The Flower of the North
North Ridge's Debt
by Monochromatic
A zebra, a stallion, and a manticore walked into a bar.
The bar in question went by the name of Torramund and could be found in the small town bordering Eventide Isle. The decrepit yet inviting establishment had been home to many a drunkard throughout the years, and its elderly bartender had heard more secrets and confessions than most priests had in their entire lifetimes.
The bartender, Tundra Leaf, was of zebra origins. Though she was born in Equestria, she had lived in the Undiscovered West most of her life, which was hardly undiscovered but Equestrians always did love pretending only Equestria mattered.
As she cleaned glasses behind the counter, she observed with vague interest the new arrivals. The stallion, she noticed, was young and handsome, smiling brightly as he held the door open for the others. A zebra strode in afterwards, the expression in her face starkly contrasting with the stallion’s cheerful one. Finally, a manticore stepped in, and Tundra wondered how such a ferocious beast could manage to look so terrified of others as he awkwardly followed his companions, his eyes avoiding the gaze of the interested patrons.
“Well, at least no one died!” exclaimed the stallion as he sat down on a bench and put his torn messenger bag on the table. “I’m sure that gryphon can handle one or two stabbings in the leg.”
The zebra sat beside him, taking care to shoot him a nasty glare before turning to the manticore and offering a much kinder gaze.
“Sit, Sweet Fruit,” she said, and the manticore hesitated, clutching a small pouch against his chest as he continued to watch the other patrons. He mewled in reply, almost like a kitten, and when nearby patrons snickered, a look from the young zebra quickly silenced them. “I am here, Sweet Fruit,” she continued, and then added, with another glare at the stallion, “and so is this Equestrian wajinga.”
“What’s the fact that I’m Equestrian have to do with me being stupid?” he asked.
“Everything,” the bartender replied, and the younger zebra smiled with delight. Tundra Leaf put her clean glasses under the counter and gave her three patrons a hard stare. “What’s your business?”
“To have a drink?” suggested the stallion.
“A hard drink,” the zebra added.
The manticore, who’d moved a stool away and sat down, simply blinked and mewled in reply.
“I don’t serve strangers,” said Tundra Leaf. She was old and set in her ways, and these young ones reeked of trouble. And yet, she amended her statement and pointed to the manticore. “I’ll serve him.”
The manticore clapped his paws together in reply, his grin endearing despite his massive sharp fangs.
“Don’t be fooled,” warned the stallion. “Tangerine looks adorable, but he’s only acting.”
The younger zebra snorted. “At least he is convincing when he tries to act cute.”
“And yet you still love me!” he replied.
The zebra sighed. “I never had good taste,” she murmured, and Tundra was impressed somepony could grin so much when faced with such a comment.
“That’s fair,” the stallion said, and finally turned to Tundra. “If I tell you my name, will I still be a stranger?”
“No,” she replied, “but you’ll still be Equestrian.” She glanced at the zebra. “My deepest sympathies.”
She sighed. “Thank you.”
“Really, how do you know Equestrians are so bad?” the stallion asked.
Tundra’s reply was short. “I’m married to one.”
“Oh.” He turned to his beloved. “What do you think about open relationships?” he asked, and yelped when she thwacked him with her hoof. “So you do want to marry me?” he asked upon recovering, and yelped again when her hoof met his face once again.
“I am Frost Flower,” said the zebra, bowing her head. She then gestured to the stallion. “And this is North Ridge.”
“And we’re wanted innocents,” he added.
“North!” gasped Frost Flower.
Tangerine mewled in reply, turning to Tundra and shaking his head.
“What?” asked North Ridge. “It’s true, isn’t? I’d call us wanted criminals, but we’re not criminals!”
“Stabbing a gryphon,” Tundra said, “is usually considered a criminal activity.”
Frost Flower gritted her teeth. “Your mouth runs like the river of deadly Lake Naresh, North, and if you continue this way, soon we will be in the company of the bodies lying in its depths.”
Tangerine mewled again, and Frost Flower smiled kindly. “Worry not, Sweet Fruit. We are safe.” She gestured towards the door. “Please, will you not look outside and see if Saffir is coming?”
Tangerine nodded, slurping down the last of his milk before politely putting the cup down and mewling brightly at Tundra. When she nodded in reply, he finally scurried off. North Ridge followed him with his eyes, and as soon as the manticore was out of the establishment, he turned to the zebra. “Saffir? Why didn’t you tell me he’s ali—”
“He is not.”
“Dear stars.” He looked towards the bar, crossing his forelegs, which Tundra now noticed were wrapped in bloodied bandages. “How?”
“A spear.”
“Were you there with him?”
Frost Flower fell silent, tears twinkling in her eyes, and Tundra’s heart softened as the stallion leaned over to nuzzle the zebra, planting a kiss on her cheeks.
After a moment, she folded her hooves on the table and softly said, “How many more?”
