((!!Fwoosh has returned!! Even the binds of the Elder Scrolls themselves could not hold me, and now I have returned from the wound of time itself to seek vengeance against those mortal fools who... who dared, um... wait, arg wrong character again. Far too much Skyrim, completely forgot about this story. Anyway, sorry about that, let me try that again. !!Fwoosh has [ERROR: AUTHOR'S NOTE HAS REACHED MAXIMUM LENGTH. PLEASE STOP BABBLING AND GET ON WITH IT.]))
Flashbang's Not-A-Diary, Return of the Drones
Solstice was still alive. Needless to say the shock of it nearly killed me. I must have looked like a dazed lunatic, staring blankly at his golden form while he ushered me inside the door. I sighed and nodded as he spoke, appearing to understand, but in truth my thoughts were as distant as the fluffy clouds that grace the far-off sky. He was alive, something several moments ago I had believed impossible. I had been prepared to risk my very life to avenge him, and now here I was staring at an offered cup of tea wondering how I was supposed to hold it. I situated it unsteadily between my hooves, focusing on not spilling the boiling liquid while Solstice told me of his new job mining. It was awkward, both my grip on the cup and the silence that fell between us, but the most imminent danger was avoided when a golden glow enveloped the tea once more.
"Flashbang, are you okay?" Solstice asked, gently placing the steaming cup on a nearby table. I started to nod automatically, my instincts geared on avoiding shows of weakness, but I stopped myself and continued to stare at the ground.
"It would be okay if you weren't," he continued, "After what you've been through today anypony would feel upset." I tried to speak, I honestly and truly did, but nothing passed my lips except another weary sigh. I was exhausted in both body and mind, the day's insanity finally collecting its heavy toll. It wasn't long before Solstice's worried words began to blend together, eventually ceasing altogether as sleep took hold. I do not remember my dream, but from the fear I felt as I awoke I can only assume it was a nightmare.
It took a long while before I was able to place myself, the book covered shelves and unfamiliar engravings only increasing my uncertainty. I knew it couldn't be my room, since my room had never had decorations of any sort, but it wasn't until I noticed the blanket placed carefully over me that the night before came rushing back. I practically jumped to my hooves, searching the room for any sign of Solstice's whereabouts. When none came to my attention I raced out into the hall, slamming the door behind me in my haste. I checked the hospital, the mines, and even the death tree with no luck finding him, but as the sun burned my searching eyes I finally realized what time of day it was. Breakfast time.
The dining hall was packed when I finally reached it. For a moment I simply marveled at how crowded this hole-in-the-ground we call home had become. From what I could overhear it seemed as if even more migrants had arrived during the night. Truly astonishing. Nevertheless I continued my search, struggling to find one unicorn in particular in the ever growing crowd. It felt like a miracle when I finally spotted him, his mane ruffled and some blood from a particularly messy surgery staining his coat. In a more perfect world the crowd would have parted between us, gentle music playing as our eyes locked, but unfortunately no such thing happened. Instead the crowd shifted, hiding him once more from view and almost knocking me off my hooves. I tried to fly over them, but instead only hurt myself as my head bumped against the low ceiling. Cursing beneath my breath, I tried once again to push my way through the milling crowd.
After what felt like forever, I finally made my way through. Several ponies behind me may not still have full feeling in all their limbs, but that is a price I am willing to pay. There was Solstice, only two tables down, staring silently at his plate of finely minced +plump helmet biscuits+. I raced towards him, intending perhaps for the very first time to greet him rather than stalk him from a distance. As most of my plans are, this one was almost immediately foiled when I crashed right into a heavily armored pegasus.
"Watch where you're going you idiot!" I yelled, holding a hoof to my injured head. Of course he failed to hear me over the crowd, so I made my words clear by backing them up with actions. With one swift buck both my back hooves hit his helmet, sending him to the ground slightly stunned and almost definitely with a ringing in his ears that would last for days. Or at least, that's what I expected to happen. Instead he dodged instantly, not only avoiding my kick but pulling an absolutely giant sword out of what seemed to be thin air. What have I got myself into?
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