The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 4 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 4
Chapter 4
For Fluttershy, there were no easy answers.
The proper authorities had come, had claimed the youth, his weapon, and the accoutrements. Within a few hours all that remained to mark the passing of the boy from her garden were the squashed plants, the broken stalks, and a prevailing sense of unease and concern that floated through the pegasus.
Her friends did all that they could for her, each coming to be with her, hoping to get her to talk about her experience. Yet, in truth, there was little that she could tell them. She could tell her friends no more than she had told the officers, biologists, and cryptozoologists who had come to
The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 3 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 3
Chapter 3
The youth felt himself fall through the smoke, felt himself fall for what felt like an extraordinarily long time. His eyes closed, and he waited for the feel of the earth thudding into him.
Yet, as he fell, something shifted around him.
He felt himself lying upon the ground. Oddly, there was no pain. No, there was no pain, and he felt himself wrapped in a sort of hazy unawareness.
The smoke was gone.
Was was he lying next to a pumpkin?
The youth blinked. He heard no sounds of musket fire. There was no high staccato sound of the rebel yell, no calls of dying men, no
The pain began.
It welled up deep, flashing out
The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 2 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 2
Chapter 2
"Allorian Allie?"
The youth looked deep into the locket, his eyes lingering over the picture of the one who rested within. As Lewis called for him once more he slowly closed it, letting his mother's image sit in his mind's eye as he slowly pressed it back inside his sack coat.
"Allie," Lewis asked again, nervousness pouring out of him with each word, "why do you suppose we're sittin' here? The other brigade's been fightin' up there for a fair bit, and we ain't gone in yet. Why do ya' think the general ain't put us in yet? Are we gonna go in?"
The youth looked up to the tree above them. Through them came a constant pitter-p
The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 1 by TheDescendantofKehAn, literature
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The Youth in the Garden, Chpt. 1
"The Youth in the Garden"
Written by The Descendant
Cover Art by AnneHairball
Chapter 1
Fluttershy stood in the bathroom, once more running the towel up and down her forelegs.
She squinted in the pre-dawn darkness, trying to see what could have brought her the unusual sensation, the one that had woken her.
"I-I could have sworn that my hoovsey's were all wet they seemed so, wet," she said aloud to nopony. "L-like, oh, like splashing in water "
She lifted the towel and touched it to her face. It was as dry as a bone. Even as the sensation began to fade away it seemed to linger in her memory. It had felt so real, seemed so muc