Fallout: Equestria - The Paths we Carve
Chapter 12: Abyssinia: Of Introductions and Reunions
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Panthera was an incredible place, Abyssinia’s capital after all. It was the main center of commerce for the country as well as the location of the palace. Due to that, its harbors were made for trading and fishing, with warehouses lining the piers. The whole tone of the city was one of patronizing feline desire, with variously branching architecture, like a wizard's castle. A field of towers and boxy structures, some with ribbed surfaces like the ropes wrapped around a scratching post. There were openings in the different buildings, different shapes and sizes, and it was all rather... quaint. Royal. The city was bathed in hues of gold, red, orange. Nice, exotic, tropical in some ways, without the appropriate trees.
The sun was hot.
The city was grand.
Even the piers were beautifully decorated with ribbons and tapestries, which lined the streets as well and gave everything an extravagant beauty made up of various cool and warm colors. Greens, blues, whites, purples, and everything in between and beyond. Life-like designs that spoke to the soul. Seagulls squawked out nearby, the waves crashed against the edges of the harbor. Vibrant, colorful birds could be seen and heard further inland. The scent of the entire area was of juicy fruit. The locals, various breeds of cats, wandered around going about their business all while others relaxed and took it easy. There were arcades, shops of all kinds, a mall further in, office buildings, not too much industry and deeper in the heart of it all, a glorious palace made of crystal and glass, with ornate trim filling the cracks and weaving over every surface, all made of gold.
The inhabitants were all clothed in beautiful, luxurious fabrics with a style akin to old Victorian wear. Cloaks, dual tailed jackets like a composer might wear, leggings of various sorts, some more puffy than others, ruffly cravats, glorious dresses, and some wore formal clothing that was a little more modern compared to the less modern attire. The real impressive part though was that every single cat wore at least one gemmed ring. Gentler had said that everyone in the kingdom used the magical infused gems that he used for combat on a day to day basis. Only the cats around Abyssinia used them for contemporary, practical purposes. Anything from a little telekinesis to extend reach and make life more convenient, to magic that could help with cooking, cleaning, or even agriculture. According to Gentler, some of the fishermen used gems that would increase their strength and endurance temporarily so that they could handle more, while others used more expensive jewelry to attract fish. Then there were those who used imbued magic for things like giving off an aura that would help them grow their plants, or trivial aspects of life like giving them a more preternatural presence during parties.
Life was different in Abyssinia compared to Equestria. For one, it wasn't a wasteland, it was constantly developing and growing, coming up with new ways to use what they already had. Gentler had said scientists were working on how to go into space last time he was there, but they weren't in a hurry. Second, the place was cultured, and not just in the way that it clearly had a theme going on with anything and everything, it was also just highly... sophisticated. While there was occasionally a kitten in a hoodie or tee, or something more recent, it was all... in its own time. It had its own way of life, devoid of wasteland influence. A bubble, in essence.
Fear looked out over the rim of the ship they were riding on as they prepared to dock, Gentler steering it into the proper recess. One made for visitors. Their feline companion had told them that he would take care of enthralling whoever owned the space they took. Meanwhile all three ponies who'd come with were marveling at the pristine nature of the city they approached. Acrid had a familiarity for the city, as he had seen monochrome photos of the place in textbooks.
Faith and Fear were, simply, in awe. Their jaws hung open as they leaned on the railing, the youngest preparing to rush off into the city and get lost. Faith made sure to hold Fear in place so he wouldn't go scampering away.
Gentler whistled a jaunty tune as he drove them into position, before killing the engine and just... resting. “I never thought I'd see this place again if I'm being honest.”
Fear glanced back at Gentler, coming down off the railing and twisting a hoof. “Well we have Acrid to thank for this opportunity. We wouldn't have gotten here without him.”
Acrid, not comfortable with the appreciation the others were suddenly flooding him with, made a stupid joke. “I'm surprised it's not in a desert. Because you know, giant litter boxes.” His tone was facetious.
Faith immediately gasped in mock surprise, holding a hoof over her mouth, and teased the older stallion. “Were you hoping it was so you could continue having accidents when you get scared?” She was at ease, and eager to defend Gentler, even if all four of them knew the jabbing was in good humor.
The group laughed. Gentler felt so much nostalgia, those good feelings coupled with the contentment he felt at being with his some of his new family.
The cat had come so far, his tail was wagging a bit in excitement. The normally stoic Gentler Stoic felt enthusiasm blossom in his chest. Fear sensed that emotion as a blooming flower.
“Let's go you three,” Gentler called out, stepping out of the helm. Acrid moved to drop the anchor, while Faith used her might to get the bridge in place so they could get down to the pier. Fear in the meantime went down below deck, into the cabins, and gathered their gear. Gentler's backpack, Acrid's, Faith's, and his own saddlebags, as well as his sword and firearm, including the Alicannon, floating everything behind him in a small parade of items. While his family had teased him mercilessly while he was high on laxweed, making him say long, complicated words and watching him mess up and forget it immediately afterward, Fear didn't remember any of it and felt better than ever. It felt like his horn was better than new.
The four met up on deck and headed down to the pier, hooves and greaves clicking on wood. Even on the pier Fear could feel how... happy everything was, and also how stuffy it was. The three equines stood together conversing about what they were going to do once they got into the city proper, activities they were going to partake in once they were alone. Acrid took a moment to surprise Fear and ask him if he wanted to hang out with him the next day, just the two of them.
