Enter the Stormhawk
Chapter 12
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“I see you've got your list out. Say your piece and get out. Yes, I get the gist of it, but it's all right. Sorry that you feel that way; the only thing there is to say, every silver lining's got a touch of grey. I will get by. I will get by. I will get by. I will survive.” - The Grateful Dead, Touch of Grey (In The Dark)
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Sea Grass woke to find herself covered in feathers; green feathers with black edges. She had ended up on her back, and Verdigris had rolled against her side with his left wing over them, covering both nearly withers to hocks.
She looked to see they’d lost the bedclothes, and she smiled to herself. I knew I could trust you, she thought as she looked at the window. The moon shone in, and she thought she felt a stab of jealously when she looked at it. Grass remembered what Verdigris had said about Luna, and she murmured, “No, you can’t have him. He’s too good for you.” There seemed to be a flash of anger, then nothing as the moon slipped behind the horizon.
Verdigris stirred, then opened his eyes. “Hey, good morning,” he said with a smile. “Sleep well?”
“Better than you were thinking,” she replied before kissing him. She stretched and yawned. “Mmm. What’s on the agenda?”
“Screaming, yelling, accusations, more screaming and threats, and that’s just your mom,” he replied with a grin. Grass halfheartedly slapped at him with her hoof. “Well, you asked.” Verdigris got up, stood by the bed and stretched, cracking his tendons and his neck. “Ah, better. Wow, that mattress is great. I didn’t have any dreams.” He stopped. “Come to think of it, I didn’t have any when you, me and Honey were together.”
“Really?” She paused, then told him what she’d seen and felt before he woke. “I don’t know what that means.”
Verdigris had a thoughtful expression as he helped her to her hooves. “I don’t know, either. We’ll figure it out later.” He glanced at the clock. “Good. I have time for the morning routine and breakfast. Come on. You can sample my cooking for a change.”
“What, grilled peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches?” That comment got her a pillow in the face before it settled onto the bed as she helped him make it. “Okay, maybe that was too much.”
“Maybe, she says,” he muttered. “Just for that, you get the bathroom first. I’ll get the stove going.”
“Okay, what’s the joke? No hot water?”
“M-m-m-maybe,” he replied with a smirk as he peeked through the kitchen pass-through. “Nah, just kidding. Mares take forever, so breakfast should be ready by the time you get out.”
Grass face-hoofed. “Okay, stop it. Are you going to be like this after we get married?”
“Heh. That all depends on whether you want me, or just another Oceanside pony.” Verdigris frowned thoughtfully. “Hmm, that kinda explains what Uncle Wolf once told me. The reasons most marriages go bad, according to him, is what attracts mares to us at first is what they try to get rid of after they get married. When they finish re-making the stallion into what they want, they wonder what happened to the pony they married.” He looked at her as he flipped pancakes. “His usual answer to that is they killed him so other mares wouldn’t want him. Problem is, they don’t want what they ended up with, either.”
Grass looked at him, disbelieving. “He doesn’t mean that. It can’t be true.”
“I don’t know, Grass, that kinda covers Maverick and Dancer, at least what I’ve heard. Dad said he changed, and she dropped him after about ten years. That was about the reason she gave, if she said anything about it.”
“Ugh. They must be an exception. Every couple I met seems more, I don’t know, mature. Stable.” Grass shook herself, then approached the pass-through. “Look, you know better. We’re not foals anymore. Besides, I don’t think Honey will let me do that. She likes your crazy side. So do I, ‘cause you rarely show it. Just tone it down a little. You don’t have to prove anything to us.”
“Okay,” he said with a smile. “Go ahead. I usually shower and eat after my exercise. Yes, I’m sure,” he said when she was about to protest. Grass nodded, then headed for the bathroom.
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When she exited the bathroom, Grass was alone. She found her breakfast on a covered tray on the table, with a note that read, I’m with the guys. I’ll be back in about an hour. Enjoy. She lifted the cover to find pancakes, eggs and toast, with a caviar garnish. She smiled. He remembered, she thought. She sat down and dug in, enjoying the silence and calm. It would be short-lived if the past few weeks were any indication.
She sighed. I don’t want another day of avoiding everypony. I just want to go about my life. Why can’t I? Why won’t they let me? she wondered, then looked out the Prench doors as the Patrol practiced aerial maneuvers; Verdigris was easily visible. I bet he’s asked the same questions. Try to be different, and you get treated like – no, not a donkey. An enemy. She looked down, and tears ran. It’s not fair.
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Honey Bunch stood by as Celestia brushed her mane, holding the luxurious growth still so the Princess could reach it easily, while Rigel did the same with her tail. She sighed. “What is it, Honey?” Celestia asked.
“Oh, I was just admiring your mane. It’s so long and beautiful.” She closed her eyes and slowly shook her head. “They barely let us grow ours out in Oceanside. Even Rigel’s relatively modest growth would get her whispered about.”
The hoof-mare looked at her in surprise. “Really? I thought the coast towns were more traditional and you’d have long manes to attract a stallion.”
“Short manes don’t get caught in things. But some take it a little too far. Only the eldest daughters get to let them grow at all, but not much longer than mine.” She shook her mane into place. “See? No frivolity like grooming, unless for events. That was only one reason mom left.”
Celestia appeared to be looking south out the window. “Oh, dear. Grass seems to be thinking along the same lines. She’s having to avoid nearly everypony after going home. Her parents – well, they haven’t been saying nice things about her.”
“I’ll bet,” Honey replied, sharper than she’d intended. When they looked at her, she reluctantly explained, “The Sea family has held onto some traditions far beyond their usefulness, and though they’re not the preeminent family, everypony tends to follow their lead, at least as far as decorum goes. Fire Coral’s almost obsessed with her daughters’ virtue. Grass told me about the veiled accusations of improper behavior after she and I started spending time with Verdigris. Her parents and mine don’t like him, and that was on top of our own problems. I’d be expected to carry on that idiotic line of thinking. Is it any wonder I wanted out? Grass’ parents are so tight with money they use it like a whip. That’s why Grass is almost obsessed with keeping her grades perfect. She wants that scholarship. It’ll be the one thing they didn’t have any control over.”
Rigel shook her head sadly as Celestia set the brush down. “That is so wrong.”
The Princess sat there, still as a stone. She sighed. “Verdigris is right, but he missed another dirty word: Tradition. They’re using it to keep Oceanside from progressing. I don’t think anything’s changed since Sunblur.”
“Wait, that was in Oceanside?” Honey asked.
“No, but it illustrates my point.” Celestia looked south for a few moments, then stood up. Her regalia floated into place. “Some traditions are good and useful; some aren’t. Some are downright harmful, and nopony seems to realize that. I could abolish them, but it wouldn’t help. They’d just continue them in secret.”
“Will anything ever change?” Honey asked.
Celestia opened the balcony doors and stepped out, preparing to raise the sun. “Only if there’s no alternative. I just wonder if I have to remove them. Would that be right? Forcing progress is almost as bad as preventing it, Honey. How to change. There’s the real problem.”
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Verdigris landed on the deck, shaking his mane into place as he trotted to the doors. He saw Grass sitting at the table, looking down at her empty plate sadly. Uh-oh, what happened? he wondered. He walked in, ducking his head, and stopped by her chair. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, just the usual,” she replied listlessly. “Another day of dodging my parents.”
