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The Neighvada Desert was... almost barren. Flat dirt everywhere covered in a thick layer of dust. It was less akin to sand dunes and more like a thin layer of powder that covered the cracked ground. Craggy rock formations rose and spired here and there, with mini plateaus randomly placed. Everything was some mute shade of gray, with gentle oranges, peaches, and browns. Things were dry as chapped lips, and relatively cool despite the location. However, the most interesting part of the whole area were the creosote bushes and other vegetation; the scattered patches of bristly, shrubby, clumpy stalks; gatherings of various cacti and yucca dotting the horizon, pushing up from the earth in a smattering. This interspersed flora demonstrated that it was different from the rest of the wasteland, barely touched by the fallout, though still tainted.

Fear, Sim, and Faith had recently made a pit stop at an oasis that was on the singular road leading through the desolate environ, rimmed by stone ridges. They'd spent a little time playing a dice game that involved the art of lying in order to win. Faith had been incredibly bad at it, hilariously so. But despite that Fear had been unable to refrain from taking pity on her and believing her nearly every time she'd told a fib. Sim was skilled, and Fear was getting better. It made for a well-rounded game overall.

It was currently early in the night as they traveled, though it could hardly be discerned aside from the altered climate. Fear and Faith were reading while walking, with Faith holding the stapled pages in one hoof and occasionally turning the page with her talented teeth and walking on three hooves, while Fear held his novel in his telekinesis. Both of them trot at a leisurely pace behind Sim, who seemed to be waiting for something while on the edge of his hooves.

Eventually they took a break from reading when Sim started speaking, both of them looking up from their material, Fear's ears flicking and Faith's eyes lighting up. Fear was more intrigued than Faith, and it seemed to be more geared toward him anyway. It was just an explanation on how and why the desert had grown unusually tamer since the bombs had gone off, as if the climate change in other areas of the wasteland had spread to here, albeit indirectly.

When Sim was done talking Fear finally glanced toward Faith, thinking long and hard about what she'd been reading. He'd been curious for awhile. “Hey Faith, what's that... manuscript? About, anyway?

Faith hummed, measuring her words carefully as she cautiously slipped the folded pages into her saddlebags so she could walk unencumbered. “Well... it's about how friendship, while harmonious, is not inherently without Discord.”

“What do you mean? Sounds different from what you're usually preaching.”

Faith gave a small nod and continued. “As in: there is order, sure, but there is also chaos in how it makes us feel. It can make us feel all sorts of emotions, from sad for someone else, angry at something someone has done, happy spending time together and being merry, and even mourning with one another. It's never really the same or monotonous, it's an orchestra of emotions that rises and falls based on the conductor that is life.”

Fear was impressed, as evidenced by the way his eyebrows rose on his face, jaw hanging open in an 'oh.' “That's oddly poetic.”

“Mhm,” Faith continued. “It also brings to light the fact that... well. We make friends with both those who are similar to us and those who are different. It takes all kinds to make a group of friends. Opinions are constantly differing. This text makes the argument that if friendship were truly order, we'd be talking to ourselves and no one else. We would just be speaking to mirrors. Friendship requires chaos in order to thrive, in order for us to realize what matters in life and who's important to us. It explains that there is harmony in disorder. It goes into far more detail than that, even using survey data, but that's what I'm taking from it so far.”

Fear was in awe at the concept, considering it heavily, glancing forward once more.

“What's your book about Fear?” The colt could tell Faith wasn't actually that keen on learning, able to tell by her emotions radiating from her, but knew it was only polite to show mutual interest.

“Well, it's about this guy named Rebel Ram, who's honestly kind of a timid unicorn archaeologist. He starts on an empty alien planet researching something, I don't remember what, when he gets a letter from this big rich guy named Valentine – he's the son of an emperor – to go study an artifact on another planet. It's an enormous temple, far bigger than most things, that belonged to some fourth alien race – there are three alien races by the way – who was some kind of a hybrid of two of the three. It's all gold and blue and shit. He goes there with his team in order to check it out, but it turns out there's an immovable gate leading further in that they can't get past. So one night while he's thinking on how to access this inner sanctum, he gets inspiration from this hermit crab thingy, whatever that is, and realizes that the combination for the door must be something that's relevant to every living creature, no matter how big, small, advanced, or basic. He realizes that the combination must be this thing called the Golden Ratio, so he returns to the gate in order to touch the rectangles next to the door in that pattern with his hoof, causing it to open up. He celebrates for a bit, before hurrying in where he finds a psionic alien with no mouth called a shadow paladin, who's laying dying in a spaceship, frozen in time. Ram touches her without thinking and time just sort of... starts back up again, and with it the alien's spirit surges into his brain, taking up space in it. It gives him these telepathic and psychokinetic abilities that are beyond a normal unicorn, and he's now trying to live with a new presence in his mindspace; turns out she's some kind of keeper of knowledge.”

Faith's interest was genuinely piqued now. “So Rebel Ram essentially becomes an empath like you?”

“S-sort of. It's far more than I am, but it's really close! I kind of love it to be honest. It's nice to be able to relate to him, even if he is a total pansy sometimes.”

The journey continued on in relative reticence for a long while, with just the padding of the trio's hooves on the dirt and the light breeze passing between them. Fear eventually turned on his mother's radio to break apart the quiet, leaving him to enjoy some jazz tunes all over again. He'd missed this.

Sim finally spoke up, as if he'd found what he was looking for. “We're in range, you two. I'm going to send word to my mother.” He then went silent as the others looked on inquisitively.

Mom, you there?

Oh, honey! It's been so long! I'm so glad to hear from you! Especially because... mmh. How do I put this? There was a weariness and hesitance to Emulae's mental voice. Your father's been kidnapped, Simmy.

WHAT? Sim was rendered speechless and looking like an idiot, his maw gaping and eyes disbelieving. He slumped forward, getting into a readied stance as if looking to take somepony on even as they continued walking, like he was going to fight a phantom enemy.

Yes. The kids and I-

KIDS?

Yes, Simmy, calm down. It's okay. The Steel Rangers have said they're going to help Jack in exchange for some free radaway. It's fine.

“THE STEEL RANGERS?” Sim was finally shouting out loud as well as in his head, both vocalizing and sending it on the wavelength. Fear and Faith looked at him with concern.

Fear questioned his father. “What's going on?”

I said calm down. Again, it's fine. Some mob boss or some such sent a couple of ponies to us saying they're taking Jack with them to see their leader, and I haven't seen him since. I'm sure they're just talking with him and he'll be back soon enough. And if not, the Steel Rangers will be able to rescue him. Now quiet down, everything's okay. Your siblings are eager to meet you.

Sim stopped in his tracks, trying to keep up, holding his head in a hoof. Mom. We're coming now. And we're going to save Pop.

Honey, come on. Emulae was pleading. They have control of the entire town, you're just going to stir up unnecessary trouble.

Bullshit, Mom. Pop needs us. We're not letting some upstart have his way with us. End of discussion.

