.”

If not for Twilight stopping her, Trixie would have grabbed the dragon and pulled him back herself. “Trixie no, he’s doing it for you, just let them go.”

Trixie was now frantic and in tears, “No! He can’t leave, please, you have to let me stop him.”

Twilight cast a quick teleportation spell and brought Trixie back to the completely other side of the crowd. The magician’s cries could be heard clearly from where Hunter and Michael stood.

“I’m sorry Trixie.” Michael said.

“Now then.” Celestia said, “Since it is now you who are being tried for conspiring against the crown and treason, how do you plead?”

“Guilty.” Hunter said, not missing a beat.

“Guilty.” Michael said, not to be left out.

Hunter looked back to see Atticus looking on helplessly and unsure if he should step up or not. The alicorn shook his head and the earth pony stayed where he was. “Later.” Hunter mouthed to him. Atticus nodded, but was worried there might not be a later.

“You are then found guilty for treason.” Celestia announced. The whole crowd was in shock, they couldn’t believe that there had been a traitor living in their town, and that he had convinced Celestia’s prized student to do his dirty work. Celestia continued, “The sentence is a lifetime in the dungeons of canterlot.”

Hunter smirked, “No.”

“No?” Celestia boomed.

Michael looked up at his friend, he was being dramatic again. Who knows what would happen next. The dragon decided the best course of action would be to jump onto Hunter’s back, hold on, and hope for the best.

“By royal decree you have been found guilty and sentenced to life in the dungeons of canterlot.” Celestia said, “If you resist then your sentence is death!”

Hunter laughed madly.

The whole crowd was silent as the air was filled with the mad cackles of the alicorn in front of city hall. After Hunter finally finished his insane laughing Celestia asked, “And what exactly is so funny?”

“Princess, you yourself have seen the destruction that has been brought upon the everfree forest in the recent months. The large crater that can be seen in the air from miles around, you must have seen it when you came here.” Hunter said.

“What about it?” Celestia asked.

“You can try to take me to the dungeons, but I’ll resist, you can try to destroy me, but I’ll resist that too.” Hunter said, “and if I resist, this town is going to look a lot like the forest.”

Celestia couldn’t believe the nerve of this pony before her, he had the nerve to threaten her, and the safety of her citizens, but he had just proclaimed to saving the lives of innocents when he took Twilight’s place, he was bluffing.

“You’re bluffing,” Celestia said, “You wouldn’t risk this town, you just said yourself that you wouldn’t risk the life of innocents.”

“Sometimes,” Hunter said, an energy growing around him. Rocks began to float slightly off of the ground, and small arcs of electricity began to arc across his body.

“Sometimes traitors lie to get what they want.”

The crowd was tense, unsure if to panic now or if a fight started. They were sure that their princess wouldn’t allow any harm to come to them, but they had no idea what this other alicorn would do.

“What exactly do you propose we do then.” Celestia said, “I cannot allow you to go unpunished.”

“Let me walk out of here. No dungeon, no execution, I just walk away and don’t come back.” Hunter said, the energy around him growing.

“Then you will be exiled.” Celestia announced. “You are not to be seen entering our cities, villages, or society under fear of death.”

“That seems fair,” Hunter said, and soon all the rocks around Hunter hit the ground and the electricity stopped.

“So be it.” Celestia said, “Twilight Sparkle, you are to convene with me at the library immediately.” 

With that the Princess was gone, presumably inside of the library and the crowd watched the alicorn with tense expressions. Hunter turned to see Atticus the mane 6 and walked towards them.

“Well, that was intense.” Atticus said, breaking the ice.

“I’ll say,” Applejack said, “That was mighty brave of ya.” 

“Thank you for saving Twilight.”  Rarity said, “She was just beginning to become a real friend and symbol here in Ponyville.” 

“But what about you two?” Fluttershy asked, “Where will you go?” 

“I don’t know,” Hunter said, “maybe we’ll try our luck in the everfree forest like Zecora.” 

“You know Zecora?” Pinkie asked.

“Uh” Hunter realized that they had actually never met, “No, it’s just that Jason knows her and told me about her.” 