“Not today, Grass. That nonsense stops, here and now. You stay up here, relax and unwind. I’ll deal with them.” His ears flattened against his skull. “It’s time for them to realize you’re your own mare, starting today, and the law be damned. They’ve also got to learn I won’t let them push me around, either. If we’re going to have a life together – and we are – we have to make them back off and let go. My folks won’t be a problem, but yours and Honey’s will until they’re told enough’s enough. If not now, when?”
Grass nodded and leaned against him. “You’re right. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t. I don’t think anypony can tell their parents off, let alone anypony else’s. I wish I could.”
“You will. You’ll have to, so they won’t jump in and tell us how to raise our foals. Like it’s a right,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “Tell you what. Grab a book or two while I take a shower and get ready. I’ll deal with your former owners.” Her disbelieving stare made him add, “Well, isn’t that how they’ve been treating you and your siblings? Like possessions, instead of ponies?” She nodded, wide-eyed. “Not any more. Not on my watch, and not in my house.”
“Okay. What are you going to be doing today?” she said quietly.
“See what today’s schedule is. If I’m not on it, I’ll check the lighthouse, then do some beach-combing. I’ll bet something interesting washed ashore in the past couple months,” he said with a slightly feral grin she decided she liked. “Feel better?” She nodded. “Good. Get those books, take a load off and forget Oceanside exists for a while.” He leaned down, kissed her and trotted off to the bathroom.
Grass watched him go, and sighed after the door closed. “Thanks, Verdigris. I didn’t think I could, but I love you even more.”
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One wrong word, and I’ll tear into them like a Force Five, Verdigris thought as he shampooed his mane. He’d have it evened-up before he checked the lighthouse. They’ve got no right doing that to Grass. He stopped in thought, then continued. I’ll have to talk to Foam, find out the score.
He rinsed, then shook the water out before starting on his wings. He levitated the feather comb, applied soap and began working the lather through, making sure to separate the primaries and secondaries for complete coverage. I’ll be glad when the fish fats begin working back into the oils. Should water-proof them some, like they were before. His anger diffused as he worked, and he calmed down. I can’t do anything about some of this, but I can get Grape to back off, and maybe get Coral to shut the buck up. She’s going to turn Fan against her if she doesn’t stop harassing Grass. Heck, all of them.
He rinsed his wings, then began on his coat. He glanced at his cutie mark and thought, Yeah, something’s up with me. I just can’t think of what. Ever since the storm, strange things have been going on. Maybe earlier, and I never noticed. I may never figure it all out. Once he’d finished scrubbing, he ran his hooves over the floor brushes, and shut off the water. He shook the water off, then looked into the mirror. His eyes had gone back to their usual green and grey; the “bruised” look was finally gone.
He caught a glimpse of the dark patch on his throat, and turned his head for a better look. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked slightly bigger, and a touch darker. Hmm. I wonder why, if it’s even happening. He was glad only he and Celestia could see it, and wondered how Luna could have marked him physically in a dream. Who knows what she can do? Celestia didn’t seem to have an idea, he thought. He wondered how he could see it without his glasses, then shrugged it off. I could spend all day wondering, and I’ve got a confrontation or two coming. Great way to start the day, he thought cynically.
He combed his mane, then brushed his teeth. I guess I’m ready for the day. Lucky me.
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Grass looked up from her book when the bathroom door opened, and she smiled slightly. He looked good, which was quite a change from two months ago. She noticed his expression. “You’re looking serious.”
“Gotta put on my game face,” he replied. “Your parents will be one thing; Sail will be something else. I’m not sure who’ll yell louder, and I’m not looking forward to finding out.”
“You do, when you’re on,” she teased mildly. “I know you don’t want to, but you might have to shout my folks down. They’re riding their ‘righteous wagon’.”
“Oh, really. Well, three can play that game. Anyway, let me get some food, before – no, no, keep it clean.” Grass smiled to herself as he walked to the kitchen. She didn’t need to know what he was thinking; that line only went one way. One more thing we’ll have to wait on, but Honey’s right. He’s worth it.
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When Verdigris reached the ground floor, he found the duty desk unattended. That wasn’t unusual, but it seemed there was nopony else around, and that was. He checked the schedule, only to find it hadn’t been posted. What the hay? That’s really odd, he thought as he walked toward the briefing room. It was locked, which never happened. He listened, and could hear Birchbark and Thunderstorm talking softly over the whisper of quills on paper. It was then he noticed the note, which read, Verdigris, you’ve got the desk. You’re the subject of this gathering, and you know what that means. -Birchbark-
“Okay, could be good; could be liches,” Verdigris muttered as he returned to the front room. Where did that come from, Uncle Mike, or do I really want to know? He was about to take the desk when somepony started pounding on the door. “Now what?” He walked to the door and looked out the porthole to see Sea Grape and Full Sail there. “Oh, fantastic. I’ll bet Birch knew they’d be here bright and early,” he said.
He returned to the desk, sat down and unlocked the door with his telekinesis. The stallions breezed in, and looked at him. They didn’t recognize him in his regalia, and he smiled to himself. Hmm, time to have a little fun, he thought. “Can I help you?” he asked, raising the pitch of his voice.
“Where’s Birchbark?” Grape demanded. “Where’s Verdigris?” Sail snapped.
“The Lieutenant’s in a meeting; Verdigris hasn’t come down yet. Can I help?”
Sail looked at him. “Who are you?”
“Stormhawk.” Thanks, ‘Lance.
“Get that overgrown lummox down here,” Sail ground out. “I’ve got a few things to say to him.”
“The same here, and I want the Lieutenant to have him reprimanded.”
Verdigris put on a look of irritated curiosity. “Reprimanded? Why?”
“My daughter ran away, and he helped,” Full Sail said. “He had the nerve to touch my daughter,” Grape added.
Verdigris stood up to his full height, and his eyes glowed. “All right, I’m right here,” he said, letting his voice go back to normal. “The Lieutenant’s busy, and this is a personal matter.”
Both stallions looked at him in surprise. “Y- you – ” Full Sail began.
“Spit it out!” the Alicorn shouted. “You came here to rant, so get to it.”
Verdigris, stay calm, Celestia said in his mind.
No promises, Celestia, he replied. “You have something else to say about me, Grape?” He leaned over the counter, his face two inches from the seaweed harvester’s. “Get your shots in while I’m still in a good mood.”
“Where’s Grass?”
“Upstairs, and that’s where she’s staying. Maybe you didn’t get it when she left, but she’s not going to take any more of your accusations. Speaking of, when’s Coral going to stop playing your foals off each other?”
The black-and-tan Pegasus gaped silently as Verdigris turned to Sail. “I’ve already had this conversation with Snapdragon, and this is my final word on the subject: Honey is her own mare, and is going to live her life her way, not as a tool for your alliance-building. I don’t know what ‘Dragon promised you, but he doesn’t go to the bathroom without Breakwater’s okay. Celestia’s already told him he’s on shaky ground, and might have to face a vote of no confidence. As for Breakwater, his replacement is standing by. I don’t know why you’re getting into the power structure this way, but I will not allow you to use Honey – your own daughter, and one of the mares I love – as a bargaining chip. I’ll see you two in Tarterus first.” They stared at him, dumbfounded. “Close your mouths, you’re drawing flies.”
Sail recovered first. “Y-you have a lot of nerve, colt. You’re butting into things that aren’t your concern. What I arrange for Honey is none of your business, and as her father, my word is law.”
“No, Celestia’s word is law. Yours is just noise to me,” Verdigris replied. “Shut it, Grape; I’ll get to you soon enough.