Fear was a little too dumb in that moment to realize what Acrid wanted was a date, even with the hopeful intent radiating off the older stallion, but agreed to it. Faith decided she might spend some time with Gentler getting to know the city from someone who lived there, while the other two explored. Then they started talking about what they were going to do together, today. Gentler had already offered to bring them to his home. Fear wanted to visit a park, see if it was good for meditation. Acrid was intent on seeing a gymnasium, wanting to know what kind of exercises Abyssinians performed as a whole for recreation. Gentler had spoken highly of Abyssinian yoga and gymnastics during one of their many traveling conversations. And Faith was blitzed out of her mind to see where these famous Abyssinian tapestries were made, wanting to see the production process for herself. It had been since never that Faith and Fear had seen industry at work, and for Acrid he'd never explicitly been privy to it, but he knew about it and had lived in a world where it was a constant.
Gentler came back soon after, smiling from ear to ear, a strut to his step after successfully getting their boat locked up. He moved up to Acrid and Fear, planting his paws on their foreheads and shoving them down like an older brother or a father. “Don't forget you three, we also have to visit the palace. I need to have an audience with the king and queen. Fear, you'll be coming with me.”
Fear spoke up first. “Why don't we go there first? I suspect we might be waiting awhile if we don't.”
Gentler stood up. “Sounds good to me.” He swiped a thumb across his snout and started herding the little ponies away toward the city proper.
Fear felt the stares of everycat intimately. They were not only being looked at in disgust, but intrigue as well. They were the center of attention for any of the cats that caught their eyes. Even though Gentler had his arms wrapped around them in order to keep them close and protected, it didn't stop the assortment of looks they were getting. Acrid was oblivious to it, too taken in by the sights. Same with Faith. Fear was too sensitive to it. He could feel immediately the emotional ripple the group was sending through the city. He could hear, and feel, cats talking about them. Whispering amongst themselves. Their intent was clear as day. Some were impressed that ponies had managed to make it to Abyssinia, others were confused, some were huffy, and the remaining either weren't sure what to think or were seeing it as the next big gossip item. Fear could hear a couple whispering about his size, about Faith's weapon, about Acrid's lightly colored punk dreadlocks and dark charoite fur. The three equines stood out like a sore thumb, not only from how colorful and intense they were (battle hardened expressions were clear in a society that was relatively sheltered) but also because of how dirty they were.
It wasn't until that point, when he heard someone talking about it, that he realized just how much the four of them smelled. It wasn't often you got to have a bath, unless you were in some place with society. Even wells had to be used infrequently because they weren't infinite resources. Only places with water talismans, enchanted artifacts that purified water, could spare that kind of use.
Fear frowned deeply.
Acrid noticed Fear was cowering, his tail between his legs, and decided to lighten the mood, pointing toward a house cat that was wandering down the street, called out to him, and nudged Gentler and the others in the side. He pointed to the cat, then pointed to Gentler. “Don't worry, sir, I'm with him.”
The domestic cat cocked his head to the side and meowed in confusion, while Gentler flipped Acrid off with both hands.
Fear was... shocked. And immediately snrrked before breaking out into full blown laughter at the silly situation. He bapped Acrid on the shoulder, looking between his companions. “That was mean. But very funny. Thank you.” He understood Acrid's intent to lighten the mood. That's how it always was. Even if it was at the expense of someone else.
Abyssinians still stared at the squad but Fear felt far more relaxed now as they headed toward the palace, walking through a farmer's market and seeing all sorts of fruits, veggies, and fish being sold. The fish were in trays of ice to keep them fresh.
Overall the sounds of society were prevalent around the squad as they followed Gentler's lead. It was impressive, and Fear was a little shy, a little overwhelmed from all the citizens around him. Acrid felt like he was home, and Faith remembered why she usually chose to stay away from big cities.
Faith decided it was good as a temporary thing though.
Gentler led his entourage up the steps leading to the magnificent gleaming palace and brought them to the double doors leading inward, made of precious metals. The guard on the left was a calico and did a double take upon seeing Gentler. Gentler just stood there with arms crossed over his chest, a sneer on his face.
“G... Gentler?” The calico was shell-shocked, his jaw dropping and eyes bulging out of their sockets. After a moment his slack hand caused the bejeweled spear he was holding to drop and clatter to the stone steps. Fear's cat companion had told him that the jewels in the weaponry did anything from harness the elements to doing the same things his own greaves and gauntlets did.
Fear's snide Abyssinian companion merely nodded his head once and held his arms out. The calico immediately lunged at Gentler, pulling him into a giant bear hug.
“I can't believe it's you! How!? How did you get back from Equestria!? How long's it been!? It's been so many years!”
Gentler shrugged his shoulders and pat his friend on the back. “Still guarding castle doors, Butters? I'd think you'd've gotten farther up the chain by now.”
Butters pulled away in a huff and shoved Gentler back a step. “Says you! You haven't made any progress because you've been away!” The two stared at each other with glares for a moment, before breaking out in laughter and embracing each other once more. Fear could feel the alleviation of tension in the air. The reunion was impressive, and in a way, divine.
Acrid lifted a hoof. “So, you going to introduce us to your friend there, Gentler?”
Gentler laughed loudly and pulled away from Butters, casting a hand out to his friends. “My friend, this is part of the family I've made while away in Equestria. Butters, meet Faithdriver, Acrid Root, and Fearei Shatter. All three of them have earned my respect twofold and impressed me beyond belief. If you need to get anything done, these are your equines.”
Butters chuckled. “High praise coming from Mister Damn Stoic over here.” He punched Gentler with a thumb and crouched down to be at eye level with the others. Faith was a little annoyed at the treatment, Fear didn't care, and Acrid was glad to not have to crane his neck. “What did you do to earn such words, my new friends?”
Fear cocked his head and twirled a hoof. “I don't know to be honest. I don't think it's really that big a deal.”
Acrid immediately interrupted. “I killed the Watcher.”
Faith, not to be outdone, added in. “And I've taken on my own fair share of foes alongside our friend Gentler.”