“Well I guess this is goodbye.” Rainbow Dash said, trying to hide the fact that she was almost crying.

Hunter had forgotten about talking with Dash before this whole ordeal had even started.

“Yeah I guess it is.” Hunter said, “I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to talk to you before this all happened, I meant to but I didn’t know this was going to happen.”

Michael motioned to the rest of the mane six that they needed to leave, and with them they began to disperse the crowd. 

“Alright folks, time to go back about your business, nothing more to see here.” Applejack said.

“I'm so mad at you, I was give you a piece of my mind you know.” Dash said, wiping her eyes. 

“I know,” Hunter said, “I would’ve deserved it too with the way that I’ve been acting.” 

“But then that night I knew you were still upset at yourself, at everything. I was just trying to show you that I was there for you.” Dash said.

“I could tell, thank you.” Hunter said, “It helped me a lot.” 

“But then you didn’t talk to me until now, so I thought that you might have been ignoring me.” Rainbow said, bowing her head and looking away.

“No, no, I wasn’t ignoring you.” Hunter said, “I just… I didn’t want to hurt you anymore than I already had. I wanted to work through everything before I talked with you again so that I could apologize and get everything back to normal.”

“I don’t know if I could have accepted that.” Rainbow Dash said, “I was so angry at you for hurting my friends that I wasn’t sure I could forgive you and let it all go back to normal, but now that you have to leave all I know is that I want you to stay.”

“I’m sorry, but I already gave Celestia a bad enough image by pushing her around just now, getting her to give into my demands. There would be huge ramifications for me and her if I just disobeyed her completely.” Hunter explained. 

“Hey Hunter, we should get going, the townspeople are pretty antsy and they might start pushing us out of their town themselves if we don’t get out soon.” Michael said, looking around and seeing groups of ponies gathering and looking in their direction. 

“Alright then I guess I’ll make this quick.” Hunter said. With that he grabbed Rainbow Dash in a tight embrace before stepping back, “I’m sorry.”

Rainbow Dash watched him go with tears in her eyes, knowing that there was nothing she could do.

Hunter was about to fly off when Atticus stopped him.

“Hey, what about me?” Atticus asked, “You can’t just leave without saying goodbye to me.”

“Oh sorry.” Hunter said, “I’m just trying to get out before the whole town attacks me.”

“I understand,” Atticus said, “So now that you’re exiled, what am I supposed to do?” 

“I guess, share the house with Trixie until you finish yours or until I get back, whichever happens first.” Hunter said.

“And what makes you so sure that you’ll return?” Atticus asked.

“I’ll find a way to get accepted back into society if it kills me.” Hunter said.

“Well, if that’s the case.” Atticus said, grabbing Hunter and pulling him into another bear hug, “ Then it was an honor knowing you my friend.”

Hunter returned the hug as heartfelt as he could. “It was my pleasure.” 

With that Hunter scooped up Michael and took off into the sky making his way to his house as quickly as possible. As soon as they were finished packing as many supplies as they could into Hunter’s saddlebags, leaving everything they wouldn’t absolutely need, the pair went up to the roof.

“Well what’s the plan?” Michael asked.

“I guess we just go out into that forest and see where it goes from there.” Hunter said.

“Aren’t you afraid something bad might happen to us.” Michael asked, remembering timberwolves.

“No.” Hunter said, “I’m not scared about what’s going to happen to us while we’re gone. I’m worried about what might happen to them while we’re gone.” 

Michael grabbed Hunter by the face due to his lack of shirt collar, “You tell me that Trixie is going to be safe while we’re gone, what exactly do you think is going to happen?” 

Hunter shook Michael off and rubbed his snout, “Your claws hurt you know,” Hunter winced, “Look Trixie will be fine. I just hope that Luna isn’t actually planning to do something drastic while we’re away.” 

“Drastic like what.” Michael asked.

Hunter grabbed the dragon and put him on his back once more.

“Like war drastic.” Hunter said, taking off into the sky.

From the center of town Rainbow Dash and Trixie Lulamoon watched as the gray pony in the sky became a speck on the sunset before it disappeared into the forest completely.