>For the past half-hour you and your fellow "Witcher", Gilda, have been searching high and low for any trace of the Leshen.
>Suffice to say, it has been a very quiet one despite Gilda's personality.
>Throughout the entire journey you can't help but glance at the "ranger" every opportunity you can. Even in spite the griffon medallion and the cat eyes, the feeling of unease doesn't vanish around her.
>Sure the fact that she's a fellow Witcher means you don't have to worry about her safety as much as before, but you can't help but ask the obvious.
"So, they're letting women become Witchers now?"
>Gilda scoffs, "What? You trying to trigger my feminist side?"
"No, just the mutations and the Trials..."
>"That bondage shit? Fuck, don't remind me."
"Last I remember the mutagens don't work with women. Unless you're a..."
>"Dude, don't even go there."
"I don't know, now that you say you're a Witcher I'm starting to see some more mascu-"
>"You do not want to make me drop my pants to prove it to you." she warns you.
"As if that'll really prove anything if you're post-op. I hear they're getting pretty convincing now."
>"Fuck you."
>The mist starts to become a bit denser as you enter deeper into the trees and you can hear the occasional bird flying past you.
>You wouldn't be surprised if that thing was watching you right now.
>"Things have changed since you were last at the Keep. Guess the old man and Mr. Magical felt that it was becoming a sausagefest over there every winter and decided to change things up."
>You doubt that's the entire story even if the lack of women during the winter gatherings has always been a common complaint with the others.
>Especially among the few Cats that decided to show up. Ugh.
"How many women are in your school?"
>"Including me? Three others. The other two are the gayest dudes you'd ever meet though."
>Chopping a low hanging branch, Gilda kneels over and brushes her hand over a tree.
>Moving the foliage aside she points at four large gashes left through the bark.
>"Getting close..." she says with a wicked grin.
>But the expression quickly vanishes as Gilda takes a few moments and looks around unsure of something.
"Well?"
>"Er... I never really paid attention on how to find the rarer monsters. All I signed up for was a get-out-of-juvie for free card."
>Rolling your eyes you facepalm.
"Somehow I believe that."
>Gilda slow claps, "Well looky here, the Wolf-man can not only tell jokes, but also is a sarcastic motherfucker. And here I thought you just a had a stick up your ass the entire time."
>Stepping past her, you ignore her comments, close your eyes and open your ears.
>There's a large gathering of crowing birds to the north of you. 
>Must be where the creature is trying to recover.
>As long as you follow your current course you should be at the heart of the leshen's territory.
>Minutes pass by in silence as you two stay wary of any ambushes.
"So machetes?"
>Gilda shrugs.
>"Like I said I ditched the other swords back at my place and this was all I had on hand on such short notice."
"Yet you had relict oil for just such an occasion?"
>"Nah dude, someone sent it to me a few weeks ago. Let word slip there were a few mysterious disappearances and shit up here and I decided to look into it. I'm guessing because someone up there still thinks I have the stupid swords."
>You turn your head and give her a dumbfounded look.
"So that's how you got the shotgun and explosive ammo for it? Since when did *he* give us equipment for our jobs?"
>"I don't know, but how else do you think I got my shotgun? Can't buy that at the local gun store. Especially with my record."
>You knew that *he* was well funded in order to revive the Witchers and their mutagen formulas but this is something else.
>You end up shaking your head.
"Times have changed I guess if the Doyen doesn't have to make us get our own gear anymore."
>"Yeah you old timers sure had it rough." she says sarcasm dripping from her tone.
"So how exactly do you get paid then? I'm assuming you send him a trophy from the monster?"
>"Yep, killed a werewolf two states over and sent the head in. Got paid the next week. Though he really wants trophies for some reason, heard one of the Bears sent in those mutagen things recently and got like two thousand."
>Even the Bears are in on this? Where the hell have you been all this time?
>This must have started recently in the last three or four winters. Because you haven't been back at the Keep in that time.
"How much did you get?"
>"Almost seven grand."
"..."
>You scratch your chin with a finger.
"You wouldn't happen to know how much he would pay for a Katakan would you?"
>Gilda is surprised at the implication of the question.
>"Aw dude if you killed one those things, that's like twelve grand right there for its head!"
>You die a little inside. Had you known you would have gotten that much you wouldn't have tossed everything into a firepit.
>Goddammit.
>Putting the thought to kill yourself aside, you move onto a different matter. However you do make a mental note to bring it up when you get back home.
"So how much would a leshen head go for?"
>"Eh, give or take just as much."
"We split it?"
>Gilda goes silent and stops.
>"No way dude this was my thing. If anything you're just backup. Most I'll give you is maybe a third and I'm only doing that cause I like you."
"I'm doing most of the work here. I should get at least half."
>"Fuck you." she says flipping you the bird. "If I had just let you kill it yourself you might have just done what the Bear did and wasted the trophy."
"Weren't you the one who fired an explosive round point blank at its head to kill it?"
>Gilda eyes widen then she drops her head in embarrassment.
>"Well I don't really care for this monster hunter shit in the first place."
"Then why are you here?"
>"Because I was bored sitting on my ass all day?" she says likes it the most obvious thing in the world. "Plus the pay ain't bad."
>Your tolerance of her begins to reach its tipping point at her brazen attitude. Especially for her treating all this like a game when blood has been spilled.
>You think back to Fluttershy crying and how much this night will scar her and the others.
"So I'm going to ask right now: Why haven't you already taken care of this before it got so out of hand?"
>The tone in your voice becomes low and menacing, catching Gilda off-guard.
>Gilda diverts her eyes and doesn't respond to your question.
>Of course she doesn't have a response.
"Because the way I see it you couldn't despite the training you went through; and judging from the familiarty with the forest you've shown, you've been here long enough to know the terrain for at least few months maybe."
>"Shut up Wolf." she says at almost whisper level.
"Admit it, I'm making more progress in finding this monster in a few hours than you could in a month. You didn't even realize those totems belonged to the leshen."
>The Griffon witcher scowls, "Shut up."
"Your first clue should have been your medallion reacting to the magic. Not only that but you didn't even know how to track the thing until I got here. If you were really a Witcher this job could have been done in a day."
>Gilda clenches her swords tighter as you dress her down.
>"I said: Shut. Up."
"You treat this like a game when its far from it. You may have the medallion but you sure as hell aren't a real Witch-"
>Gilda immediately throws her left arm at you as a concussive force knocks you off your feet and into a tree.
>"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" she yells out brandishing both machetes. "I didn't deal with all the experimentation crap just to be told off by you! Draw your fucking sword and I'll show you who's a real goddamned Witcher!"
>You flex your jaw before getting up and switching your silver for your steel sword.
"Is this really the best time to be doing this? Right now?"
>"Looks like it dweeb."
>Bringing your blade up, the two of you are interrupted by a flock of crows circling above you.
>Gilda's Aard must have gotten the Leshen's attention.
>The birds scatter in different directions and land on the tree branches overhead to watch the two of you.
>You sense motion coming from your left and turn your head.
>The silhouette of the monster walks past one tree and dissapears behind another, only to teleport to another set of trees before vanishing again.
>Beast is trying to psyche you out it seems. You switch your swords out again and prepare yourself.
>Without looking away, you whistle to get Gilda's attention.
"First one to kill the thing gets the trophy?"
>"You're on loser." Gilda answers.
>The leshen walks out of the shadow of another tree and presents itself to the two who dare to enter its domain.
"Count of three... One."
>"Two."
>"Three!" the both of you call out at the same time.
>The two of you break off towards the leshen as it digs its forearms into the dirt.
>Avoidng the roots that shoot up from the ground you vault over them and towards the beast.
>Cutting its arm it recoils, pulling out its earthed arms.
>Gilda takes the opportunity to roll underneath and pulls off a flurry of blows with the two machetes to its right leg.
>The leshen roars in pain as it scatters into another flock of birds before reappearing a few feet away from you.
>Suddenly the familiar sound of snarling wolves alerts you as a new pack of them run out from deeper into the forest.
>You're getting really sick of it calling these attack dogs.
>Killing the first one that charges at you, you dodge another attempting to tackle you from behind.
>They all scatter as you turn around as your medallion tugs at your neck.
>Ducking under a swinging log of an arm, you roll under the attack and go for its left leg with three fast slashes before you have to avoid another blow.
>A trio of wolves try to attack Gilda but only get stopped in their place as a simple Axii sign later they become dazed and confused before attacking each other.
>While they try to bite each other's throats out, Gilda instead takes the moment to do it for them as she cuts them down in a bloody display.
>"C'mon Wolf, age getting to you already?"
>In one motion, Gilda slides through the gap between the leshen's legs and brings both of her blades into the back of joints.
>As the relict falls to its knees she uses both hands to cast an Igni at the monster.
>A large swathe of fire engulfs the leshen as Gilda focuses her energy into keeping the flames going.
>In desperation, the monster tries to backhand her only for Gilda to drop a Yrden sign before retreating behind a rock.
>Recovering from the fire, the leshen charges at her as she returns the favor by vaulting over the rock, over the leshen and casting Aard when she's above it.
>The energy of the sign propels her upwards as she uses gravity to her advantage for a plunging attack.
>Sticking both her weapons into the hide of the creatures upper body, she pull out one of the blades and begins hacking at its neck as the monster tries to throw her off only to run into the Yrden trap.
>"Aw man if I was a guy I would be SO hard right now!" she boasts out laughing as she repeatedly digs her blade deeper and deeper.
>Despite the slowed reaction time though, Gilda eventually jumps off before the creature slams itself into a tree and rolls into her landing before getting back up.
"Hah! Beat that Wolf!" she proudly shouts giving you another gesture with her middle finger.
>In spite of the showy and ostentatious nature, you won't lie that the amount of stamina she must have to cast all the signs after one another is impressive.
>Guess the Griffon school really does make great use of its specialization in Signs.
>Her swordsmanship skills are wild though. There are about five openings in each of her attacks that someone skilled could take advantage of.
>You'll make a note of that for later.
>Without warning though the crows begin clawing at Gilda and you when you notice the leshen leaning into the tree and discretly burying its arms into the dirt again.
>Distracted by the leshen's avian allies prevents Gilda from realizing this.
"Gilda watch out!"
>Spinning around, Gilda goes wide eyed as the pointed roots explode from the earth to impale her.
>Quickly casting the alternate Quen sign, a golden shield takes the blow and shatters, sending Gilda crashing into a nearby oak tree and dropping her swords in the process.
>She cries out in pain as she grips her arm. Blood seeping down from a cut on her forehead before she passes out.
>Guess that's the limit to her stamina...
>With one opponent out of the way, the Leshen lumbers towards you as she remains motionless.
>Shit.
>Driving your sword into the last wolf, you watch apprehensivly as the leshen approaches you.
>The ends of your neck hair rises as a snarling from your right alerts you a wolf pouncing ontop of you knocking your weapon from your hands.
>Wrestling with the animal you struggle to keep its maw from ripping your throat out.
>Keeping its jaws shut with your hands you carefully grip one side of its head and twist. The wolf's neck resounds with a sickening crack as the canine goes limp.
>Pushing the dead beast off of you you grab your blade as another wolf jumps into the fray and chomps down on your forearm.
"GAH!"
>Gritting your teeth you take your blade and drive it into the creature and ending its life.
>Blood seeps from the bite wound through your jacket sleeve and down your hand.
>Just what you need.
>Brandishing your silver sword, you keep your eyes on the leshen who just stares at you.
>Dashing forward you dive under an overhead sweep and slash at the monster's leg.
>Your sword easily cuts through the wood flesh as the oil coating magnifies the pain the monster feels.
>In retaliation it slams its right arm into the ground as a large root spike digs underneath the surface.
>You feel the earth under your feet rumble as the roots circle around you.
>Watching the ground, you spot the faintest movement in the grass as the root digs itself out and dodge the oncoming spike.
>Suddenly another spike comes up from behind you and pierces your side just under the chain layer inside your jacket.
>Before you can react more roots wrap around your legs as the leshen pulls back its arm for the finishing blow.
>If that connects...
>In desperation you toss your sword towards the monster.
>Arcing in the air the blade lands point into the leshen's chest causing it to stumble back. Easily recovering, the leshen chooses that moment to raise its arms up and prepares to vanish again.
>Taking advantage, you grab a dimeritium bomb from your belt and ignite the fuse.
>Tossing the bomb at its feet the explosive detonates and spreads a greenish cloud around the area.
>Green sparks arc between the floating dimeritium dust and negating all magic within its influence.
>Confused, the monster tries to swat away the dust while you grab your steel sword and chop yourself free of the roots.
>Gritting your teeth you cut through the large root keeping you pinned to the ground.
>Stumbling forward you place a hand over the plant stuck inside your torso and fight through the pain.
>Retreating behind a tree, you give a once over of your injury. Keeping in mind the time for the dimeritium dust to dissipate.
>Dammit, you're gonna lose too much blood if you take this out and a potion is going to do its job way too slowly.
>You're not looking forward to taking it out...
>Peeking around the tree the leshen is still trying to get rid of the bomb dust until it spins around and exposes its back to you.
>The green sparks become less frequent as the dust fades from sight.
>Crap, the dimeritium is wearing off.
>With no time to lose, you grab the trophy hook from your belt and jump onto the leshen's back.
>Clawing the hook into its shoulder joint you hang on for dear life as the monster tries to grab you. In the process of trying to throw you off it exposes the wound on its neck.
>Securing yourself, you bring your hand next to the wound and immediately cast Igni.
>Fire enters the wound and fills its inside with flames. The effectiveness is only emphasized as pillars of fire exits the empty eye sockets of the deer skull.
>The leshen roars as it tries one last time to get you away before they going limp and collapsing to its knees.
>You safely hop to the ground as the creature falls backward and onto the ground. Heavily injured but still alive barely clinging to life.
>Walking up to the unmoving beast, you yank out the silver sword in its chest.
>It struggles to move as you bring your sword down and separate its head from its shoulders.
>All signs of life stop as its body crumbles into dead rotting wood and falls apart. 
>You yourself collapse when the mist around you starts to vanish. The birds spectating you waste no time to fly away.
>The few dogs from the pack that are still alive circle around you. Gripping your blade by its hilt you challenge their resolve.
"Go ahead. Make your move."
>You give them the one in the lead position the most threatening glare you can muster.
>The wolves back down and scatter.
>Letting out a sigh of relief you lean back into the crook of the tree and finally take the opportunity to tend to the large branch in your abdomen.
>Setting your sword to your side you grip the root with both hands and grit your teeth.
>With the remaining strength you have, you pull out the branch in a bloody spray.
>Putting pressure on the wound, you pull out the Swallow vial and pour it over the wound.
>With that taken care of, you relax and black out from exhaustion as the potion does its work.
 
