Three days have gone by since the monster came and went. I've developed a habit of reading, and Lyra was kind enough to bring me a few more books to help me pass the time... though she still didn't tell me why I'm here.

Then again, I never really asked. I've kinda just assumed I've been brought here for some "Greater Purpose" that they'd let me know when the time's right. However, with how casual they've been about it, I'm starting to grow a bit more weary.

Heck, if I was simply brought here to share cultural information and all that good stuff, then... well, while I'm sure there's a lot of better spokespeople for Humanity in general, I'd be happy to do so!

Perhaps then they'd let me go home... but then again, there were a few situations that could've caused the delays... like me not knowing their language, for one thing. Then there's the monster attack, and now there's the big cleaning up part.

I've pitched in to help as much as I could down here in the Basement. After all the damage that's been done, it's the least I can do.

And so, here I am with a broom in hand, and a dustpan down at the floor. It's been a month, now, but even still I can't say I've had this much time to thoroughly examine the room in greater detail.

Basement, yes, but it feels more like a bedroom at this point... minus the damages, of course. Now it has a bookshelf fitted on a corner, courtesy of Bon-Bon, who told me that it's one of her old ones... thus the purple and pink color of it.

But hey, it's got books on it, as well as scrolls, papers, pencils, and even a few quills and ink pots.

... Another skill I've got to train. I'm shocked they have pencils with erasers, but don't have pens, yet! Then again, I never really paid much attention in the History of the Pen, so I guess it's not too much of a shock... however, if I do end up leaving this house at some point, perhaps I can leave them some notes? Maybe I could help Lyra and Bon-Bon become the "Inventors of the Equestrian Pen".

My thoughts are interrupted when I kick the end-table with my foot while sweeping.

"Gah! Motherffff-" I grip my sore toes, and hiss as the pressure builds over the sore spot.

"Damn it! Might not be broken, but that's likely to leave a bruise..." I think to myself.

My eyes then drift over towards a book that, apparently, fell behind the shelf quite some time ago.

Curious, I pick it up and dust the cover off. Strange as it may seem, the book doesn't appear to have a title... or if it does, it's in a different language altogether!

"Hmm... don't think I've seen this kind of writing before..." I mumble to myself, before limping over to my bed. I can't help but get a strange sensation... a surge of troubled thoughts... like the pages within this book may either come to life... or perhaps, this book might hold some kind of key to this puzzle.

... Could this be the book that Lyra used to summon me?!

I open the pages (making sure the book isn't facing me, lest it be some kind of Wind Tunnel-like book that may or may not trap someone who looks directly into it.)

Once I see that all's clear, I start to look into it. Sure enough, it's got a few markers left in it, meaning someone must've been reading into it before me.

"Hmm... Conjuration... like conjuring up something? Portal, perhaps..." I mumble myself, before skimming through the markers again.

Then a clear sheet falls out of a certain page, with yellow highlights marked on particular points of it... as well as circles, sketches, and diagrams of some sort.

Thankfully I'm quick to catch the page it was in-between, and flip over to where it was. Not wanting to make Lyra lose her spot, I slide the sheet back into the book and align it with the pages.

"Hmm... wait, that doesn't look right..." I mumble, seeing that the circle's cutting through a word, and flip it over to the next page.

"Ah, here we are... Portal to... yadda yadda yadda, every th-" My blood goes cold, and I immediately freeze in place. Eyes glued to the words on the page, my breathing starts to intensify, and my arms start to shake.

If those numbers are correct, then... then...

"I'M STUCK HERE FOR HOW MANY YEARS?!"

Ugh... I feel like passing out. The smoke cloud over town doesn't make it any easier to deal with!

According to Twilight and her friends, they managed to tame the dragon that, supposedly, CAUSED the smoke cloud to form. However, it's gonna take a few days for the smoke to clear up completely!

And so, here I am, in our house, sweeping the Living Room Floor with the broom and dustpan. We were quick to patch the door and roof up, so as to prevent our Human Friend from being discovered. However, we've still got a much, much bigger issue to deal with, at the moment.

