Chapter 2: A New Town
Baldric awakes due to a light shining through the trees above him and onto his scruffy face.
“Oh man what a crazy dream, talking mini zebras and birds made of fire…”
He looks around scratching his head and realizes it was not a dream; he’s still next to that same mud hut and out walks that same zebra from yesterday carrying a bag on her back and another in her mouth.
Zecora drops the bag in her mouth at Baldrics feet and states “This is for you, that brew I made for you won’t last. Take a sip when words you cannot grasp.”
“Ooh, more of that magic soup? Thank you, but before we head out can I get something to eat?” says Baldric as he gives her a big smile.
“Ha, food we can get in Ponyville, but till then, take this carrot to tie you down” She pulls a carrot out of her bag with her mouth and hands it to him.
A little discouraged because now it has some zebra spit on it Baldric says “Thanks I’ll make it last till we get to the town then.”
They set off toward the edge of the forest toward what was known as Ponyville. Ponyville Baldric thought? What crazy world did that blasted dark wizard send me too? Where ponies or… zebras can talk? Not just that but a town named after ponies? The people there must really like ponies. Things were starting to get a little weird here. Never the less he carried on and left with Zecora toward this new town.
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After walking for what seemed like forever on an empty stomach, he hears a shriek in the distance.
“Did you hear that Zecora? Sounded like a little girl! Quickly! We have to go help her!”
Baldric rushes off into the distance, maneuvering through some trees while following the screams for help. Baldric enters a small clearing and sees creatures that resembled large wolves, but they were not made of flesh and fur, no they were made of wood and had somewhat of a magical glow in their eyes.
They surrounded 3 small creatures, same shape as Zecora, but one had yellow fur with a bow in its reddish mane. Next to the little creature were 2 other small ones, to the right, orange fur with purplish pink hair and what seemed to be wings on her back and to the left side was a white one with a horn on her head along with a light purple and pink mane.
“I told you we shouldn’t of taken that shortcut through the trees to Zecora’s house!” Squeaked the white one.
“How was I supposed to know this was Timberwolf territory?!” shouted the orange one
“Ah don’t wanna die yet! We Need Heeelp!” said the yellow one almost crying.
At that moment Zecora jumped out from the trees and shouted” Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle! Hold on young ones!”
At that moment Baldric knew what he had to do, fight the creatures, the monsters. It’s what he had always done, and just because these ones were made of wood made it no different than any other time.
“STAND BACK LITTLE ONES!” shouts Baldric as he rushes at the nearest Timberwolf and smashes down on it with his makeshift club, crushing it into the ground, and with a yelp it stops moving.
All the Timberwolves turn their attention upon Baldric, seeing him as a threat now.
“Zecora! Take the young ones to safety, I’ll follow you when I’m done here!” He Picks his club back up and runs at another, raising his club into the air then bringing it down with a crash on top of another Timberwolf's head.
At that moment Zecora jumps between the spaces and covers the three little fillies leading them back toward the main road.
A Timberwolf runs at Zecora and the three fillies snarling.
“AHHH! It’s chasing us!” Screams the white one, as the Timberwolf lunges at the ponies a large rock slams into it.
With a high pitched whine, the Timberwolf crashes into a nearby tree.
“I said Run!” Shouts Baldric as two Timberwolves lunge at him from both sides.
He quickly steps back and grabs both Timberwolves mid lunge in each hand by their neck, and proceeds to smash their heads together. The Timberwolves went limp in his hands.
“For being made of wood you sure are frail” He throws the two limp Timberwolves at the pack and gets into a low stance, arms out wide and hands open.
After witnessing five of their brethren fall in a fight against this huge strange two legged creature, the timberwolves decide it’s not worth it and retreat back into the forest to avoid any more casualties; they would just have to find food elsewhere.
Baldric emerges from the trees back to the road where he meets Zecora and the three smaller ponies near her. “Well are you three young ones ok? Are you zebras like Zecora?”
