Charter had ran through the night and into the early morning, finally reaching the high ground overlooking Star Harbor. The rays of Celestia's sun began to peak over the horizon of the ocean. Water still filled the streets of the wasted city. Nearly half of the buildings had been destroyed, though a good many older ones - those made of stone - managed to withstand the wave. 

The Scholar continued his trot, though he was far slower. He had not the endurance of an Earth Pony, nor the speed of a pegasus. But what he did have was a strong love driving him. 

He entered the water logged streets, the sea water reaching up to his knees. Bodies of unicorns and unfortunate slaves floated in the salt water. Seagulls were pecking at the garbage of an overturned dumpster. Yet despite the carnage, the water looked blue and fresh as if it were still part of the ocean. The sun was shining brightly - as if the town was still alive.

Charter headed down the Main Road, risking the deeper waters and exhaustion to get to the studio his sister was staying at. He looked around, seeing if there were any survivors. But all he saw were corpses. He took a left were the Road meet up with the harbor district. The water was lower here, but the Scholar was soaked to his bones. He did not care though. Only one thing mattered at that point. 

Hope rose at the sight of the residence of Mrs. Shore Gem, a tall, three story stone building that withstood the force of the wave. Charter ran to the door and opened it. Much to his horror, sea water began to rush out of the building. 

He entered and saw the body of Mrs. Gem and her daughter. His heart shook, for he and his sister used to spend their nights with them, drinking tea, and talking about life. Charter stood there for moments, in complete silence, closing his eyes. There was a sheet of linen laying in the water. Charter couldn't leave the two like this, so he took the cloth and placed it over the bodies. He said a prayer for them, and went up the stairs. 

He entered the studio, but found only the washed up paint bottles and wet canvases. The shuttered window was blown opened, though the door to the studio managed to stay shut. Charter looked frantically, but found not his sister. He yelled and called, but no pony replied. 

He ran out to the street and and ran down the roads yelling and calling her name. "Vista! Vista!" echoes though the dead city. He did this for hours. 

Exhaustion began to kick in, as he stood on the road his sister was just on hours ago. Looking out to the ocean, he saw some ships moored on the beaches. And Ponies on watch. Charter walked through the wet streets, through remains of the harbor, and onto he beach were the Leviathan fleet waited. On the sands, soaking and barely coherent, the Scholar collapsed.