Butters laughed gaily and clapped two of them on the back. “Impressive! If what you say is true then our king and queen would definitely like to meet you heroes! I'll lead you in.”
The other guard meanwhile just looked on in envy and wonder.
Fear stuttered. “U-uh yeah, thanks. We really need to have an audience with them so if you could, please lead the way?”
Butters grabbed his fallen spear and barked out, “gladly!” And pushed the door open to lead them in, calling out behind him. “Relic, keep an eye on the entrance.”
Relic rolled his eyes and sighed. “You're on duty and shouldn't be leaving your post either.”
“Screw it Rel', nothing important ever happens here. It'll be fine.” He waved off his ally and lead the squad deeper into the palace.
Fear stared on in awe at the rooms deeper in. The only rooms that weren't made of glass and gold walls were ones that required privacy. The ones that were, were covered in fogged or shaded glass or glittering gold walls. All of it was gorgeous. The architecture of everything just seemed to... melt into an aesthetically pleasing way, as if every room was planned out for maximum viewing potential. The greenery deeper in also allowed for the sensation that they were among a tropical forest.
Gentler nudged Faith. “So cutie, what'cha think of my home?”
Faith snorted, shaking her head. “Cutie? Li'l old me? What do you want my opinion for?”
Gentler shrugged his shoulders amicably as his cloak fluttered behind him. “I don't know. It's your first time in a city this extravagant, and the way you've been looking at everything you seem impressed and uncomfortable all at the same time.”
Faith hummed. “Well, for one thing, it's much bigger than Friendship City and Tenpony Tower put together. It also has way more creatures. It's a little overwhelming. I moved away from the bigger cities for a reason, but being back in a place like this isn't wholly unpleasant, especially since more around here is on sale than just scavenged goods. I'm excited to see what I'll find in the shops.”
Gentler bobbed his head a few times. “Sensical.” He leaned down to Faiths' ear, arms crossed over his chest, ears giving a flick, whiskers quivering. “You still want to hang out with me tomorrow if we have time?”
Faith fluttered her eyelashes, a dominant, superior look to her eyes as she twisted to stare at Gentler. “Certainly. Just make sure not to flirt too much loverboy. It's unbecoming.”
Gentler stood up and blinked a few times. “Whatever you say Faith.”
Butters spoke up. “Have you seen Silken yet, Gentler?”
Gentler shook his head. “No I haven't Butters. We just got in actually. Our first order of business was to see the king and queen. Why?”
Butters threw his arms up. “It's pretty amazing. You remember how that foolish cat was always talking about how he was going to get into the lewd business? Well he finally did. He's selling sex toys nowadays.”
Gentler gaped. “No way. That's impossible. That uptight kitten?” He remembered seeing Silken in his vision of Abyssinia being vaporized.
Butters laughed. “He's really chilled out since you left. He's been also making homemade catnip oils for his shop. You wouldn't believe it. It's like all his strict energy has gone into making products.”
Gentler stared at the floor, realizing how much he missed out on, and then snickered. “You're going to have to tell me how everyone's been, Butters. Maybe we can catch up in a couple days. I got some sight seeing to do first. Then all us friends can maybe catch up if we're in the area.”
Butters clapped his hands together. “Sounds like a plan, Gengen!” As they approached another door, this one leading into a room covered in thick shaded glass, the Abyssinian leading them stood at the door and pushed it open. “You guys got here at a good time. It's walk in audiences right now. Knock 'em dead you four.” He gave them a thumbs up and stepped aside.
Fear was the first to step inside. He felt like the leader especially in the worst of times, and knew that while Gentler should be leading, he needed to make a good first impression with his confidence.
Let's see... what do Abyssinians admire in a creature? I remember this lesson from Nyx. Gotta portray grace in everything about what you do, keep body straight and erect, embrace regality. Show respect. If you look them in the eyes, remember to blink. A solid stare will appear to be disrespect and stimulate confrontation. Keep tail between legs to show deference. If you can, always clean up beforehand. Well that was a bust. If you can't, make sure to apologize thoroughly for your appearance and not taking the time to look your best. Fear thought a little harder. If an Abyssinian offers to share scents with you, that is the greatest honor you could ask for, do not decline. There were other special details but those were the main ones Fear recalled. His lessons with Nyx had been drilled into his memory more or less through practice.
The interior of the throne room was magnificent, covered from ceiling to floor in tapestries and carpets, vibrant stone made of sky blue glaze used for what floor wasn't covered in regal fabric. It was an eyesore to some, but to Fear it looked majestic and luxurious. It helped that every bit of fabric was warm to the touch. A snake could nestle in against it for hours.
Fear was about to speak as they approached the king and queen, both decked out in formal wear, far more formal than the citizenry, but Gentler stepped in front of him and held out his hands.
“Your majesties,” Gentler began, introducing himself with a sweeping bow, crossing his legs and holding out an arm, using another arm to beckon the others to do the same.
The others bowed low to the ground in the presence of royalty.
The king stood up from his throne, staring agape at the procession before him, holding a gemmed scepter in one hand. “Gentler? You're back? ...How?” There was a shocked tone.
Gentler smirked and took that as the cue to stand up straight. He adjusted his positioning a bit, wiping his snout and closing his eyes, staring at the floor. “Before I get into that, I'd much like to give an apology for our tattered, bruised appearance. I know it's important to look your best in front of you two, but I felt our message was a little more important than our attire.” He shrugged, looking up at the ceiling. “Besides, none of us have the proper clothing to be introducing ourselves to royalty. Nor do we quite have the... appropriate money.” Gentler's voice was soothing and charismatic. It was easy to listen to.
The king nodded once, lowering his hand. “That is much alright. I understand the gravity of the situation. Please, you lot, come closer. Let me see you. I take it you have either escaped the Watcher unharmed, or you have defeated it utterly.”
