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Yaerfaerda - Imploding Colon



Rainbow Dash and the Noble Jury continue to fly east.

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This Will Earn You Sea Legs

“Mmmf... guh!”

Rainbow Dash squeaked, nearly falling completely forward. She stopped sitting on the raft, for now she was clinging to it, like a tree frog might stick to the bark of a tree. The vessel glided faster and faster, descending down the whirling vortex of water. The winds of the Grand Choke blew straight through her, rattling her bones against her fatigued muscles as she approached the bottom of the whirlpool.

Lightning flickered overhead. During the ensuing boom of thunder, Rainbow found herself attempting to climb up the careening body of her raft. Every now and then she'd nearly slip, and her hoof would go flailing into the watery currents hurling around her. The touch of ocean-to-flesh felt like sandpaper due to the pure friction, and she winced with whatever spare senses she had to feel pain with.

“Grnngh... Celestia...!” With wide eyes, she looked down at her imminent demise.

The crashing waves were white with continuous froth, filling the bottom of the whirlpool with a ghastly foam that clung to the multiple beams of shiny gold metal. The lower Rainbow rode the raft, the harder it was to contemplate just how swiftly the currents were raging at the bottom. Velocity like that would render her vessel to powdery dust, much less splinters.

Something slapped against the back of Rainbow's neck. She winced in pain, then glanced behind her. In the next flash of lightning, she saw the rope and twine that bound the raft splitting apart, unraveling as the logs began to separate. The twine slapped her as they split and ripped asunder.

The next salvo of thunder was deafening, not as if Rainbow could tell above the noise of hundreds of millions of gallons of water being hurled against the metal spokes holding the inexplicable tower in place. She tried using her limbs to pull the split logs together, but was rewarded with knifing splashes of water against her legs and flank.

“Guhh! Augh!” Rainbow seethed. With her raft splitting apart and very little to rest her body against, she had no recourse but to lean back—body rigid and straight—with her weight pressed tightly against a single wooden beam. She panted and panted, her heart thudding through her chest.

As lightning flashed again, she tilted her head up, meekly staring at the sky.

Swirling mists swam in a clockwise ballet over the site. In the eye of the tempest, Yaerfaerda loomed, the brightest Rainbow had ever seen it. With each shuddering breath, Rainbow could swear that it was just a sneeze away.

“... … ...”

The mare frowned, her muscles tightening sternly. Even as her threadbare raft was falling apart at the seams, she leaned forward and slapped a hoof over her pendant. After giving it a firm rub, she followed the beams of ruby light issuing outward from her Element.

For the first time, she could see the metal beams of the tower in full detail. They were octagonal solids, with wide faces that were notched continuously from top to bottom. Each notch was thin, but deep, perfect enough for one thing.

And just as the last two logs began to sink, Rainbow Dash scurried up, perched herself on the very end of one, and lunged forward.

“Hnngh...!”

Motionlessness... … …

Slap! Her hoof clamped tightly within a single notch. Gasping, she winced as her body swung, stretched the tendons of her weary muscles, but eventually dangled to a stand-still. Then, with gnashing teeth, she reached another limb up and found a solid hoof-hold.

“Grnnngh... mmff... unf!”

At last, Rainbow clung to the metal beam. She stretched her wings forward, using the tips to grip the edge for whatever leverage they could give her. Panting for breath, she braved a look down into the churning mess of ocean water.

More ruby lightning flashed high above, and in the scarlet penumbra she saw wooden planks dissolving into brittle detritus, then disappearing beneath the foam below.

“Bon Voyage Scamps...”

The mare was utterly alone now.

Alone with the summit of Yaerfaerda.

Rainbow reached a hoof to her sides and tightened the straps of Luna's saddle bag. She inhaled, exhaled, and repeated. With slow, precise movements of her battered body, she climbed the notched pillar, inching her way nervously towards the bulbous summit of the machine tower.

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