“Yes we are fine, but zebras? No were just simple ponies here, but here is a question for you, what are you?” says the orange one
“Now thas a rude question to ask somepony who just saved our lives don’t ya think Scootaloo?” states the yellow one.
“Ha-ha, its fine little orange one, well I’m a human, and it seems I’m somewhat of a rare species around these parts, um, Scootaloo was it?”
Wait, did she just say somepony? Must be something they created themselves.
“Yeah, my names Scootaloo, this here’s Apple Bloom, and she’s Sweetie Belle. Thanks for saving us.”
“No problem little ponies.” Baldrics stomach suddenly grumbles loudly.
“Oh ya sound hungry! Why not follow us’n come visit my apple farm! We have loads a apples and I’m sure Applejack will be happy to feed you as payment for saving us!”
“Ahem" Zecora doesn’t look too happy
“What were you three fillies doing wandering this forest? Were you searching for me?” Zecora glares at them for a time.
“Well uh, we were hoping you could maybe probably help us, by making a magic brew that would help us discover our cutie marks?” Sweetie Belle nervously squeaks.
“Nonsense little ones, told you before that a cutie mark is earned through time and age. Now let us head back and get you three to safety.” Zecora ushers the three little fillies in front and gets them to start walking.
Well maybe now I can get something to eat, can’t wait to get some meat… wait, do ponies eat meat? Baldric thinks for a minute and wonders if the only thing for him to eat would be apples…
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Before long they reach the edge of the forest, and Baldric sees a nice little village across the stream.
“Is that the town you spoke of Ms. Zecora?” Baldric points in the town’s direction “The Ponyville?”
“Ponyville it is indeed Baldric. First we must head to a pony by the name of Rarity to see about getting you some new clothes.”
“Don’t you Worry Zecora, I’m sure my big sis will help him out once she hears what he did for us!”
“Yeah! You can head back Zecora we can handle it from here!”
“Visit Twilight Sparkle, before I head home I must.” Zecora heads out leaving Baldric with the three little ponies that barely came up to his knees.
“Well I guess we should visit this Rarity person to get my new cloths ordered before I go get something to eat at your farm little yellow one”
“Ma names Apple Bloom, and don’t ya worry none. I’am sure she can make you something faster than you can even blink!”
“Yeah my sis is the best at making dresses and outfits! And they’re so beautiful and elegant for any occasion”
“Oh? Sounds like she might have her work cut out for her, when she’s making something for me”
A fearsome warrior wearing a beautiful dress? Hopefully this Rarity knows how to make some pants. These leaves feel like they’re giving me a rash.
They head out and cross the bridge and enter the town. After some time Baldric notices that he doesn’t see anything that looks human like, as a matter of fact he doesn’t see any living thing in the town. The only thing he sees are houses with closed doors and closed windows, not even a single door mat was visible in front of the homes.
“Hey is it just me, or is this a ghost town?” asks Baldric
“That’s just cause everyponys scared, they ant ever seen something as big as you walk around on two legs before”
Apple Bloom takes a deep breath “Don’t Worry everypony! He’s a nice stallion that helped us in the Everfree Forest!”
As if a wave of fear lifts from the village, doors and windows open and heads poke out.
“Is everyone that lives here also a Pony as well?” Baldric says with a troubled look on his face.
“No, not everyone, there’s also 2 donkeys and of course pets. Oh and there’s Spike as well, he’s a baby dragon.”
“A Dragon?!” Baldric gasped at the thought of a dragon living in this town filled with ponies.
“You mean a real dragon that breathes fire and could kill 100s with a single breath?!”
“Spike? HAHA!” All three fillies laugh and Scootaloo rolls around on the floor a bit.
“Spike's nothing like that, although I’m sure other dragons are capable of such things.” Scootaloo shudders at the thought.
“It’s a good thing adult dragons tend to keep to themselves instead of attacking towns.”
With that thought in mind they head over to the shop where Baldric can get some clothes.