“Dad?” Fear repeated.

Language, sweetie! But fine, I can see I'm not going to be able to change your mind.

By the way, Mom? Sim was tentative.

What is it honey?

Amelio's dead.

The line went cold.

“Dad, what's going on?”

Sim grunted. “Change of plans, Fear. Faith, you can stay at my parents' place if you want. Fear, you too. Once we're there I need to go into town and find out information about this mob boss or whatever who's running things around Dryfield. He took your grandpa.”

“WHAT?” Fear exclaimed. Faith looked even more worried. “No way! I'm going with you too.”

Faith replied, “I as well Sim, you've earned my loyalty. And who knows? Maybe we can talk some sense into them.”

Sim's expression was grateful and tense, a gentle frown and teary eyes. “Thank you, you two. Supposedly the Steel Rangers in the area are looking into it but who knows how long that'll take?” Sim's inflection was sardonic.

“The Steel Rangers,” Fear questioned, “why are they here?”

“They occasionally receive discount supplies from my parents in exchange for normally keeping them safe.”

“WHAT!?” This was becoming a familiar word for Fear. “Why didn't you tell me!?”

Sim's explanation was logical and succinct. “Because Fear, I didn't want you getting any big ideas about befriending or, sisters forbid it, joining them like I did when I was young.”

Fear thought about it, looking up at the cloud cover and pursing his lips. He nodded his head from side to side and responded. “Alright, that's fair,” he relented. “Let's get going.”

After a moment Fear spoke again. “Oh by the way, Princess Luna actually told me something about this!”

Sim glanced back to Fear with a lifted eyebrow. “Oh? What's that?” Faith glanced to Fear too, clearly intrigued.

“Yeah, apparently he's trying to make the wasteland a better place or something, and a bunch of ponies depend on him for their livelihood? I'm unsure. She's still looking into it.”

Emulae's voice came back a moment later. Simmy? You there?

Yeah Mom, what's up? We're on our way.

I'm sorry about little Ame. She was such a sweetiepie. I'm sure you miss her tons.

Sim was quiet for a moment. I really do Mom. She was my world for so many years. But I'll get over it, I'm sure. She visits me in my dreams now and then. Anyways, I don't want to talk about it right now, I'll be there soon with a couple guests. They already know so don't worry. One of them's my son.

Oh? You found Fearei? I look forward to seeing him! Take care of yourself.

Bye Mom.

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Sim was the first to approach the door of the quaint farmhouse abode after the trio had traveled through some rather large fields of pumpkins and sunflowers among other, albeit tinier sections of crops. It was amazing the family was able to get it all watered and harvested. Fear asked as much as they neared.

“It helps that it rains hard, though rarely, in the desert, and that the climate's changed over the years. The old windpump also aids the efforts.” Sim responded with the knowhow of somepony who had spent his early years farming.

Fear wasn't sure that was acceptable enough, but he ended up just looking behind them, staring at the plants that would one day be reaped. The way they swayed in the gentle breeze. Fear looked further and saw a strange structure rising up out of the earth in the fields – it was the windpump – he didn't know that though. He watched it spin lethargically, holding the colt's attention for much longer than it should have, slowly entrancing him with its revolutions. Suddenly, before he knew what was going on, he was being swept up in a giant hug by a... someone with carapace?

“Ohhh my little Fearei!” Whoever this was, her voice was brimming with uncontained energy, even if they sounded aged. “I never thought I'd meet you!” Her exclamation was drawn out like she was trying to squeeze the life out of Fear with both her forelegs and her words. “Ohhhh! Such happy days! My little grandson! The smallest thing there ever was!” Her voice was sweet on the ears, like succulent molasses added to an already delicious dinner.

Fear's wind was completely squeezed out of him for awhile, his cheeks puffing out and eyes bugging out from their sockets. He struggled to breathe, before eventually being set down, allowing him to get a good look at Emulae.

She was a beautiful changeling, with polished inky black carapace covering her entire body. Numerous holes covering her four legs in an artsy pattern and one punched through her curved horn. Her ears looked like a crown of seashells, much like Viola had when he'd seen an image of her. He was kind of in awe with how vibrant she was, with her compound fuschia eyes, wings, and gossamer tail and mane, the latter which was done up in a ponytail. The shell covering her barrel like a ribbed saddle made out of incredibly tough membrane was a vivid amethyst, leaving her to be possibly the most gorgeous thing Fear had ever seen. The way the light refracted through the chitinous wings, a pale shade of pink, a little see through, left an impact on the colt, nearly enchanting him.

Immediately, before Fear could finish taking her in or finish reveling in her appearance, Fear was beset by a trio of hybrids, tackled to the ground and getting nuzzled from head to hoof, all over as if they were searching for love. Fear couldn't understand what was going on, his head swimming and reeling. He tried to take in the visage of all three as he attempted to recover the ability to speak that had been knocked out of him.

Emulae spoke carefully, making sure Fear was paying attention. “Fearei, this is Chirpy Chatter.” Emulae gestured to the most hyperactive of the bunch, an earth pony colt with pumpkin orange coat of fur, some unshorn fetlocks, and wavy asphalt gray mane and tail. It looked dusty and dirty. He had a cutiemark of a cicada with music notes flowing from it.

“Rose Touch.” Emulae then motioned to the unicorn filly who Fear could've sworn was kneading out his stress, concern, and surprise just by touching him with hooves. Rose was covered in various violets and rose colors, from red to pink. She was oddly gentle with him, yet had a piercing gaze that prodded his soul and made him feel as if every facet of himself, including his sins, was being laid out for everypony to see. Her cutiemark was an equine body surrounded by rose thorns. They, oddly enough, didn't look painful.

“And Aromirage.” Fear looked to the last in the bunch, an earth pony filly who had been the first to move away from him. She looked as shy as a deer with the way she was positioned, about ready to bolt for some kind of cover. She had a long, curtaining mane that was a brilliant sunny orange and fell over one of her eyes, her tail curling upwards at the tip. Her coat was a soft periwinkle that was perfectly groomed. Mirage seemed to have a very sweet scent about her that made Fear's body feel like jelly, turning him into mush, everything becoming all wobbly and difficult. Her cutiemark was... hard to explain. It was a pile of powder with aroma lines wafting off of it. Fear was still trying to get his bearings, standing up and putting all his gear back on.

“Hey hey hey Fear, good to finally meetcha! We heard about you before! Hardly know ya though!” Chirpy was enthusiastic and right in Fear's face, nearly shouting at him.

“It is... a pleasure to meet you Mister Fearei,” Rose simply said.

“H-hi F-Fearei,” Mirage stuttered out before hiding behind her mane, clearly the youngest of the three.

Fear tried to get back on track, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them, seeing Faith and Sim talking in the distance. “I uhh... good to meet you three too? Or... something. Sorry, I'm kinda at a loss.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I didn't know I had more siblings?”

Chirpy's smile was energetic and beaming. “Silly!”

Rose grinned as well. “We're actually your uncles and aunts, Mister Fearei.”

