I wasn't supposed to be where I was now. Or at least that's what the light in my dream said to me. I was supposed to be a "creator of worlds" it said. I was to create fate or something like that, and manage the lives of millions. But what can I do in a world that doesn't need saving? What can I build with the tool gun to change my fate? But more importantly, why was I chosen to wield such power over said gun?

(Thank you myhe01 for cover art!)

(Special thanks to my EPIC Editor ultra1437)

((The idea from this story was taken from chapter 12 of Gravitys Rainboom fantastic story: MIA. I've talked with the author, and he allowed me to write this story, since I feel as though it will be somewhat similar.))

This story has been cancelled! You can discover the ending (last story on the page) HERE

They say that Spartans never die; that they're only missing in action. But can that really be true if you don't feel alive? If the very purpose of your existence is suddenly taken from you?

Noble Six detonated the rigged slip-space drive on the Covenant corvette as Jorge-052 simply floated back down to Reach, gripping her dogtags tightly.

To Reach, Jorge, and the UNSC, Spartan-B312 is gone; whether it be KIA or MIA.

But to Equestria, Noble Six is anything but dead...

When Wanderer D dies, he ends up looking at two incredibly large beings that will decide his fate.

What could that fate possibly be?!

If the fact that this is posted in a MLP:FIM story archive and it has ponies listed as characters doesn't give you a clue... wonder no more and just... read.

This story has been called a 'deconstruction of self-insert cliches'... I call it: 'I need therapy.'

Inspired loosely by the letters: JG and LT. If you get the reference you know your DL well enough.