Gentler stepped to the side and motioned for Fear to come forward. Fear stared at Gentler for a moment, dumbstruck, before stepping forward. He swallowed hard and gathered his words together. Speak concisely. His mind worked in overtime. “I come into your majesty's presence with important news. I wish I could say this was a leisure appointment, but it is not. We had good reason to achieve what most would consider the impossible.” He bowed again, keeping his eyes off the king and queen, but he saw out of his peripheral that the king's tail was perked high in a friendly position.
“Go on...” The king spoke suspiciously, concern in his voice.
“We are here to save Abyssinia from an unexpected threat.”
The king took some steps back and sat in his throne again. “And what is this threat, young one?” There was a hint of respect in the king's voice. Clearly his subject Gentler respected this single pony much in order to use him as the spokesperson for the group. He was a little bothered that the purple and green one was constantly staring at him, but found himself impressed by Fear's behavior.
Fear looked up, his gaze flowing across the king and queen and glancing to the side, tail between his legs. “I hate to say it, but... zebras.”
The king's eyes narrowed. His shoulders shifted. There was discomfort. “You understand what you are implying, correct? The war has been over for nearly two hundred years, and you come to me telling me that zebras are once more a threat?”
Fear cast off his discomfort and nodded. “Precisely. I do not speak of this lightly, your majesties.”
The queen interrupted, testing Fear's mettle and manners. “The zebra are merely nearby to discuss trade agreements with us. What proof have you that they mean to attack us?”
Fear swallowed hard. It did not go unnoticed by the king and queen's keen ears. His sudden frayed nerves were clear to them both. “I do not have proof.”
The king stood up in defiance. “Then why come to us speaking of wartime nonsense? We are not hear to listen to the ramblings of a wasteland tainted equine! Gentler!”
Gentler bowed his head, but stayed silent.
“Gentler!”
Fear spoke. “Your majesty? If I may?” Fear bowed his head toward the ground.
The king stepped in place, and grimaced. “You know your manners, colt. Yes, you may speak.”
Fear looked up, his heart hammering in his chest. “I do not have proof, but I do not intend to force you to cast your hand in the situation that they are actually genuinely peaceful. I wish to go to them myself, and take care of the situation myself, if you are okay with it. I want to take full responsibility, and if I turn out to be wrong, you may take my head.”
The king stared intensely at the gray and purple young stallion. “You speak heavy words for a young colt. I can sense your nerves. Where, may I ask, does your confidence come from young one?”
Fear considered his words for a long time.
“Well?”
Fear's lower lip trembled. “To be honest your majesty, I am not certain. There are many sources. Everything from my compassionate, determined nature, all the way to the way I dive into everything head first. I do not see a reason I should hold back, and I do not have doubts in my abilities, in my knowledge. Your subject Gentler would never have put his faith and respect in me if he did not know that.”
The king hrmphed. “You make a keen point, young one. Your efforts seem pure. Someone with impure intent would not come to us and remain so calm, would not beseech us for help, nor would they offer to take such extreme responsibility for their actions.”
The queen spoke up next. “You may not have proof, but you have shown something more important. Integrity. While we cannot make a move on our zebra friends, we are willing to trust you because you are with Gentler, who is a citizen of ours.” She turned to Gentler. “Gentler, we are trusting in your integrity as well. We know you have grown up here, and have hardly any ill thoughts toward our zebra allies. If what you say is true, then we must at least take this young pony's offer to protect us.”
The king held his scepter out. “You are a very silent pony. This isn't comfortable for you, is it? What is your name, young one?”
Fear tapped a hoof on the rug. “Fearei Shatter, your majesty. I'm merely a humble pony from a broken nation. I have spent my life improving myself, and I am honored that you are willing to give me an opportunity to prove myself. I do not take this position lightly, and you will not regret it.”
The king sat down again. “How urgent is this matter, Fearei?”
Fear hummed. “Relatively urgent, your highness. We have at least a few days, maybe a month. I cannot discern for sure. But I do know that time is running out.”
King Leo leaned on an elbow. “Well, as dirty as you are, allow me to welcome you and your group into our presence, Fearei Shatter. We expect good things from you if everything is as you say.”
Fear's charisma bubbled up to the surface. “Forgive me for looking a gift horse in the mouth, sire, but may I ask why exactly you are putting your faith in me?”
The queen was the one who spoke, leaning forward. “Not only does Gentler's mere presence vouch for your validity, but despite having never been to Abyssinia before, you have shown the perfect behavior in our presence compared to your other two companions. Alongside that, the fact that you defeated the Watcher just to come here speaks volumes. The only thing you haven't done was apologize for your dirtiness, but that is acceptable. You have shown patience and wisdom, and have shown self-control in the face of adversity. If you are telling the truth, then you had every reason to lash out at us, yet you did not. That is not lost on either of us, Fearei Shatter. It is not just charisma that you have demonstrated, but a respect for our customs that not even Gentler has ever fully embraced.” She leaned back. “Is there anything else you wish to tell us?”
Fear was a little shocked. It showed in his face. “Well... I was wondering...”
“Wondering?” The king inquired.
“Now that the Watcher is defeated, would you be willing to help our wasteland recover?”
The king waved a hand. “Your wasteland is a lost cause to us. Financially and morally. There may be hints of civilization but the majority of it is broken and irredeemable. We wish to have no part in it. Gentler may have chosen to travel there, but he does not speak for most of us. The fact that the Watcher has been destroyed may even be a terrible omen for what is to come. We will have to step up sea patrols to make sure none of your species corruption creeps into our lands.”