Fear rubbed his noggin, able to feel a headache coming on. They didn't look much taller than him, except for maybe Mirage who was shorter, and they didn't sound much older than him, yet he knew they were younger than him by at least four years, maybe more? It was irritating, burrowing into his mind and leaving him feeling frustrated. “Well, uh, why don't you show me around I guess?”

Chirpy was quick to volunteer responsibility. “I'll show him around! I can do it! Pick me pick me!” He started racing around in circles, much to Fear's chagrin.

Emulae smiled. “Go for it Chirp, he's all yours.” Emulae ushered the others back inside, leaving Fear to be escorted around the farm.

Chirpy showed the older colt the barn, the pumpkin patch, the sunflower fields, some other crops, and the windpump, explaining all of it to him and how it worked; the schedules in which everything was harvested and how they took care of it all.

Fear was flabbergasted by the end of the about half hour tour, trying to keep up with the hyper colt. “Why...” He tried to put the question he had into proper words. “Why do you all seem so.. mature?” Fear wasn't sure that was the right question. Chirpy wasn't immature per se, from what he'd seen of him. Just young. He seemed like he did and knew a lot, and might've even been better educated than Fear.

“Well, maybe it's 'cause most changeling hybrids age quickly in order to fulfill their role in a hive? I bet that's it. It's why we found our cutiemarks so fast. But I mean we've also been raised in an effort to take over Mom's and Dad's place on the farm one day. Learning how to sow, harvest, barter, et cetera. We're familiar with all the equipment and everything.”

The colt was stuck up on the 'changelings grow faster to contribute to the hive' part of that explanation. It didn't really make total sense, mostly because it hadn't been the case for him. Had it? He'd mostly started really growing after his mother died. Another silver lining he supposed. At least it was when he got his cutie mark. “It wasn't the case for me. I didn't grow fast. It took awhile after a traumatic event to realize my role, and even now I'm not so sure.”

“Well maybe you're just a special case Fear? Or maybe it's because you don't have as much changeling in you as us!?” Chirpy was full of suggestions.

Fear wasn't certain why but that felt really insensitive. He couldn't place it. His impression of the colt soured a little. “Well what's your role?”

Chirpy was quick to explain. “Well, I inherited my father's skills with speech! Sort of. I can chat with monsters and plants and tame them all with enough time and effort. Though if I'm not careful I can be a little annoying.”

Fear rose an eyebrow. “You don't say?”

“Hey! What's that supposed to mean?” Chirpy was indignant.

“Nothing. What about the others?”

Chirpy was easily distracted, starting to elaborate on his siblings. “Well, Rose is an up and coming masseuse, that's what our parents say, and Mirage is this thing called an aromatherapist. We all use our talents on the farm and in town, as well as provide physical labor. It keeps us busy and fulfilled and we enjoy ourselves, so what's not to love? We're eking out a life for ourselves just like our parents!”

Fear got a far-flung look to his eyes, a little glassy. “Neat. You three really have it all here don't you?”

“Well, I mean, until Dad was kidnapped. But I mean.. Mom's doing a really good job of keeping us in high spirits, it's contagious.”

Fear stared at Chirpy with a soft frown on his face. “Don't worry, I'm going to get him back for you if it's the last thing I do.”

Chirpy swung his head from side to side emphatically. “No. Make it one of the things you do, not the last. I don't want to lose my nephew.” He slung a foreleg over Fear's shoulders and held him close, causing the colt to feel mildly uncomfortable.

Fear glared at Chirpy, but huffed and acceded. “Fine. It'll be one of the things I do.” Dear Celestia, Chirpy was a hoofful.

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The guest room Fear had been given to stay in was simple and sweet, made from boards of wood, wooden pillars, etc. With a somewhat gaudy throw rug that was a mishmash of colors and designs, chaos in its purest form. Some basic necessities like end tables, dressers, and beds with accompanying sheets. It was all rather... plain. But something about it was comforting to the colt. It felt like another home. Like a cozy grandparents' house. Fear had never experienced before, so he wasn't sure why he could compare it to that, but that's how it felt. He was still trying to come to terms with the nymphs and Emulae as he balled up on the bed, cuddling his Breinstorm plush. All of this was so hard to get used to. It was strange – he felt so... ostracized, but he knew they were more welcoming than anypony he'd ever met, aside from maybe Crate and Angel. Fear was contemplative over it, not depressed nor offended anymore. Just... dazed.

Rose tapped on the door a few times. He knew it was her from the whispers of her soul. “Mister Fearei, may I please come in?”

Fear looked up from the wall and glanced toward the door with a loose jaw. “Sure. And please, call me Fear.”

Rose cracked open the door, slipping in gracefully as if she were made of fluid. “I heard you had a... 'good' time with Chirp.”

Fear rolled his eyes and twisted away. “Define 'good time.'” Fear felt oddly open with her despite only knowing her for a little while.

A sagely smile crept across Rose's face. “You sure you're not feeling that way just because of things he said? He can be a little bullheaded and inconsiderate sometimes. He's made Mirage cry once or twice because of his words. He's still working on fusing to his role. Aside from that, he told me what happened. You've probably been fulfilling your role for longer than you thought.”

The colt considered it carefully, before returning to face her. “Hmm... Sure. Yeah. The tour was fun and I learned a lot. He's just a hoofful.”

“He really is. I hope you forgive him though, he's just a little too hyper.”

“Yeah... yeah, I getcha. I won't hold it against him.”

“Good, thank you Mister Fear.”

Fear raised an eyebrow. “Just Fear is good. I don't like being called 'mister' right now. I'm not that old.”

Rose lidded her eyes and giggled. “Okay, Fear, as you wish. Anyways, I was told you wanted to see niece Ame's heirloom.”

Both of Fear's eyebrows lifted up in surprise at that, something that was happening a lot lately. “You mean...?”

“Yes.” Rose turned to the door. “Mirage, if you could, please.”

Mirage slowly came in carrying the sword on her back, nudging the door open all the way with her muzzle and making her way over toward Fear. She was trembling, her chest heaving, yet her breaths came out in quiet pants that could barely be heard. She was obviously scared.

The scabbard was nothing interesting, just a little thing made of old cloth, stained here and there. The real show was in the sword itself. It had a long, indigo, rod-like handle made for swinging it with telekinesis, with an ornate, cratered pommel. On the pommel was an extravagant crescent moon that shimmered and reflected light like a mirror, yet it was sturdy enough to take some hits. It looked awe-inspiring, like the actual moon. The crossguard, which Fear assumed was for catching things, was also rather full of detail. It looked like constellations. And the silver blade that reached for what almost seemed like forever to a colt as small as him was magnificent and sharp, precise and lethal. Its edges accurate. When he looked closely he could see the quartz lining it, and he could feel. Fear's eyes dilated as if he was lost in a trance. It felt like Luna, it felt like Saway, and it felt like Amelio. It had Luna's grace, Saway's viciousness, and Amelio's obsession for him. It wasn't their soul, just residue of their personality.

