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// Chapter 1: Bullseye 
// Story: My Little P.O.N.I.E.S 
// by Gray Valentine 
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Chapter 1: Bullseye


Last bullet. I have to make this count. If I miss, it's all over. I control my heartbeat, waiting for the perfect moment to fire. I look down the scope, and aim at my target. *Bang* Bullseye.

I look to my instructor to my right, and see him writing down on his clipboard. "Good job Bullseye. I guess what they say is true. You never do miss." He says, as he hands me a piece of paper. "Congratulations. You pass the marksmanship training. You are now officially a sniper for the Royal Guard. Take this over to Corporal Crybaby over there to get it finalized." We salute each other, and I walk towards the Corporal.

"Hey Crowley. I passed." I said, handing the piece of paper to him. He takes the paper from me, and as he usually does, sniffs the air, as if he had been crying. He takes one look at it, nods his head, stamps it with the Royal Seal, and hands it back.

"I knew you would, Bullseye. We don't call you that for nothin'." He said, sounding nasily. "You start on Monday. By the way, what do you have planned later?"

"Nothing really. Why?" I asked him.

"Wanna go to Sugarcube Corner down in Ponyville? I heard Pinky is throwing a good party tonight." He said.

"No thanks Crowley. I'd rather relax at home. Appreciate the thought though."

"Alright. I'll see you monday then." I wave goodbye, and leave the room. I look around the building, taking in the sights, glad I never have to be back here again.

The building is brand new, only a year or so old. It is built on the outskirts of Canterlot, and was made specifically for training new Royal Guard recruits. It's a large bulding, about 20 rooms, all of which are as big as the foyer of the castle. Each room is specially designed to tailor to each specialization, including marksmanship, stealth, hand to hand combat, engineering, and many more. I've only been interested in the marksmanship aspect of it. I leave the building, and start my walk home.

About 20 minutes later, I reach the front door to my house. It's not much to look at, only a small one bedroom home, but it suits me. I'm not really one for large crowds. I unlock the door, and walk in. I turn on the light, and flop down on my couch. 

"Today has been a long day. I hope I finally made you proud Dad. I'm a sniper, working for the Princess. I know, it's not what you really wanted me to do, but you always told me, 'Do what your good at. Make a decent living, and live your life to it's fullest. That will make you happy.' Today is the day that my life will mean something. Today is the day I make you proud to call me your son." I put my hoof to my cheek, to see that I was crying. I sit up, but my face in my hoofs, and start to cry harder. "I miss you, so much." I then breath deeply, stop crying, and stand up. I turn off the light, and head to my room. 

I look in the mirror on the wall, imagining myself in Royal Guard armor. I am a brown earth pony, with a black and red mean, with a matching tail. My cutie mark is a bullseye. I put my certification on my end table, lay down on my bed, and drift off to sleep.