REMASTERED - Chapter 10 - Sickness and Cures
The months pass quickly for Arc and Ember as they each do their parts to keep the Vile Tribe's storehouse full. One day as Arc digs through a wild monster’s nest he chuckles and calls out to himself.
“Just another day at the office.”
Ember looks over at him quizzically. “Come again?”
“Sorry. Human reference.”
Ember suddenly straightens up. “Hey, do you mind if we head back a bit early?”
Arc looks over to her, confused. “But it’s not even noon yet.”
“I know, but... I'm feeling a bit... off. Not sure why.”
“Sick?”
She puts a claw to her forehead. “Dragon's don't get sick. But... I definitely don't feel normal. Could you drive?”
“Sure.”
Arc quickly walks over to the wagon and makes room in the back. Ember looks over to him, confused.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to get a makeshift bed going here. Just a second... there. That's the best I can do. Why don't you lie down?”
“No thanks. I'll be fine up front”
She begins to walk back to the wagon as Arc takes his place in the driver’s seat. About halfway there Ember falls to one knee and appears to be in pain. Arc jumps down from the wagon and runs over to her
“Ember?!”
She looks up at him, unable to rise from her knee. “Something… is not right…”
Arc moves to pick her up. “Here, let me help you.”
“No! Dragon's should never be carried like invalids!”
“Well, can you stand?”
Ember does not respond. Arc nods soberly.
“Well, I guess that settles it.”
Arc picks Ember up and carries her to the wagon. He does his best to make her comfortable before lowering his voice and winking at her.
“Don't worry. I won't tell anyone.”
Ember looks up at him with a weak smile on her face. “Arc? Thank you… for understanding.”
Arc nods in reply as he motions for the beetles to be off. Soon they approach the Vile Tribe’s hideout. The sentry on gate duty, seeing something is wrong, quickly leans on the lever to open the gate. Entering at top speed Arc pulls the reins to stop the beetles at their normal hitching post. As the wagon stops he turns to Ember.
“We're back! How you holding up back…?”
Arc suddenly stops talking as he notices Ember's condition appears to have deteriorated significantly since he helped her into the wagon. Her breathing appears to be quite labored and ragged. Sweat covers her forehead as she moans slightly.
“Arc… I… I’m…”
He turns to the ponies who have gathered around the wagon. “Ember is not well! Get Mythic Honor! I’ll take her to the hut!”
Arc again picks up Ember and carries her to her small home. Upon entering it Arc immediately lays the failing Ember on her bed.
“Help is coming, Ember! Just hold on!”
He quickly removes Ember’s armor. Her scales are hot to the touch, but her body shakes as if she were freezing. Ember looks up at him, clearly frightened.
“Arc... please... help...!”
“Shhh... don't try to talk. Save you strength.”
Mythic Honor gallops in the door. “What happened?!”
Arc looks over to him. “Wait! You’re the DOCTOR too?!"
“I wear many hats! Now bring me up to speed on what happened!”
Arc recounts the events earlier that day and how Ember seemed to fall prey to illness so suddenly. Mythic Honor gives the young dragon some medicine from a bottle. It seems to help somewhat. Arc turns to the elderly stallion.
“Will she be all right?”
Mythic Honor sighs and shakes his head. “Sadly, no.”
“...care to elaborate?”
“Many years ago another dragon lived among us! One day, seemingly out of the blue, they too were struck with similar symptoms!”
“And how did you treat this illness?”
“Viciously and vociferously!”
“What?!”
Mythic Honor nods. “The infection was strong and able! It asked no quarter and I gave it none!”
Arc appears relieved. “So you helped them?”
“As best I was able!”
“How’d you cure that dragon?”
“I couldn't! That dragon died a few days later!”
Arc stands up and begins pacing the floor. “I can't accept that! There must be SOMETHING we can do!”
Mythic Honor rubs his chin with a hoof. “…well…”
“Anything!”
“You see, there’s an old legend about a Hydra's Humor being able to cure pretty much anything back in the old days! But...!”
Arc raises an eyebrow. “What's the catch? And when you say humor I'm assuming were not talking about laughter.”