“What’s my business isn’t your say-so,” Verdigris continued calmly. “You’re the one with nerve, bringing in more Rus after more or less being told not to. I quote: ‘I’ll send them home, and they’ll stay there, Full Sail. Next time, screen your deck-hooves better. If you don’t, I may have to give my god-son permission to kill them, if he needs to. I won’t have my ponies threatened. Not even my own sister escaped the consequences of her actions in that regard. Do I make myself clear?’ It’s still my business, as you’re bringing the Rus mob in through the Port, and that’s Patrol business. Just what are you trying to do, make Oceanside into another Stalliongrad? Just what does Bronyiev have on you? What are you into him for? Is it worth it?”
You don’t want permission, I hope.
Heck no. Killing doesn’t solve anything, mom. It just makes the others mad, and determined, he replied silently. He felt her smile.
The ship owner stared at him, his eyes wide with shock. “H-how?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
“That’s Patrol business. You can be sure the Princess is being informed.”
“What’s this got to do with our daughters?” Sea Grape snapped.
“I don’t know about you, but my sister’s not going to be their play-toy. The same for Grass and Honey. And don’t tell me that won’t happen. You’re not and never were in charge, Sail. Horshkov’s been very forth-coming, especially after I sent your latest crew scurrying.”
Both stallions looked at him, then each other. Grape favored Sail with a look of undisguised contempt. “Is he right? Are Grass and Fan part of the price?”
“I don’t have to answer that.”
“Oh, yes you do,” Birchbark said as he walked to the counter. The meeting had broken up, and several Patrol ponies stood in the doorway, looking at the stallions with suspicion. “He’s right, bringing the Rus in is our business. Crime went up each time they came in, and do I have to remind you they went after Verdigris’ mom and sister? Госпожа Horshkov’s information has been very illuminating, Sail. You might want to re-think your position.”
Verdigris leaned over Sail and said, “Expect an inspection of your facilities today, Sail. I warned you what they night have stashed or stolen. Now I wonder if you weren’t involved from the start. Masthead and Freeboard’s problems started right after you brought them in the first time.”
“That’s enough,” Birchbark said. “We’ll make that inspection, but you’re not going, Lieutenant. You’re off the roster, starting tonight.”
Verdigris looked at him. “Lighthouse Keeper.” Birch nodded. “Okay, I guess that’s an easier way to keep me out of trouble than telling me to keep my nose clean,” he said with a smile.
“Solstice, take a team and check. Cloud, get a flight together and keep the Constables back; I have the feeling Verdigris may be right about all of it. Full Sail, I’m holding you on suspicion of aiding and abetting the criminal activities of a known Rus mob boss.” Birchbark looked at Thunderstorm. “Better inform the Guard in Canterlot.” The Unicorn nodded. “All right. Let’s move.”
The ponies moved to comply, and Verdigris sighed. “Damn it, I was just spouting nonsense, Birch,” he said as Full Sail was taken into custody.
“You might think so, but I’ve seen your grades. You’re way above the curve; your tests aren’t off the chart, but they’re far to the right. You’re smarter than you’ll ever let on, or even know. Why aren’t you making the best of it?”
“What? I just kicked over an ant-hill the size of the Comet, Birch. I don’t even know half of what I’d need to; I’m just making suppositions. They’d get thrown out of court,” Verdigris protested. “Oh, damn. Honey’s gonna be furious with me.”
“Maybe, maybe not. When she hears everything – I’ll make sure she does – I think her father’s going to be getting the aggro.”
Verdigris sighed. “That’s not any better. I was hoping to talk them down, not make things worse.”
“Okay, stop it. You can’t know what’s going to happen every second of the day, and you can’t second-guess yourself. However this comes out, I think it had to happen. What brought on the comments about Sail and Bronyiev? You were right before, and I couldn’t figure out how you got there. How’d you do it?”
“Tatiyana can tell you more. All I did was put two and two together and got six. It just came together.”
“Six?” Birchbark looked at him curiously.
“More than I was expecting.”
Birchbark looked at him dubiously, then nodded. “Yeah, I can understand the feeling, just a little. Anyway, you’re off until sundown. Go beach-comb, or whatever you do to calm down, okay? Just take a load off your mind. That’s an order.”
“Your Captain appointment came through, didn’t it?” Verdigris asked with a sour smile.
“I get to put the insignia on in a week,” the Pegasus replied smugly.
“Yeah, you’ll be insufferable.” Verdigris brightened. “Well, look on the bright side: Breakwater’s gonna be gone. Surestrike should be fun to work with.”
“He’s ‘Storm’s cousin, right?”
“Yep. He’s one of Celestia’s personal Guard, too.”
“Oh, joy.” Birchbark shook his head, then laughed softly. “Nothing involving you is ever easy, is it?”
“You wouldn’t want your life to get boring, would you?”
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Verdigris and Grass walked the beach, enjoying each other’s company. The fuss and bother at the Grange made leaving better than hiding. One good thing came from the mess: Sea Grape had formally apologized to them, and gave his blessing to their pairing. They didn’t know what to think, and so left to do some beach-combing.
“As Celestia’s my witness, I didn’t think it was that bad,” Grass said after they stopped to watch the waves break.
“I know. I just hate being right,” Verdigris replied, his voice and expression subdued.
“Welcome to my world,” said a familiar voice. They looked to see Michael in Patrol regalia, walking toward them from the north. “The Port’s been turned upside-down, and you were more right than you know. Half of Masthead’s missing inventory was scattered throughout unused buildings. We also found a few bodies.”
“I thought you never got directly involved,” Verdigris said after they shook hooves.
“Compared to what I know, Equestria is paradise, and I had to do something, lad,” the black-and-silver Alicorn replied as he sat beside them. The sea breeze tossed their manes as they sat watching the Patrol schooner near the Rise. “I can’t believe what I saw at home is happening here, and I won’t have it.”
“Celestia called you,” Verdigris said. Michael nodded. “Then you know what’s going on.”
“More than you might believe, lad. The Rus here aren’t all that different from those at home, other than being ponies.” He levitated a rock and shot it out to sea. “I’ll help. You’ve no experience with propaganda or smear campaigns, and Bronyiev will slaughter you. I’ll just see to it the field’s leveled.” He smiled evilly. “Although, I’ve not had that sort of fun in far too long. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed it.”
“Now, now, you’re not having fun,” Celestia’s voice carried from the path. They looked to see her and Honey Bunch descending. She smiled as her hoof-maiden ran to and hugged her friends and loves. The Princess stopped and hugged Michael. “I’m sorry to drag you into this, but I couldn’t think of another way.”
“It’s all right. I’ll do as I usually do and play games from the shadows and side-lines. Shenanigans are so much better when they’re looking somewhere else.” Michael looked at the youngsters and smiled. “That reminds me of someone,” he said wistfully. “I wish you could meet them, but I don’t think that would be wise.”
“You’d be welcome,” Celestia replied. “Even you need to take a break.”
“The same applies in reverse. I’ll take one when you do.”
Celestia shook her head in mildly sad resolution. “I can’t. Too many ponies depend on me, and there’s nopony who could take my place for even a day. Not until Luna returns, and only if she can be restored.”
“She will be. I’ve noticed your preparations. It won’t be easy, but as I’ve often said, nothing worth having is easy, ‘Tia.”
Celestia leaned against him and nodded. “I know, and I’m not the only one who knows.”
Michael nodded, and smiled again as Honey Bunch hung a pendant that had a slate-blue stone on Verdigris’ neck; it matched the one she wore beside the stone that matched his coat. “If that doesn’t say it well enough, there are some truly foolish ponies out there.”
