This is an old chapter, one that hosts a character that I am not going to use again, nor am I allowed to use again. For now, it, and all other old chapters, will still remain visible, but they will not be canon or even truly used.

From now on, these old chapters will be left as a memoriam to the relationship me and Pyro once had.

The walk through the halls of the School of Friendship was mostly silent, full of rumination on both sides. They passed many students, all chatting, laughing and joking around like young teens are wont to do. However, when Fluttershy and Hamin came close, they promptly quieted, before turning to each other and muttering queries and the like about the new face.

Hamin barely paid any attention, focusing instead on the architecture in an attempt to let his mind cool down. 'Always thought the school looked nice in the show. It's good to see it looks as nice in person.' He frowned, almost instinctively placing a hand over the hilt of the blade sheathed at his waist. His eyes sparked with melancholy contemplation. 'Still hard to believe this is real. I mean, sure, I dreamed of coming here before, just like a lot of bronies, but...' He bit his lip, gaze falling to the smooth, carpeted white marble floor. '...I'm really alone now. More alone than I've ever been.' He let out a small self deprecating chuckle. 'And that's saying something.'

Fluttershy looked up at him after his chuckle, but when he waved it off, she simply nodded and returned her gaze forward, hooves clip-clopping on the cold floor.

'He seems so...defeated. I don't think I've met any pony or creature so sad.' She frowned, glancing up at him, then to his weapons. 'He looks like he's some kind of fighter, but...' She glanced to the snow white, linen cloak draped around his person. '...A wanderer too. A mercenary, maybe?' Her frown deepened as she looked away. 'I can't imagine how hard that is for him.' Once more, she glanced his way. ‘And I can’t say I’ve ever seen a creature like him before...could he be alone? I didn’t see any mares with him...’

“You, uh, having fun staring at me?” Hamin asked, looking to her with a raised brow.

Fluttershy’s face flushed crimson, and she snapped her head back to the hallway ahead, hiding behind her hair with an adorable squeak.

Hamin chuckled lightly. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind.” He jerked a thumb to himself. “It’s normal to stare at things that are out of the norm. So don’t sweat it.”

Fluttershy shook her head. “I-I-I wasn’t-! You aren’t-!” She flushed a deeper red and looked away. “N-N-Nevermind…”

Hamin, still smiling, simply shrugged. “A’ight.” He turned his gaze forward. “So, how much further-OOF!” Suddenly, a flash appeared above him, and immediately after a hole appeared and a black figure shot out, knocking him to the floor with a ton of force.

“Ugh...there goes my bones…” Hamin groaned, before looking up and seeing a woman in a black and purple bodysuit, gold gauntlets and leg armor glinting. A matching, four-finned helmet adorned her head, a brown, tattered cloak resting across her shoulders. Hamin’s eyes widened. “Woah, hey, are you okay?” He asked, carefully sitting up in a way that hopefully wouldn’t hurt her.

The woman's eyes opened slightly, seeming very dim. She tried to move but stopped immediately as dozens of slash-like marks appeared over her body, revealing purple and black code underneath. Little squares matching the color of her suit and flesh drifted off her, fading as they got further from her.

"...Where…?" She started only to go limp, her head lolling back as her eyes closed.

“Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!” Fluttershy rushed over, looking the woman over. “What happened to you?”

Hamin, seeing all the slashes, immediately went into emergency mode. “Not the time! We need to get her a doctor, or a magical expert!” Hamin instructed, getting up. “We’ll have to postpone my problem for now. Where’s the infirmary, or the nurse’s office or whatever?” He picked the woman up in his arms, holding her bridal style.

“R-Right! This way!” Fluttershy nodded somewhat shakily, but zoomed down the hallway nonetheless.

Hamin followed right after her, booted feet pounding on the carpet as they ran. “I don’t know who you are…but you better get through this, lady…”

The door to the nurse’s office burst open.

“Quick! I need a magical theory specialist, a doctor, and a programmer!” Hamin shouted.

