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// Chapter 2: The Tour 
// Story: The Legend of Winds Requiem  (an OC backstory) 
// by HeroOfWinds 
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The field trip left in the morning and we started our trip to Ponyville we first visited the Castle of Friendship. I took on all the sites of a real castle, as I have only ever seen pictures in books. I was astonished to get to meet Princess Twilight Sparkle herself, as she made time to greet the tour personally. She giggled when she saw me in my getup. Afterwards the tour went to a place called Sugarcube Corner for refreshments. There was a crazy bouncing pink pony served us all cake and juice. She was really funny. 

After that we visited other places in Ponyville and we did it by walking. It sure felt strange to walk on the hard ground, but it felt oddly satisfying underhoof as well. Every now and then i paused and took practice swings with my toy sword and imagined being a hero. We saw the mayors office, the bowling alley, walked all the way out to Sweet Apple Acres. We saw it all. 

Finally the tour was nearing its end
As we walked back from sweet apple acres. The plan was to meet in front of the Castle of Friendship for a group photo in the sunset before flying back up to Cloudsdale. On the way I saw a few dead bushes and couldn't resist stopping and whacking at them with my sword. I practiced all the moves I had read about and been practicing for weeks. After a few minutes I realized how far behind from the group I was. I started to run to catch up, yet something did not feel right. My wings started to itch terribly again, but after a quick scratch i ignored the irritation. Right before coming around a corner I heard a sharp scream that was cutoff. I knew something was wrong and I dove into the bushes. I slowly crept forward staying hidden in the bushes until I saw a series of overturned wagons with my entire tour group huddled underneath them, trapped. Ahead I also saw the limp form of our tour guide sprawled out on the ground, blood trickling from a wound on her head. Suppressing a gasp, I continued to survey the situation. A group of stallions walked into view, all of them armed with real swords. My brain was telling me to make a break for it and try and get help, but my heart knew that help would not make it in time. I decided that if I wanted to be a hero I had to prove it.