“Speaking of foalish,” Celestia sighed. “I couldn’t believe the mess here. Breakwater’s not my favorite pony at this moment. I’d be furious if I wasn’t so disappointed.”
“I know. Corruption is so rare here that it seems worse when it actually happens.” Michael’s eyes narrowed. “Bronyiev has much to answer for.” He shook his head slightly. “Is Surestrike ready for this? The Princess’ personal Guard is completely different from Magistrate.”
“He is. If nothing else, Oceanside will have somepony everypony respects. It can’t help but get better.” Celestia looked up as Blackwing stood on the bluff. “Time to go. Tango will need help getting used to his duties. You help Verdigris. Surestrike should have everything well in hoof by now. Sometime again, Michael.”
He nuzzled her, and stepped back as Celestia took wing and joined her Guard, then vanished from sight as they walked away. “Good luck, ‘Tia.” He looked to see the youngsters talking. From Honey’s expression, she wasn’t happy with the news. I wouldn’t be, either, he thought. To find my own father in collusion with organised criminals would be more than disheartening. It would make me question all my values.
Michael looked out to sea, watching the schooner. Several ponies clambered aboard after surfacing, and he could see them talking animatedly. He had another cache out there? What the blazes was he trying to do? He shook his head, and glanced back at his adoptive nephew. No, it’s never easy.
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“And you're rushing headlong, you've got a new goal; And you're rushing headlong out of control; And you think you're so strong, but there ain't no stopping; no there's nothin' you can do about it. There's nothin' you can do, No there's nothin' you can do about it. No there's nothin' you can, nothin' you can, nothin' you can do about it.” – Queen, Headlong (Innuendo)
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Three years passed, swiftly for some, slowly for others. It was a tense and uneasy period until the last nine months.
For Oceanside in general, there was a long period of adjustment. Full Sail had been arrested, charged with conspiracy to aid and abet a criminal enterprise. The charges ranged from smuggling and theft to sabotage and murder. He’d denied knowledge of the murders, but the fact the bodies had been hidden in his buildings made his protests seem hollow. Masthead’s business and holdings had been returned, and Sail’s holdings had been transferred to him in recompense. There was some worry about possible repercussions, but Masthead had been very gracious in his dealings with his former competition’s employees.
Magistrate Surestrike had, after his rigorous investigation, been accepted by the Oceansiders; it helped he was from Cape Colt, and Thunderstorm was a relative. The Constabulary had been given a thorough evaluation and re-training, and they were better for it. The Council had taken a vote of no confidence without prompting, and Snapdragon had been deposed; the reasons cited were his close work with Full Sail, and Breakwater’s influence over him. The old Magistrate had been recalled to Canterlot to face a serious inquiry into his lack of effectiveness.
The families affected were compensated at Honey Bunch’s insistence; she'd taken a few months to settle her father’s accounts, and to set up a maintenance fund for her family’s support. When that was done, she used her power of attorney to set her brother Weather Eye as their executor. He’d floundered briefly until she taught him the essentials of finance. He’d never thought he’d be back in Oceanside again, not after his last argument with his father.
The Rus made an attempt to return, but the Patrol and Constables had been ready. Ten ponies had been arrested while trying to smuggle themselves into town aboard the Mare Imperium, and made the mistake of trying to fight. It wasn’t even a contest as the Guard-trained force trounced them easily. They were packed back aboard in shackles and returned to Stalliongrad without ceremony.
On a more personal level, Verdigris had progressed to First Lieutenant, mostly for his expertise with the lighthouse’s mechanics, as well as his assistance in making sense of Tatiyana’s information. Her knowledge of how the Rus operated – first-hoof – kept later attempts from being made, as she’d sent several very pointed messages to Stalliongrad. He’d been forced to pull back from his work with Driftwood and the Guild, and had left Sea Foam in charge of the processing work and facility. He still did his beach-combing; his free time was enough, and several of his finds had been valuable.
His ability to influence storms also grew, to the point where he could mitigate and moderate their effects. When asked, he’d only shrugged, as he couldn’t explain, other than to say, “Maybe the strike did something. That’s all I can think of.” One sour note to that was every time he used his power, he grew distant, cool and aloof, though he was his normal self the next day.
Sea Grass graduated from school with a perfect average, with her scholarship assured. She was waiting for the new term to begin, and so she was more or less at liberty. The graduation ceremony had been a tense affair, as somepony had named Verdigris as Valedictorian, and he hadn’t shown, at least officially. As far as he was concerned, it was a slap in Grass’ face. He’d sat in the audience wearing his regalia, his face stone-still as his name was called, and he pointedly looked at the Principal before shaking his head. Nopony had had to ask why he refused to participate; they knew he’d say, “You didn’t want me in your school, but now you want me to graduate from it. No thanks,” or something close to it. He refused to attend the party afterward, almost as a matter of course.
Grass then joined the Auxiliary, working as “house-mare” in charge of the Grange, its up-keep and “her” ponies’ well-being. One stern lecture about taking proper care of himself made Captain Birchbark wonder if he was still in command. It didn’t help that Grass had replaced all the grooming supplies with Verdigris’ branded products. She’d said they were better for them and their appearance than anything else, and the addition of As used by the Oceanside Patrol to the legend was a small point to chuckle over.
Freewind, Firelance and Sky Watcher had grown closer over the years. Free had taken it upon herself to teach her cousin to fly, and though he wasn’t an expert by any means, he was competent in the air. They’d joined the Patrol Auxiliary as soon as they were old enough, but didn’t stand watches. They did, however, show a knack for predicting which storms would be real trouble. Everyone attributed it to their being Hawks.
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For Equestria, little changed. Celestia soberly marked another year with each one’s passing. Another year without her beloved sister, and the third without Verdigris’ smile, other than the occasional set of pictures. She’d been watching the papers for news about Verdigris being a problem, but only the local Stalliongrad papers ran anything. Nothing from Manehattan, Fillydelphia, Trottingham, Las Pegasus or any other large city. Her main worry was that – somehow – Equestria Daily would pick it up, and the news would spread across the country. So far, nothing, and it was likely due to Michael’s work behind the scenes.
She smiled. Her very unusual friend was as good as his word. He’d coached Verdigris in how to respond, if and when he did, mostly through anonymous letters wondering about the so-called facts, and wondering why the local “scandal rags” were the only papers to run the articles. The only time he’d replied “officially” was when they printed something blatantly accusing him of something. The stories didn’t die, but they appeared less often.
Her smile faltered as she thought about how her god-son’s behavior had slowly changed. Outwardly, he was the same, but his letters had grown drier and cooler over time. Honey Bunch had noticed it, too, and she was concerned that what stress he was under might be responsible. Twilight had noticed it as well, and all three wondered what was happening in Oceanside.
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Verdigris woke early as usual, and left the bed without disturbing Grass. Even though three years had passed, they still had a few days to wait until he was actually thirteen. They’d found patience hard to cultivate, but managed to keep themselves under control, mostly through preening. It helped, but as Grass noted it wasn’t quite enough. Verdigris had asked how she knew, but she’d only shrugged.
He opened the Prench doors, walked outside and stretched as he scanned the horizon. Mare Imperium lay at anchor, just off the Rise. Honey’s donation of the schooner to the Patrol a year ago was a great surprise, and was appreciated tremendously. Nothing seemed to symbolize the Patrol more than the ship did. He smiled. I wonder if I deserve her. She’s so wonderful.
“Hey, come back here,” Grass said as she sat up. “I was having a wonderful dream, and you were in it, and I wake up to find you up and around. That’s not fair.”