>Shooting awake, a ray of sunlight momentarily blinds you as you get your bearings back.
>You wince in pain as you feel the newly developed scar at your side where the root impaled you.
>Limping over to the dead monster's corpse, you retrieve your sign of victory and attach the dead monster's head to it.
>When you hear a groan of pain behind you, you realize that Gilda's still here.
>"What... what the fuck..." she mumbles.
>You won't lie, you have a great opportunity to just take the reward and go.
>...
>Sighing you take out the second vial of Swallow from your sword strap, you toss it at her.
>Catching it in her hand reflexively, she grimaces and peeks at the liquid before drinking the potion.
>The veins around her face pulse darkly for a few seconds before vanishing.
"Better?"
>"Nggg... stuff tastes like ass."
"Yeah, you're better." 
>Spitting out some of the potion in her mouth, she scowls as her eyes drift towards the head at your side.
>"..."
"I'll send this to the old man and tell him we *both* killed it. You'll get half and I'll get half. Don't argue. Don't complain. I'm in no mood for your shit."
>She doesn't say anything as she grabs her abandoned machetes and hobbles off towards the camp.
>Stopping after a few steps, she turns her head but doesn't look you in the eyes.
>"Don't expect me to suck your dick as thanks."
"I get the vibe you don't swing that way. We'll talk when we're out of here."
>She smirks, "Heh, guess you're not a total asshat."
>Following her, the two of you limp back away from the clearing and leave it behind.
 
-----
 
>You hear signs of activity beyond the trees as you near the campgrounds with Gilda.
>Blue and red emergency lights oscillate brightly as you crouch low and hide behind a bush.
>Gilda curses.
>"Shit, it looks like the cops are here."
"Celestia was good on her word."
>Before she goes out into the open you tug her back by the shoulder.
>"What?"
>Looking over yourself and Gilda, your clothes are ripped and covered in dried blood. Overall not the most inconspicuous look.
>Not only that but you each wield two large blades.
>Things might get a little awkward and you have no urge to start a fight with emergency personnel.
>You see state rangers prowling the campgrounds as well as a few medical teams providing aid to some students wrapped in blankets.
>No sign of the ones you call your friends yet, but most likely they're still around somewhere.
>"Dammit..."
"What?"
>The Griffon Witcher points, following her gaze you see what she's frustrated about.
>One officer walks by holding her AA-12 along with a bag most likely containing the other pieces that belong to it.
"Cry about that later. Right now we're gonna have to answer a lot of questions if we're spotted since we're covered in dry blood."
>"Dude, we can just use Axii on them."
"All of them? I count around twenty officers, ten paramedics, eight firefighters and a couple of dogs. And those are the ones I can see. And I know for a fact that Axii can't work on that scale unless you were a mage."
>Gilda scoffs, "Whatever..."
"Best bet is to camp out in the forest until it gets a bit darker or activity slows down. Last thing I want is for them to confiscate the trophy."
>"Yeah, that would suck."
>You both watch the emergency crews do their job as they sweep the camp.
>"Well this'll get boring, we can just sneak our shit into the ranger station."
"Better than just waiting around in the trees."
>Carefully, you two retreat back into the woods making sure to avoid the sniffers and their handlers.
>Walking around the campgrounds the long way, you two easily make it to the shack without any difficulty.
>Unlocking the door, Gilda enters the building and flips the switch up and down by the door.
>An overhead light goes on and off in response.
"Power, it's back on."
>"No shit. You're investigative skills are uncanny Wolf."
>Dumping her machetes on the floor with a loud clank, you opt to place your swords in between the gap of the ranger desk and wall.
>"Welcome to Chez Gilda." she says flopping onto the couch.
"Quaint."
>Taking your seat in one of the wooden chairs, you take a moment to relax after last night.
>"Beer?" she asks pulling an unmarked bottle out of a cooler marked "Gilda's property, touch and die".
"Pass. Normal stuff doesn't do anything for me anyway."
>"C'mon, this a special home brew I got from one of the Viper Witchers. Guaranteed to give even us a nice buzz."
>From a Viper huh?
>They're usually pretty good with alchemical stuff. Guess it also translates to brewing drink too.
"Give it here."
>Taking the bottle you pop the lid and take a sip.
>The taste hits you like a freight train as you nearly gag.
"Ugh... White Gull... mixed with vodka?"
>"Heh, you know it." she says proudly before taking her own drink.
>Looking at the bottle it dawns on you how long it's been since you've actually had a "Witcher brew".
>Last time was when you got together with your brethren during the winter... four years ago.
>Not a long time considering your slower aging, but still a while.
>"So how long we gotta wait?"
"After our drink then we head back. So long as no one comes in here."
>"Right."
>Sitting in silence and drinking, you've started to feel the effects of the alcohol in your system.
"So how long have you been doing this?"
>"The Witcher stuff?"
"No your fake stint as a forest ranger. What do you think?"
>"Four years since our group got cut loose into the wide wide world."
"How did you even get recruited anyway?"
>"Eh, was in Juvie when some dude was skulking around the facility. Talking with most of the others offering them the same deal."
"Surprised no one else took it."
>"Fuck, dude was so creepy everyone didn't want to risk it. Like some serial killer sort of shit."
"And yet you took him on his offer?"
>"What can I say I like to take risks." she laughs before taking another drink. "Still they put me through hell to get to this point."
>Memories of the Trials flood back into your mind.
>The "tea" they gave you.
>The ones who died because their bodies couldn't handle the mutagens.
"How many made it?"
>"All except four."
>Her mood becomes slightly somber after answering.
>You both sit quietly and continue your drinks after that.
>The sun begins to peek into entrance of her now "personal" girl-cave when Gilda decides to break the silence.
>"So... wanna do it?"
"Excuse me?"
>"We got time to kill. I'm bored."
"So the first thought is to have sex with a stranger? While law enforcement is outside?"
>"I know, the risk, hiding out from the cops always got me super turned on."
"You can’t be serious."
>"Eh." she shrugs, "Hell if it ain't gonna be you I may as well get one of those dweeb cops outside and take him or her for a ride."
>You just awkwardly shift in your chair.
"I'm in a relationship already."
>She genuinely looks surprised at your response.
>Sitting up, she leans closer, "So who is it?".
"..."
>"It's someone at the camp ain't it?"
>Your lack of reply confirms her question.
>"Bwhahaha! Dude aren't you like in your thirties or something?"
>You scowl at her and stand.
"I'm gonna go."
>"Aw dude, I'm just pulling your leg, geeze." she says.
>Sitting back down, your mood has been soured.
>"..."
"..."
>Gilda leans back into her chair and groans.
>"I'm still bored."
"Then take a nap."
>"That's lame AND boring."
>You opt to ignore her.
>"Offer's still on the table. You know how us Witchers have more stamina and endurance. Could be something."
>She raises her eyebrow up and down and smirks.
>As to add to the temptation she begins raising her shirt, holding it just low enough that she could go on but only with your answer.
>"Y'know you want to. Or are you a fag?"
>You sigh.
 