I look towards Bonnie, who's inside the kitchen avoiding eye contact with me.

It's been three days, now, since the Ursa Minor went into town. Ever since then, Bonnie refused to talk or even look at me! And any time I try to say something, she just plain ignores me!

It's almost like she doesn't even... want me around...

"You've missed a spot." Bonnie tells me from the kitchen. I turn around, only to find her looking away from me, as usual.

With a sigh, I nod my head and continue sweeping the spot I missed.

This goes on for about thirty more minutes, when finally she steps inside the Living Room.

I open my mouth to say something, when she cuts in. "I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back later."

Before I could even reply, she closes the door behind her, having already left.

My ears fold back, and I resume my chores, now even more depressed! I guess at least she said something, though... yay, progress?

My ears shoot up when I hear a thump coming from downstairs. I immediately drop my task and hurry towards the door (which I had to repair myself... with a few instruction booklets on hoof). Knocking on it gently, I put an ear up towards it.

No response.

I push the door open gently, and notice immediately that, for one thing, the light's turned off. Another thing is, as I get closer, I start to hear... sobbing?

"Hey... are you okay down here?" I ask the Human. Illuminating my horn, the room is soon engulfed in a green light, where I spot him sitting at the head of his bed, with his arms and legs curled up to his chest. His head would be tucked into his arms and knees.

Immediately, I notice that his right toes are starting to look a little darker than the rest of his complexion. I could also see a few scratches on it, which makes me gasp in sudden realization.

"Y-you're hurt!" I yelp, before stepping closer. He holds a hand out to stop me, however.

"No... not... now." he slowly says in his usual accent... but then, something's also off about it... like there's a little growling tone in it.

"B-but your foot!" I argue, only for him to shake his head.

"Not... problem." he replies.

I tilt my head confusedly at him. This... isn't how I expected him to react... unless...

"D-did I do something wrong?" I ask.

He sighs, and returns his face into cover.

It's not a 'no'... which could only mean that he's offhandedly saying 'yes', but...

"W-what did I do wrong, Mr. Human?" I ask him.

"... Sean."

My ear flicks slightly at the odd-sounding word he states.

"... Sorry, what was that?" I ask.

He looks at me, and deadpans. Then places his hand on his chest and repeats, "Sean. My... name... Sean."

It takes a moment for me to figure it out. When I do, however, I gasp.

How come I didn't even ask for his name all this time?!

... Oh, right... because I spent this time helping him learn our language so that we could talk.

But... why is this a bad thing?

"R-right... sorry, Mr. Sean."

"Just... Sean." he corrects.

I gulp, before clearing my throat. "R-right... Just Sean." He groans, clearly not in the mood for fun and games. "S-so... what did I do, Sean?"

"... This." he replies, before motioning around the room. I look around, once more confused.

"I... I'm sorry, Sean. I've been trying to get the other rooms fixed up quickly, b-but... if you want me to help you with yours, I can-"

"THAT... NOT... PROBLEM!" he suddenly shouts, causing me to recoil back in shock. So much, in fact, that I fall to the floor, and on my back. When I straighten myself up to a sitting position, I lean down submissively, while my hoof rests onto my chest, or more specifically, my rising heartbeat.

"P-please don't shout!" I manage to stutter. "... It's... s-scary..."

He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, before standing from his spot on the bed and approaching his desk. The hulking human being, in this mood... w-well... I can't say I feel very safe, right now.

The Prey-Instincts are practically yelling for me to run, or that he might be close to hitting me... and while Bonnie's hit me countless times, she's always held back from actual, eye-blackening hits that could lead to concussions!

And... a certain stallion might've triggered my next move.

My horn starts to flicker, as a protective shield begins to slowly form around me. He, however, isn't fazed by it, and instead grabs a few sheets of paper and a pencil, and returns to his bed.