Mythic Honor shakes his head. “I guess I’d better start from the beginning! In ancient times hydras lived amongst ponies in peace! Although quite fearsome to behold, hydras were actually quite passive creatures and shared their Humor generously with all of pony-kind! However, the hydras became disillusioned with the ponies of that era, who seemed to value the Humor over the hydras themselves!”
“You mean, no one went to see a hydra for anything other than Humor?”
“Precisely! When the hydras tried to distance themselves from ponies they were rounded up and imprisoned. In captivity, their numbers would slowly diminish over the years until they were no more!”
“I don’t get it. How does an extinct race help Ember?”
“The truth is, one hydra still lives.”
“Here?! In Tartarus?!”
Mythic Honor nods. “Yes! When ponies began imprisoning his kind, one brave hydra stood and fought against his oppressors! Scores of ponies fell before his might before he was brought low and sent to Tartarus for the deaths of so many!”
Arc sighs. “Somehow I doubt he will be very receptive to yet another creature asking for his Humor.”
“Extremely unlikely, yes! But it’s Ember's only chance!”
Arc looks over to Mythic Honor and nods. “Alright. Where would I find this hydra?"
“He lives in the Hydra Marshes!”
“Of course he does.”
“On the up side you won't have to worry about demons, as the hydra is the most dangerous thing there! Not even the strongest demon dares face off against him!”
Arc turns to look at Ember lying on her bed to make sure she’s still unconscious before returning his gaze to Mythic Honor.
“Okay, so it looks like I have two choices. One… go to the Hydra Marshes and most likely get annihilated by a hydra. Or two… sit here and watch Ember die.”
“Slowly and painfully I might add!”
Ember looks up at them and replies weakly. “Not… helping…!"
Arc turns to look at her. “Ember! You’re awake?!"
“Some… how…”
Arc grimaces. “Um... how much of this conversation did you hear?”
“All of it.”
“Don't worry Ember. I won't let you die! I'll find this hydra and get some of its Humor!”
She shakes her head angrily, struggling to speak. “N... no! It's... it’s not worth... it!”
Arc turns to Mythic Honor. “Where is this Hydra's Marsh anyways?”
“About an hour’s drive to the north!”
Ember looks up to Arc frantically. “Don't... throw your life away! I've... seen... the hydra! It's nothing... but muscle... and... rage!”
Arc kneels down next to Ember’s bed. “Since I came to Tartarus you've always had my back. This time, I've got yours. I'll be back... count on it!”
“Wait...! My spear... take it... Arc...”
“What? Why?”
“If... you're going to... do this... I think... you will need... Courage... more than... Hope.”
Arc smiles at Ember as he accepts her spear in his left hand, while extending his own spear to her with his right. “Thank you Ember. And you take my spear. I think you need Hope more than Courage now.”
As Arc turns to leave Ember grabs his hand.
“Arc... please come back... in one... piece.”
He sets the Spear of Courage down and places his other hand on Ember’s claw. “I will. You just rest now.”
“One last thing... about my spear...”
Arc kneels down by Ember's bed and she whispers something in his ear before nodding and allowing him to stand again.
“Thank you for telling me, Ember. I won't let you down.”
“I wish... I knew more... but... that's all...”
Arc grimaces. “I hope it won't come to that, but thanks just the same.”
Running out her door, Arc jumps into the wagon and grabs the reins. Motioning for the sentries to open the gate he charges through and heads north. An hour or so later Arc arrives at the Hydra Marshes. The place might actually be charming if not for the pools of green ooze spewing noxious smelling gasses. He stops just outside the marshes and jumps out of the wagon.
“This must be the place... lovely. Well, looks like Mythic Honor was right about the demons avoiding this place. I didn't even encounter anything on the way here.”
Other than the gasses from the pools spewing randomly, the air is silent.
“As big as he is, the hydra can't be too hard to find.”
Sighing nervously, Arc grabs Ember's Spear of Courage and starts walking. He passes a seemingly endless number of pools, gas clouds, and the occasional acid bleached skeletal remains. Some of which are quite large. Arc gazes at the skeleton of a demon MUCH grander in stature than he is as he mused to himself.
“If this colossal demon fared so poorly against the hydra, I'm not sure how much better I'll do.”
After walking for hours and combing the entire marsh Arc can find no trace of the mythic hydra. He stops for a few moments to rest and collect his thoughts.
