Water. That's all of the eye can see; water. We were a good distance away from the Rook Islands now, still seeing the faint outlines of the mountains.
Oh, where are my manners? I am Jason Brody, part-time photographer and full-time mass murderer. My time on Rook may have given me PTSD, scars, mental scars, images of Keith being raped by some insane Australian dude named Buck, and nightmares for the rest if my life. I also learned how to kill, as stated before, and to make medicine, sense enhancers, how to make things from animal skins, and all-out combat tactics. I preferred assault rifles, suppressed SMGs, suppressed sniper rifles, and a Recurve Bow. I was pretty good with the other weapons, but these four are my most preferred.
"J, you alright? You don't look too good..." A voice inquired, snapping me out of my trance. A voice that was identified as my little brother, Riley Brody.
"Yeah, just a bit seasick is all." I replied, returning my gaze back to the big ocean. I turned my head around fifty degrees, and what I spotted was something that struck fear in me: a large storm, and we were heading towards its direction. "We got a storm ahead!" I shouted, snapping everyone out of their sheer boredness.
"Do we have something that will help us if we go overboard?" Asked Keith, fear present in his voice.
"We have some lifejackets that I scavenged." Riley said as he revealed a box full of the orange vests. Thunder rang in the distance, announcing its presence with a loud thundering boom that shook through my whole body.
"Quickly! Put them on!" Daisy yelled, while jogging to get one. A large wave hit the boat, rocking it to the side. Luckily it didn- OH SHIT! I felt myself careen over the edge of the boat, falling to the icy waters below.
"JASON!!" Liza screamed at the top of her lungs, looking over the edge. I frantically looked at the boat, looking for anything that I could grip onto and climb. My search was interrupted when another large wave hit, sending me to an underwater grave. I had exhaled when it hit, leaving me with minuscule breath. But I felt something... Weird. I felt like someone was pulling me. I turned my gaze around and spotted something that belongs in science fiction; a wormhole of sorts, sucking in the water and me. I tried to swim away, but it was too strong. After struggling with trying to resurface, I felt my lungs were gonna explode, killing me. I let myself succumb to the wormhole, letting it swallow me. But when I finally went through, I felt myself hit solid ground before losing consciousness.
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Canterlot Castle, 7:00 PM
In a another dimension, a midnight blue humanoid equine being stared out the window of her room, seeing the sun about to be set. She as Princess Luna, the one who raises the moon. She really doesn't raise the moon, she actually enchants the moon itself to make it shine a bright silver colour when it's in the sky. A knock on her door snapped her out of her thoughts as she made her way to answer. When she opened the door, she was met by her eldest sister, Princess Celestia, the one who raises the sun. Yet again, she didn't. She only made it shine brighter when she raises it, and dim a little bit when it lowers.
"Sister, I want to ask you something." The solar princess asked her younger sister.
"What does thou have to ask?" Luna inquired, her curiosity peaking as to what she had to say before doing the 'lowering' and 'raising' process.
"About four minutes ago I felt a disturbance. A magical expulsion to be precise. I have traced it to the outskirts of Ponyville. When we are done here, I want you to take a small squad of Lunar Guards to investigate." She answered, the news of a magical disturbance ringing in Luna's mind.
"It shall be done, Tia." She replied with a smirk, calling her sister a name that she didn't like.
"Don't call me that, and I won't call you LuLu." She retorted, a smirk appearing on her face as well. "Even during the whole day." The lunar princess's eyes shrank. She hated being called LuLu more than anything. The second being short stack. Luna nodded her head and went off to gather her small squad. 'At least she didn't call me short stack...'
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Twenty minutes later...
Luna sat in the small scout helicopter, the deafening sound of the rotors going about the speed of a monorail with nitrous. In her hand was a map with a marked spot, an 'X' appearing between a hill and the Everfree.
"Princess, we've arrived." One of her guards said, snapping her attention off the map. She gave a simple nod and stepped off, the rotors directly overhead. She and the squad walked east to the site of the disturbance. After a few minutes of walking, she saw an unusual sight; a creature, bipedal, like her, well built, furless, with the only hair on its head, almost pale white skin. It wore a light blue shirt, that look a bit torn in certain areas, khaki coloured cargo pants, and black hiking shoes. It's hair was done up, in almost a faux hawk style, and next to the unconscious being was a rucksack, a weapon holster, with four weapons on the harness, a large pouch, another, larger pouch, a machete in its scabbard, and an large arrow quiver. It's chest rose up and down, signalling it was still alive.
"Guards, take the creature onto the helicopter. We've just found a new species. Maybe." She instructed, with the guards comply lying and doing what was told. The lifted the creature and put him in the helicopter. As it was put in a safe position, along with its things, they climbed aboard and lifted off, the rotors starting up and giving its deafening roar. The helicopter rose off the ground and left, making its way towards Canterlot.
"Guard, may I borrow your radio?" Princess Luna asked the guard sitting next to her.
"Yes, your highness." He said as he gave it to her. She gave a grateful nod and turned it on.
"Any guard who is on dungeon duty, ready a cell. We've picked up a furless, bipedal creature that is armed. I just want to play it safe." She said, releasing her index finger of the talk button.
"Yes, Princess Luna." The guard on the receiving side responded. She gave the guard back his radio and sat back in her seat. 'Let's hope he isn't hostile...' She thought as the helicopter made its way back to Canterlot.