The last human war.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used in this fan fic. all rights are reserved to Hasbro, the owners of My little pony: Friendship is magic
Author’s note: This is a short story I wrote wile feeling particularly like waging war on something, and slaughtering hordes of men and women, with a really big axe... but alas I came to my scenes.
Hate it, love it, I don’t really care, I wrote it and put it up here, so be it. But feel free to point out flaws in the grammar and spelling, whatever doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.
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There he stood looking out over the endless field, covered in hordes of Battle ready ponies, all glaring daggers at him. He was human, he was a warrior and he wouldn't just sit idly by as his friends were unjustly executed.
There where no guns here, no canons, no rifles, only sword, spears and magic for those who could wield it, maybe that was a good thing. He didn't want to fight them, he didn't want to spread the sorrow of war. A storm of tears and anger welded up in him.
A carriage came down from the sky apparently out of nowhere, accompanied by knights in golden armor. It stopped behind him forcing his back against the armies of the sun.
A large white presence stepped out of the golden trimmed carriage.
“You are here to negotiate my surrender, yes?” The human said as he lifted his heavy steel plated helmet of the ground and tucked it under his arm.
“I am prin-” She was cut short by the human.
“I know who you are, your the big dog, número uno, the big boss...” He took a deep breath “you are princess Celestia of Equestria, the royal pain that took my friends,” He almost spat the words, but not in hate or anger, but in a calm monotone voice that was more frightening than even the loudest battle cry.
A guard approached with a unpleasant look on his face.
“You are in the presence of a goddess! Show some respect!” He was about to give the human a good smack across the face.
This act of aggregation was met by a powerful bash by the humans shield, knocking him on the ground. He stepped on the stallions neck and turned to Celestia, who was as calm as the wind
“Is he important?” He asked in the same calm indifferent voice as before.
“A mere palace guard.” She said trying to read the humans mind, trying to determine what he would do next.
The human turned to the terrified stallion under his boot.
“Do you have a family?” The question shocked the guard.
“wah,... eh ,. what?” Was all the dazed stallion could muster.
“A family, a wife, a child, ponies close to your heart? Do you have a life worth living!?” The human said, raising his voice to clarify his point.
“Um... yes... Yes a beautiful wife, and a little filly” He mustered barely avoiding crying.
“How old” The humans questions was starting to resemble demands.
“Just under a year” His tears and sobs clear for all to see, the pain in his neck was nothing compared to the fear of never seeing his own again.
They all watched as the human pulled out a large broadsword from behind his back inspecting it.
The entire bulk of the guard strained them selfs ready to leap forward and take any blow he might give. Even the princess was growing anxious.
After what seemed like an eternity he finally spoke.
“I am not the spreader of sorrow and pain, I kill but a do not want to... a war with only one man... heh, seems silly for them all to die” He lowered his sword, the tip almost touching the stallions neck.
“This doesn't have to happen” Celestia said, concerned of what may happen next.
He started to apply pressure to the neck of the hulking stallion before he pulled his foot away, and raised his sword high. Celestia closed her eyes awaiting a spry of warm blood and the sound of cracking bones. But in stead there she was blessed by the sound of a metal edge driving trough earth.
“If it comes to it, I will stay my hand on the battlefield” He said with a sad and warm voice, as he helped the frighted and tear soaked stallion to his hooves. He tuned to Celestia as the stallion was helped away by his fellow guards. Her face was a mix of terror and wonderment.
“I will give up my campaign...” The silence was corrupted only by the sound of a sword that was pulled out of the ground. “...if my friends are returned to me, unharmed...” He walked up to her face to face, almost touching noses. “...and if we get to hold a public announcement.”
“A... are those your conditions? no protection? No political immunity?” she said with surprise, and fear of him.
“In our last battle a field promotion put me in charge, as the last officer took his last breath, I didn’t want it and I wont have it. We are… were, soldiers following orders, and now I’m the last one left, you are at war with one man.” He said with a smile on his face.
”If somepony want to take up what I have done, I am inclined to answer. And if your laws state that a lone warrior forced in to war by a contract he didn’t sign, is to be blamed so be it” He presented his blade to her.
“I give you my word and my blade that I will resign this war and never bother anypony again, if my brothers and sisters are returned to me” The sword glowed in a soft golden light as it levitated out of his hands. The lone warrior shot open his arms putting his life in the hooves of the sun goddess. He closed his eyes awaiting the response, awaiting his death.
After a long suspenseful silence the sun goddess answered.
“We accept your conditions, there will be no battle” Cheers were heard from the vast armies of the solar empire.
True to her word, the princess let free the human prisoners, but not all. The worrier knew his men and his officers, he knew he had to doom the worst. The ones too indoctrinated by hatred and anger to ever live in peace, had to stay, and die.
He walked and hand picked each and every one of them, he sentenced the captains and generals he swore an oath to, to there death still wearing their emblem. He had become the grim reaper. Not like in war, where he had reaped countless souls in the heat of battle, this time he chose them, HE doomed them, no one else was to blame.
And so he walked out of the prison doors with a few of his brethren leaving the rest. He had spared fifty of his comrades, all the while leaving hundreds of lost souls to die. Now came the part for the people.
They paraded through the streets of Canterlot, sad and defeated with the lone warrior at the tip. There destination, the plaza in front of the main gate. As the broken party of warriors entered the plaza the crowds of ponies booed and spat insults at them.
Only one walked up on the stage and took place behind the podium, the last reminiscence of the human army, the lone warrior.
“I-” He began but was cut off by howls of hate and anger from the crowed. “I... I am sorry!” He yelled out in to the crowed, it went dead silence in a second flat. He took off his helmet and let it fall to the ground, he walked to the edge of the wooden stage and slumped down, letting his feet dangle and hanging his head in defeat.
“I am the last general, the last commander, the last warrior, the last grunt of the greatest army the world have ever seen. And I am sorry for what I, and all my men was forced to do” A deafening silence followed.
“I am no general!” He said as he ripped off his gauntlets.
“I am no commander!” He spat as he tore off his shoulder pads.
“I am no warrior!” The broken old man said flinging his chest plate across the plaza ground.
“I’m not even a worthless grunt” He shot up and kicked his helmet far off in to the distance.
“I’m just a tired old man, tired of war, of death, of suffering” He said turning his back to the crowd and walking out the city, his men walking behind him.
And thus ends the last human war, and the world will hopefully never see the likes of us again.
(HA HA the end. hope you liked it, have a nice day)