“Hmmm... it couldn't have just vanished. And if it had died I think its corpse would be unmistakable. I wonder if...”
He looks around and shouts.
“Hello?! Mr. Hydra! Would you come out so I can talk to you, please?!”
Deafening silence ensues. Arc shakes his head at his foolish act.
“I guess that was a bit silly of me.”
Suddenly the ground begins to tremble beneath his feet. A moment later Arc is knocked down violently by the shockwave of something breaking the surface. As the dust settles, Arc gets to his feet. Before him stands the last of the hydra. It is the size of a small skyscraper and does not seem too pleased to be above ground. It’s voice is the loudest thing Arc has ever heard.
“WHY HAVE YOU DISTURBED ME, INSECT?!”
At that moment Arc was glad he had brought the Spear of Courage, as without it he would have most certainly lost all bladder control. Struggling to find the words to say, Arc stammers to get something… anything out of his mouth.
“Um… hi?”
The hydra looks down at him with obvious disdain.
“YOU ARE A RATHER STRANGE LOOKING INSECT! I ASK AGAIN! WHY HAVE YOU DISTURBED ME?!”
“Um… I…”
“SPEAK QUICKLY, OR GO AWAY!”
Nodding, Arc clenches the Spear of Courage tightly and focusing all his energy into not passing out.
“Sir? My name is Arc. I have come to ask you something. Are you indeed the last of the hydra?”
“YOU MAY REFER TO ME AS THE MARQUIS, SMALL ONE! AND YES, I AM THE LAST OF MY KIND! HOWEVER I HAVE NEVER BEHELD A CREATURE SUCH AS YOU BEFORE! WHAT ARE YOU?!”
“I am a human, originally from Earth. Some time ago I was brought here against my will by a purple unicorn. I have since made Equestria my home.”
The Marquis puts a tendril to his chin, or what Arc perceives to be a chin, as he responds. “INTERESTING! HOWEVER, THE LAND KNOWN AS TARTARUS IS A FAR CRY FROM EQUESTRIA! WHAT CRIME DID YOU COMMIT THAT YOU WERE DAMNED TO THIS REGION?!”
“For me to properly explain that would take quite a long time.”
The creature before him laughs throatily.
“IT HAS BEEN CENTURIES SINCE I LAST HAD A DECENT CONVERSATION! THE DEMONS WHOM INHABIT THIS LAND ARE NOT MUCH FOR TALKING! I WOULD HEAR YOUR STORY, SMALL HUMAN!”
“Very well.”
Arc recounts the tales of his exploits starting with his original arrival in Equestria. He then moves on to saving Ponyville from a monster invasion which almost cost him his life. Next he recalls the meeting between himself and a mysterious robed pony as well as learning her story in the dream world. Wrapping it up, he concludes with the tale of how he delivered and saved Derpy’s foal's life.
“So naturally Twilight thought Derpy was dead. I mean, considering all the blood that was over EVERYTHING by then the evidence was pretty straightforward.”
“I ADMIT, THAT IS QUITE THE TALE! IS THAT SPEAR INDEED THE SAME ONE FROM THE DREAM WORLD?!”
Arc shakes his head. “No, I left the Spear of Hope with Ember. As I told you earlier, she has fallen ill and I felt she needed Hope more than Courage. She gave me her Spear of Courage to take with me on this journey.”
The Marquis frowns. “HRMMM... YOUR REASON FOR BEING HERE IS BECOMING CLEAR, HUMAN! TELL ME OF THIS ONE YOU CALL ‘EMBER’!”
“She’s a dragon I came across shortly after arriving here in Tartarus while she was being attacked by wild monsters. I used the power of the Spear of Hope to somehow defeat the creatures attacking us and we have been partners ever since.
“PARTNERS IN CRIME?!”
Arc shakes his head. “Mostly we gather hard to obtain supplies for the Vile Tribe and make the occasional run up to Vengeance for black market supplies.”
The Marquis laughs. “THE VILE TRIBE?! THAT BAND OF RAGTAG PONIES?! WHY WOULD SUCH OPPORTUNISTS HARBOR A DRAGON?! OR YOU FOR THAT MATTER?!”
Arc appears confused. “Opportunists? I don’t understand.”