He looked back over his shoulder, then walked to the door. “Sorry. I can’t help that I wake up early, and I can’t just lie there. Getting back to sleep is nearly impossible once I’m awake.” He walked to the bed side and nuzzled her. “Good morning,” he added just before kissing her. “What’s on the agenda?”
Grass reached for and paged through her daily planner. “Oh, finally. The examination Celestia wanted. Hmm, I think I know what your birthday present will be,” she said with an extremely lascivious smile before she ran her tongue over her teeth.
Verdigris face-hoofed, then chuckled. “Should I make a big deal when I unwrap it?”
“Mmm, I think so.”
Before you decide to break your word, the examination is not optional, Celestia’s voice said. However, if you pass – and I’m sure you will – I’ll turn a blind eye to whatever you might do. Just don’t break anything you can’t replace, and wait for Honey Bunch. I don’t think you’d want to leave her out.
Verdigris rolled his eyes. “We’re not that bad – well, we don’t know that, but come on.”
You promised, Verdigris.
He sighed. “Not fair, holding me to my word.”
“Is the Princess talking to you again?” Grass asked. Verdigris nodded, and she continued, “Why leave me out this time?”
Some things had to be said privately, Grass. I have no problem, provided you pass the examination. I only want you to wait for Honey Bunch; I can’t believe you’d leave your other best friend out. You can wait a few more days, Celestia replied.
“No need to be so reasonable,” Verdigris groused. “But, yeah, I think we can wait that long. It’s been, what, six, maybe seven years since we started hanging out, and you two made your confessions? What’s another three days?”
“They’re going to be three really long days,” Grass replied as she got up and shook her mane into place. She’d been letting it grow, and it was starting to look good, at least in her and Verdigris’ opinion. “Are you on tonight?”
“No, and I don’t have anything else scheduled,” he said as he consulted his lap-top computer. Technology had improved almost ridiculously in the past five years, and the very useful devices had proliferated with the surprising demand, though they hadn’t replaced all preceding devices as some had feared. It was a useful adjunct to what existed, not a replacement; ponies still preferred letters, books, magazines and newspapers to electronic media. I wonder what Twi’s putting hers through, he thought. He’d have to write and ask; e-mail was still spotty, due to network issues. Infrastructure, bandwidth and range, mostly.
“Then just a relaxing day?” Grass’ expression and glance hinted at a beach day, and didn’t include beach-combing.
“Sure, why not? We could use a break; so could the guys,” he replied with a smile. She stuck out her tongue on her way to the bathroom.
Verdigris chuckled as he walked back out to the rail and looked out. He inhaled deeply and smiled. Yep, everything’s looking up, he thought. Hmm, should make this a family outing. Dad’s off, and I’d say it’s time we did something together. It’s been a while since we did.
He walked back, then knocked and poked his head through the bathroom door. “Hey, how about we make this a family thing? It’s been ages since we had a family picnic.”
Grass rinsed her mane, then looked thoughtful before smiling. “That sounds wonderful. You need to spend time with yours, and I’d like to hear what Free’s been up to. I’ll go ask.”
“Great. I’ll just tell Birch, then start making up a basket,” he said with a smile. “This’ll be a great day, maybe the best ever.”
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Celestia smiled as she “watched”, and thought, Yes, it will. Be ready for a surprise, god-son. She rang the bell, and waited for Honey and Rigel. When they entered, she said, “I’ve got a surprise for you, Honey. Verdigris is putting a family outing together, and I thought you should surprise him by visiting.”
The mare glanced at her mentor, who nodded, and smiled. “I’d love it, Celestia. If I know him, it’ll be a beach day. I’ll get ready.”
As she left, Rigel said, “If I may say so, Highness, that was perfect. She hides it well, but anypony with eyes can tell she misses them very much. And if I recall, isn’t Verdigris’ birthday a few days hence?” Celestia nodded, and Rigel smiled. “Yes, it’s perfect.”
“Thank you, Rigel. There could only be one way for it to be better, but I don’t think Gemstone can throw a wedding together on such short notice,” the Princess replied with a smile, earning a chuckle from her hoof-mare. “I’d like to attend, but this is a day for them. We can plan for them marrying in a few years, I think.”
Rigel sobered, then thought briefly. “It’s not well thought of, but it’s not as though it’s never happened. I wonder how Verdigris will adjust; one mare can be a hoof-full, but two?” She smiled and shook her head. “I hope he’s as strong and healthy as you say he is. He’ll need to be.”
Celestia stared at her in surprise for a moment, them smiled. “Only now do you do what I’ve asked all these years. I wish you’d been able to open up sooner.”
“Some things are hard to change, but you were right. I know you want to be thought of as a friend, but you have to remember how you’re seen. It’s hard, but I like what we found.”
Celestia nodded, then said, “I think you’re worrying for no reason. Honey and Grass aren’t like other mares, and Verdigris is no ordinary stallion. You should have noticed while they were here.”
“Being friends is different from marriage, but I’d say you’re right. There’s something about them that tells me they should be all right.”
The Princess looked at her in surprise. “I think that’s the smoothest trolling I’ve ever had.”
Rigel smiled brightly. “I learned from the best.”
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Nothing can bring me down, Verdigris thought as he, Grass, Free, Sky and ‘Lance raced up the beach, their hooves pounding through the surf as they ran. It was a wonderful feeling, being with family, and a good friend.
It took surprisingly little effort to convince his parents to come along. Gemstone and Hawkfeather only looked at each other and smiled, then called for the other foals. They were on the beach about ten minutes later. First came a good long swim, then a nice lunch, and now the chase. Later, as the sun lowered, they’d have time for sunbathing. Verdigris didn’t have lighthouse duty tonight; Birch had two of the new ponies standing his watch, and so that meant campfire stories and toasting marshmallows after sunset. The perfect end to a perfect day.
Sky caught up with him, and the colt’s smile told of unrestrained joy. Verdigris was touched by a brief sadness at how life had treated his cousin, but it was quickly swept away. The smile was infectious.
Gemstone and Hawk watched from the fire ring, smiling as the group passed. The sunlight gleamed off the drops their hooves kicked up and shined on their water-soaked coats. They turned to look as a voice called from the bluff-top, “Hey, wait for me!” Honey Bunch stood there for a moment, then unfurled her wings and dove off, catching the breeze. She waved as she passed, then arrowed for the group, a huge smile on her face.
Gemstone looked back to see Celestia standing with Rigel and Blackwing, a happy smile on her face. Gemstone waved for them to join her and Hawk, and they glided down. Gemstone jumped up and hugged her former teacher. “You came!” she cried happily. “I wondered if you’d just send Honey on her own or bring her. I’m glad it was the latter, Celestia.” She glanced to the surf when Verdigris shouted happily, but the surf drowned his words out. It didn’t matter, as she saw Honey standing there, her wings wrapped around him.
The Princess watched as the youngsters gathered around Honey Bunch, hugging her in turn. “I didn’t want to intrude. Honey insisted, and I couldn’t refuse.” She looked on as Hawkfeather returned to the fire, stoked it and took out more food. “No, you couldn’t have known I’d be here.”
“I was your student for how many years? I learned as much about you as I did from you.” Gemstone smiled as she led the way back. “Well, food or frolic first?”
Celestia’s eyes went to the herd as they resumed thundering through the surf, and her expression said it before she did. “That looks like so much fun. I think I should be safe enough with my god-son, Blackwing. You’re off the clock, as it were.” With that, she doffed her regalia and with surprising speed took off after the youngsters. Soon, she was galloping amongst them, tossing her head, smiling and laughing happily. She seemed to lose the vast majority of her years as she played like a filly, right alongside Freewind. The sight made their hearts clench.