When he starts to draw, I mostly observe his eyes while he focuses on the paper. They don't look angry, anymore... just sad.

Finally, after about a minute of sketching, he shows me the picture.

It's a simple drawing of a pair of humans - one of which looking plain, and the other having longer hair and a dress.

He taps a finger on the plain human, and then says, "Me."

I look closer at the picture's details... and notice that the two humans are... holding hands?

Finally, the picture's puzzle starts to click into place. My mouth slowly starts to open wide, as my jaw starts to open in shock.

He then writes over the humans' heads the words, "Me" and "Wife" respectively.

"You're married?" I ask him, to which he nods his head.

"That's..." I begin to feel conflicted. Why didn't he mention any... right... language barrier.

"I-I..." I begin, trying to find something to say. My head starts to flood with all kinds of emotions. The way how I fantasized about him, while only occasional, now begin to leave a sour taste in my mouth, as I start to feel like I've taken a poor human mare's husband from her!

Then... perhaps I could quickly send him back for a bit, and-

He points at the ground close to my hooves. When I follow his finger's trail, I spot the odd book that had the portal information in it!

And then, realization hits me right smack in the face.

The stars! He... he can't go back for another thousand years, when the stars align properly again!

... W-which means...

"Wife... coming child... gone. Can not go back... can I?" he asks me, worry clear in his voice.

"Coming Child"? That almost sounds like... like she was...

And now, the feeling in my gut only gets worse.

"Y-you both were... e-expecting a foal?" I ask. "A... baby?"

He nods his head in confirmation. I force my hooves to my mouth in shock.

"Maker Above... w-what have I done?!"

"I..." I begin, only for him to close his eyes and curl back into a ball.

"I-I'm sure I can find a way to fix this! P-perhaps there's a counter-spell somewhere in the book that I can use to-"

"Just... just leave me alone." he states, before turning his back towards me.

Tears begin to coat my vision, before I wipe them with a foreleg and stand back up. "B-but... but I..." And then my ears fold back down to the back of my head. "... I... understand." I conclude, before taking off up the stairs. From the corner of my eyes, I see him just sitting there, staring at the drawing he made.

I slam my forehead against the wall, angry at myself for being so... so... stupid, and selfish!

"YOU TOOK A MARE'S HUSBAND FROM HER LIFE, YOU STUPID MARE! DO YOU REALIZE THAT YOU BROKE AN ENTIRE FAMILY APART?! NOW HE WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO SEE HIS WIFE AND CHILD AGAIN, AND IT'S ALL YOUR FKING FAULT!" I can already hear Bonnie's voice echoing through my subconscious mind.

I scream in frustration, once again, and bash my head to the wall with brute force. A hole is already present, where my horn pierced through it, and a few red marks can be seen on the wall's dent, where the cuts formed on my forehead, coated just behind my mane.

My cheeks have tear stains over them, while the center of my bedroom lays empty. Not only due to the damages done, but also because in my frustrations, I've slung everything into the walls, and then began to hurt myself over and over.

I look into the broken mirror, at the broken mare whose nose and forehead are covered in blood. My right eye is already starting to puff out with the darker ring around it, but at this point, I don't even care.

I then look at my saddlebag, which rests next to my desk, and glare at it, before reaching my hooves down, and sliding it over my barrel. Deciding it would be best not to make them worry, I use my magic to grip a pencil, before writing a small note on a sheet of paper.

"I'm sorry." I read out loud.

Then, I step out of my room, and into the Living Room. Not even bothering to look back, I fold my ears down, and sniffle in pain.

"I-it... it'll be better this way..." I mumble to myself, before opening the door, and stepping out. After closing the door one final time, I make my way over towards the end of Ponyville... or more specifically, where all horrible friends like me deserve to go... the Everfree Forest.

Hours have passed... I can already tell. The rain has started to pour over my coat, and I can already tell that it's not going to end anytime soon... the Dragon Situation from before made sure of that.