Then came the memories, rushing back into him like a flood. A tsunami that broke apart his mind, causing him to shake and shiver, nearly dropping the blade. They were vivid memories of his nightmare where he and his sister fought to the death in a cavern of crystals. She had been using this sword, and he had been using a solar themed one. Fear immediately resheathed it and put it next to his saddlebags.

“I-is it t-to your liking, Fearei?” Mirage could see the colt trembling.

Fear nodded once, a harsh gaze permeating his features. He was inheriting something special. Now he knew for sure that he wanted to wield it. Sure it would have been nice to have that sun one – he felt like a sun – but this would be good enough. It had his sister in it. Fear's voice was tentative and bewildered. “Yes, Mirage, thank you. It's... incredible. More than I expected. I can feel the potential radiating from it.” He definitely could feel the power.

“I... I'm glad, Fearei. I'll be going now.” And just like that she hurried out of the way before he could respond.

Rose watched her go. “That's our usual Mirage. If you get her talking about music or smells though you'll have her yapping your ear off. Just have to know how to keep her with you then she's all yours.” Rose turned back and smiled to Fear. “Anyways, I'll leave you alone now. I'm sure you have a lot to think about.” It was almost like she could read his mind. She was likely just reading his expressions.

Fear nodded dumbly and made his way over to the bed again, still contemplative. He wondered if he ought to go to sleep and tell the others the good news? It was getting early in the morning after all, and they'd want to travel when it was night-ish. Better temperatures then.

Time seemed to pass by in a blur as Fear laid there not knowing what to expect, isolated from the world. Unexpectedly, Fear felt Faith's presence coming to the door. And then she stopped, and started knocking. He glanced to the door again. Faith had a really unique knock. Just the power behind it, the rhythm and pacing, everything. It felt like the mare, light-hearted and groovy. It's special, bringing a smile to Fear's face despite all his overwhelming feelings. “Come in.”

Faith entered, pushing the door open all the way. “Hello Fear, it's good to see you. How are you holding up? You okay?”

“Ye'h.” Fear thought about it, resting his head on the pillow again. “Just don't know what I'm supposed to do, and being around so many energetic ponies is draining. I don't know why.”

“Who knows, Fear? Maybe you're actually an introvert or some combination of it and extrovert?” Faith knew so much.

Fear repeated the word. “Introvert...? I mean, maybe.” Is that what I am? “I didn't grow up with many ponies around me always giving me attention, and the world was pressure enough. I already told you all about my growing up and such. I just don't know what to say to them.”

Faith nodded. “True, but you never gave me any examples of what it was like growing up with your mother. You should do that sometime.”

Fear considered it. “Hmm... maybe. You really that curious?”

A patronizing smile crossed Faith's face, though Fear didn't catch it because it felt less like an insult and more like a tease. “Fearei, I didn't grow up with parents remember? I'd love to hear what it's like to have one. Seeing you snuggling with your father now and then has been fruitful for me.”

Fear grinned again from ear to ear. He couldn't help but smile around Faith. The unknown pony who'd spoken to him was right, she really was the most pleasant pony he'd ever been around, aside from Crate and Angel at least. Fear sighed slightly and bobbed his head once. “In that case I'll tell you about the time she took care of me while I was suffering from radiation poisoning.”

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Breinstorm always had a melodic, syrupy warmth to her voice that echoed and reverberated in creatures' heads, seeping into the cracks and gunking up the thoughts and works. It was always a pleasure to hear, and the mare could often keep her composure in even the worst circumstances, even when being eaten alive by her anxieties. She was currently with her young son in an old, cluttered bunker full of old supplies and trash that needed to be taken out one day – today was not that day. They were holed up, with Fear laying on the bottom half of one of many bunk beds. Storm had spent a few long, grueling hours searching through the Seer's Eye for a way to get some radaway that would be sure fire, using tips and tricks to speed up her searching and increase her prowess.

“Honey. I need to leave for a little while but you'll be okay while I'm gone won't you? I need to go out and get the medicine that will protect you.” She'd already given him some Rad-X that happened to be in the bunker to slow the spread, but it wouldn't be enough to actually cure it. Still, it'd stymie it until she could get back.

Fear was feverish, his stomach nauseous, barely hanging on to consciousness as he shuddered and heaved, his eyes lidded, sweat drenching his entire form. “N-no Mommy. Please. Stay with me.” He reached out for her, scared more than could be.

“Be brave for me Fear. Be the little Fearshatter I know you can be. I've made you as comfortable as I can, I love you so much, and I know you'll be okay. I want to protect you to the ends of Equus, but to do that I need to leave.” Storm brushed a hoof through her son's mane, getting really up close to the pale foal.

“P-please at least sing me my song first?”

Storm nodded once, smiling brightly, and turning her head to the side. The lyrics to Wanderer's Lullaby flowed out from her gut like she'd taken singing lessons far back, ringing in the air with a sort of sloppiness from years spent neglecting the skill. Still, her voice could calm a storm, with a latent thunderous energy behind it that could deafen a hellhound.

Fear was quickly slipping into rest, his shaking, swaying body stilling as sweat dribbled down his face. The last thing he remembered as consciousness left him was his mother leaving the bunker for Celestia knows where.

Fading in and out of consciousness was a horrible, surreal thing. You never knew when you were going to collapse for the final time, but at the same time you could hardly tell you were even alive. Everything was so bleary and off the walls. It was like lingering in zero-g, unable to do anything without pushing yourself off something else. Fear wanted to move, but he hardly had the strength. He wanted his mother. Wanted her presence. But she promised she'd be back soon, and she was always right. She was always strong, and always succeeded.

When he finally awakened, fully aware and not just dipping in and out, he felt so much better, yet exhausted. Storm was gently petting through his mane, singing the song again as he recovered his strength. His eyes teared up to the brim, his breath hitching in his throat as a smile spread across his face. Storm was his angel. He let out a cute sigh of bliss, closing his eyes. “Mommy?”

“Yes sweetie?” Storm had a superior, victorious grin on her face. Having beaten back the odds simply because of her scrying capabilities. Fate could get fucked.

“Thanks.” Fear's voice was full of gratitude and worship.

“Anytime, my little Nightlight.”

Fear eyed the glimmering pendant around Mommy's neck as he drifted off into sleep again so he could heal the rest of his energy.

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“That was a sweet story, little Nightlight.” Faith gave Fear a teasing wink. “Your mother took really good care of you, didn't she?”

“Yeah, she was the best. Coddled me a lot. I miss her a lot, but... I don't really... miss her, you know? Not anymore. I mean I miss her but it's like? I'm not obsessed anymore. It's nice to just live my life without her now, because I can do that. I don't need her anymore.”

“That's a sign of growing up, Fearei. I'd say you're doing rather well overcoming your demons.”

“Thanks.” Fear blushed faintly and pressed his muzzle into the mattress.

“Anyways, I have to go now. I'll bring you up some dinner so you don't have to spend more energy around the others. I'm sure they'll understand.”

