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We continued on our journey as usual. I stayed quiet, seeing as Lone Warrior was still rather upset over his little rut at Zecora's place. I worried if I said anything inappropriate, he would go off and yell at me.

As one good eye followed Lone Warrior in his path, my other eye noticed a plant with thorns on it as it started to shoot its thorns right at him.

"LONE WARRIOR!"

I jumped right at him to duck him from the shooting thorns, but they hit him on his side. It seemed my eyes had fooled me into thinking they were heading towards him when I had actually pushed him in direct target. I looked down at Lone Warrior with my good eye and as I had expected, he was mad at me.

"What was that for?"

"I'm sorry Lone Warrior-"

"I don't need your sympathy!"

Lone Warrior got up and started pulling the thorns one by one with his teeth. He seemed quite angry and for some odd reason, I started to feel angry too.

"You know, all I've ever been was nice to you and your attitude still stinks." I finally replied, "I thought we had something when you bathed and blindfolded me. I've met mules who were less stubborn than you!"

"Well then maybe you shouldn't have asked for my help to take you home."

Now I was starting to fume. Lone Warrior was acting like a total jerk and somebody had to tell him off. I walked over to him and looked at him, face to face.

"Listen, you, just because you've lived alone by yourself doesn't mean you get to act all high and mighty. I tried to help, but my eyes don't work the same way other ponies do and I just happen to mess things up. Its not all fun and games having other ponies make fun of you, play mean tricks on you, telling you that your eyes look weird, but you wouldn't know about any of that because you've been living in a forest!"

I had no idea where that outburst came from, but it hurt me to speak those words out loud. My eyes started to well up with tears and I started to cry. I felt like I had done something wrong even though it wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault that any of this happened; that I messed things up; that my eyes didn't work the way they should. I felt so alone. Then, I felt a hoof wrap around me and I got pulled over toward's Lone Warrior's body.

"I know about it more than you think."

I sniffled and looked up at him. His face looked sad and forlorn.

"I was a colt living in an orphanage." he spoke, "I didn't lose my sight until one night when I heard some commotion outside my bedroom window. It sounded like somepony had stolen something and was being chased after. My curiosity lead me outside and I got in the way of the culprit. I never got a good look at his face, but I knew it was a unicorn, cause at that very moment, he cast a spell on me; I guess he didn't want me to report on him by seeing who he was, but the spell he cast on me left me permanently blind."

"Did it hurt?" I asked.

"Like having hot, searing flames thrown at your eyes."

I gasped. The thought of Lone Warrior getting hurt as a foal made me cringe.

"After I lost my sight," Lone Warrior continued, "many of the other foals at the orphanage, and even older ponies made fun of me and took advantage of my disability. I tried seeing doctors and magic adept unicorns to help restore my sight, but none of them could help me."

"Did Zecora try to help you too?"

"She did, but I didn't come across her until I was kicked out of the orphanage because I was considered unadoptable. They told me that a blind pony is a worthless pony."

Lone Warrior sighed. I couldn't help but feel bad for what he went through; if he only had at least one friend to cheer him up, then maybe thing would've turned around for him.

"Thats definitely not true." I said, "If that were true, then you wouldn't have showed me all those amazing things you do." I wrapped my hooves around his neck and nuzzled him, "and you definitely wouldn't have made me your friend."

I looked up at Lone Warrior and I could finally see a smile coming from his face; my eyes weren't fooling me there. Suddenly, Lone Warrior's eyes started to droop and he collapsed to the ground.

"Lone Warrior, what's wrong?"

"Those thorns that hit me were from a poison arrow plant."

"Poison?" I gasped, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't realize what it was either until the toxins started taking effect."

"Well what should I do?" I panicked

"Remember those herbs I put on your wing? Gather a fresh batch of them. They should have a distinct smell, like charcoaled mint."

I remembered Lone Warrior showing me how to use my senses, so I closed my eyes and sniffed the air. I could catch a small whiff of charcoaled mint not far from where we were. I followed the scent and when I opened my eyes, I found my nose in a patch of the herbs I was looking for. I picked some, rushed back over to Lone Warrior's side, and placed them on his wounds. I stayed with Lone Warrior until the herbs took care of the poison and healed him.

We're almost coming to the end. Please R&R.