He leaned back and reached into his saddlebag. “Until the job is done, who knows,” he said, retrieving a ragged blanket and draping it over her shoulders. “Until our debt is paid, who knows.”
“Wajinga,” she whispered. “You should go back to Equestria. Go back to your land and be a fool there.”
“Will you come with me?” he asked.
“I will die in my lands,” she replied, “buried beneath the Great Fruit Tree.”
He sighed and when he lifted his forehoof, his blood stained the wooden counter. Tundra grunted, handing him a wet cloth with which he wiped the blood and continued to speak.
“Then that’s the day I will return to Equestria,” he declared. “When the frosted flowers have returned to the soil in hopefully at least a hundred more decades.”
“Or tomorrow,” she said coldly. “Or next week, or the next if the Commander finds us.” She turned her eyes back to Tundra, who had been watching in silence. “Are we still strangers?”
“No,” Tundra replied. “What would you want?”
“Tea, please,” North Ridge said.
“Coffee. Black. Please,” Frost Flower added.
He grinned. “It’s her favorite dri—”
Yells from outside interrupted. Dozens of them, louder and louder, like a riot unleashed, and before anyone could turn around, the front door slammed open and Tangerine rushed in, panicked and frenzied and bleeding from the spot where an arrow had been jammed into his shoulder.
Frost Flower cursed loudly, getting up to her hooves and grabbing her bag. “The Commander!” she gasped. “Sweet Fruit, the door! The door!”
As Tangerine closed the door, North turned to Tundra and flashed her a grin. “Can we take those to go?”
“FROST FLOWER!” a voice boomed from outside. “WE KNOW YOU’RE IN HERE!”
Tundra stared at the three intruders, from the grinning stallion to the frigid zebra to the terrified manticore. She made a choice.
“The backdoor!” she yelled to the three strangers and to all her patrons. She gestured to a door near the back of the bar. “It will lead you into the tunnels.”
In a panicked frenzy, the bar’s patrons rushed towards the door, running past the bartender and the three intruders.
Once they were alone, truly and completely, Frost turned to Tundra and bowed her head. “Thank you,” she said before gesturing towards Tangerine. “Sweet Fruit! Come!”
Frost Flower and Tangerine left first, the latter mewling piteously at the blood leaking from his wound. North lingered for a moment, turning to the bartender and glancing towards the front door being pounded on by angry strangers.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “We’ll be back to pay for any damages.”
“Five hundred coins,” she said when the door splintered and an axe embedded itself in it. “Five hundred silver coins will do.”
He smiled. “Very well! You have my word!”
“I will be waiting,” she said, watching as large claws ripped the door open. “Leave.”
And so he did, without another word, and Tundra Leaf simply sighed, took a glass and started to clean.
A cloaked stallion walked into a bar.
The sweltering heat rushed in when he opened the door, and young Summer Leaf stopped cleaning a glass in favor of blinking curiously at the hooded intruder. Wasn’t he melting under that cloak? He looked suspicious, to be clear, but unlike her long-gone grandmother, Summer tried not to judge before meeting a new patron.
“Hello!” she greeted brightly, and so did the stallion walk up to her. “Please sit down!”
“Thank you,” a gruff voice replied, scratchy and hoarse from old age, perhaps? He took off the hood and so was an older stallion revealed, wrinkles decorating his face all the way up to his reddened, weary eyes.
She did not ask.
“What can I get you?” she asked instead, eager to help.
He smiled. “Black coffee, please,” he said and then paused, eyes narrowing. “You… You’re new here?”
Summer smiled nervously, reaching down the counter for a clean cup. “Oh, uh, not really? A little?” she said, pouring hot coffee into the cup. “I’ve only been working here for a few years, but the bar belongs to my family. My grandmother used to be the bartender.”
He hummed. “Was she a zebra that did not serve strangers?” he asked and grinned widely when she giggled.
“That’s her!” she exclaimed, and so did a knot form in her throat. “She’s gone now, though,” she said, placing the cup in front of him. “She’s gone.”
His expression softened. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s fine!” she quickly said, taking a seat before him and crossing her forelegs. “Everybody goes in the end.”
“That is true!” He took a sip of the coffee and smiled. “We are all stories in the end.”
Before she could ask a single more question, she watched with shock as he downed the entire cup of steaming coffee in a single gulp. When he finished, he placed the cup down on the counter and cleared his throat.
“Very good coffee.”
“Uhhhhh…” She cleared her throat as well. “I’m glad you liked it! Would you, uh, like another?” she asked, already reaching for the pot.
“No,” he said with a kind smile, pushing the cup towards her. “Thank you, but I must be going now.”
“Oh, all right!” she said, truthfully a bit disappointed. She was enjoying the stallion’s presence, as she often did when patrons had stories of her grandmother. “That will be two coins, please!”
He reached into his bag and pulled out a satchel, placing it on the counter with a large thud after which it fell over, allowing dozens or so of gold coins to spill out.
“There you go,” he said. “That should be enough?”
Summer gasped. “Wh-what?! For me?”