“Thanks again, Faith. You're a real friend.”

“Anytime Fear.” And with that Faith slipped out, pulling the door shut behind her with a hoof.

Silence reigned over the room once more as Fear thought about his past. It'd been awhile since he'd spent time recalling growing up with his mother, all the times spent learning with her and being protected by her. Honestly it wasn't that exciting, looking back on it. But it had been special to him. Developmental. It'd given him the love he'd needed for long enough, and given him time to grow until he could make it on his own. I was so shy back then Fear thought to himself. Or was it that I was just in some kind of catatonia? He only knew that word due to his Tormented novel.

Sim came in awhile later levitating a plate with a slice of pumpkin pie and a strange, onyx-colored ring in his magic. “Hey there son, how you feeling?”

“Hmm...” Fear leaned his head to one side. “Much better to be honest. It's nice to have some time alone to really... register everything that's happened, you know? To really understand that I have such a big family now and to come to terms with it.”

Sim gave a fatherly nod and sat down on the bed next to Fear, setting the plate closeby and holding the ring up. “Do you know what this is, Fear?”

“Huh? No. Is it a wedding ring?” He'd heard of those! There was one in his novel.

Sim laughed gaily. “No, Fear, silly. It's a magic inhibitor. It's made from hivestone. Back before the war most of them were made from it before they were developed technologically.”

Fear sat up and floated the slice to his lips. “What's hivestone?” Fear then took a huge bite of it, not recognizing the food but not caring. His face lit up to Tartarus and back as his eyes dilated, all from the taste. He munched and nommed, his teeth crumbling crust and smearing the meat of it everywhere, his tongue flicking around. “Wow, this is delicious,” Fear shouted through a mouthful of food.

“Hahaha, yes it is Fear. And hivestone is a naturally occurring rock formation found around Equestria, especially on the outskirts. It emits a wavelength that jams almost all forms of magic in its vicinity. The largest masses release an aura, but the smallest chunks will only negate magic within it. This ring for instance, only magic that goes through the hole becomes nullified.”

Fear continued chewing voraciously and then swallowed. “That's pretty neat. What are we going to use it for?” He took another fervent bite out of the pie, already almost finished with it.

Sim grinned slyly. “Well, in case we come across a unicorn on our journey tomorrow, we're going to use it on them. Simple, right?”

Fear was a little surprised as he finished chewing and gulped down the food. “So we're leaving tomorrow night?”

“Yes, Fear. Indeed. So you better get some actual rest soon. We'll be leaving first thing so we can gather information.”

“Alright Dad, I'll see you later.” Fear finished stuffing his face full of pie and hoofed over the plate.

Sim grabbed the plate in his turquoise ether. “By the way, Faith will be sleeping with you tonight.”

Fear's ears perked up. “With me? Or in the same room as me?”

Sim gave Fear an unamused, scolding glare. “You know which, Fear.”

Then Fear realized there must not've been enough rooms to house all of them so they needed to share. He looked away. “Yeah, sure, thanks.”

Sim left the room, but not before whispering to Fear. “Good night, sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams, Dad,” Fear replied right back. And with that Fear cozied up on the bed with his plush, seeping into sleep.

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Returning to the castle courtyard was becoming a calming ritual that Fear couldn't get enough of. It felt like a breath of fresh air after a lifetime spent breathing nothing but pollution. It brought his senses back into gear and rendered him docile and peaceful, unafraid of anything that could come at him. It was difficult to ever get worked up when he knew he was coming back to a portion of his family every night. Come to think of it, Fear's family was growing very rapidly lately.

Fear approached the throne room, everything melting into place around him as he glanced ahead to Saway and Amelio having a chat. They both noticed his presence first – first Amelio then Saway when she saw her glancing toward him – then both trot up to him.

“Fearei!” Amelio was as excited and tired as ever.

“Colt!” Saway just as militaristic. She felt like what Fear would imagine a sergeant to be like.

Fear bounded toward them with a smile on his face, as if he were hopping into the afterlife with a settled heart. “Meels! Saway! Good to see you!”

Amelio chided Fear. “Remember not to sleep too much, you do not want to become obsessed with me.” Despite the chastising tone, there was also a teasing inflection.

“Hah, whatever. You know I have more will than that!” He bat a hoof at her, shaking his head.

Amelio just giggled sweetly as Saway looked at them bemusedly.

“So how are you doing, colt?”

“Well I met one of my grandparents.” Fear gave a little shrug of his shoulders.

“Oh?” Amelio queried. “Only one? What happened?” She sounded a little concerned.

“Yeah. Grandpa Jack's been kidnapped or whatever by some ponies. We're going into town tomorrow night to figure out what on Equus is going on.”

Amelio was a little worried, but overall she had a serene air about her. “Well, if anypony can do it, it is you. Be careful, I want to see you back soon enough.”

Fear nodded once, firmly. “Oh by the way, apparently we also have a couple aunts and an uncle now. Chirpy Chatter's the uncle. Rose Touch and Aromirage are the aunts.”

“What? Really?” Amelio cocked her head to the side. “I have not heard of them, but I might be able to visit them in their dreams.”

Fear shrugged a shoulder. “They were probably born sometime after you last saw your grandparents.” Truth be told, that's exactly what had happened. Jack and Emu had realized they wanted more kids, not only to take care of and enjoy, but also to take over the farm since they were getting on in years. Fear lifted a hoof nonchalantly. “Anyways, they're really nice, though Chirp's kind of a dick sometimes. He doesn't mean to, it's just... he doesn't think.”

Saway swatted Fear upside the head, causing the colt to wince. “Be nice, colt. You hardly think before you act and speak either.”

“Yeah but I don't...”

“Yeah, you have hurt others. Give him a break,” Saway insisted.

Fear sighed. “Fiiiiiine. You're right. I'll look past it.” It was hard to do though! “They're overall nice anyway. They have bright futures and they look like they're happy for the most part.”

Amelio's expression was pure happiness and relief, lifting a hoof up and holding it against her chest. It eased Fear's heart and reminded him of everything he loved about his sister. He wasn't sure if he was romantically attached or just platonically, or maybe it was a bit of both? “That is how the world should be in the end. Everypony happy and not having to suffer.”

Saway's eyes spun in an arc. “No. You're kids so you wouldn't understand, but everypony needs to go through some sort of difficulty in order to grow and become strong. Otherwise they become soft or don't fully develop their morals.”

Fear was about to say something but Saway cut him off.

“No. There's a time and a place for everything, and so long as our difficulties don't break us, they make us better.”

Fear shook his head wildly, then slumped. “Actually, I don't really know to be honest. But I just know I'm lucky to be the me that was able to repair himself.”

Saway nodded a couple times. “The scars will last forever, not everypony can go through the kind of therapy you experienced, colt. Still, difficulties shape us. They give nutrients to our soil and are akin to the sun's rays. They are one source of our life.”

Amelio was ever the good filly, being non-argumentative, just thinking on what her elders had to say and either dismissing it or accepting it. She didn't have any counters, clearly.