“It took more than Honey Bunch to convince her, and I’m so glad to see it,” Rigel said as she settled on the sand by the fire. “I haven’t seen her this happy and care-free in all my time.”
“Yes,” Gemstone agreed. “It’s so good to see her happy, even if it’s for a short time. She hides everything so well.”
They watched as the chase degenerated into a free-for-all game of tag. It was interesting to watch, as they more or less stood still, as the Pegasai and Alicorns simply swiped somepony else with a wing, except for Firelance, who managed to duck at the right moment. The chase began when Verdigris stumbled and fell, missing Grass, who took to the air. Soon there was an explosion of winged forms, leaving ‘Lance at his brother’s mercy. “Hey, no fair!” they both shouted, then Verdigris took wing, instead of going for the easy target.
Celestia landed at the Unicorn’s side, nuzzled him and escorted him back to the fire. When they arrived, the Princess said, “They’ll be chasing each other for hours, so let’s take a break.”
“Thanks, Aunt Celestia. Whew!” Firelance said as they settled down to watch the aerial chase. His eyes shined as he watched his siblings and their friends. “Wow, I didn’t know anypony could fly upside-down.”
Verdigris had his wings held still in that odd way, using his magic to push himself along as he flew below Grass, who extended her hooves toward him, then teasingly pulled them away when he reached for her. Honey Bunch joined in the fun a moment later, and each playfully slapped him with a wing as the other diverted his attention.
“Oh, yeah?” he shouted, then swept up, wrapped both in his wings and they all plunged toward the water, raising a huge plume when they hit the surface. After a moment, they all emerged, shaking their heads and laughing. The others re-joined them at the wave line, and the game resumed until Sky shouted, “I found something!”
Everypony gathered around, including the adults, and Sky pushed a medium-size box out of the surf. Celestia recognized the marks on it. “Oh, my, I think it’s part of the shipment from Calais. Nice work, Sky,” she said. He blushed and lowered his head with a smile.
“I think we’re done, because the food should be,” Hawkfeather declared. “Everypony get cleaned up; that salt’s going to itch. Sky, take care of that box when you’re done.”
“I’ve got it.” Verdigris led them up the beach, then concentrated. A single cloud formed above him, and he said, “Gather ‘round.” They did, and he sent up a bolt of magic. Soon, there was a gentle rain, and everypony took advantage of it, washing the sea water from their bodies. Celestia took longer, using the excuse that her mane and tail needed the extra time. She watched Verdigris carefully, looking for any sign of what she’d heard. Soon enough, they were alone.
“I know what you’re doing,” he said as he opened one eye. “I know what’s being said. I don’t know what’s doing it.”
Celestia nodded. “You’ve got it under control?” The way he spoke and carried himself reminded her of something she couldn’t put a hoof on at the moment.
“I think so. I don’t do a lot of weather work; just the big stuff, so it’s manageable.” He sighed. “What about Honey and Twilight? Do they know?”
“Your letters have been getting terse and dispassionate, almost like Patrol or Guard reports. We’re not used to that, not from you. I don’t know why, exactly, but it bothers us.”
“I don’t know, either. That’s why I’m glad I don’t do any, unless I have to.” Verdigris glanced at the others and smiled. “That’s why I think we all needed this. I don’t remember doing anything like it, or not often. We should do it more. Maybe it’ll fix whatever’s wrong with me. I haven’t had this much fun in a while, if ever.”
Celestia shook her mane, and stepped out of the rain to let him finish. “Isolation reaction?”
“Probably. Might explain why nothing really seems to get to me, except for a few things; then watch out.” He shook his wings out, then concentrated again. The cloud went away, and he shook himself almost dry. “It’s getting easier to make clouds do what I want. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”
“Only if you make it rain unnecessarily.” Celestia nodded towards the fire. “Let’s go. Honey and Grass look impatient.”
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The party partly broke up when Celestia had to leave. “I can’t stay away too long, and even I need my sleep. I don’t want you to end this just because I’m going.” She turned to Honey Bunch. “I won’t ask if you want to stay, and you don’t need to ask. I’ll send a chariot for you in three days.”
“Thank you, Celestia. I appreciate it.”
“Oh, yes, did you two get that examination?” Grass and Verdigris looked at each other and face-hoofed. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’.” The Princess smiled. “What I said still stands. See Blackhoof in the morning. All three of you.”
Honey Bunch looked uncomfortable. “I don’t know if I want to go into town. I know somepony will say something.”
“No they won’t,” Verdigris replied a little too softly. “Not to your face, anyway.”
Celestia looked at him for a long moment. “You’d better have it out of your system before then, Patrol.”
“I will. Today’s been perfect. Nothing’s going to ruin it for me.”
“Good.” Celestia stood, put on her regalia and stepped back. “Enjoy tonight, my ponies, and thank you for including me. I’ll remember this day forever.” Her horn glowed, and she, Rigel and Blackwing vanished.
Freewind sighed. “I wish she could stay longer.”
Gemstone nuzzled her, followed by Honey. “I know. I miss her too,” Gemstone said. “She’s so wonderful,” Honey added.
Hawkfeather opened the basket again and removed marshmallows and skewers. “Okay, let’s get back to the fun. Who’s ready for s’mores?”
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They parted company at the top of the bluff, and Verdigris watched his family walk towards their home, with Hawkfeather carrying the box Sky found. Verdigris sighed, a tired but happy smile on his face. “Wow. So this is what a normal family does,” he said.
“Hey, stop that,” Honey protested tiredly. “We know you’re not normal, not for Oceanside. Canterlot, maybe.”
Grass nodded as she stifled a yawn. “Oh, what time is it?”
Verdigris looked up at the stars. “A little after midnight. I don’t know about you, but I still need a shower. That sand’s still caught in my wings.”
“That’s what you get for wrestling with the colts,” Honey said with a smile. “I need to thank your parents for taking Sky in. I’ve never seen him this way, and I like it.”
“Are you okay with what I did to your dad? I never got to ask,” he said as they walked up the bluff, toward the lighthouse’s beam.
“It took a little while to get it through my head, but yeah, I am. I just couldn’t believe what he was doing. I still don’t know why he got into it in the first place.”
“I don’t think we’ll ever know,” Grass said after a few minutes. “I don’t know about you two, but I never noticed anything different.”
“I didn’t,” Honey replied. “I keep thinking I should have.”
“Hmm, maybe somepony did. Fire Opal seemed to be getting along, but then she left abruptly. Maybe she found out something.”
Honey sighed. “I haven’t heard from mom in years. Her letters stopped after Sky was born.” She looked thoughtful. “Maybe I should try again. Dad might have been intercepting them.”
“Okay, let’s stop it. It’s been a great day, so let’s don’t ruin it,” Grass said as they reached the Grange. “Oh, that’s right. You haven’t been here before. You’ll like it, Honey.”
Honey Bunch looked up at the building, which had been a fixture in Oceanside for longer than they’d been alive. “It’s good to see the place lit up. I feel safer already.”
Verdigris smiled. “Okay, follow me.” He took wing and led the way to the deck, then opened the Prench doors to let them in. “Make yourself at home. I’ll just get rid of the sand.”
He disappeared into the bathroom, and Grass said, “Come on. I’ll show you around.”
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Verdigris found himself on the black plain again, and stood there, tense and ready. She had to show; why wouldn’t she? He looked around, but saw nothing. Why am I here? he wondered. As he looked, something moved in the corner of his vision, and there it was, a purplish-black cloud, hovering about a foot above the surface of the floor. As he watched it took on a vaguely equine shape, its eyes glowing a weird dark violet. Ah, there you are. We’ve been waiting for you.