>Looking at your watch you've wasted enough time.
>Putting your empty bottle aside, you rise up only to stagger a little.
>"Here." Gilda says handing you a small white philter. "Can't have you going back all shit-faced."
>You immediately recognize the contents inside.
"White honey?"
>"Yeah, keep a few vials in here just in case the overlords here decided to end my breaks prematurely."
>Fixing her shirt she downs a vial of the white stuff, hissing a bit as it goes down her throat.
>Slapping herself, she gets a serious look on her face.
>"Gonna take a leak." she says heading outside.
>Taking your own vial, the concoction goes down your throat in the most unpleasant way possible.
>When you're sure she's gone, you eye the trophy at your hip and unhook it.
>You still don't fully trust Gilda. Especially with that attitude of hers.
>But right now you don't have anywhere to put it.
>Sighing, you place the head inside the locker room above one of the lockers.
>To anyone else it might look just like a weird art project. Hopefully no one will think otherwise.
>You exit the building without your weapons and meet Gilda outside.
>The witcher/forest ranger is already chatting with one of the local law enforcement.
>"Dude, I spent all of last night having to find... *this* little shit after he got lost in the woods."
>"Then why didn't you report back when we sent out a radio call?" the officer asks.
>Gilda grabs the hand radio on her hip and presents it to him.
>"It broke when I fell down some rocks. Look I got important shit to do, we done here?"
>The officer looks unconvinced but nods his head all the same.
>"Alright." he says before turning towards you, "You, kid. You should get back to the rest of the group, we'll let you get your things shortly after we finish up here."
"Yes sir."
>Leaving you and Gilda alone, the two of you head towards the parking lot where a load of tents are gathered.
>You spot a few students wrapped in bandages, some with splints or in slings.
>They eye you warily when they see you. All except one particular group.
>"Anon!" four voices cry out.
>You quickly find yourself tackled to the ground as Applejack and Pinkie Pie pile on you.
>"Oh my goodness Anon we were so worried when you didn't come back last night!"
>"You had us worried to high heaven you idiot!" Applejack says punching you in the side.
>You wince as the spot she punched was where the root went through your body.
>She notices your distress and looks to where she hit you. Finally noticing the large bloody hole in your jacket.
>"Oh ah'm so sorry Anon!" she apologizes.
>"Gilda!" Rainbow Dash says pulling her friend into a grapple.
>"Hey Dash." she replies, letting Rainbow noogie her.
>"Did you... you know?"
"Yeah. It should be over."
>They all let out a collective sigh of relief.
>Looking at the girls, you see Sunset's head wrapped in some gauze.
"Sunset, you doing okay?"
>The girl nods her head.
>"Just a massive headache but I think I'll live."
>"Hey..." Pinkie Pie begins, leering at Gilda. "Why're your eyes like Anon's?"
>Gilda's eyes go wide with shock.
>"Ah shit." she curses.
>Covering her eyes with a palm, she reverts her eyes back before six sets of eyes stare back at her.
>"Gilda?"
>The Witcher groans.
 
- A Short While Later -
 
>"Aw man, the fact Gilda's a Witcher too is so lame."
>"Hey!" Gilda says with a punch to Rainbow's arm.
>The two go back to conversing and punching one another as you talk to Applejack, Pinkie Pie and Sunset.
"Where are the others? Have you heard anything from Fluttershy?"
>They look at you sadly, "Rarity went with Principal Celestia, Miss Cheerilee and Fluttershy down the mountain after you left."
>"All we know is that Celestia's taking Fluttershy home." Sunset answers.
>"And one of those police fella's is talking to Twilight right now." Applejack finishes.
"How's everyone handling?"
>"We're all a bit shaken up. Apple Bloom, Sweetie and Scootaloo especially."
>Applejack frowns, "They haven't stopped crying and they won't answer anyone's questions."
>Sounds like they've completely withdrawn themselves.
>Considering the mess they unintentionally made, you don't find it too surprising.
"Don't tell anyone what they did. Right now it's only going to make things worse for them."
>They nod their heads, "We weren't planning on doing that."
"Good, I'll... talk to them later see where they're at."
>"Well if you thought they were taking it bad, how do you think Fluttershy's handling this?"
"Not well I imagine."
>"Hey look Twilight's back." Sunset says as Twilight walks up.
>"It's good to see you're alright Anon."
"Been better."
>You emphasize your point by showing her your jacket.
>She recoils at the sight of it, "Well... er... the police are letting us get our things. They have buses taking us back to school arriving in a few minutes."
>"Well it's about time. I'm about done with this place."
>"Yeah so am I. Taking down a bunch of wolves is fun and all but seriously." Rainbow Dash says walking up to you.
>"Anon..." Applejack says, placing herself in the crook of your arm and placing a hand on your chest.
"Yes Applejack."
>"Ah told you ah had your answer when you came back."
>She smiles, with tears forming in her eyes.
>"Ah've decided to-"
>Wait...
"Where's Gilda?"
>"What?" Applejack asks dumbfounded. "Anon I'm trying to-"
>"She went back to the Ranger shack, said she forgot something." Rainbow answers.
"FUCK!"
>You let go of Applejack and run off towards the Ranger station.
>"Anon?!"
>The girls look at each other puzzled and follow after you.
>Kicking the door open you see everything's in place when you left...
>Except for the Leshen trophy sitting on the desk with a note on its head.
>Ripping the note off, you open it and begin reading.
>[Sorry for ditching you like that Wolf. You can keep the reward for the head. Had fun, we should do it again sometime. -Gilda]
>You calm down after reading that.
>Scanning down the rest of the paper however, your eyes go wide.
>[P.S. Thanks for letting me borrow your swords. Needed a new pair.]
>Looking to where you placed your swords, they're missing from the spot you left them in.
>You should have seen that coming.
>Crushing the note in your hand, the girls peek their heads through the doorway.
>"Anon?"
"God.... DAMMIT!"
 
>Twilight walks away to her friends as you finish writing into your notepad.
>You're glad she's safe. When you first got the call you jumped out of bed and almost left home without your pants on.
>Thank goodness Cadance packs you a spare set of clothing in your car.
>No doubt you're gonna have to make it up to her after leaving her like that.
>Sister in danger is a good reason right?
>...
>Then again, she'll probably be more mad you didn't tell her that Twilight was in trouble.
>Ugh, its a no win either way...
>"Detective Armor, we've finished our investigation."
"Good, tell CSI I want the forensics on this expedited as quickly as possible."
>The officer looks side to side before placing a hand on your shoulder.
>"Shining, you know how backed up CSI is already."
>You sigh.
"I know... just put the word out as a fav-"
>"FUCK!" someone shouts out.
>Looking over to the voice, you see the boy in Twilight's group run off when something catches your eye.
>You drop your pen and notepad as you go wide-eyed with shock.
>He has a wolf medallion around his neck.
>Just like Granddad...
 
----- 
 
>You place your bag into the overhead storage compartment and take your seat next to Twilight and across from Rainbow Dash.
>Her eyes are closed as she listens to music on her phone.
>The sound of the Vice Principal coming up the steps makes you realize how much a toll last night was to everyone.
>Vice Principal Luna looks ragged even with the cup of coffee in her hands.
>And despite the caffeine, she has absolutely no energy to keep order.
>Not that there's any rowdy students in the bus.
>Looking around, there are a few students who almost immediately passed out while everyone awake has this thousand yard stare going for them.
>This trip was supposed to be a week of fun but instead turned into a night of hell.
>Apple Bloom and her friends just sit in the back of the bus not bothering to talk to each other or anyone else.
>Applejack is doing her best to cheer them up, but her attempts are... not really helping that much.
>It got to the point where even she decided to give them some space.
>You don't know if you can really relate to what they're feeling despite your old self taking the Element of Magic and turning into a demon queen.
>No one died that time.
>...
>Your mind then drifts onto thoughts about Fluttershy.
>She wasn't around when you woke up along with Rarity and the Principal.
>You hope they're okay.
>The bus driver turns the key and the vehicle rumbles to life.
>Rising up from your chair you notice that not everyone is on the bus yet.
>Specifically Anonymous.
>Turning, you tap Rainbow Dash on the shoulder.
>Taking her earbuds out she opens her eyes and raises a brow.
"Have you seen Anon?"
>"He's not back yet?"
>You shake your head.
>"Geh, must be still looking for Gilda."
>"I wouldn't want to get on Anon's bad side right now. He looked incredibly mad." Twilight says.
>Well, if I was in Anon's shoes, I'd probably be mad too.
>Who knows how long he's had those swords.
"I hope he gets back here soon. It looks like the bus driver's ready to leave."
>The bus driver moves the lever controlling the doors but stops when one last person boards the stairs.
>Peering over the chair in front of you, you see Anon coming up.
>"Sorry I'm late. Had to get something."
>"No problem kid, just take yer seat."
>Spotting you, Anon walks through the center aisle, stows a dufflebag overhead and takes a seat next to Applejack.
>"Didja find that snake?" Applejack asks, leaning into him.
>"No, her trail splits off into two different directions. Her investigative skills are lacking but she knows how to lose pursuers."
>Anon brings a hand to his face and drags it down.
>"I really should have seen that coming."
"Its not your fault Anon."
>He scoffs, "I choose to leave my swords behind in that room instead of securing them someplace else. So yes, it's actually my fault."
>You lean back in your chair with a frown when a hand lands on your shoulder from behind.
>"But thanks anyway."
>"Say Anon I don't remember you bringing all that stuff." Applejack asks pointing up to where he put the dufflebag.
>"And isn't that Fluttershy's backpack?"
>You look at the bag in his hands and see Fluttershy's pink butterflies stamped on it.
>Huh, you were wondering where that went.
>"The duffle bag has the leshen head inside. The backpack has something else."
>The thought of a decapitated monster head just above you brings you some unease.
>You can tell Twilight's thinking the same thing by the way she looks upward nervously.
"What's inside?"
>"I lost Gilda's trail I decided to find something else."
>Unzipping the largest compartment, a white rabbit pops it's head out.
"Is that...?"
>"I know that Fluttershy carries a couple of animals with her in her backpack. Figured I could find at least one before the buses left."
>"You managed to find a common white rabbit in a forest? Even I find that hard to believe for a Witcher." Twilight says.
>"I'll admit, it took a little longer that I thought but luckily this guy might smell like rabbit, but he also has Fluttershy's scent as well mixed in."
>"Fluttershy has a scent?"
"Was it hard to catch him?"
>"Not really. The hard part was just finding him."
>Lifting his hand up, Anon makes three gestures with his hands before Angel goes glossy eyed momentarily and falls asleep.
>"Whoa." Rainbow Dash mutters.
>"Hopefully, it'll cheer Fluttershy up a bit after what I told her."
>"What was that?"
>"She can't ever come back here."
>You all let out a collective gasp.
"Why would you tell her something like that?"
>He pops up in his seat and peers around.
>Leaning forward he whispers.
>"Because she was marked by the leshen. She essentially became a backup totem."
>It then occurs to you that the monster appearing in the dining hall wasn't just because of the skull you smashed.
>You bury your face in your hands.
>That's why she was gone when you woke up. You can only imagine how terrible Fluttershy must have felt after being told that.
>You feel the bus lurch forward as it begins its journey back to Canterlot.
>After everything you just went through you close your eyes and try to take a nap.
 