Fear was still uncertain. “I do agree difficulty has its place but... I wanna see a pony grow up smoothly.”

Saway grinned to one ear. “Some would compare difficulties to rocky or tainted soil. Unable to grow anything good. I don't. I think it's rich. A few problems bring ponies to their peak.”

Fear had no contradiction, so he just dropped it. “By the way, I saw your sword Saway.”

“Oh? What'd you think, colt?”

Fear tilted his head from side to side and pursed his lips. “It's very... interesting. I can sort of feel Princess Luna and both of you in it. Not the soul, but your emotions, your personalities. It's a strange sensation, like some kind of...”

Saway's eyes lidded. “Like an AI?”

Fear gave a confirmative nod. “Yeah, exactly. Like some kind of robot. It feels real, even if I know it's not. But I'm gonna treat it like it's real, because you guys did say it could lash out if not taken care of properly.”

Amelio grinned from ear to ear. “That is a good idea.”

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“According to my ongoing research within the bubbles, Contingent is looking into a way to cure radiation and taint so plants can be regrown in the wasteland. However, it is strange, I still cannot access his dreams. I know he's sleeping, but there seems to be something blocking my vision.” Luna was thrown for a loop. “The same goes for some of his minions. He might have taken your grandfather in an attempt to meet those ends. Viewing your grandfather's dreams show he is not being treated horribly, though they clearly do not respect him. I cannot say why, as Pep has not met Contingent in person.” Luna shook her head as she briefed the colt. “It is a mystery, one I am sure you will be able to solve in the waking world. Still, his minions do have faith in him, and seem swayed by his confidence and will.”

Fear was sitting quietly, listening intently, feeling a sort of prickly danger creep up his spine, leaving him shuddering and with goosebumps forming along his flesh, tickling the back of his neck. Something was very wrong about all of this. There was far more going on, he could tell. Or was it just his imagination or paranoia? He couldn't discern. “Alright, thank you Princess. I appreciate it.” Fear's voice was tense and on edge, his teeth grinding together in worry, almost gnashing.

“The world really has fallen apart, has it not, Fearei?” Luna's inflection was sorrowful and resigned, her feelings a maelstrom of negativity.

“Yeah, sure it has. But it's just going to make us stronger when we get through it. Don't abandon us yet, we still got a lot more strength to show you. Life's gonna be a close call but we're gonna win.” Fear gave her a reassuring smile that prodded Luna's lips into curling upward.

“Just... be careful Fear. It seems this Contingent wants to do a lot of good, though I do not know how I feel about organized crime of any sort.”

Fear gave a firm nod. “Sure thing, Princess, thank you.” He then glanced off to the side. “Say, Princess, do you think it's necessary to go through hard times in order to grow?”

Luna considered it silently, closing her eyes for a moment as she dwelled. “I honestly do not know, Fear. I do not know what is right. But that is what wisdom does, it shows you how much you don't know. It shows you all sorts of uncertainty.”

“Then what good is experience?” Fear blurted out.

Luna opened her eyes, a kind smile spread across her face. “Let me finish, Fear. I may not know what is right, but I do have advice. It doesn't matter whether it is right that we must face difficulties, what matters in the end is how we respond to the cards we are dealt. What matters is how we face life with our mortality and limited powers. I was always weaker than my sister, often couldn't keep up in our learnings with my teacher Starswirl. I realized I handled things the wrong way, and I have continued doing so out of that weakness. Yet I am still getting more chances to improve.” Luna's eyes contracted as she stared at Fear. “I do not regret the past any longer, and I think that is something we all must learn in order to become powerful, no matter what our past consists of, in order to move on to the future with heads held high.” She put a hoof on Fear's shoulder. “If you had to go through everything all over again in order to attain what you currently have, would you?”

Fear adopted a faraway look to his eyes. He thought about his mother, the family he hurt, the ponies he killed, Crate, Angel, everypony he'd met that he regretfully couldn't remember with clarity, Amelio, Sim, Freiya, the ponies in Stable 47, Faith, Emulae, the annoying Chirpy, the sagely Rose, and the shy Mirage. All of them flashed through his mind in the span of moments as his jaw hung open and the memories penetrated his soul. He was lax for awhile before stiffening visibly. “Well, to be honest, no. Not yet. I'd rather not have killed anypony in that family.”

Luna just smiled. “You'll get there eventually. When you finally have closure perhaps, or maybe when you have learned to fully forgive yourself. You are still struggling to overcome. You are nearly there, just a little bit further.

Fear's head fell and rose. “But to be honest... changing any of it seems like it'd change everything. And I don't know if I want that.” He stared at the ground.

“Indeed. All you need to do is think about it and you'll succeed.” Luna then paused. “Fearei, there is somepony I would like you to meet,a close friend of mine for probably 1,200 years.”

Fear's face contorted in confusion. “What? Who?” Who else could there be that he could meet?

“His name is Nyx.” Luna turned around to face the empty space around her. “Nyx, you can come out!”

A portal filled with swirling purple and black shadows emerged from nothingness, out stepping the golden and yellow pony Amelio saw the first time she met Luna. Fear was impressed with his wizened visage, the slitted draconic pupils rendering him curious, the sheer presence holding him down. Nyx seemed so aged, his mane and tail a mess of hair. The cutie mark on his flanks was also strange, a single dot with two rings surrounding it in a pulsation pattern. It was the symbol for Hypnos, not that Fear knew.

“Nyx, this is Fearei, the one I told you about. Fearei, this is Nyx. He was around before the time of Starswirl the Bearded. He is an empath like you.”

Fear was dumbstruck as he gazed at the exhausted pony. “Wait what? He's an...?”

“Yes.” Nyx's voice was calm and flowed like a river. It gushed against Fear's mind and left him feeling almost crippled with peace. It had a gentle lull to it that drowned the colt in an emotionless state, leaving him feeling at one with the world and so over it at the same time, like he just wanted to be the pony's friend no matter what. “It's a pleasure to meet the colt who has received such accolades and benevolent judgment from Princess Luna. I have heard much about you.”

Fear could instantly tell that the shadows, the monsters in the dark, and every nightmare imaginable rested at Nyx's beck and call, as well as fled from him, as if he had mastered them. His aura did not stretch forever, but it stretched far and wide. Fear wouldn't be surprised if the nightmares had tried to escape from under his hoof.

“Nyx was an empath who became tired of conflict in this world,” Luna began, “he tried his best to bring peace to ponies, making friends with many different species, including dragons and thestrals.”

Huh, Fear thought, Faith would probably like him.

The ancient stallion had a drained countenance. “I was always very adamant toward them that I spoke only for myself and nopony else though. And that I wouldn't be able to be around forever.”

Luna grinned wearily. “He was also adept at manipulating dreams, and taught me a few tips and tricks while I was Nightmare Moon. He prefers to remain private and undisclosed however, often hiding in the shadows.”