How could I have been so stupid to forget that the Pegasi were scheduling a storm to cover the lost time after the smoke covered most of Equestria?! Now I've got to deal with the stray clouds, which the Everfree stole from Ponyville, and in the process, build a hut or find a cave that isn't already occupied by dangerous wildlife!

... I regret thinking that, as a growl begins to echo through the trees.

"H-hello?! Who's there?!" I ask, only for a pair of green eyes to open up from the shadows.

"... Oh, crap!" I immediately spring into action as a Timberwolf quickly leaps from the bushes! Not daring to look back, I run as fast as my legs can take me... but even then, I hear them gaining up on me!

"Please... not here!" I internally plea, as one of their bites nearly takes my tail with it!

And then, I see a shadow looming over me. Before I can even react, one of them rushes beside me and slams its head into my side, sending me crashing into a tree within another clearing.

I writhe in pain as the impact comes, but the adrenaline forces me back onto my hooves in no time. Unfortunately for me, however, I don't have any time to retreat before the five Timberwolves block my path completely!

I try to climb up the tree, but before I could, one of them lunges ahead, and bites into my lower leg. I scream as it yanks me into the air, shakes me around, and tosses me into another tree, head-first.

I fall to the ground, dazed, and in agony, as my vision starts to blur rapidly. I see the Timberwolves starting to approach me slowly, and licking their lips, while the one that bit me snarls with my blood covering its lips.

Looking down at my leg, I see that it's still intact, thankfully, but bleeding heavily... I can't even feel my muscles, anymore, and...

My tears return, as I whimper.

"I-I'm about to die! P-PLEASE, NO! I... I D-DON'T... I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" I think to myself, as my life begins to flash before my eyes.

From high atop the tree that Lyra now lied limply below, a brown-hooded figure sat patiently. As the Timberwolves approached the mint green unicorn, the hooded figure found this as its cue to strike!

With its feminine dark blue eyes glowing from the shadows of her cloak, the figure raised a striped hoof towards the center of the pack of Timberwolves. Attached to her hoof, however, was a gauntlet that held a slingshot attachment.

She slid a yellow, glass-like spherical object into the center of the sling, and fired it towards the center of her targets.

As soon as the sphere landed, however, it burst open, emitting a very high-pitched screech in the surrounding area, forcing the Timberwolves to yelp and back away a few paces, as they looked around cautiously.

She then leaped from the branch of which she stood, and maneuvered her way through the branches below her, until she landed on the dirt path, guarding the unconscious unicorn from the Timberwolves.

As they spotted their next target, the two forces glared at one-another, while the hooded Zebra spat at the ground.

"Begone, creatures of the Night!"

She then raised another sphere their way - this one colored black with an ominously dim green glow coming from its cracks. Her pupils shrank threateningly, as she aimed it towards the Pack Leader's forehead.

"For getting past me will be quite the plight!"

Author's Notes:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FONN-0uoTHI

Don't worry, Ron. It'll get better!

Oh, and anyone else that was thinking the same thing, too!

Anyways, behold! We are now taking the Fullmetal Alchemist Approach! (Or basically, Comedy with Serious Plot And Stuff! (No Plot Jokes Intended))

Don't worry, though, it won't be under extreme serious moments... I mean it will, but that'll be during significant moments that call for it. Otherwise, we'll be enjoying the Comedic Chapters more in-between the Serious Turns.

Finally... Sean is pronounced "Shawn" or "Shaun". Think of the main char's son's name from Fallout 4.

Oh, and hey look! Human's name is finally revealed, after over 20,000 words... originally thought of calling him "John Doe", but decided "Nah, we've already GOT a 'John Doe' in one of my crappier stories, so to avoid confusion... I give you all "Sean Johnson"!

... Name is not based on a real person. Any real Sean Johnsons, however, would be an awesome case of irony, would it not?

Oh, and Zebras are Tribal.
Rule #1 when messing with a Tribal in their Natural Habitat: ... Don't.

Anyways, more chapters incoming, after I've gotten some sleep, and survived another day of work!