Fear grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Even if you didn't have the self-control to not backtalk or question our decision, you should know that there is nothing that will make us change our minds. The only way we will ever aid Equestria is if the wasteland is eliminated and the lands return to the way they once were. Unlikely, but there have been stranger phenomena in our lands.” The king clicked the scepter on the armrest of his throne. “If you wish to speak, you may do so now.”
Fear shook his head. “No. Thank you though for the opportunity.” Fear stood up at his full height, exuding as much grace as his small body could, crossing a foreleg over the other. “By your leave, sire.”
The king gave a single nod of his head. “You are dismissed, Fearei Shatter. I wish to speak with Gentler alone first about his time in Equestria however.” It was clear it was going to happen whether Fear minded or not.
“As you wish, your majesties.” Fear bowed his head and turned around.
The queen called out. “Fearei Shatter, you are a respectable equine, it is difficult to believe it was the wasteland which sired you. If all in the wasteland were like you and your companions, we would be more willing to help.”
While that should've been a compliment, Fear found it to be more of a condemnation and insult as he left. What was the point in everypony being exactly like him? That wasn't how true friendship blossomed, he knew that by now. “Thank you,” he called over his shoulder with as much sincerity as he could muster, then left the throne room with Acrid and Faith in tow. Gentler stayed behind to tell the story of his time in Equestria.
As the doors closed behind the three, Fear let out a deep sigh, while the other two stared at Fear intently.
Faith murmured. “You did really well in there, Nightlight. I'm proud of you. You may not have been able to have full success, but you proved yourself a good equine. You took a lot on your shoulders and came out on top, all in all.”
Acrid grinned, slapping the solemn Fear on the back. “Indeed, you're a hero. You certainly showed us up in the manners department, it seems. Your training has really paid off. I've never seen such intense self-control, not even in my parents. I never cease to be impressed by you.”
Fear managed a small smile. “Thanks guys. I just wish I could've tried to convince them to help the wasteland. Maybe I should've backtalked?”
“No,” Faith disagreed. “You did the right thing. There was a lot riding on that single meeting, and you did your best. You couldn't get everything. It's not like we came to them at our best nor did we have room to negotiate. For all we know they were inches from kicking us out of their kingdom simply for being from the wasteland.”
Fear stood a little taller, ceasing his slump. “I suppose you're right.” It was true, Fear knew, the king and queen had been very close to that upon being told their allies were, in fact, their enemies.
“Hey, Fear,” Acrid stated, “don't worry about it too much. They're probably sheltered royalty. Compared to you and the princesses, and everyone else in the wasteland, they wouldn't last three seconds in the world you live in. They probably also haven't been put in nearly as difficult of decisions as you have.”
Fear sighed. “I just wish I could live successfully in their world too.” They probably endure much harder decisions than me. They run an entire COUNTRY They really shouldn't see me so highly after what I've done. But the others see me highly too so I guess it's okay. I really am blessed.
Faith pat Fear on the back, stroking over his spine. “Don't wish that, Fear. You can't be successful everywhere, and you're not supposed to be. If constant one hundred percent success was important in everything then I'd have to blame myself for not being enough for those I couldn't save and bring peace to.” She nudged Fear in the shoulder. “In all honesty you've brought more peace to my listeners with your real experiences than I usually do. So chin up okay?”
Fear's eyes were a little watery, but he nodded and hugged his two family members. “Thanks guys. All that's left to do is wait for Gentler I guess.” I wonder how they knew there were bits of civilization back in Equestria? I'll have to ask Gentler.
The group then discussed, with varying levels of interest, Fear's new novel. Fear did most of the talking, just trying to relax by rambling on about how he wished there was a sequel that went into the traumas of the protagonist's journey. Of him trying to overcome the depression that was likely to manifest once he finally started to relax, mirroring Fear's own journey but differently.
Gentler eventually came out, slumping forward and dusting off his pants a bit, before standing back up and sniffing hard, eyes closed. He took a moment, just opening his eyes, hooding them, and smirking to one ear, looking very at peace. The others just stared at him in questioning silence. “Good news.” He lifted a paw and twirled it around, looking at the backs of his fingers like he was admiring them. “Your little display in there, Fear, was respectable enough for them to grant my request to give us a stipend so that we can relax here in Panthera for a week or so. Well that, and my story.” His arm dropped to his side, then his hands slid up onto his hips. “I've gotta admit Fear, I remember when you were a little colt who did his best to prove himself and hardly had a manner to your name, just trying to be a friendly little ball of fluff.” He cocked his hips to the side.
Fear considered admitting he knew that Gentler had hyped him up after their visit to the environmental institute, but refrained.
“Now you're inspiring those around you with your self-control.” Gentler blinked once and shrugged emphatically. “It's a huge difference in just a few years. I'm impressed. Changelings really do develop quickly.”
Fear bat a hoof, feeling nervous and uncomfortable, wobbling where he stood. “Thanks, but I don't like it.”
Acrid lifted a hoof and slapped Fear upside the head. “Just take the compliment. You earned it.”
“I... suppose.” Fear proffered. “It just feels weird because there are so many other equines in the wasteland who never get the proper credit they deserve, and I feel like I'm cheating them out of what they need.”
Faith chortled a bit. “Oh honey. If they have friends I hope they tell them how much they're appreciated on a day to day basis. You can accept our compliments and admiration without worrying about those who deserve it more. There will always be someone who deserves it more. Doesn't mean we shouldn't offer those well wishes to everyone we know.” She set a hoof on Fear's head and lightly rustled his mane. “So it's okay, alright?”
Fear smiled tentatively. “Alright.” He turned to Gentler. “Thank you for the compliment Gentler. I think that's the first time you've directly done so, right to my face.” He shook his head in awe, lidded eyes glimmering. He felt tired. Self control wasn't easy. “By the way, I had a question.”