Fear's eyes jolted to Luna. “When you were Nightmare Moon?” Then back to Nyx. He had been told stories of the nightmare by Luna a couple times. “But that would... that would mean.”

Nyx looked away. “Yes, I live on the moon. As a mass of lingering emotions more than anything else. I exist most prominently within dreams.”

Fear blinked rapidly, trying to wrap his head around such an existence.

“I created what you know in your time as a spell matrix in order to achieve a long range teleport to the moon. I wanted to get away from everyone and just live in peace, away from every emotion on Equus. I am sure with you experiencing the pain of the wasteland you've wished for that on numerous occasions.”

Fear nodded dumbly.

“Unfortunately for me, a group of ponies eventually built one of those structures on the moon. A stable.”

Fear's mouth opened and closed a few times as he tried to process, tried to come to grips with what he was hearing. “That's pretty c-cool. But I don't know if you should have ran away.”

Nyx's face took on a lopsided smile. “I know that Fear, but I was reaching the end of my life. It was time to entrust the future to everypony else. Besides, heroes were starting to rise up around Equestria and... it was just my time to go Fearei.”

Fear's expression was a little sorrowful, bottom lip protruding and eyes gazing emptily. “Well, at least you were there to keep Princess Luna company I suppose,” he stated with a tentative smile and a light shrug of a shoulder.

Nyx smiled broadly. “That's the spirit.”

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Dryfield was an interesting yet unassuming town. It had once been a rather large hotel with little twists and turns, brick bridges and metallic staircases leading to upper levels, with balconies and an old water tower combined with mill to pump more refreshing liquid from underground, much like a larger town might have, luckily for this place.

On the outskirts of this hotel, with its attached shop and sky wagon garage for travelers, was a small field of old faded pull wagons scattered about from ponies who'd come from far off after hearing about news of potential prosperity, with a few pony-made landfills and trenches on the borders for protection.

It was one step away from being taken over and made into raider territory, yet so many steps away at the same time. It could make a final stand, yet it was so vulnerable. Much like the equine body, it just took the right contact in order to shatter it to pieces, otherwise it'd keep going til kingdom come.

The bar Fear, Sim, and Faith had gone to had once been the hotel's check-in, with kegs put behind the counter and shot glasses from the wasteland plus the hotel rooms filling shoddy cabinets, recently made out of dead wood. It was amazing the nails still held to this day.

Overall, Dryfield was a wonder and a scummy rotting place all in one, with a solitary road traversing through it.

Scavver's Tavern was busy, bustling with ponies just shooting the breeze and gossiping about nothing and everything, from the state of their houses to the future of the town and everything in between. It was a place for information like all fables with such places, and Sim was busy interrogating ponies about the recent transition from civilized ponies to outright thugs working for some higher up. He was having a difficult time getting any information, even with Faith helping him out by keeping the mood light and assuring others that things were fine. Everything was fine. Nothing could be better.

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Fear was busy sitting at one of the downtrodden tables next to the latest equine of interest, grilling him on various topics and technicalities, including his set of weapons that were encrusted with gems of all types brimming with the scent of o-zone, giving him an almost rejuvenating aroma, masking whatever was natural to him. The thing was, he wasn't equine at all. He was vastly different from any creature Fear had ever met, or maybe would ever meet. He was a cat. A bipedal, talking tabby with exotic, dangerous stripes and a tail that just didn't quit. He was clad in old, muted clothing that had a few rips and tatters from close calls, and a little cloak that wrapped around his neck and draped down to his feet, which were covered in a pair of greaves beset with jewels of the highest caliber, as were the plated gauntlets covering his paws. He gave Fear the impression of a world weary traveler who had given up everything for the sake of a dream, but what kind of dream could possibly exist in the wasteland? Then again, Amelio had a dream once upon a time. The cat had a plaintive countenance that left Fear wondering just what he'd given up.

“So, Gentler, you're from Abyssinia huh? Tell me about it. This is the first I've heard of it.” Fear was leaning on the table with an 'elbow,' head in a hoof, staring at the cat with renewed interest. His pronunciation of the Abyssinian's name was a little unusual, the first part of it less like 'generation' and more like 'again.'

Gentler took a swig of his shot, his eyes lidded, whiskers on his face quivering. He looked rather beat up and gamey. Slightly wrecked and somehow titillating, with a latent energy that told Fear: this is a cat who could beat my shit up. Which just left him more alluring to befriend. “Colt, why don't you go bother someone else?” He had an aloof tone to his voice, having seen too much and not wanting to be bothered.

“Come on, be a pal. I just want to learn more about the world. Surely you can appreciate that!” Fear didn't dare reach toward the Abyssinian, not wanting to piss him off. He knew under the table, resting beneath the cat's legs, was a saddlebag like he'd never seen before. It was actually just a backpack, but Fear had still never seen that type in his life! It also had a strange seal on the back with a faded flag with a green crystal on it. Fear assumed it was the flag of Abyssinia but he couldn't be sure.

Gentler glanced at Fear with a raised eyebrow, setting his drink down. Fear could tell he was amused, and maybe a little curious as well, even if he didn't show it. Besides, the colt had on his pair of saddlebags, the sheathed lunar sword connected to his saddlebags, and a beat up-looking Garand. But the most invigorating part of his ensemble were his eyes and the screw necklace. It spoke volumes about the kind of pony he was. That he was just as strange as this Abyssinian. It probably helped that, just as Sim had left Amelio's saddlebags at the house, Fear had left his plushie there too in the care of his uncle and aunts. “Fine.” It was abrupt and a little rude. “What exactly do you want to know?”

Fear put both forelegs on the table and leaned forward, waggling his eyebrows. “Well you know... for instance, the history of Abyssinia, why I've never heard about it, what those gloves you have are, what you're doing here, what your goals are. Stuff like that?”

The cat considered it, his tail giving a flick. “As for my country, we specialized in magically enchanted gems. Decades ago we reverse-engineered artifacts like the Misfortune Malachite, learned how they ticked with the help of some of Equestria's finest. We learned how to imbue them with spells and make them greater than they ever were before, and how to generate certain effects with artifacts.”

Fear was in awe, his jaw hanging open. “Wow! That's pretty cool. What's the Misfortune Malachite? It sounds dangerous.”

Gentler lidded his eyes, sipping his drink. “It's a cursed artifact that causes whoever wields it to experience untold misfortune and bad luck. It is the downfall of everyone who lets it get near them. Back a long time ago some said it was just baseless superstition but... well. Even the Storm King found out the hard way you don't screw with unknown forces.”

Fear was leaning forward, tail wagging rapidly. “Who's the Storm King!?” He liked kings, sort of!

“Before the Great War between Zebrica and Equestria started, as things were reaching a boil, Abyssinia was attacked by a satyr known as the Storm King. A white-furred, horned menace that conquered all in his path and had a hunger for power the likes of which not many creatures saw in their lifetime. We were easily outnumbered and outgunned by their technology, learning a harsh lesson about the meaning of battle. We reached out for anyone who'd listen to our plight, searching for help from anyone, and ended up getting the aid of Princess Celestia. With her and a detachment of her knights our land was freed. She pursued the Storm King who had been betrayed by one of his commanders and as it was going on Celestia took him down and had him sent to Tartarus despite his attempts to sway others.”