“PONYKIND ARE ALL THE SAME! THEY ONLY WANT WHAT YOU CAN GIVE THEM! BUT ONCE YOU ARE NO LONGER USEFUL, THEY WILL ABANDON YOU!”
“I cannot refute your argument, I admit that. But I must say that these ponies took me in on faith alone when I had nothing to give. For all they knew I could have been the one to take them down one by one. The original members of the Vile Tribe who were banished here have been dead for many long years. What crime did their descendants commit to be abandoned here? They gave me the benefit of the doubt, so I will do the same.”
The Marquis shakes his head. “HAVE YOU NOT HEARD THE TRAGIC STORY OF MY PEOPLE?! THEY WOULD DO THE SAME TO YOUR KIND, GIVEN THE CHANCE!”
“The Vile Tribe's leader, Mythic Honor, told me of how your kind was wiped out by ponies who wanted you for your Humor.”
“IF YOU HAVE INDEED BEEN TOLD THE TALE OF MY RACE'S END, YOU CAN DO NAUGHT BUT AGREE WITH ME THEN!”
“Quite the opposite, actually. Since coming to Equestria, I have been treated with nothing but Kindness and Generosity. I will not make excuses for the sins of the past though. If you will not render aid to the Vile Tribe for the crime of being born as ponies, would you at least help a dying dragon?”
The Marquis is silent for a few moments before speaking.
“YOUR ARGUMENT IS STRONGER THAN YOU KNOW, LITTLE HUMAN! ARE YOU AWARE THAT IT WAS THE DRAGON LORD HIMSELF WHO LONG AGO TRIED TO AID MY PEOPLE BY HARBORING AND OFFERING AMNESTY TO A HANDFUL OF THEM IN THE DRAGON LANDS?!”
“That wouldn't have been Dragon Lord Torch, would it?”
“IT WOULD INDEED! DO YOU KNOW HIM?”
Arc shakes his head. “I do not, no. However, I do know his daughter.”
“EMBER?!”
“Ember.”
The Marquis lets out a long sigh as his tendrils droop along with what Arc assumes is his head.
“I ADMIT I AM... CONFLICTED! ON THE ONE SIDE, I DO NOT WISH TO AID THE PONIES! ON THE OTHER, I CANNOT LET THE DAUGHTER OF THE ONE WHOM SAVED MY PEOPLE DIE!”
“Please sir! I only wish to acquire enough Humor to save one dragon!”
The Marquis suddenly straightens up as he looks down at Arc. Filled with determination, the hydra speaks.
“VERY WELL! IF YOU CARE SO STRONGLY FOR THE LIFE OF THE DRAGON AND THOSE PONIES... YOUNG HUMAN FROM ANOTHER WORLD… THEN YOU SHOULD BE WILLING TO PROVE IT!”
Arc nods. “Fine. What do I have to do?”
“SHOW ME THE PROOF OF YOUR POWER! DISPLAY THE STRENGTH OF THINE HEART THAT MAKES THEE WORTHY OF MY HUMOR! PROVE UNTO ME THE STRENGTH OF THINE HEART!”
“Very well. And how should I do that?”
“BEST ME IN COMBAT AND I WILL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU SEEK! FAIL… AND YOU WILL PERISH! DO YOU REALLY CARE SO MUCH FOR THE VILE TRIBE TO DIE FOR THEM?!”
Arc raises the Spear of Courage and takes up a battle ready stance.
“Yes! I care for the innocents who reside here in Tartarus, and for my friend Ember! For them, I will fight! Just remember I WILL hold you to your word!”
The Marquis laughs wickedly. “VERY WELL, HUMAN! IT IS A PROMISE I WILL NOT HAVE TO KEEP!”
Attacking first with a barrage of tentacles The Marquis shows now apparent merch. Arc dodges them by throwing himself out of the way. However, the rock behind him explodes into a million pieces. He retracts his tentacles and looks over at Arc.
“RUN AWAY NOW, HUMAN AND I WILL SPARE YOUR LIFE!”
“Never!”
Arc counters with several strikes of his own, but using the butt end of his spear. It doesn't seem to be doing much, if any, damage. The Marquis watches him silently for a time before responding.
“DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO USE A SPEAR?! YOU WILL NEVER DEFEAT ME LIKE THAT!”