“Yes, for you!” he exclaimed. “All for you, young bartender.”
Summer was besides herself. Never in her life had she seen so many golden coins before her!
“But these are— I can’t acce—”
“You have to,” he cut off. “They’re not mine, either. It was a debt I owed your dear grandmother.” He leaned in and grinned. “Did she ever tell you of the time a zebra, a stallion and a manticore visited her?”
Summer stopped. “Wait…” She stepped back, eyes widening. “That… that was you?! You’re the ones who had the bar completely destroyed?! With the zebra and the manticore that mewled like a kitten and all that?!”
“That was us, yes!” he exclaimed, and he seemed proud of the fact. “And I did promise your grandmother I would pay her back! And I have!” He pushed the coins towards Summer. “A few decades late, but I did it.” He then cleared his throat and stepped back. “But, as I said, I must go. I have a long journey ahead.”
“A — a long journey?” she asked.
He nodded and offered a sad smile.
“The frosted flowers have returned to the soil,” he said, “and now I must go home to Equestria.”
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Wellp. There went my heart. I'm just going to go ... um ... drink one for North.
This was hauntingly beautiful. In truth, I was never all that into North Ridge in TEK, but now I've got a whole new outlook on him.
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I'll drink to that. Sláinte!
That was pretty neat.
Bonny before it was published, bonnier to see it out in the wild.
Thank you for this.
North you magnificent bastard, I love you.
Also, Mono, once again an amazing story for an amazing world
I'm afraid the greater context is lost on me, non-TEL-reading cad that I am, but I still greatly enjoyed this. Thank you for a wonderfully bittersweet read.
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Don't worry about TEL. I've read it and its sequel, and reading them makes no impact on this story.
*scarfs down like seven coffees at once*
Nice backstory for North Ridge.
I like Tangerine and wish we could draft him for TEK. Marmalade cats are great, and I can only assume that's his coloring.
I have a feeling North Ridge has long lived during Interesting Times. The poor bastard.
:o
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Same here!
hrk
Thus I dedicate my next coffee to Frost Flower, and the one after to North Ridge... and the third to Tangerine, just because.
Lovely glimpse into what were no doubt fascinating, exciting lives. Nicely done.
There was something about the description that made me read this, I don't know what. but I'm happy i read it, I loved it, even the sad parts.
North's very plain spoken but obviously heart felt statement of almost being haunted by his Frost Flower immediately made me wonder about the pony behind that sentiment. Even though he seemed older I suspected that it was more experience than the years which had aged him. He had mentioned 32 years of travel and that his wife had shared his travel but it had also been implied that she had been gone for quite a number of years and this made me sad to think that to allow for time to meet and then the time since her passing possibly meant that they had all too few years together.
To see this moment made me a little happier as it is obvious that their attachment was obviously so strong as to keep two such dissimilar individuals bonded through such troublesome adventures. No 'simple' travels as North seemed to imply to Rarity but a life and death struggle which had obviously cost them friends. Makes me think that the gold was the proceeds from the 'job' and now that North does not have his life's companion to share it with, he is content to settle a debt with the whole sum just to add to the 'story' that he believes all ponies become.
Now I just wonder what the story is behind Tangerine.
And Discord was the one who killed em!
(Because anti-Discord propaganda)
Is the image you added with the story from an Elder scrolls game, like Oblivion?
Dear Author, I your humble reader pray to you. Please grace us with more of your creations.
(In all seriousness though, great story and I can’t wait to see what you craft for us next.)
Very well done.
You should do more like this, it was done very well indeed.
That's Skyrim. I could tell because of the style of the interior.
If Eventide Isle is in the Undiscovered West, then Equestria must be just east of Hyrule.
This is an enjoyable side story.
It sounds like North led quite a rough but fulfilling life. It's a shame Tundra Leaf never got to see him again or receive his repayment in person, but I'm just glad she managed to survive that raid that happened, I wouldn't think the Commander would take too kindly to her letting them get away.
A nicely written short story!
Damn Mono, my feelings. This was beautiful
So sad yet, my god so warming, I so want to hug North.
Adorable and sad.
How the hell have you made a character who turns up in like one paragraph a chapter an instant fave in my heart
Mono what is this witchcraft
Shit, that was sneaky and good.
North has had quite the interesting life, so it seems! Now we know why he is traveling back to Equestria. At least he has a kind and wonderful traveling companion in Rarity.
I would so much like to see stories about North and Frost!
Very nice, Mono!
Quite honestly, I'm addicted to your writing NEVER STOP BEING THIS GOOD OKAY
And I'm not crying my eyes out YOU ARE
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*raises a tankerd* Skål.
With a moniker like Commander, I'm wondering if perhaps North or Frost were in a military operation of some sort (desertion perhaps?) Just a hypothesis mind you, without more details I can't say for sure. I hope you write more side stories about North Ridge. Keep up the good work.
I see that cover art...
Oh yeah, amazing story by the way.
This was a nice side story piece