-
 
>"So Anon." Applejack asks with her eyes closed.
"Yeah?"
>"What are you going to do when we get back home?"
"Probably stash the head away. Most likely someplace where Apple Bloom won't come across it."
>"That'd probably be for the best. Though why'd you take it in the first place?"
"Because apparently I've been missing a great opportunity to get paid for these monster kills without having to require contract hunting."
>You lean back into the fabric charter bus chair and sigh.
"Not only that but I need to acquire a new set of swords for myself. I've already taken out my frustrations on a tree... and a couple others. Let's just say that the forest has a new clearing and some uprooted trees."
>"Sorry, ah don't know any blacksmiths who make swords for a living."
"Eh, that's not the hard part. The hard part is finding one willing and skilled enough to make a silver plated blade of good quality."
>"Wouldn't that be expensive?"
"Depends on a couple factors. I think I can scrounge up most of the material, but it's still gonna cost an arm for a quality blade."
>That being said, the discussion between you two dies down for awhile as Applejack lays her head on your shoulder and closes her eyes.
>So far on this ride, you've just been enjoying the scenery so far.
>The view outside the bus is nice too.
>"Anon?"
"Hmm?"
>"We never finished our talk before you ran off."
>That's right.
>If you remember right, she was just about to tell you something too...
>That was probably not the greatest thing to do.
"Yeah... sorry about that."
>"It's fine."
"So do you wanna tell me what you were going to say or...?"
>Applejack shakes her head, "Moods a bit ruined for that. And I gotta make sure Bloom is okay when we get home."
"True."
>The girl at your side sighs.
"Something wro-"
>She puts a finger over your lips, "You're really thick headed huh?"
>Sitting up in her chair she stares at you with those bright green eyes of hers.
>"When we get home, the first thing you're gonna do is make sure that head is put somewhere where the sun don't shine you hear me? Next, we are both going to take a long hot shower together and get all this blood and sweat off us."
>The tone she's using is telling you none of this is up for debate.
>Wait did she just say "take a long hot shower together"?
>"Then when we're nice and dry, you are gonna take me to the barn and have your way with me. All. Night. Long."
>You look at her like she's just grown another head.
"Applejack that's a bit much don't you th-"
>Before you can finish she throws her arms around you and silences you with a kiss.
>You tense up for a moment before telling your body to relax and return it.
>A few seconds go by like this before Applejack has to come up for air.
>"Anon, when you didn't come back last night, ah'll admit... for awhile I thought you were gone... and a huge part of felt like I was bucked in the stomach a hundred times if that were the case so when I saw you come out of that forest safe and sound I knew it in my heart what I wanted."
"Applejack..."
>"Hush, don't interrupt me. I may tell the truth a lot but this is one thing that's... difficult to spit out."
>Didn't she just say the mood was ruined to talk?
>She places a hand over her heart and looks you squarely in the eyes, "Anon, and I know being a Witcher means you hunt monsters and I can't stop you from doing that. You were also right that trying to do this before I had no idea what I was in for, but after last night I fully know what you meant by it."
>"To know someone ya care about is going into the unknown and might never come back. That feeling is terrible... but Granny's also taught me to make sure to leave few regrets as possible."
>You stay quiet as she tries to find the right words.
>It's quite apparent what she's going to say but you keep your mouth shut out of respect.
>The conflict in her expressions as she tells you this shows you how hard for this is for her already.
>"So what I'm trying to say is... ah would regret not having the chance to... ugh, I want to make the most of what time we have together."
>She looks away as her face becomes flushed and tears begin forming in her eyes.
>"I... I-I think I love you Anon and I want you to love me."
"You're sure about this? One hundred percent sure?"
>"Sugarcube, I've never been so sure in my life."
"..."
>She dropped the love bomb on you.
>Dozens of thoughts quickly go through your head.
>You contemplate the what-ifs that could happen if you decide to pursue this course.
>The chance of you dying if last night's fight was any indication are a good one were something to go wrong.
>Imagining Applejack's heartbroken face when she would realize that day had come...
>But you go back to the words Applejack mentioned: "Make sure to leave few regrets as possible."
>In all honesty, would you regret not becoming something with this girl?
>...
>Yeah, you would. You really would.
"Okay."
>Applejack snickers, "That's it? Just a simple "Okay?" after I spill my heart out that's the reply I get?"
"Would you have preferred, "Oh my darling Applejack, I for one would whole heartedly agree to one such union between two such individuals such as ourselves"."
>Her snickers turn to full-blown laughter as she brings you into a tight embrace.
>"Nah, ah prefer you as yourself."
"Good, because that's not changing."
>She gives you a peck on the cheek as you hear multiple "Awws" around you.
>Looking up from your seat, you see the other girls all smiling as Applejack swiftly lets go of you in embarrassment.
>"Uh... what're you all looking at?" she says in a gruff tone.
>Twilight, Sunset, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie all giggle and go back to sitting in their seats properly but you can tell this is only just the beginning.
>Witcher's have stunted emotions, but this is one case where this is the most you've ever felt exposed.
>Once no one is visibly looking at you two, Applejack places an arm across your chest as you put an arm around her.
"Still, I'm going to at least have to take you out on a date first before I agree to coitus."
>"Trying to be a proper gentleman are we?"
"Maybe, but you deserve that courtesy."
>"I appreciate it."
"Though if... no, when we get to that point, I'll make sure you won't ever forget it."
>Leaning back into your seat you close your eyes to get some rest.
>You're almost out of it when suddenly Applejack wakes you with a shake to your shoulder.
>"Say Anon? Ah do have two questions for ya. And as we are now in a relationship I want you to be completely honest with me."
"Yeah?"
>The grip on your shoulder tightens a little.
>She leans into your ear and whispers her question.
>"Why did you spend the night in a motel room with Principal Celestia? An' what was all that about a threesome?"
>You freeze again.
>Slowly looking at her, Applejack's face is one that doesn't show any sign of messing around.
>And since you're on a bus... you have nowhere to go.
>Fuck.
 
-----
 
>"Fluttershy, you haven't touched your food." Rarity says.
>"Um... I'm just not hungry." she replies, poking at her food with a fork before pushing it away.
>"Darling..."
>Rainbow Dash awkwardly coughs.
>Currently, you and the girls sit in the food court of Canterlot's only mall a few days after your trip to Camp Everfree.
>Ever since you came back from the Camp, both Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna decided to let everyone who participated in the field trip some time off.
>They all probably need it after what they went through.
>Since the girls had nothing really better to do, Rarity after seeing the depressed state her friend Fluttershy was in, put a little get together to try and cheer her up.
>Applejack dragged you along just because.
>Everyone remains quiet as you all finish off your meals.
>Suddenly you remember something.
"Fluttershy, here I forgot to give you this."
>Hoisting up her backpack she looks surprised to see it.
>"Oh my... I forgot my backpack at the camp, I was wondering what happened to it... thank you Anon."
>You hand it to her when she feels the weight inside and almost drops the bag.
>"W-what?" she says surprised.
>Unzipping her backpack, her white rabbit pops it's head out of the opening and peeks around before seeing her and jumping into her arms.
>"Angel!" Fluttershy cries out happily. "Oh I thought I lost you forever!"
>Tears begin pouring from her eyes as she takes the rabbit and hugs it tight.
"Meant to give him to you earlier. Ended up getting a little attached to the little guy."
>Angel lowers his ears when he hears his name and seems to glare at you before returning to his rightful owner's display of affection.
>Fluttershy smiles and wipes a tear from her eye, "Thank you Anon."
>The others smile as Fluttershy kisses Angel on the head.
>You make to reply when your senses tell you something's watching you.
>Slowly turning your head around you scan the mall.
>People walk around minding their own business and your medallion isn't picking up anything magical.
>The feeling of unease doesn't leave you as you turn around.
>Someone's watching you, the girls or both.
>Either way, you don't like the feeling.
>"...Anon?"
"Huh?"
>Applejack places her hands over yours.
>"You okay sugarcube?"
>Only then do you notice that everyone besides you and Applejack have left the table and are throwing their trash away.
>You contemplate telling the girls but looking back over your shoulder the feeling eases up.
"No, nothing."
>"Well quit dallying and c'mon before everyone leaves us in the dust."
"Fine fine."
>Getting up, you walk over to the trash bin and dump your leftovers.
>Cane in hand, you remain on guard as Applejack leads you to the others...
 