Gentler's face took on a curious countenance, uncrossing his arms from his chest. “Oh? What's that?” He tilted his head to the side, adjusting his positioning.
“I was wondering. How did King Leo and Queen Lisa know about the civilizations in the waste if they've both never been there, and also anyone who goes there is trapped?”
Gentler's diaphragm spasmed, letting out a small burp of laughter. “That's what's bothering you? I mean, you're very perceptive Fear but that seems like the least of your worries when you should just be taking some time to relax.” He looked at Fear's slightly defeated face and relented, sighing. “Eh. To be honest I only have theories. I'm not high up on the information chain, and never was. If I had become a knight maybe someday.” The cat set a hand on his hip and relaxed. “If I had to guess, they have ties to the Enclave, albeit weak ones. After all, it's unlikely the Enclave cut themselves off from everyone, including old allies.”
Fear 'oh'ed. “That sucks. I hope they don't intend to help them take over the wasteland someday.”
Faith had similar thoughts. Acrid was a little surprised.
“I highly doubt it Fear,” Gentler comforted. “To be honest I think Abyssinia royalty hates the Enclave simply because of how disloyal and cowardly they were. The Enclave tends to be very... oppressive, even with its own people from what I understand, in order to keep the peace and maintain their independence. I think the reason they're not apt to trade with others is because their leadership was traumatized by the war, and distrust of others and its own people merely became a tradition. The place is militaristic, so...”
“Wow,” Fear responded. “How do you know so much about them?”
Gentler just chuffed, rubbing a greave into the carpet. “We studied some of their history growing up. They're the only part of Equestria that our education system is familiar with. I always got the wrong impression from them, and felt they were cowardly.” He shook his head. “When I got there I realized I was more or less correct. It's insane what a little cowardice can do to a whole nation.” Gentler moved past Fear, placing a gauntlet on his head and mussing it up more. “I think that's what I like most about you, Spiral.”
Fear 'huh'ed, watching the Abyssinian go, Faith and Acrid following after him. “Thanks for that. I appreciate it.” He smiled a bit broader, feeling more comfortable about taking the compliment. Just because others didn't get the appreciation they deserved and he did, didn't mean he was a horrible equine. Like they said, and like he hoped, it was okay to revel in your friends' feelings for you. Fear galloped to catch up. “By the way, how are we getting the stipend funds?”
Gentler snorted. “It's being sent to my parents. They'll be helping us manage it for now due to the fact that we don't have much of a way to carry that kind of money. It's surprising, but it seems they're still doing incredibly well. My father's retired and working as a fisherman as a hobby, and my mother is still working as a jeweler for the kingdom.”
Fear thought back on what he knew about Acrid. “Salmon,” the name was pronounced as 'simon,' “and Clairity right?”
Gentler nodded, holding up a thumb. “Good memory Fear,” he purred.
“Any idea if your brothers and sisters are around? Maybe we can hang out with them when we go to your place.”
“I don't know, but I'll find out when we get to the house. For now let's just relax and enjoy the sights for awhile yeah? You need a moment to truly chill in society, Fear.”
And with that the group fell silent as they headed to their first destination, Gentler leading them. Even if I can't see eye to eye with the king and queen, I suppose it doesn't truly matter. I can still be friends with them and work on what I need to, Fear thought. For a moment, he was sure he felt Discord's gaze on him. He knew the draconequus was intentionally making his presence known, right as he'd had the thought. Maybe that's what he was supposed to learn here?
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Acrid grinned and raised a shoulder in resignation. “I know you wanna give back to us but you don't always have to give us a massage in exchange, Fear.”
Faith concurred with a nod. “It's true. Just the fact that it leaves more food for us and you still help us scavenge for the stuff is technically enough. Won't deny I appreciate it though.”
“Yeah,” Acrid confirmed. “And it's not like I even notice it anyway because I'm always asleep when you do it to me, as I asked.”
Gentler hrmed. “And it does feel rather nice all in all.” He tapped his fingers together.
Fear let out a purring noise in frustration by expelling air between his lips, lidding his eyes. “Allllright I guess. But to be honest I don't do it nearly as good as I should, I've never used Rose's techniques on you guys before.”
Faith chortled. “You do enough, it's okay to be a little lazy, Nightlight!” She shook her head in disbelief. “You try so hard, you can relax.”
Fear hummed and finally conceded. “Alright, if you guys say so. I'll try to focus on myself a bit more.”
“Finally,” Acrid sighed in relief as they finally came to the city park. It was a wide open expanse with a variety of rainforest trees scattered around. The place was humid and warm, halfway to a desert, but the trees provided something to climb on and exercise, as well as shade. Some cats were around sitting in the shade having picnics, others were playing games, everything from board games like Traitor in the Mountain and Unstable Wastelanders (what the fuck, Fear thought upon seeing it). ...To athletic games like Ogre Attack and Capture the Flag. The place was kind of filled, but it helped that the place was also extremely expansive. Fear felt a little awkward being in such a place of pure society, cats having fun and being relaxed. It was a strange juxtaposition to... his life, everything. These cats were so sheltered.
But Fear liked that. He liked that this society wasn't suffering like his. He hoped and prayed that his society would be like this too one day. It was such a drastic change in perspective that he felt more content than he had in awhile, and for once, after his chats with his family... he felt like he deserved to feel this way. It was okay. It didn't make him worse to feel comfortable. Maybe.
Fear wasn't sure.
As they walked through the park, taking a small hike, Fear realized this place was good for fun and making friends – everyone seemed really amicable despite looking at them with a sense of distaste and marvel. But it probably wasn't a fantastic place to meditate. He'd probably get conked in the head by a rubber dodgeball if he wasn't careful. Some felines were throwing a frisbee between each other, leaping around and competing with each other for style points in how they caught it. It was clearly all in good fun though. Fear breathed in deep, enjoying the fresh air – almost addicted to it, his hooves coming down on fresh, moist grass. Gentler told him the reason for how green it was, was due to the sprinkler system that popped up during the night when it wasn't raining.