“Now why in the world would you need a-” Nurse Redheart lowered her book from her muzzle only to see the unconscious woman, her wounds still leaking code. “Oh. Oh Celestia!” Redheart dropped her book, galloping over and looking at the wounds. “What...What happened? What even is...this creature?” She looked to Hamin, eyes widening. “What even are you?”

Hamin growled. “Stop gawking and get to work! You have a heavily wounded patient here!” To emphasize his point, he gestured to her wounds and her paling face.

“R-Right!” Redheart pointed to a table in the center of the room. “P-Put them over there.”

Hamin nodded, walking over and placing the strange woman on it. He then snapped his head to Fluttershy. “What the heck are you doing? Go get those specialists!”

Fluttershy ‘eep’ed, nodded, then flew off. That done, Hamin looked to the woman and her wounds. He could feel himself get the tiniest bit dizzy, but pushed through it nonetheless. “We need to find a way to stop the bleeding first.”

Redheart nodded. “R-Right. Put pressure on their wounds, I’ll get the bandages!”

Hamin looked to the woman, frowning as he heard Redheart scurrying to find the right medical supplies. ‘Can’t say I know this’ll work, but...If it means she lives, then that’s all that matters.’ With his heart and mind made up, Hamin applied pressure to the two biggest wounds on the woman’s body.

However, to his surprise, the code wasn’t bleeding, it was disappearing. Aside from that, it mostly stayed inside her. “Wait, what?”

Redheart came over, bandages in hoof. “The bleeding isn’t stopping? That’s not good!”

Hamin shook his head. “No, it’s not bleeding, it’s just… I don’t even know.” He then noticed some of the code that did fall off and disappear reappear where her wound was. “It almost looks like it’s...repairing itself.” He frowned, realization dawning on him like God had smacked him upside the head with a book. “I’m not even sure we can do anything.”

“What in Celestia’s name do you mean? Of course we can! We just-” Redheart tried to argue, but Hamin raised a hand to stop her.

“Do you have space travel?” He asked firmly, looking her in the eye.

Redheart tossed the bandages on the floor. “What the buck does that have to do with this?! We have a patient-!”

“Answer the question,” Hamin said with steel in his tone.

Redheart growled, mane fraying. “No! Of bucking course we don’t! Space travel is fiction!”

Hamin nodded. “Good to see where you are all at, then.” He looked back to the woman. “That tells me straight up that you all don’t have anywhere near the right tools or technology to help her heal faster. And I don’t either, for that matter.”

Redheart’s face seemed to burn with anger, her face flushed red. “WOULD YOU MAKE SOME BUCKING SENSE?!”

Hamin glared at her. “Alright.” He raised two fingers, one on either hand. “This is your technology level.” He shook the finger on the right hand. “This is the level of tech that she is made out of.” He shook the finger on the left hand. “The distance is way too far. She is literally a being made up of the code you guys probably use for video games. And video games are honestly the most advanced thing you have.” He raised a brow. “Am I wrong?”

Nurse Redheart ground her teeth together loudly. Hamin sighed. “Look, trust me, I’m not trying to make you angry, and I cannot tell you how much I hate that I can’t help save a life that’s right in front of me. But we. Can’t. Do anything.”

Redheart glared fiercely into his hazel green eyes, her own teal ones shimmering with anger. He met the glare with his own easily. Neither backed down for the longest time, to the point one almost thought they’d be there all day. But, eventually, Redheart groaned and fell back on her plot, waving him off. “Fine. Fine! But if she dies-”

“She won’t,” Hamin interrupted, looking to the woman.

Redheart sighed. “And you know that how?”

“She won’t,” He repeated simply.

Redheart sighed once more. “Fine.” She stood up, then walked over to the door. “I’m going to help find professionals either way, though.”

He didn’t say anything, even as she left and the door closed. Slowly, however, his fists clenched, his gaze on the woman hardening. “...Please...let me make a difference. Don’t let her die...”

Whether his plea was heard or not, he didn’t know.

He only hoped.