>The rest of day so far has been a typical guy experience at the mall with women.
>You holding most of the things they've bought while they try on new clothes.
>Thankfully you've been able to get through it with meditation, at least until Applejack and Rarity ask you for your opinion on the outfits they chose to wear.
>Fluttershy so far hasn't been entirely receptive to their strategy as clothes don't seem to be her thing, but she has smiled at least once or twice which is a noticeable improvement compared to earlier.
>Eventually the group decides to split up after about an hour looking through clothes.
>Rainbow the sports store, Twilight the book store, Pinkie at the food court again, and Sunset somewhere she didn't say.
>They said they would meet at the fountain near the entrance just before the mall closes.
>The only person willing to stay are Rarity, Fluttershy and surprisingly Applejack.
>"Anon how do ah look?" Applejack asks exiting the changing room.
>Doing a once-around, the cowgirl shows off her outfit without her hat.
>A simple looking dress with earthy colors, the shade of green even matching her eyes.
"You look great Applejack."
>"Just great Anon?" Sunset teases as she sits next to you.
>"Eh, I think Rarity could whip something up a mite bit more comfortable than this thing." she says stepping back into the changing room.
>"Oh Applejack I'm sure I can come up with something next time I'm at the boutique." Rarity says in one of the stalls. "Fluttershy how are you dear?"
>"I...I'm fine Rarity... thanks for asking." replies a voice from the adjacent stall.
"Hate to stop your fun ladies, but the mall's closing in an hour."
>You sit with Sunset in silence for a few moments as you hear clacking of coat hangers and clothes being thrown over the stall walls.
>"Anon?"
"Hmm?"
>Sunset opens her mouth to say something, but closes it and shakes her head.
>"Nevermind."
"What?"
>"It's nothing, don't worry about it."
"You sure?"
>Sunset nods her head.
"So..."
>"So?"
"Where'd you go?"
>The girl awkwardly scratches the back of her head, "Oh nowhere."
"Uh huh."
>”I’ll tell you later when everyone is all together.”
 
>Exiting the malls bookstore with a few new novels in your shopping bag, you push your glasses up your nose.
>You pull out your phone and check the time.
>Wow, the mall closes in forty-five minutes!
>You were initially only just in there to browse, or if they had it, pick up a copy of the latest edition of "Monstrous Manual" as a present for Shining.
>There are even rumors from the developers that they're making improvements to the ranger class.
>...
>Not that you would know because you totally don't play that silly game with Shining's friends every Friday night.
>That would be silly.
>Still, before you could even check, you walked by a kiosk inside with two translated novels from a foreign author you enjoy.
>Time flies when you're deciding between "Axe of Fate" or "Blood of the Drow".
>Granted you've read both already, but this is the first time you've found hardback copies that were officially translated!
>The choice was so hard you just bought both.
>Someone's going to get cozy in her bed tonight.
>As you walk to the fountain, someone dressed in a hat, sunglasses and a large coat steps in front of you to block your path.
"Um... excuse me?"
>"Hey Twily." the man says in a familiar voice.
>Lowering his sunglasses and high collar, you see Shining Armor's face.
"Shining? What are you doing here and why are you dressed like that?"
>Your brother gives you a hug which you return wholeheartedly.
>"Work related stuff."
"Undercover tailing huh?"
>He smiles. "That and I heard they had the newest edition of Monstrous Manual out."
>Looking at Shining's attire, you sigh.
"You do realize that choice of wardrobe is probably the least inconspicuous thing you could have chosen to wear right?"
>"Only if the perp knows he's being tailed."
"I don't think he even needs to kn-"
>Suddenly, your brother grabs your arms and looks around as if he's making sure he's no ones listening in.
>His expression becomes very serious.
>"That boy you were with..."
>Anon?
>What could he... oh crud...
>"He's not your boyfriend is he?"
>Your face becomes beet red.
>"N-no! Wh-why would you even think that?"
>He lets out an audible sigh of relief.
>"You saw the necklace around his neck right? Did it seem at all familiar to you?"
>You gulp.
"Er... uh,  hehe n-now that you mention it?"
>"I think he's trouble Twilight. It's just a gut feeling right now, but did you realize that kid is not actually blind?"
"W-what makes you think that?"
>"His movements are all off, he doesn't use his cane and just a while earlier he turned his head like he was looking around."
>Shining scoots you closer to a phone booth.
>"A normal person not paying any real attention might not notice, but when you're an investigator like me it raises a lot of red flags when I see them."
>He brings a hand to his chin deep in thought not paying attention to the nervous sweat beading down your head.
>Ironic, but you're not going to point that out to him.
>Gathering yourself, you smooth your skirt out and adjust your glasses.
"Did Anon do something wrong?"
>"Anon huh? No, nothing I couldn't prove. But that necklace, I think he might be related to Granddad's murder."
>Oh boy...
>"He was also at Camp Everfree wasn't he? Covered in blood and scars?"
"Um... I believe so? Why? You don't think..."
>"Sorry Twi, it's an ongoing investigation but I think something's fishy with him."
>Maybe you should tell him?
>Or would that just make things worse?
>He has a lot more resources to bring Anon in to answer some questions than you do.
>Not that your cobbled together Witcher trap didn't work and all, it's just you're worried that Shining could be more willing to use lethal force if he thinks Anon is directly related to your Grandfather's death.
>If Anon thinks he's in mortal danger, you know he's pragmatic enough to respond in kind.
>And Shining doesn't look like he would believe you. He's already seen you with Anon both here and at the camp.
>He would probably say you're "Too emotionally invested." or "Too close to the suspect." right now at this point.
"Shining... I-"
>He looks at you.
>"Oh crap, your friends I totally forgot! Sorry sis, I'll quit bugging you. Just be sure to keep an eye on that Anon kid for me will you?"
"Uh, sure. I... uh I gotta run, see you later BBBFF."
>You quickly jog away from your brother and head towards the fountain.
>Anonymous really should know about this.
>For both his and your brother's sake.
 
>You, Sunset, Rarity, Applejack and Fluttershy wait for the others next to the fountain on the base level of the mall.
>Checking your watch, mall closes in twenty minutes and only Twilight showed up.
>Sunset pulls out her phone when it goes off.
>"Anon..." Sunset says tapping you on the shoulder.
"Yeah Sunset?"
>"The girls and I got you something."
"Me?"
>"Yeah, we thought you might like it."
>Rainbow runs up with a large wrapped box just as tall as her in her arms with Pinkie Pie's help.
>They both present it to you and look at you expectantly.
>Setting the box down, you begin unwrapping the gift. What you see surprises you.
>Inside is a box containing a longsword.
>...
>You recognize the logo stamped on the side.
>Ort Forges.
>This is a high quality sword.
>Your mind immediatly goes to one thing. 
"How much did you spend on it?"
>"Dude, its a gift just take it." Rainbow retorts. "Don't worry about the price."
>"After you lost your old swords, we decided to pitch in and get you a new one." Sunset says clapping her hands together. "We got it at the knife store here."
>They have a knife store here?
>"Just think of it as a thank you present for everything you've done dear." Rarity adds with a flair of her hair.
>"Thanks. You didn't have to do this."
>"Nonsense darling. Think nothing of it."
>You're honestly touched as you look at the blade through the glass window.
>As faint smile comes to you each of the girls beam their own.
>At least until you reach Twilight's.
>She's looking around like she's searching for someone.
>Before you can say something, a buzzing noise from the malls PA speakers interrupts you.
>"Attention shoppers, Canterlot Mall is now closing, please finish up your business and have a nice day."
>"Well looks like we oughta head home now."
>"Yeah, hang out tomorrow?" Pinkie asks.
>"Heck yeah!" Rainbow answers.
>As the girls walk ahead, you hang back next to Twilight until they're just out of earshot.
>"Will that blade work out for you? It's not exactly a standard forged sword like the ones you owned."
"It's not a Witcher blade if that's what you're asking. But sharpened, its still a working sword."
>"We all dug into our savings, though Rarity paid the most of it herself so I hope you like it. I do know it's made from high quality carbon steel."
>She gives you that awkward smile she always seems to give when unsure of something.
"I... you shouldn't have spent so much on me."
>You really do mean that.
>This sword must have set the girls back quite a bit...
>You've heard rumors that the original bladesmith the company is namesaked from actually made swords for the most talented of swordsman who could afford him.
>That also extended to Witcher if they had the coin.
>Compared to your old swords, this one should be a bit stronger and more flexible just due to the material.
>"Just think of it as our way of appreciating what you did for us."
"You all went out of your way for me like this. Thanks Twilight."
>"Still, it needs a matching silver sword to go with it."
"Yeah, that's not something you can just buy off a catalog or a store shelf."
>Twilight ponders for a bit.
>"If you need help I can try to locate a bladesmith nearby. Hopefully they'll be able to make one."
"It couldn't hurt. But... actually can you look up the contact information and address for the company that makes these blades?"
>"I can? But I'm pretty sure they're out of state."
"Still, I'd like the information. If it's not too much trouble."
>"Hey you two what's the hold up?" Rainbow calls out.
>Waving her off, you put the box under your arm and begin to walk out of the mall with Twilight.
>Before you get to far though, she grabs your sleeve and has a conflicted expression on her face.
>"Anon, I... I need to tell you something. It's... it's about my brother."
 
-----
 
"So your brother made the same connection you did when we first met huh?"
>Twilight nods her head.
>"It seems he saw you at Camp Everfree and knows your current "handicap" is a charade."
>Well, that complicates matters.
"Is he as smart as you?"
>"He's intelligent if that's what you're asking, but no not as academically as me. Why?"
"Because I need to know if the first time I'll see him, if he's going to flashbang, stink bomb and tazer me."
>Twilight nervously laughs at the memory.
>"No, I don't think we'll have to worry about that..."
"Good."
>"Not to say he doesn't have easy access to the flashbangs and stun devices. Or more lethal weapons."
>You glare at her.
"Twilight. What exactly is your brother's job?"
>"Um... he's currently a Detective for the Canterlot Police Department. He only recently passed his written exam for it."
>Wonderful.
>Last thing you need is a detective fussing through your personal life.
>Not that he'll find much but...
>That being the case not finding anything will probably work against you more in this case.
"Guess it's already too late to lie low I'm guessing?"
>She shrugs and shakes her head, "I only know he's suspicious. He doesn't have anything concrete as I'm aware."
>...
"Fine I'll deal with it when the time comes. Thanks for letting me know."
>"You're welcome... Oh and Anon?"
"Yes?"
>"Again, sorry for... you know what happened on our first meeting."
>She twiddles her thumbs and looks away embarrassed.
"You already apologized for that."
>"I know, but I want you to know I'm being sincere."
"Well it's appreciated, now c'mon it's getting late and I'm getting hungry."
>Walking out of the building with Twilight, you meet up with the others who were beginning to grow curious as to what took you so long.
>Telling them what Twilight told you, Big Macintosh arrives in his truck to pick you and Applejack up.
>"Later everyone." Applejack says getting into the passenger seat.
>Getting into the back, you set the sword case next to you.
>"Bye Applejack! See you tomorrow?" Pinkie asks.
>"Sure thing."
>"What about you Anon?"
"Eh. Maybe. Sunset and Rainbow have training tomorrow."
>"Aw dude c'mon." Rainbow whines. "Isn't this supposed to be our vacation?"
"Quit your whining. Same time as always but we'll take it a bit easier."
>Rainbow grunts.
>"Tch, fine."
>Slamming the door shut, you both give a brief wave as Big Macintosh pulls out and drives you both home.
 