The environment was so clean. So pristine. Even Acrid was a little surprised.
Further in they found a lake which was just as clean that some cats clad in bathing suits, ranging from swimming trunks to one piece suits, were swimming, playing, and splashing around in. The kittens had water wings.
Fear couldn't help but admire how easily society could be so... perfect. He knew it was far from that. It was as if it was captured in a dome far away from the real world, but he couldn't help but understand where the king and queen were coming from. They did not want their glorious... almost paradise. Being tainted. Fear wasn't sure he wanted to taint it either. He realized then that his behavior in front of royalty, in front of nobility, had been far more important than he first thought. Without that good first impression, they would have been kicked out as a danger.
Worst possible result was they were turned into the Enclave for killing the Overvalkying, with the end game being experimented on, in exchange for something else. Fear shuddered as the idea occurred to him – where had that come from? He felt like he'd dodged a bullet. This place wasn't as friendly as it first appeared. It was haughty, superior. But Fear understood why... and he didn't blame them for feeling that way. They acted as if they were more than they were, and they didn't help those who had less, but that was fine.
Before they left, Fear played a game of Chess with Gentler using a public board. He learned quickly, but even with his ability to sense intent was far too much of a novice to win against someone who was more experienced.
The journey through the park ended too soon, but Fear had a new perspective on life. He might not respect all the Abyssinians for their behavior, but he wasn't going to destroy their lands just because he disagreed with them. That was what a raider would do. He wasn't that anymore.
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“Is this why you came to the wasteland, Gentler?” Fear asked.
Gentler nodded as they came to the Panthera equivalent of the YMCA. “Indeed, Fear. I felt you guys needed more help than us. It wasn't all your guys' fault that that war destroyed everything, and it wasn't something you deserved to suffer for, forever.” Fear felt the compassion laced in the Abyssinian's voice. “I was in the minority. The king and queen didn't mind, though my parents tried to talk me out of it. I'd say we were lucky to have met the way we did, but I know now, from experiencing life with you, that everything was possible, and everything is happening simultaneously. And I'll be able to find out all the what ifs later. I know that now thanks to you.”
Fear didn't know what to make of that but ended up just smiling brightly, cocking his head to the side, closing his eyes, and taking it lightly. “No problem!”
Their feline companion got the squad some visitor passes, telling them to put it on his parents' tab, and they entered the facility proper through the pneumatic sliding glass doors. Shff. Fear, as usual, was impressed at the interior, how busy it was. He knew the pool was beyond the locker rooms, that was what Gentler had explained. They passed by tennis courts that could be used for more than just tennis, and break rooms that had some computer games in it. Fear wanted to do that the most, but that wasn't where Gentler was leading them. Acrid was the one who'd wanted to come here after all.
The group wandered through a few rooms, through a basketball court, a hoofball court. Only thing it seemed to be missing was an indoor hockey rink, which Gentler stated there was a stadium for that (not that anyone asked, because only Acrid knew what that was). When they got to the main gymnasium they learned it was two stories tall, with a track ringing the upper level, with a railing separating it from the lower. Fear didn't know the name for any of the equipment in the room, all of it made for bipedal creatures to practice their agility on. Fear wanted to try some of it. Some cats in there were busy doing stretches, like hamstrings or bridges, while others were hanging on bars, spinning around and doing stylistic movements, showing off feline flexibility. There was also so much more, including a vaulting board.
Gentler helped his pals do some stretches, the ones equines could do at least, and let them hang out on some of the equipment. Fear loved the vaulting board because it let him bounce in style. Gentler promised to show him a trampoline before they left. Fear was starry eyed.
Acrid enjoyed his little visit, and was impressed with bipedal exercises.
Faith felt a little uncomfortable but content. She was captivated by wonder as Gentler explained there were fields in the back of the building outside for things like soccer and other games. It was a huge facility.
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Faith just about started gushing once she saw the interior of one of the tapestry shops. The looms were not only jeweled to make the process of weaving weft and warp threads easier, but also made of fanciful polished wood to look as good and clean as possible. The tapestries themselves were incredible works of art showing images throughout history, and also just having general designs on them that made anything Fear had ever seen look boring. The clack of wood, the rustle of thread and materials, and the gentle shumpf and thunk of the looms in operation filled the air as fabric was being stamped together. The place was exotic, with colorful, healthy planters lining the walls and crystalline wind chimes clinking and tinkling together from the breeze. There were, what some would consider, cubicles filling the main work room, but they were more like mini workstations to give the weavers privacy and concentration, while machines around them helped provide and contain the fabric they used.
“Wow! It's so beautiful!” She stood behind one of the pretty, doll-like felines who worked her loom and watched her carefully, finding the process of it all rather entrancing, slow, calm, peaceful.
Gentler agreed. “Yeah, they put a lot of work into all of this. The fabric is made somewhere else, and brought to places like this to be woven.” He grinned from ear to ear. “I'm glad you like it Faith.”
Fear and Acrid busied themselves by looking over other weavers, with Fear also using telekinesis to examine some of the tapestries that had been finished, all sorts of glorious designs from the simple to the advanced and everything in between. It was impressive some of the sheer artistic images that the cats were able to emblazon on the tapestries. Were these even possible!? It seemed like various threads were interwoven to create the pictures. According to one of the workers who shooed Fear and Acrid away, those ones took the most work and time because the complexity of the designs forced creativity and extra effort.