Arc looks up at the Marquis with a pained expression on his face. “But, if I use the other end I might kill you!”
His opponent roars. “FOOL! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM DOING?!”
The Marquis spews forth a stream of acid. It hits Arc squarely in the chestplate as he staggers backward. His armor, while heavily damaged, stays intact. Arc looks down at it, clearly relieved.
“Mythic Honor does good work!”
The beast burrows back underground. “YOU WERE LUCKY HUMAN! IT WILL NOT HOLD OUT FOREVER!”
Arc frowns. "I have a bad feeling about this."
A few moments later The Marquis breaks through the ground directly under Arc's feet .He is thrown at least twenty five feet into the air before being hit and thrown to the ground by one of the hydra's tendrils.
“TOO EASY!”
With some difficulty, Arc rises to his feet. The Marquis looks at him, clearly surprised as he speaks.
“HUMAN, ARE YOU PERHAPS SUICIDAL?! I AM BIG AND STRONG! YOU ARE SMALL AND WEAK! FACE IT, YOU'VE ALREADY LOST!”
“I'm not done, yet! Besides... I have the advantage here!”
“EXPLAIN YOURSELF!”
Arc slowly hobbles forward as he uses the spear to steady his steps.
“My purpose is clear and my cause is righteous. But you... you are conflicted. I know you are MUCH stronger than this, sir. If you had truly wanted to kill me I would be a pile of goo right now.”
“UTTERLY ABSURD!”
Arc points an accusatory finger at the hydra before him. “Admit it. You're holding back because your thoughts betray you. You do wish to repay an old debt to a friend, certainly. However at the same time you can't bring yourself to do anything that might indirectly help the ponies of the Vile Tribe.”
“ENOUGH!!!”
The Marquis spews a cloud of vile gasses which obscures visibility. Arc sighs.
“Here we go again…”
A tendril grabs Arc's ankle and picks him up, slamming him into the ground several times before hurtling him through the air at a large pile of boulders. The force of the blow causes the pile to collapse on Arc, burying him beneath. When the dust clears a few minutes later there is no sign of movement. Waiting a few more moments The Marquis turns to leave.
“ALL TOO EASY! A SHAME, REALLY! I RATHER LIKED HIM!”
The nearby rocks shift, albeit slightly. Frowning, The Marquis turns around.
“HMMMM?!”
Arc emerges, bloodied and battered but still alive. He seems to be using all his strength to stay standing and conscious.
“YOU?! HOW CAN YOU HAVE ANY POWER LEFT?! WHY?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?! WHAT IS IT ABOUT THESE PONIES THAT YOU CAN SEE THAT I CANNOT?! TELL ME!"
Arc forces a weak smile. “I see a bright hope for the future that resides in each and every one of them.”
“I SEE ONLY… DESPAIR!”
Without another word Arc raises the Spear of Courage, point down. The air is suddenly thick with a strange energy.
“You wanted to see the strength of my heart and my power? How... about... this...?!”
Arc plunges the spear into the ground and immediately several massive shock waves blast outward in all directions, tearing the marsh apart. The Marquis himself is knocked back like a rag-doll.
“NO!”
Both Arc and The Marquis fall to the ground. They lie there silent for several minutes. Arc turns his head to look as his opponent.
“...had... enough... yet?”
“HUH?! I WAS ABOUT TO ASK YOU THE SAME THING!”
Silence ensues. Arc begins to lightly chuckle.
“Heh…”
The Marquis makes a sound that one can only assume is laughter as the pair, somehow, enjoy a good laugh at their situation before they stagger to their feet. Arc is the first to speak.
“So... did I pass your test... or are we on to round two?”
“YOU DID! NOW FINISH ME! TAKE MY HUMOR AND SAVE YOUR FRIEND!”
“Thank you, Marquis. However, I did not come here for your life.”
“WHAT?! BUT... WHY...?!”
“If I were to kill you here, then the hydra would truly be extinct. That would leave future generations without your healing humor. I admit that many mistakes were made in the past on both sides. Let my act of mercy be the start of a new era between the hydra and the ponies.”
“I WILL THINK ON THIS! THANK YOU, ARC! NOW, ABOUT THAT HUMOR...!”
He lowers one of his tendrils to Arc’s level.