"Sunset darling?"
>"Yes Rarity?"
>Sunset buckles herself into your passenger seat as you start your car.
"Do Applejack and Anon seem a bit closer to you? I mean compared to before we all got back from the camp?"
>Sunset waves goodbye to Pinkie, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash before hearing your question.
>"Oh right. You weren't there." she says turning around.
>Carefully pulling out of your parking space, you maneuver your vehicle out of the lot.
"Told me what dear?"
>"Applejack confessed to Anon on the bus ride home."
>You immediately slam the breaks causing both you and Sunset to jolt forward.
>"Rarity!" she screams as a car behind you honks.
"SHE DID WHAT?!"
>"She told Anon how she felt about him when we were riding back from Camp and right now both of them are technically going out."
>You can't believe this.
>"I'm actually surprised you didn't find out sooner, some of the other students from the trip have been talking about it."
>Applejack, one of your best friends, confessed her feelings to a boy... AND YOU MISSED IT!
"Please tell me she didn't use the word "love" did she?"
>"Um... I think?"
>NO!
>THIS IS THE WORST POSSIBLE THING!
>First the horrible events at camp, then the nightmares Sweetie Belle have been suffering, and now this?!
>The car behind you honks again.
>Rolling your window down, you poke your head out.
"SHUT UP AND GO AROUND!"
>The driver heeds your advice and accelerates around your car but not before the driver gives you the middle finger!
>How uncouth! Driver's these days, they can be so rude sometimes.
>"Rarity? Uh... are you going to be okay?"
"Why would you ask that dear?"
>"Because your eye is twitching, your hair is becoming a bit frayed and I really fear for my life right now."
"Nonsense Sunset, I'm *perfectly* fine."
>"I... think it would be best if I walked home."
>Before she can unbuckle her seatbelt to get out, you hit a button on your armrest and all the doors left off a click.
>Gripping the steering wheel you get a wicked smile.
"I'll have you home right in a jiffy."
>"No Rarity it's- No Rarity stop! GeyaahahAAhhHhhHHHhhhh!"
>You shift gears and accelerate out of the parking lot.
>Zooming through the intersection you narrowly avoid another car.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
>"RARITY! SLOW DOWN!" Sunset cries out in a panic.
"NEVER! NOT UNTIL I SEE THEIR LOVE WITH MY OWN EYES!"
>You let out a maniacal laugh as Sunset screams in terror.
-
>"Now I want you two to be safe y'hear? Just because your friends are in a relationship doesn't constitute disobeying the traffic laws."
>Ripping the ticket off his notebook, he hands you the slip of paper.
"Yes officer."
>Great. You got a ticket.
>Daddy won't be happy when he hears about this. He's still miffed from the car window.
>...
>Sunset sighs,"We'll try to be more considerate in the future."
>The police officer nods his head and walks back to his car.
>Staring at the ticket, you lean into the steering wheel.
"I'm so sorry Sunset, I don't know what came over me."
>"It's okay Rarity. We all have our... moments of insanity. Though why are you so concerned Anon and Applejack are in a relationship?"
"..."
>Sunset shows concern as she places a hand on your shoulder.
>"If you don't want to say you don-"
"I LOVE ANON TOO!"
>You slam your head on the horn letting out a resounding honk.
>Your friend recoils her arm and winces, "Oh... that... uh... okay."
"You're learning the magic of friendship right?"
>"Yeah?" she answers in an unsure tone.
"You wouldn't happen to have any friendship advice?"
>She thinks for a moment and shakes her head.
>"Sorry Rarity, the only advice I have to give you is to just be happy for them."
"Oh..."
>That's the thing you should do, but it's doesn't make you feel any better.
>You pout and glance at the clock.
>It's getting late, you should get home and tend to Sweetie.
>Shifting into drive, you pull out slowly and drive to Sunset's apartment.
>"Rarity, are you going to be okay?"
"I'll be fine."
>That's a lie.
>No you won't.
>Not for awhile at least.
>"Will you be able to come to our training session tomorrow? If you really don't feel up to it I can tell Anon."
"No dear, I'll be there. Maybe a good workout will help get my mind in order."
>A short while later you arrive in front of the building Sunset lives in.
>"See you tomorrow?"
>You give her a smile and nod.
>"Alright then, bye Rarity."
>You shift back into drive when Sunset calls you.
>"Hey, if you need to talk I'm always here."
"Thank you darling."
>You leave the curb and proceed to drive home.
>Maybe you should be more open about this.
>Just because Anon and Applejack are together doesn't mean the end of the world.
>It just... closes a door.
>...
>You feel wetness on your cheeks. Brushing it off, you focus on the road.
>As you think about Applejack and Anon spending time together, you begin to picture them in going forward with their relationship. Like how Anon will do everything in his power to make Applejack feel like the most loved woman in the world.
>Soon your thoughts go even further to the day when Anon gets on his knee and presents her with a ring with the largest diamond she's ever seen. Then the marriage and soon to the bedroom...
>You don't realize it, but the more you think about it the more the twitch in your eye develops.
>Shaking your head of the thoughts, you realize you were beginning to go to a dark place.
>That isn't you. You know that.
>Envy is becoming of a lady.
>But maybe just this once, tonight, you don't have to be.
 
-----
 
>Sunset twirls around bringing her wooden sword straight towards her opponent.
>Rainbow, quickly brings her own blade to stop Sunset's.
>They get into a blade lock and try to force the other to yield.
>"Ready to give up Sunset?" Rainbow Dash says with a grin.
>"Not on your life Rainbow Dash." she says returning the smirk.
>They both break the lock and jump back to gain some breathing room before returning to combat.
>You watch from the sidelines chewing an apple and monitoring the two for any mistakes in their tactics.
>Eventually the fight drags on long enough that you decide to call it.
"Okay you two that's enough."
>The two girl's collapse onto their butts as you toss them a towel and water bottle each.
>Wiping themselves off, you notice the sun peaking high in the sky.
"You two can hit the showers, we're done for today."
>"Aw yeah!" Rainbow Dash yells as she springs to her feet.
>When she notices the looks between you and Sunset she lowers her arms and nervously chuckles.
>"Uh... I mean hehe oh darn."
>Sunset giggles as she taps you on the shoulder.
>"Um, Anon I wanted to ask you something."
"Yeah?"
>"Do you think we can try Signs again?"
"We could, but are you sure? Don't want you passing out from exertion."
>She shakes her head, "I'll be fine."
"Alright."
>You walk into the shed next to the ring and pull out the same candle you used for the first Igni attempt.
>Setting it on the stump, you stand back and watch as Sunset focuses herself.
"Remember, I just want you to light the wick. Since we know you can do it, you need to learn how to control it."
>"Right."
>Putting all her attention on the wax candle, she makes the gesture for Igni.
>A massive burst of fire springs forth from her palm and scorches the grass before quickly going out.
>Like last time, the candle stays unlit, but it begins slanting due to the wax melting from the heat.
"Try again. But try to use a bit more control."
>Rainbow walks up behind you and watches intently.
>"She's still trying to cast that weird magic you use?"
"You know, instead of questioning it, you could try as well."
>You both watch as Sunset makes an exaggerated arm thrust and falls flat on her face.
>Fire gushes from her extended hand and shoots fire into the air.
"Again."
>"Eh, I got stuff to do. Maybe next time. Hey Sunset I'm gonna head to Sugar Cube Corner you coming?"
>"No, I want to get this down first." she replies not looking away from the candle.
>She makes the sign again and visible smoke appears at the tip of the wick.
>"YES!" she says with a fist pump.
"Candles not lit yet. Again."
>Smiling, she does the sign again, this time resulting in a small flame sparking to life.
"Could use some work, but lets try a different sign this time."
 
