“Silver Blast?” A voice asked, “Never heard of him. Probably some guy with a little luck.”
“No, sir,” Another voice said, “According to our magical readings, he took down his own army with two other friends.”
“Really?” He asked, “Zydor, get the troops, we’re going to Equestria.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Fire Eye” Zydor said. Fire Eye sat there, wondering about this little colt. Probably not a challenge. And so it was too begin. The End of the Beginning.