“And who are you?” he asked. “Wait, you’re not the storm that nearly killed me, are you? What the hell?”
You’re as intelligent as you are impressive, it replied. Yes, and you’re right, we do form intelligence at certain power levels. I haven’t seen the likes of you since the Princesses, and I thought I’d test you. Interesting.
Something in what it said seemed off, but he couldn’t put a hoof on it. “I don’t know if I believe that.”
You don’t have to. Either way, we’ve come to help you. You’re already powerful; let’s see what you can do with our help, it said as it approached.
“This isn’t real. It’s a dream,” Verdigris said, his horn glowing brightly. It stopped and retreated. “Oh, so you don’t like the light? Let’s see how you like this!” he snapped as a bolt flew from his horn, striking it dead center. There was a howl like a wild animal, and it dissipated. “Don’t ever come near me again.”
This isn’t finished, it said before fading out –
A loud crash snapped him out of the dream, and he sat up, his horn glowing. Grass and Honey woke with cries of fright. “What was that?”
“I don’t know, Grass. I – ” He stopped when he saw a still form on the floor, then leapt to land by its side. He brightened his horn, and gasped in shock. “Freewind!” His sister lay there, sprawled on her side, unconscious. She had cuts from the glass, but what arrested his attention were the crossbow bolts protruding from her left wing, left back leg and the left side of her chest. “No.” He leaned down to listen to her chest. She was breathing, but he heard a gurgling he didn’t like. His horn brightened to rival the lighthouse, and he could see the blood slowly running from her mouth. “Oh, Celestia, please no,” he said, fighting back tears as he gently touched her wing.
Honey Bunch slipped from the bed and reached the panic button on the wall. The lights came on, and the emergency horn blared as she ran out. She stopped at the top of the stairs and screamed, “Medic! Mare down!” Grass simultaneously jumped up and grabbed the medical box, but stopped short when she saw Freewind’s injuries. “I don’t think I can do anything. We need ‘Storm.”
Verdigris carefully picked the young mare up, cuddling her to his chest. “Free. Free,” he sobbed, tears running down his muzzle. “This isn’t happening. It can’t be.”
Thunderstorm barreled up the stairs with his kit, and he carefully examined her. “We’ve got to get her to the hospital. I can’t do much.”
“She doesn’t have the time,” Honey said, pointing at the bolt in her chest. She turned, tears falling onto the floor. “Can’t you do anything?” she asked Verdigris.
“I don’t know, but I’ve got to do something,” he said, his voice growing determined. He closed his eyes and called on his magic, using it to examine his sister. Okay, I know what’s wrong, but I – I’ve got to do something. I’m sorry, Free. He opened his eyes, which were glowing white.
As the others watched, his horn glowed almost too brightly to stand, and he touched it to Freewind’s chest. She was enveloped in a greenish-white glow that rippled like running water. “Honey, get the bolts out of her wings,” he ground out. “Pull head-first.” She complied, removing the projectiles. “Okay. I’m going to stabilize her, ‘Storm, then we’ll get her to the hospital.”
He remained silent for a few minutes, his face stone-still with concentration. Freewind woke up, drew a ragged breath and gasped, “Verdi.”
“Shh. Quiet. Don’t talk.”
“Got to … tell you,” she said weakly. “House on fire. Mom … dad … ‘Lance – ” she drew another ragged breath “ – inside. Sky. Dunno … he’s alive. Ponies – ” She began to cough, and Verdigris gently laid her down before suddenly growing. The Alicorn’s face changed, from worry to rage as he looked out the wrecked doors. “I’ve got to go, ‘Storm. My family needs me.”
“What about the crossbow bolts?”
“They’re Rus make. Bronyiev’s crew.” He looked back, and they gasped. His expression was calm and serene, and he was cold and distant. “Stay with her. I’ve got something to do.” Before anypony could protest, he was gone, a streak of greenish-white light showing where he’d been. It stayed level, then curved northward, where his parents and siblings lived. Shortly after that, there was a flash from inside the closet. Honey Bunch opened it, and she noticed his armor was gone, as were the wing blades and combat shoes.
Honey stared, her eyes wide with shock. “Oh, no. We’ve got to stop him.”
“How?” Grass replied as she helped Thunderstorm get Freewind ready for transport. “What’s going on?”
“He’s past angry. I could feel it. I think some ponies are going to die tonight, Grass,” Thunderstorm said tightly.
“Celestia, we’ve got a problem. Please come,” Honey said fervently. “Hurry.”
There was a bright flash, and Celestia stood before them. She looked at Freewind, and her eyes widened with shock, then narrowed with anger. “We’ll take care of this now. She can’t wait.”
“But what about Verdigris?” Honey asked as the Princess gathered Freewind in her telekinesis and held her.
“One crisis at a time. We know where he’ll be. Gather close.” She looked at Thunderstorm. “Grab everypony not on duty, and get to their house. We can’t stop him, but we can limit the damage he’ll cause, if it’s not over when we get there.”
“Are you sure, Highness?” the doctor asked.
“Eight years ago he beat ten Rus into the ground single-hoofed. Add to his growth Guard and Patrol combat techniques, and tell me what we can expect to see.”
Thunderstorm did, and cringed as he moved to the door. “It’ll be a blood-bath.”
“And so we must hurry. Grass, Honey, you’re with me. I’ll get there as soon as I can.” The Princess’ horn glowed, and they vanished.
“Oh, horse apples. This won’t be good.”
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“I’ve seen angels fall from blinding heights, but you yourself are nothing so divine, just next in line.
“Arm yourself because no one else here will save you; the odds will betray you, and I will replace you. You can’t deny the prize; it may never fulfill you. It longs to kill you. Are you willing to die? The coldest blood runs through my veins. You know my name.” – Chris Cornell, You Know My Name (Casino Royale Soundtrack)
Verdigris soared in, and he could see the house was fully-involved. He bared his teeth, releasing what could only be called a blood-thirsty snarl as his eyes began to roil with colors that had no names. Surrounding the house were an even dozen ponies, each one holding a crossbow. In the yard were two bodies, both Pegasai, one smaller than the other. Dad and Sky. You sons of whorses just bought yourselves a one-way ticket to Tarterus, he thought. He couldn’t see anypony else, and he called, Mom. Firelance.
Verdigris? We’re inside. ‘Lance is holding the flames back, but I don’t know for how long. It’s getting hard to breathe, his mother answered. He could hear the strain in her “voice”.
I’ll be there. Hold on. He looked at the ponies, his eyes hardening. You bastards are going to wish you’d never heard of Bronyiev, Oceanside or me. He roll-turned, and aimed for the front door, which stood open, allowing air to enter the house. He accelerated, his aim to catch everypony by surprise. It worked.
He swept between two Earth ponies, his wing blades slashing their back legs as he passed. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll deal with you soon enough.” A few crossbows fired, their bolts flying wildly as they missed. He unfurled his wings just before reaching the door, and he came to a stop in the foyer. “Mom! ‘Lance!”
“Back here! The bathroom!” He raised a shield, then followed the voice to the hallway, and he found the bathroom door closed. He closed his eyes, visualized the space and teleported just inside. As he’d hoped, his mother and brother were in the bathtub with the shower running. “H-how’s Freewind?” Gemstone asked after coughing.
“She’s at the hospital by now. She should be okay,” Verdigris replied. “Stay here. I’ll put the fire out, and then I’ll take out the trash.”