>Sunset lays on the ground face first exhausted.
>For the past hour she's been trying to get a grasp on the Quen Sign.
>Compared to Igni, Sunset has been able to adequately cast the sign. Not reliably to save her life in a fight but she's less bruised than you thought she'd be.
>"Anon what in tarnation did you do to Sunset?" Applejack calls out coming up the small hill with Twilight Sparkle.
"Just practicing signs."
>You nonchalantly toss a beanbag in your hand.
>"Oh, you mean that magic you use?"
>Nodding your head you thumb over to a slumped over Sunset.
>Dropping the beanbag to the ground, Sunset flinches at the slight thud it makes when it contacts with the dirt.
>Applejack tips her hat back and scratches the back of her head, "She gonna be alright?"
>"Mmpph fhmm Ammphat" Sunset tries to answer with her face buried in her arms.
>"What was that?" Twilight asks.
>Sunset raises her head, "I'm fine Applejack just a little worn out."
>Applejack rushes over to her friend, "Sunset your nose is bleeding again."
>The fiery haired girl wipes her nose and inspects the blood, "Oh geeze."
>Shit.
>Grabbing a rag, you kneel by Sunset and wipe the blood off.
>"Anon you're pushing her too hard!" Twilight asks you.
"She insists on getting these Signs down. I'm just keeping an eye on her to make sure she doesn't hurt herself too badly."
>"Yeah, and look how that's turning out!" Applejack chastises you, "Sunset ya don't need to run yourself ragged."
>"I know, but I want to make sure my friends are safe. I can't let what happened at the Camp happen again."
>Applejack and Twilight share a concerned look at their downed friend.
>Letting Twilight help Sunset up, Applejack gives you a look.
>That look that your significant other gives you when she wants you to do something about it.
>Sighing, you uncross your arms and get Sunset's belongings.
"Sunset, pack it in for today and take tomorrow off, you're pushing yourself way to hard."
>"But Anon..."
"No buts, your friends are worried for you, and to be honest so am I. You're not gonna get these down in one day, trust me."
>Sunset looks down, "Okay..."
>The three of you help Sunset into the house.
>Setting her on the couch, you place a damp cloth over her forehead.
>"Hmm, Sunset have you eaten yet?"
>She shakes her head, "Not since breakfast."
>"Well shoot, ah'll go whip us up some slices of our famous apple pie then." she proudly states.
>Giving you a kiss on the cheek she moves past you and into the kitchen.
>"Oh!" Twilight says, "Anon I almost forgot."
>Twilight pulls out a piece of paper from her book bag and hands it to you.
>Examining the small slip, an address is written on it.
"Is this...?"
>Twilight nods her head.
>"Turns out they have a branch office in the city." she says with a huge smile on her face.
"Thanks Twilight."
>You tuck the address into your pocket and sit down.
>"So when are you going to go?"
"Maybe after lunch."
>Twilight continues to give you the same smile, looking at you expectantly.
"..."
>"..."
"You want to go too?"
>"Anon I'd thought you never ask!" she says clapping her hands together.
>You roll your eyes.
"Uh huh."
>Sunset lifts the cloth over her eyes and sits up, "What are you two talking about?"
>"We're going to see if someone can make a new silver sword for Anonymous."
>"Sounds interesting."
>Twilight becomes all giddy and starts doing a little dance.
>"I can't wait to see the process Ort Forges use to create their blades. I hear they use a special treating processes to their blades after the machining portion of the sword to provide the strongest possible cutting edge."
>"Well that's mighty fine and all, but why don't we get some grub in our stomachs before then." Applejack says walking in with multiple plates of pie balanced on her arms and head.
>Applejack hands everyone a plate of pie and you all dig in.
>It doesn't take much for you to savor the crispy crust and the gooey cinnamon apple filling in the pie.
"Applejack you wanna come with?"
>"Much as ah would love to Anon, someone needs to keep an eye out on Apple Bloom."
>The mood becomes a bit somber at the mention of Apple Bloom's name.
"She still upset?"
>Applejack nods, "Hasn't come out of her room in days and ah heard from Rarity Sweetie Belle is having nightmares herself."
>"What about Scootaloo?"
>Applejack sadly shakes her head, "Ah'm not sure, ah'll have ta ask Rainbow next time ah see her."
>"I can't imagine what they're going through."
"They blame themselves for the entire mess at camp. It's entirely understandable that they feel terrible."
>"Anon, was it really their fault? I mean, they took the skull from the totem but..."
"Not fully responsible but they are partly to blame, yes."
>Your mind drifts to Gilda. How her inaction and lack of tracking skills indirectly led to the whole situation.
>"Can't you do something? Talk to them?" Sunset asks.
"And do what? Tell them that this was a valuable lesson in not taking strange things in the forest?"
>Sunset recoils as your words hit her.
"Sunset, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, but I can't solve every problem that comes up. This requires the type of help I can't provide."
>"What about using Axii on them?" Twilight states. "Erase their minds of the whol-?"
"That's not something I'll do unless it's a last resort. End of story."
>Finishing your pie in silence, you set your empty plate on the coffee table and rise from your seat.
"I better get going. Twilight are you coming?"
>"Mmhmm!" the girl quickly replies while wolfing down the rest of the pie.
>Twilight's an eager beaver huh?
"We'll be back later AJ."
>"Have a safe trip y'all." she waves. "Sunset do you want to-"
>"Zzz..."
>Sunset is out cold on the couch.
>Applejack chuckles before gathering the plates and heading back into the kitchen.
 
>Walking to the bus stop, you note the time on the chart attached to the pole and how long it will take for the bus to arrive to take you into the city.
>Looks like you're just in time as the next bus arrives within the next ten minutes, unless the bus arrived early which you doubt.
>You and Twilight take a seat on a concrete bench and wait.
>Minutes pass by in relative silence, the only noise coming from the birds chirping and the occasional car passing by.
>"So..."
"You have a question, spit it out."
>"That forest ranger at the camp, she was a Witcher huh?"
>The reminder causes some unpleasant memories to spew up.
"Apparently."
>"Did she happen to show you her medallion?"
"Griffon. Which means she specializes in Sign casting."
>Twilight's eyes widen in amazement.
>She pulls out a small notepad from her bookbag and jots a few notes down.
>"I didn't realize the different schools had different styles like that!"
"Historically, Bears are defensive fighters, trained to brush aside most blows. Opposite of that are the Cats whose fighting styles focusing on speed, precision, and agility which they like to call "Addan Anye", "the Fiery Dancer". Griffons like I said focus on Signs and controlling the flow of the battle when there are multiple opponents."
>"What about the Wolves and Vipers?"
"Viper's I'm unsure really, just that they have a habit of utilizing bombs, poisions, and oils on their blades. Us Wolves are generally well rounded but not the best at any particular discipline."
>"You seem to know an awful lot about the other schools."
"Most of this is just based off vague knowledge in the history books we used growing up and personal observation. I haven't seen much to really refute those notions."
>As the sun shines down on you two, you roll your shoulders and try to get somewhat comfortable in this heat.
>Where is that damned bus?
"So have you met any of the Witchers from the other schools besides Gilda?"
"A couple, usually when we gather for Winter. One of the Viper Witchers makes an awesome brew of White Gull, whiskey and ah... nevermind."
>Twilight covers her mouth and giggles at your overenthusiastic (for you at least) recollection, "When was the last time you visited them?"
>Your mind thinks back to when you last showed up to your little "family gathering".
"Mmmm, bout three or four years. I've been on the Path so long that I decided to skip out on it. Usually showing up is a just a formality anyway."
>Yet not showing up also prevented you from discovering there was an easier way to get work done and obtain equipment easier.
>Which reminds you, you need to drop the leshen head at a pick-up point sometime in the next few days. Apparently someone will be sent to retrieve the trophy and take it back to the Keep personally.
>You sent in a few pictures, and let the Headmaster know of your current... predicament concerning your weapons.
>He seemed amused, or you think he was. Man's hard to read sometimes.
>But he was impressed, slightly, that you managed to show proof of a leshen kill. Enough that he sent you a diagram for a new silver sword.
>Supposedly, just from looking at the schematic, it'll prove a better monster killer than your old one.
>Hence why you plan on making a personal trip to Ort Forges rather than just commission a standard blacksmith to create one for you.
>Which in Canterlot is surprisingly not that rare to find as you would believe. Most of them create weapon props for movies, independent productions or just for collectors. The tricky part is just knowing where to look, and whether or not the smith is taking orders or commissions.
>Suddenly you hear the sound of a large vehicle rolling down the road.
"Bus is here."
>"Really? I don't... oh, there it is."
>Standing, you and Twilight wait as the bus slows down and pulls up to the curb. The sign in front stating its destination: Downtown Canterlot.
"This the right one?"
>"Yes, this is it. I've take a few trips from here to there."
"Really? When?"
>"I actually live closer to the City than I do here. Remember, I used to go to Crystal Prep Academy before I transferred to CHS."
>Right, you vaguely remember that conversation with Twilight when that staff member from Crystal Prep came to Canterlot High.
>You never actually asked why though.
>Stepping aboard, the two of you take your seats near the middle of the bus.
>"Isn't that... no offense, a downgrade in educational standards though?"
>Twilight rolls her eyes, "You'd think that right? There was only one person at CPA that actually looked out for me."
"I'm guessing it's that lady who you talked to a few weeks ago?"
>Twilight looks out the window as the bus begins moving again.
>"Yes, Dean Cadance was one of- no, the only one who cared about me and my future. Everyone else was either rude or thought I was just a doormat for them to step over."
>You can see Twilight grow sullen as she relives her memories. Her body language easily expressing that she's not exaggerating.
>It occurs to you, that while Twilight knows about you and the Witchers, you know Twilight very little.
>Not only that but you know relatively little about the others as well beyond a couple observations you made before you met them.
>Hell, you don’t even know Applejack’s favorite color.
>...
>Though the pessimistic side of you wants to just say Apple.
>...
>Yeah...
>It would probably be best if you keep that in mind next time you have some free time with any one of them.
>"Anon, I don't really want to talk about that anymore. Do you mind if I change the subject?"
"Go ahead."
>"What Sign were you teaching Sunset?"
"Quen. She's actually doing better casting that than her attempt with Igni."
>"Which one do you think you'll teach her next?" she asks.
"I know I'm saving Axii for last, that one is a bit more complex. Maybe Aard or Yrden."
>"Go with Yrden, I've always wanted to see that one. The slowed effect on the targets trapped within is something you can hardly artificially replicate."
"Are you sure? Its not because you think the other Sign is too Aard for her?"
>Twilight goes slack jawed for a moment before bursting out laughing.
>"That was so bad..." she says.
>Reclining in your seat, you push your glasses up and close your eyes.
"Sense of humor is still there, just a bit stunted. Remind me to tell you the story of a Witcher and the guy who asked him to collect a bunch of harpy feathers."
>She snorts before wiping a tear from her eye.
"Anyways, it'll be awhile till we get to the city so wake me up when we get there."
>As you drift off, Twilight takes out a pair of earbuds and plugs them into her phone. Pressing a few buttons she begins writing more notes while the bus continues on its course.
 
