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// Chapter Two 
// Story: Dry Bowser's Displacement 
// by Cipher800 
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What, or how would you feel if you have found yourself not in your own home, but in a world full of sentient, multicolored horses capable of building a civilization? Very confused, as that was how I felt. That, and being a dragon-turtle skeleton around eight feet tall would make you think about your next step. So, I kept along the outskirts of the forest as I watched the cart continue on its way, thinking about how I should play my cards. As I walked closer towards it, I tripped on a rock and fell, but not before catching myself on the nick of time.

Thank goodness I still have my quick reactions. Otherwise, I'd be mere dust by now. I caught myself with my hands and pulled myself back up onto my feet. Suddenly, out of the blue, highwaymen, or highwayponies, in this case, showed up and caught the poor guy by surprise, grabbing him, stabbing him with a sword, breaking his horn, tying a heavy-looking stone to his leg, and throwing him into the river to drown to death. Perfect way of getting a mode of transportation, huh, guys? The cart's diver would probably be dead before I could save him, so I could attack the highwayponies and get my transportation. Gah, now I'm starting to think like a- wait, that'll do. They were way too busy ransacking the cart for anything useful, and I might as well join because the path was near the forest, but I'm not gonna get some stuff, I'm here for the cart itself.

Fortunately, there were only three, but there could be more. As they were plundering the cart, I spat out a blue fireball towards their direction, and perfectly landed it right in front, with additional smoke as well. "Showtime." I say, jumping out from the forest and into the spot where they were. I summoned a bone, and whacked the first one unconscious, and then went to the second one, knocking him out as well. The third one managed to dodge it and drew his sword, slicing my bone into two, but not before I caused a bone to erupt from the earth, launching him sky high, but he caught himself midair with his wings. Before he could land a hit on me, I inhaled deeply and shot out a fireball, leaving him nothing but a sweet-smelling collection of ash. It was too late to save the original driver, he was drowning by the looks of it, but his cart could provide me something that's either useful or crappy. Unfortunately, the cow was dead, so there wasn't anything to pull that I could use. There was the highwaymen, but I don't wanna be stoned.

So, I grabbed them and threw them in the river along with the driver and pulled the cart into the forest so I could have a safe place to scavenge for supplies that I might need. As soon as I went far enough, I began to look in the cart for anything that I could use. "Apples, pears, grain, yada yada ya, nope, nope, nope." The contents of that cart consisted mainly of things like food and grain, but no meat, since ponies were vegetarian by nature. But just because it mainly consisted of one item does not mean there were other things in the mix. With some further scavenging, I found that there were also some useful things in the mix, like a few iron tools and weapons, and strangely enough, an unwritten leather book.

And yes, I am very much aware that there were no books in the Middle Ages, but this is Equestria, so things can be a teensy bit different from A to B to C. The remaining highwaymen can have the food for themselves, as a skeleton is unable to eat. I took another sword, an axe, and the book with me, which is going to be my journal. Now, the story that you are being told and the journal itself are two very different things, so do not get confused. "It has been roughly eight hours since I first woke up in this land. So, it would still be considered: Day One. This also doubles as my first entry in this old journal." I wrote with a quill that also was found in the dead guy's cart. "I woke up as Dry Bowser: the skeletal counterpart to the iconic villain: Bowser Koopa. Being undead isn't a good treat, especially is you are reduced to nothing but a walking, talking skeleton. I also woke up with a Manual for the Displaced, which will come in handy. I have wandered the forest, practicing my power, and walked upon the town, finding a pony. I still am not sure when I am, but I have a feeling that I'm in the Precelestial Era: the era before Celestia and Luna's rule. As for where I got this book from, I got it from a cart being plundered by some highwaymen, or highwayponies, in this case. There is not much else to be written, so this is Bartholemew, or as the name I am under now: Dry Bowser, signing out for the day." I wrote.

I turned to the cart and ransacked it for anything else that is useful or interesting. Fortunately, my shell had a bit in common with Pinkie Pie's mane, both being supposedly infinite in space, and we can pull anything we would want out of our respective hammerspace, but unlike Pinkie, I could only pull out what I already had in me, nor can I put in anything that is too big. But still, that is a plus over having to carry everything by hand, not that I am really complaining about what was equipped with me or anything. I honestly didn't feel bad about what I did with the highwaymen, but I was a little bit desperate and they left an innocent person to drown and die. Oh well, this stuff can get me through for a while.

I continued along the path across the outskirts of the forest, calmly enjoying the scenery. The Precelestial Era is an era that could change the course of Equestria forever due to my actions, that is, if I am in it. Galaxia and Aristotle are a mystery to me, and I wonder what they look like, and if this really is Equestria in the past. This is too detailed and vivid to be a dream, and I knew that as an undead being, I can live forever if I play my cards right. I am not the guy to think about other people's lives, or the guy that selflessly saves others. I'm more of a scavenger, taking lying in my grasp.

I looked to see a mountain range in the distance, but abruptly stopped when I realized my telekinetic abilities. I was able to crush rocks into pebbles with it, and the mountains seem like a good place to practice my abilities. There are no large cities and the closest thing to it is the occasional herd of mountain goats grazing in the alpine meadows. I also thought about where to live, and thought of my own telekinetic abilities, something that Dry Bowser didn't have, and the aura was more akin to that of Mewtwo from Pokémon or Sans from Undertale. But the former's abilities enabled them to build a castle around their old home, so, maybe I am just as potent? Oh well, there's one way to find out and one only.