“But how?”
“Right now, I'm so cold I could probably put out the sun,” he replied.
Gemstone moved closer and saw him, then stepped back, her eyes wide. His eyes were a mad kaleidoscope, and the black portions of his coat had expanded to cover him almost completely; all that was visible were the white traces and the copper patch on his chest. He not only looked cold, he felt cold. She stood between him and Firelance, and put up a shield. He nodded, and disappeared.
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Verdigris moved to the center of the house, called on more of his power, and thought, Cold. Ice. Freeze. Winter. The flames nearby him immediately went out, and frost appeared as the circle of cold moved out, extinguishing the fire like a blown-out match. Nothing smoked or smoldered, as there was no residual heat. He concentrated until he felt the entire house was cold, and then resolutely walked to the front door. Time to make somepony pay, for dad and Sky.
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The Rus stood outside, waiting. They hadn’t heard any screams, but they knew they’d come. Fire was a bad way to die, perhaps the worst.
A sudden cry from two near the door made everypony look to see the Alicorn they’d come to punish flying inside. A few shot at him, but missed. They thought he was crazed, entering a burning house to save what remained of his family. He’d have to face a storm of crossbow fire. He was making it easy for them. That was what they thought, until the fire suddenly went out.
They shifted uneasily as they waited, and what emerged was a literal nightmare; Night-Stallion in this case. The Alicorn’s coat was black, except for white traces that resembled lightning, and the bright patch of copper on his chest. His eyes flickered with insane colors behind greenish-white fire. His armor gleamed silver-green in the moonlight. It was as though Nightmare Moon had returned, but as a stallion.
Crossbows raised and fired, but nothing touched him. The bolts hung in the air briefly, then fell to the ground. Those closest backed away, their eyes large and terrified.
“You’ve just made the worst mistake of your miserable lives,” he boomed. “Just so you know, this isn’t revenge, it’s punishment.”
And so it began.
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Celestia left the hospital as soon as she knew Freewind was going to be all right, making straight for Gemstone and Hawkfeather’s house. As she reached it, she could see the house was completely engulfed. Two bodies laid in the yard, amongst a dozen Rus. Her eyes flared white in anger, but she stopped in surprise when the fire went out. She could feel Verdigris, and didn’t like what she felt. He was cold, colder than the bitterest winter, though his anger was beyond rage, teetering towards madness. When he stepped out, she had a horrible flash of insight. Now she knew what was so familiar about the changes in him. She’d seen it once before.
Celestia waited, knowing what was to come, even before he spoke.
It was horrible to watch. Verdigris didn’t bother with weapons or technique; he went with brute force. Ponies screamed and cried as they were flung about callously, swatted aside casually, beaten down without any effort. It was like watching a boulder crash down the side of a mountain.
Soon, it was over, and Verdigris moved to stand beside the bodies of his father and cousin. He knelt and seemed to be crying over them, and she cautiously landed beside him.
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Verdigris knelt there, motionless. He flashed back to the time at the beach, and what he’d thought. Nothing can bring me down. I’m an idiot.
“No you’re not, Verdigris,” Celestia said as she put a wing over his shoulder.
He shrugged it off as he stood, and she looked at him fearfully. “No, you have nothing to worry about, mother,” he replied softly. “As for Bronyiev and his gang, pray for them.”
“You can’t do this, Verdigris. They’ll pillory you in the press.”
“And I care about that for what reason?” She couldn’t answer that, and only looked at him sadly as she took in his appearance. “They’re going to pay, mother.” He turned away, then looked back. “And for now, I’m not Verdigris. Until this is done, my name is Stormhawk. Later.”
Celestia watched as he took wing, then did something unbelievable: He kicked back, and his hooves glowed as they compressed the air behind him. The release was like the crack of thunder, and he moved as though he’d kicked off from a wall. A greenish-white streak of light trailed behind him, heading north-east. “I’m sorry, son. You know I can’t just let this go.”
“Princess, what’s happening?” Birchbark asked as he arrived. “Where’s he going?”
“Verdigris is going to punish some very bad ponies, and he’s off to Stalliongrad,” she replied hollowly. “I thought I’d seen this before, and I was right. I wish I wasn’t.”
“You have? Who was it?”
The Princess looked up at the moon, then to the north. “Luna.”
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Press reads: Mad pony on the loose. Beware, he's armed and extremely dangerous. If sighted, do not engage contact. Call Princess Celestia's Royal guard at this number>>> 1 800 I SAW HIM HERE.
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Seriously Great Chapter. I'm thinking that black stuff surrounding his body is Luna's spell blocking his better half
1549888 Funny. It might work, provided anypony sent word to Stalliongrad to warn Bronyiev.
You're close, talking about the black. And you did say she'd probably be more inclined to influence him to join her. dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/Luna_lolface.png
We'll see how it turns out.
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Major crime boss like that? He'll know before Verdigris arrives. A pony likes to stay on top of everything so he'll have eyes and ears everywhere. Even in Canterlot.
1551311 Doubt it. Even if there was somepony on their hooves who could send word, would he believe it? "What, one pony on his own? He couldn't be that foalish." As for before, more like when. There's a storm front coming...
Major? More like mid-level. He's keeping his work on the down-low, out of town. You get noticed otherwise - by the other bosses.
Either way, somepony's going down tonight, and considering he's on the edge of losing it, I'd bet on Verdigris.
Of course, he's going to have to face the consequences, and Celestia's not going to let him off the hook.
I'm surprised a story as well written as this doesn't have much publicity.
I won't worry about it. There are new ones showing up every day, and I guess Celestia's fan-club is dying off.dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/shrug_Luna_apple.png
1555814 Celesta has a fan club?
1561214 Why not? I'm sure some people think she's best pony.
Well to be fair, your Celestia is a better one than most in that she's not a flat character.
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Verdigris? You kidding? He'll be lucky if he has his hide intact by the time Celestia, Michael, Honey Bunch, Seagrass are done with him. There's also Michael, Honey Bunch, Seagrass. They'll give him an earful. There's also Gem, his mom.
1561697 I don't like "perfect" personages; they're unrealistic, and even worse than a Mary Sue.
Real "people" with flaws and failings are harder to do, but far more satisfying, IMO.
1587816 Celestia won't have to raise her voice; all she needs to do is give him a look of disappointment, even though she understands the reasons.
The others? Michael will sympathize. He knows what losing family means. Honey just lost her brother, and that'll be too close to call. Gemstone lost her husband, and maybe her home, and nearly lost her daughter. She's going to be a little shell-shocked. Only Grass could call him on the carpet, and even then she'll understand, for the above reasons.
Punishment: There will be, but not what you might be expecting.
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That's what makes me keeps on coming back to coming this story.
And that look will most likely hit hardest of all. Fortunately, Celestia and the others will forgive him. But Grass? Not sure.
1588849 She will, but not immediately. Verdigris' loved ones will be getting over the shock of seeing what he can do when he's either out of control, or just doesn't care. Except for Michael and Celestia; they know. They've been through it.
Speaking of Michael and Celestia. It makes me wonder if either of those will try to talk Verdigris out of it. Of course that's assuming that He isn't too far gone(Meaning too angry) to listen.
1598902 Yeah, it's too late.
im sitting here wondering why they want to stop Verdigris.They attacked his family hell they killed two of them i would do much worse than kill if that happend to me.(yes i know im a bit fucked up in the head but there is NOTHING i wouldnt do to deal with a threat to those i care about ) ...unless its a Nightmare like thing then i understand.