My Little Fortress: Dawnpick

by Paaaad

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Friesden continued to sob onto Fauchard’s leg, the horror of what she’d seen all too recently still affecting her. Fauchard continues to hold the filly, occasionally uttering platitudes meant to calm her. After what felt like an eternity her sobs began to fade. Looking down at her he saw that she had cried herself to sleep in his hooves. The stallion lifted her with his magic and gently placed her into his bed behind them and tucked her into bed. Levitating over a handkerchief he wipes the tears from her sleeping face before getting a spare blanket for himself and curling up on the floor to sleep himself.

As Friesden slept, a dream continued to haunt her, troubling her sleep, of the ponies in Dawnpick: Mister Fauchard, mister Glaive, mrs Falcata, mrs Virtue, the scary lady, mister Flux... They were hurt...and nopony could help them.

Still troubled by the nightmare, she woke up and looked around the room. Where was she? She spotted mister Fauchard, on the floor, not hurt at all and not needing anypony to help him who couldn’t, she decided to quietly jump down from the bed and sleep next to him. He’d protect her. He was a nice pony. With a thump, she jumped down, and walked over to him. Unfortunately, she had misjudged his position under the blanket, and accidentally stepped on him.

Fauchard is suddenly awoken by pressure on his legs. He leaps up from his dead sleep his horn flashing with magic, his face contorted into one fit for the battlefield, he lets out a war cry as he lands on his hooves reaching for his axe to destroy his foes.

Friesden froze still as the unicorn jumped up into a battle stance. “M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-mister Fauchard? D-d-d-d-d-d-dad?” she says with a quavering voice.

At Friesden’s words Fauchard begins to recall where he is and what is going on. He looks around and sees no enemy; merely one frightened foal. He drops all his magic and his axe crashes to the floor. The stallion slumps down onto the ground before the filly, “I..I’m sorry...I don’t...I didn’t mean...I mean are you okay Friesden? Did...did I hurt you?”

Friesden stopped shaking. It was okay. “I...No...I’m...I...I had a bad dream, dad...” she says nervously, her front hooves pawing at the ground. “I...Um...”

Fauchard looks at her quizzically, “Did...Did you just call me...Dad?”

“Um...Um...Um...” Friesden looks down, suddenly unable to meet mister Fauchard’s eyes. “I...Um...Um...Um...Um...”

Fauchard just smiles as she avoids his gaze. “I don’t mind it if you did, my little pony. Do you want to tell me about your nightmare?” he says as he lays back down where he was sleeping, leaving a space for her, on the blanket, if she chose to take it.

“I...um...thank you, dad.” She walks around the blanket this time to the spot he had left for her, and without another word starts to tell him about her nightmare.