Gentler finished off his drink, slamming it down on the table.

“They say taking the Malachite with him and keeping it close to his breast was the reason he'd been ultimately betrayed and defeated. After that our treasures were returned to us and ponies occupied our land in case of zebra attack while we finally got our butts into gear and started researching ways to become stronger. We were safe from the eventual balefire bombs while we harnessed the power of gems. The first beneficiary of that technology was a unicorn by the name of Tempest Shadow, who was given greater control and channeling ability over her magic. As thanks for our assistance, even though she was more of an experiment, she vowed to protect us.”

The colt recalled his vision of himself in that palace of crystals that felt so long ago now. It seemed they could do just about anything. Fear was in wonder for a time. “Well, what about you? What's your story? Why are you here in Equestria? Why would you ever come here?”

An impish, cat-like grin played across the Abyssinian's face. “Mh, about that. I was a naive kitten long ago, looking to see how I could repay Equestria for helping us in the past by bringing it back to its former glory. No idea how I was going to do it, but I wanted to try. It was a one-way trip, and I eventually gave up and just settled down.”

Fear frowned deeply, reaching forward and putting a hoof on Gentler's arm. “That's sad, I'm sorry. We don't deserve outside aid to be honest.”

“Maybe not, but you got it anyway.”

After a moment, Fear queried further. “What was it like growing up?”

Gentler's slitted, lemon yellow eyes rolled back, as if scanning his brain for the information. “Eh.” His voice was leery and cynical, with a hint of worldliness to it. “I was mainly raised by my mother.”

Fear grinned and yapped, “hey, me too!”

Gentler's smile only increased in intensity, his eyes having an otherness to them that made Fear wary. “I had a bunch of brothers and sisters. My father was a scout for our king and he was often away on missions, but I admired the importance of everything he did for the kingdom. He was a hero in my eyes, just like everycat who had come before him, and even Tempest Shadow, whatever happened to her. All my siblings went off to do their own thing.”

“Do you wish you could see them again someday?”

An obscure, secluding haze settled over Gentler's eyes. So far away, he looked like he wasn't even in the same universe anymore. “I mean, maybe. If I got a chance. But I'm still trying to figure out how best to help my new home.”

Fear was impressed. “You're devoted, huh?”

“I... I guess you could say that.”

A few moments later Sim and Faith came up. “Alright, come on Fear. We're headed to an institute about half a day's walk away. We'll get there by daybreak if we leave now. That's where this boss we're looking for is.” Sim's voice was a bit of a rumble with how frustrated he was at having to go through any of this.

Fear looked to Sim, then to Gentler. “Hey, I gotta go now but, Gentler, would you like to come with us? You might feel more fulfilled if you do.”

Gentler raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “Go where? What could a colt like you possibly be doing?”

Fear beamed. “We're going to go save my grandfather from a mob boss or some shit!” He was super happy!

The Abyssinian gazed long and hard at Fear. “Sure, if you're feeling up for a fight.”

“A fight?”

Sim groaned. “Come on Fear, we don't have time for this.”

Fear waved a hoof at his father. “No, no Dad, we totally do. Besides, the more the merrier. So you want a fight huh? I guess I can abide by that.”

Gentler pushed his chair out with one fell swoop, yanked up his backpack, and swept it around him, slipping it onto his back, arms through the straps. “Sounds good, colt. Come on then. We're wasting moonlight.”

Fear quickly hopped after the cat with unadulterated enthusiasm pumping through his body. Couldn't be that bad right? “You've seen the moon before?”

Gentler confirmed that with a sour nod. “Yeah, the clouds don't extend to everywhere.”

Sim followed after Fear. “Come on, Fear, listen to me. This isn't a good idea.”

Faith was uncertain. “He seems to be trying to judge your son's character, Simmy.”

Sim glared at Faith. “I figured that much, but we don't have time for it. Besides, Fear could get seriously hurt. He's hardly ready for a one-on-one fight like this.”

Fear met Gentler outside, both of them getting low to the ground in a fighting stance, with the colt speaking up. “So, you want a fight huh? Let's do it.”

Gentler extended a hand. “Come at me, Fearei. Let's see what you're made of.”

Fear unsheathed his sword deftly with telekinesis and held it in the air, charging ferociously at Gentler with a battle cry.

Gentler casually stepped to the side, punched once. The sword came up and blocked it, barely quivering in the air. He punched again, this time going for a sideways uppercut at the colt's face. The sword twisted around and blocked that too.

Fear transformed his right forehoof into a blade and rammed it into Gentler's abdomen.

Gentler spun to the side, one of his legs sweeping up into a roundhouse and aiming for Fear's side. The sword twisted around and blocked the foot, sliding under it and shoving it into the air, sending Gentler off balance.

The Abyssinian did no more than jump back on one foot, then lurch forward in a series of swings, all ricocheting off the sword, until with the final hit in the combo the gauntlets glistened and a magical nullification field surrounded it, slamming into the sword and causing the telekinesis surrounding it to fizzle out. It fell to the ground.

Fear's eyes went wide as he felt the follow-up spin kick coming. He ducked under it. The Abyssinian hopped up, continuing the spin and bringing his other leg down on top of Fear's skull as he landed on the previous foot. The greave thudded when it connected.

Spittle flew from Fear's mouth, nearly biting his tongue from the shock of being struck. His mind reeled and everything went numb.

Gentler followed it up with a hook right for the side of Fear's head. Fear responded just barely by forming a mound of carapace on his cheek as the fist connected. The chitin cracked apart on contact.

Despite the armor, Fear's body fell to the ground like a ship's anchor from the force of the punch, collapsing in a heap.

Faith quickly raced over to Fear as he groaned in the dirt, unable to get up, the carapace receding.

Gentler had a keen look to his eyes. “Looks like I win colt. You really should learn to fight better.”

Fear complained. “You used magic!”

Gentler grinned, one of his canines sparkling. “You should have used more magic, colt. Your enemies aren't going to hold back. At the rate things were going I could have ended that fight long ago.”

Fear huffed, getting up, his cheek swollen, a lump forming on the back of his head under his mane. “That hurt.”

“Gonna cry about it, colt?”

Sim was about to step up but Fear held a foreleg out. “No... I'm just frustrated. I thought I was making so much progress in my training.”

Faith gently stroked through Fear's mane. “You are honey, you're still young though. You have to work harder at it.”

Gentler crossed his arms over his chest, cloak billowing. “The mare's right, colt. You have a lot of work to do before you're capable in melee. But, nonetheless. I'll go with you. Someone needs to watch your back.”

Fear smiled despite the pain he was in, his jaw aching and head brimming with agony. His brain felt like it'd become engorged and was now threatening to spill out of his skull. “Well. Welcome aboard.” He uttered bitterly with a hint of enthusiasm.

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