The cats working intently on their designs weren't too pleased to have dirty ponies watching them. And that wasn't figurative, compared to everyone here, the squad was incredibly dirty. Their clothes and bodies sorely needed a wash, and the pleasant smelling air fresheners filling the place were a little overpowered by the scent of their exertion. It was like comparing apples and oranges, two aromas trying to overpower the other.
It wasn't long before they were forced to leave, but not until Faith used her charisma to convince one of the pretty felines to show her how to loom and give her a chance to operate the machine as well – with heavy supervision of course.
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The reunion with Gentler's family proved to be intense and full of good feelings that Fear easily got drunk on. Being introduced to parents, brothers, and sisters was catatonia inducing in a lot of ways, and Fear was uncomfortable about it, but he handled it better than in the past. Acrid easily got the others to warm up to him, and Faith was as calm and kind and motherly as ever, easily mingling with Clairity Stoic and swapping cooking tips with each other. Faith had read old scavenged cookbooks in the past. Not like she was ever able to really make anything. Which was why Clairity promised to show her how it was done.
Everyone got to enjoy a nice, warm shower full of nearly infinite hot water. Faith sung during hers. Acrid took a bath for old time's sake, and Fear sat in the shower just letting the liquid cascade over him and rinse him off. The shampoos were flowery and exotic, with a fruity afterimage to most of them. Gentler sighed in relief but hurried his so he could spend more time with his family and let the others have their time bathing.
Dinner ended up being deliciously spiced and seasoned fish of a couple different types, some veggies roasted with cooking oils. For dessert a couple incredible cookie sundaes were served, the heat and cold mixing together into a cacophony of flavor, combined with the chocolate chips, firm dough, and soft, melting vanilla ice cream. Discussion ranged from the guests' old pasts, to what Gentler's family did for a living and had been up to since his departure – of which no one still could believe he was actually back. It all felt like a fever dream. Belle, the mischievous feline who owned a prank shop, pulled the chair out from Fear as he was about to sit in it, and would later end up short sheeting Gentler's old bed to tease him. Skyler, who wasn't around, had become a Chief Operating Officer for a national airship company and was currently in another city (Gentler had called him a lucky sob). Lynxia was a manager and guide at a monster preserve, which Gentler explained to Fear was essentially like the Everfree Forest back home, but far tamer. Chowder, it turned out, was an up and coming top chef. Saria had achieved her dreams and become a multi-instrument performer for various concerts but what she really sought to do was make her own band. And Milo was a simple pet store owner who loved his job and hired someone to help with his taxes – Fear was able to relate to the difficulty at math.
Everything was a violent, chaotic maelstrom of activity and good times, seeping into the air around them and cloying Fear's sixth sense. The group of cats and equines ended up watching an old classic movie together, a volcano disaster flick. Fear and Acrid laid on the floor together, with Faith on the couch next to Clairity and Salmon, and Gentler laying on the back of the couch, the few others that were there sitting on the armrests and other chairs. The house was so cramped during it all, it was hard to move around at times, and there wasn't enough popcorn for everyone. Fear found he liked buttered popcorn the best.
While the brother and couple sisters who'd managed to make it for dinner were only there temporarily to greet Gentler and welcome him back for however long it lasted, they weren't there forever. Eventually others had to leave. And while everyone was psyched to see Gentler and meet his new family, they knew it couldn't last forever due to the very nature of the youngest son's visit, which was kept vague.
As things were winding down for the night, a discussion revolving around the nature of virtues popped up between Fear, Acrid, Faith, and Gentler. According to Gentler research had been done on virtues in Abyssinia years ago due to the information known about the Elements of Harmony, and how they were a source of power when utilized and magnified. That at their most powerful and unstable they had the potential for self destruction because of how they influenced the mind, but at their best, when concentrated and stabilized with friendship and peace, they were unbeatable power sources, and propagated through death. Philosophical discussions between the group were common after all, sometimes turning heated, usually calming down and ending in peaceful love.
Gentler went up to his old room to sleep, cursing Belle for short sheeting his bed, while Faith slept on the couch, Fear and Acrid going to bed in sleeping bags next to the TV.
It had been a long day, and when Fear's head hit the ground he passed out almost instantly. His heart was full, and he couldn't possibly imagine how the next day could be topped. It felt like it'd been forever since he'd experienced downtime quite like this. A vacation... maybe that's what he really needed.
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The night ended with finally summoning his tulpa in the flesh, so to speak. It had taken awhile to fully call upon and manifest her, but the practice seeing normally invisible things like the wavelength of a sun helped him to find that little bit of himself that had been hidden away for the longest time.
Storm's form, about twice as tall as Fear, stood in front of her 'son.' In reality, Fear was the father to this figure that had taken on aspects of his mother. Upon conversing with her, and letting her get a feel for not only her sentience, but also her sense of self. She informed him that she had indeed been touched by Storm's presence on the cusp of the afterlife, as well as Fear's impressions of his mother.
Luna told Fear that if he were ever able to truly manifest his tulpa in a magical form, she would be able to fight alongside him as a being made of pure energy, burning through the hardest armors in order to touch the leylines of an opponent and disable them on a metaphysical, albeit not soulful, level.
Fear laid some ground rules with his tulpa, which turned out to be unnecessary because she was the kind of figure that reacted to his thoughts, impulses, and desires. She would not come to him unless provoked, or in other words, spoken to and used. His tulpa called herself a tool. Fear...
Denied that identity. She was real to him, thoughts born of him, a facet of intelligent energy that belonged to him but was reserved for her use. A cut off section of himself intimately intertwined with his consciousness, and given life. There were no secrets between the two of them, but neither would Omega Storm, as he called her, come to him unbidden. She was no tool, he assured her. Merely a comrade. They would want similar things, and he would take care of her and feed her not only emotion, but experiences. And she would in turn help him to the best of her ability.
And so it was set.