-----
 
>*Ding Dong*
>Putting down the rag and dish in your hands you head to the front door.
"Just a second."
>Opening the door a disheveled familiar purple haired fashionista stands in front of you.
>Too be frank, she's not looking' her best.
"Rarity? You look like you haven't slept a wink last night. Sweetie Belle have night terrors again?"
>"Applejack..." she says facing the floor.
>Something about her appearance and the way she said your name is making you uneasy.
>"Why didn't you tell me you and Anon were going out?"
>Oh...
>Guess she found out.
"Sorry Rare's, guess it just slipped my mind with everything that's been going on."
>"Yes well, I wanted to know if Anonymous was here?"
>You shake your head.
"Sorry he went out with Twilight to go sword hunting."
>"With Twilight?" she asks confused.
"Yeah, they went into the city to visit someone about a second sword he needs."
>"I see." she responds staring vacantly.
"You sure yer alright?"
>Rarity sighs before coming in close and whispers to you.
>"One girl to another, what's he like in bed? Is he large? Small? Is he gentle or rough?"
>You're a bit taken aback at the very private and personal question and huff.
"Rarity you got five seconds to explain why the hell you're asking me something like that."
>"I'm only curious darling."
"That ain't the whole truth. Out with it."
>Suddenly Rarity grabs your shirt collar with both hands and kisses you on the lips.
>It takes little effort to shove Rarity off yourself and take a few steps back. Your face going red at her forward act.
"What in tarna-"
>"Please Applejack, you need to reciprocate a kiss if this relationship is going to work out."
"Just what are you talking about? What relationship?!"
>"Why the polyamorous affair that the three of us will be in of course!" she says like it's an obvious thing. "I admit, kissing another woman will take some getting used to but who said love was easy?"
>"Since Anonymous is living here, I'll probably have to move in as well once we make our marriages official. Sweet Apple Acres is a well off place to raise a family after all."
>She moves over to the drapes and inspects them, "We might have to do a little redecorating though. This synthetic fabric will just not do."
>Rarity continues to mutter to herself as she begins moving about the room, you being a bit too shocked and confused to react properly.
>"Oh that reminds me darling, do you enjoy toys or certain fetishes in the bedroom?" she asks, "After all if we're going to make this work, we should be aware of all our kinks!"
>You finally compose yourself to adjust your hat back and stomp over to Rarity.
>However in your haste, you accidentally trip over the rug and fall on top of Sunset on the couch.
>"Ow! What the-?!"
"Sunset!"
>Rarity, though gets the wrong idea.
>"Oh you want to bring in Sunset too? My my Applejack I didn't expect you to be the type to spread the love around."
>Getting up, you furiously make your way towards Rarity and slap her across the face.
>Multiple times.
"Snap! Out! Of! It!"
>You emphasize each word with a smack.
>The fashionista's cheeks glow red before you set her down on the ottoman.
>"Wh-what was that for?" Rarity asks with tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"What's gotten into you Rarity?!"
>"Oh Applejack, I just... I want to have what you have with Anonymous. He's kind, considerate, brave, and has come to our rescue like a knight in shining armor."
>Sunset sits up groggy and confused, but doesn't speak as Rarity pours her heart out.
>"I was partly hoping that since we're close friends, you would be willing to make your romantic affair plus one?"
>You pinch the bridge of your nose and growl in frustration.
"For crying out loud. First the Principal and now you?! Did you spend the night in a motel room with Anon too when I wasn't looking?!"
>Your hands shoot over your mouth while both girls are left dumbfounded by this revelation.
>"Wait what?" Sunset interrupts.
>"That no good... no good... HARLOT!" Rarity explodes, "How dare she try to make a move on our man!"
"Our man?! Rarity, I think you need to get some rest. We'll talk about this when you're talkin' like a rational person."
>She opens her mouth to object, only to close it when you begin raising a palm up again.
>"A-alright... maybe I have become a bit... unstable."
>Taking your friend by the hand you escort her to your room.
>Helping her get her shoes off, you tuck her into your bed and close the door.
>Heading back downstairs, you plop yourself onto the couch and sigh.
>Gosh darn it Rarity. Why do you have to make things so complicated sometimes.
>Sunset Shimmer meanwhile just sits there awkwardly the entire time.
"What are you looking at?"
>"So... Principal Celestia wanted to make your thing a threesome?" she asks sheepishly.
"..."
>You grab a pillow cushion and hit Sunset in the face.
 
>Someone taps you on the shoulder bringing you back into the waking world.
>"Anon... Anon we're here."
>Opening your eyes, you see Twilight already out of her seat as the bus is just slowing down.
>Grabbing the single-strap backpack you borrowed from Big Macintosh, you follow Twilight out of the bus.
>Once you exit the doors, your senses are immediately assaulted by sights, smells, and sounds from a hustling bustling cityscape.
>"Anon are you okay?"
"Yeah, just been awhile since I've been in such a crowded place before."
>"Are you going to be alright?"
"I'll be fine. Which way is it?"
>Twilight pulls out her phone and looks up the address.
>"This way." she says pointing in the direction you two need to go.
"C'mon Roach."
>Twilight pauses, "Excuse me?"
"Nothing, just another bad joke."
"Okay..."
>You do your best to avoid distractions as you and Twilight walk down the street towards your destination.
>People move up and down the sidewalk giving you a wider berth due to your false handicap.
>No one wants to stir up trouble with a blind man.
>Your medallion vibrates around your neck which does draw some unease.
>Unfortunately, the large crowds and dense buildings make it almost impossible to tell what the medallion is reacting too.
>The tugging isn't particularly strong, just slightly above the levels the girls radiate whenever they're together.
>Twilight leads you further down the city street and into the more commercial part of the city.
>Gone are the tall buildings and in come the more warehouse like ones.
>Eventually you and Twilight come upon a sign hanging over the street brandishing the Ort Forges name and logo.
"Looks like this is it."
>"Um... Anon I have a question."
"Another one?"
>"How exactly are you going to commission a silver sword from them. They must be... oh, right. Axii."
"Don't worry, I do plan on paying them for the work."
>"Alright."
>You both enter the front door and enter a lobby of sorts. The interior is decorated with suits of armor and mounted shields and swords.
>The receptionist at the desk sees you and smiles.
>"Hello, what can I do for you two today?"
"Hi, this is the place where you produce swords correct?"
>She nods her head, "This is indeed the place sir. Ort Forges makes the highest quality swords and weapons for museums, collectors and films."
>"Neat."
"Who would I have to talk to to commission a special project?"
>"Oh that would be our master blacksmith Mjolna. Though I'm afraid she's a bit busy with other projects right now."
>You expected this to be the case.
>"Could we speak to her? This is really important."
>The receptionist's smile doesn't waver, but her expression is showing one of apprehension. She looks at the clock and picks up her desk phone.
>"It should be her break right now, so I guess there's no harm in trying."
>Pressing a few buttons, you and Twilight wait patiently as the receptionist tries to get a hold of the smith.
>"Hi there Mjolna, it's me Grace. I have a pair of... yes... I know it's your lunch time... two individuals need to speak to... yes, I told them... no..."
>Her face is becoming more and more frustrated the longer the conversation goes.
>Hanging up the phone she huffs in annoyance before remembering you and Twilight are still just standing there.
>"Mjolna says she's on her way." the receptionist says with a forced smile.
"Sorry."
>She waves you off, "Oh don't worry dear she's like that all the time. If you would please take a seat over there."
>You and Twilight both sit in the lobby chairs as you wait for the smith to come.
>"That was... easy."
"Don't expect it to get an easier. This Mjolna person sounds like a character."
>A few minutes go by and the smith hasn't shown up yet.
>"Sorry dears, but it's usually about time I take my own lunch break right about now. You don't mind do you?"
>"Not at all."
>Grace pulls out a lunch bag and sets out her food.
>Taking out a sandwich she begins eating as you and Twilight continue to wait.
>More time goes by and the smith hasn't shown at all.
>"How long is she going to keep us waiting for?"
"I don't know but it's starting to seem like she's deliberately making us wait."
>"You don't happen to have a way to pass the time would you?"
>...
>You do.
"Ever play Gwent?"
>Twilight's face lights up.
>"Did you say Gwent?!" she asks excitedly.
"Yeah."
>Digging through your pack you pull out a pair of deck boxes.
>"I can't believe you play Gwent. No one besides my brother and my grandfather ever played with me." she says.
>Digging through her own bag, Twilight pulls out her own Gwent deck.
>Huh, a Nilfgaard deck.
"It's a Witcher game that's for sure. Like Dice Poker or Fistfighting."
>"Fistfighting?"
"Yeah where you take your fists and figh-"
>"Anon I know what fist fighting is." she says with a chuckle.
>Shuffling your cards, you clear out the nearby coffee table and set up the game.
>"I see you're running a Northern Realms deck." she says drawing 10 cards. "I'm guessing you run it seige heavy?"
>You don't answer her, instead you just draw your cards and let her take the first move.
>Nice, drew two spies right off the bat.
>Twilight plays a spy card on her first turn and draws two more cards from her deck.
>In response you play a decoy and take her spy off the board and bring it into your hand.
>"Hmm, what are you working towards I wonder?"
>Twilight plays a Young Emissary and ends her turn.
>Heh, you've got the perfect strategy against a Nilfgaard deck.
>...
"Dammit!"
>You slam your cards down in frustration as Twilight wins the game again.
>"Looks like I win again Anon."
"You and your damn spies."
>"Anon, you might be a Witcher but you sure do suck at Gwent."
>Applejack, and now Twilight? What the fuck.
"Shut up Sparkle."
>You have a strong urge to change the game up to fistfighting now.
>"Rematch?"
>Before you can answer the double doors by the reception desk are kicked open from the inside startling all of you.
>In walks a burly well-built woman wearing nothing but goggles, a stained tank top, an apron and work pants.
>"So who's the snot nosed runt that interrupted me lunchhour?" she demands to Grace in a thick accent.
>This must be Mjolna. Judging from the accent she's from the Isles.
>The receptionist shakily points her finger over to you.
>The woman stomps over with her boots and looks at your just finished game.
>"Well looky here! We got some old fancy Gwent players in the house!" she says with some mild amusement.
>Picking up one of Twilight's cards her nostrils flare, and hands the card back to Twilight.
>"Nilfgaard..." she growls, "Bunch o' no good arseholes with their overpowered spies and their goddamn archers."
>"Er... you play Gwent as well?"
>"Course ah do! Local Gwent champion at the Red Cardinal taphouse." she says proudly.
"Guessing you run a Skellige deck?"
>"Aye, how'd you know?"
"Just a guess."
>Crossing her arms, she looks at you skeptically, "And just who are yo-"
>Her eyes stop at your medallion.
>"Well slap my behind and fuck me in the arse, a goddamn Witcher medallion!"
>You and Twilight both share a look of disbelief.
>"You know what that medallion is?" Twilight asks.
>Mjolna lets out a bellowing laugh, "O'course, Witchers are one of the reasons Master Ort had such a profitable business in the first place. Didn't think there were any around though."
"Yeah..."
>"Boy, let me see your eyes." she demands.
"I don't reall-"
>"Do it before ah kick you out on the streets."
>You'd like to see her try, but you aren't here to fight and there are more pressing issues at the moment.
>Tipping down your glasses you show her your gold eyes and she smirks.
>"Yep yep, just like me great great great great great great great great great great great great..." she trails off when she sees your face, "Well you get the idea, great Grandad described it as."
>"Who was your great great great great..."
"Twilight, we don't have all day."
>"Right... who was your ancestor?"
>"Why Master Ort o' course."
>"But I don't think he was Skelligan."
>"Nilfgaard, there's a lot of time between then and now for families to change."
>"Nilfgaard...?" Twilight mumbles to herself.
>Mjolna returns her focus to you, "So what can ah do fer ya Master Witcher?"
"Looking for someone to make me a new silver sword."
>The woman's eyes light up, "Grace, cancel all my appointments and tell anyone who asks all projects are on hold right now. Something important came up."
>Stepping towards the double doors, the smith waves you over, "C'mon Witcher, Nilfgaard, we got some talkin' to do."