“CUT IT OFF!”
“Won’t that be… painful?”
“YES, BUT IT WILL GROW BACK! THE HUMOR FROM THIS TENDRIL WILL BE ABLE TO SAVE YOUR FRIEND! KNOW THAT YOU HAVE MADE A POWERFUL ALLY THIS DAY, ARC!”
Arc pulls the Hunting Knife from his belt and does as he is told. Slicing through the tendril, it wiggles strongly is his gauntlet for a time as Arc looks back up at The Marquis.
“Thank you, my friend. I hope to see you again one day.”
As Arc turns to leave the Marquis calls out after him.
“BEFORE YOU GO, I HAVE A GIFT FOR YOU! AS SIGN OF OUR NEW FRIENDSHIP!”
He tears off a large number of his scales and drops them in the back of Arc's wagon.
“USE THESE TO MAKE YOURSELF SOME NEW ARMOR! WHEN PROPERLY TREATED THE ARMOR PRODUCED WITH BE NEARLY IMPREGNABLE! AFTER ALL... I CAN'T HAVE MY ONLY FRIEND DYING, NOW CAN I?”
“I appreciate your generosity, sir. But I must hurry back to Ember now.”
“I UNDERSTAND! GO NOW, AND KNOW THAT YOU ARE ALWAYS WELCOME IN MY MARSH... OR WHAT IS LEFT OF IT!”
“Farewell for now!”
Arc jumps in the wagon and quickly heads back to the Vile Tribe’s hideout. However as he does so a strange looking creature in a black robe and glowing green eyes looks down at him and the wagon.
“Well done, Arc of Earth. You are just the one I have been looking for.”
Suddenly the dark being is joined by a creature of glowing light. It turns and speaks to the green eyed beast.
“I would not make any long-range plans around that one. He is... incorruptible.”
The creature growls in laughter. “Everything aspires to be greater than it currently is. The human is no different. He has a larger plan than just mere philanthropy! Humans are... cunning, in this regard.”
The being of light sighs as it speaks. “I have seen what he capable of. He has greatly impressed me as well. But for reasons that I am sure differ from yours.”
Nodding, the beast continues to look after the wagon as it hurries along the path.
“His power has grown so much in the time he has been in Tartarus. He is using the Vile Tribe, gaining their trust to soon be in a leadership position.
“Is he now?”
“Yes! From there he will most likely use their combined might to assault the gates of the capital and dethrone the King. Perhaps with the knowledge of the demons combined with his own he may then find a way to break through to Equestria and conquer that as well. All with the aid of his newly found demonic army.”
“You sound so confident. Are you certain that is his plan?”
“There can be no doubt. Humans crave power and dominion over others. He is looking for a way out of this accursed land. This is but the first step to that end.”
The creature of light fades away slowly. “We will see.”
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Hmm, what has Arc been doing??? I'm assuming this is how he got rich. He had connections to them or something. Well most likely gonna be explained in a different volume... or chapter...
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Arc earned his bits by doing quite a few writs, working at Sweet Apple Acres, and by keeping his living expenses down.
More on this in Volume 3. In this instance the term "debt" does not mean money, but a great favor.
after that display at townhall in this chapter, iam surprices the townsfolk did not run twilight out of town with pitchforcs and torches xD
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They know what Twilight did was an accident (a very stupid accident, but an accident nonetheless). Now everyone just wants to help bring Arc back to Ponyville.
Gotta love those small town, close knit communities.
Fun fact. This story was supposed to end with Volume 2.
Point of clarification, why didn't they just... y'know open the portal up and jump through themselves? Apparently Twilight can open a gate to Tartarus on a whim and suck someone through it...
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Sadly portals can only be opened in that building Arc found himself in. And even then such a portal is one way. This is to prevent an inmate from simply opening a portal to leave Tartarus.
I suppose Twilight could have opened a portal in the same way to get her and her friends there. However, if something had gone wrong she and the others would have been trapped in Tartarus themselves. This provided a theoretical fallback point. After all, no one had ever actually passed through the portal successfully before.
How do the warriors of light owe Arc exactly? We’re they there when the ursas attacked the town? Never mind found out later well played
Well atleast she has an army to back him up.
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They are the parents of the filly that was lost.