//------------------------------// // moon what? // Story: Proof within the moon. // by New Lunar //------------------------------// The everfree forest inhabts the most dangerous creatures known to pony kind, but to some its a place called home. Well this is home of Banjo Moon. This is the story of me. "Whats moonshine?" asked a rather large stallion in worn blue jeans and a dirty white T-shirt. "Its the strongest proof of alcohol known to pony kind and its also illegal, so thats why i'm making it out here Big Mac" responded a rather less than back woods accsent "N' why are ya makein it than Banjo? N' whats with ta camo face paint?" "If ya havent seen im not the darkest colored pony on this rock! And whats with the 20 questions anyways?" I responded in a rather angry tone. "Sorry A' dont geta askn many questions but when A' do A' do thats why." After a long moment of silence I was feeling a bit of a knot in my stomach and knew if I didnt say sorry Applejack would come asking why her brother ain't happy, and plus he's like a brother to me. "...... oh well im sorry fo yellin at ya" "Its alrite A' guess. so when A' geta taste your uh moonshine stuff?" He looked like a colt asking his mother for some candy. Plus I can't blame him moonshine is at its best mixed with some of the best apple jucie in all of equestria. After a long 5 minutes of waiting next to steel oil drum a clear liquid started to slowly drip out a metal spout. The look on Big Mac's face was so child like. It reminded me of the first time i saw snow, it was a magical thing. The white fluffy specks slowly fell to my warm fur as I made my way the this forsaken forest looking for something, but I can't recall what though. Its all been a question for as long as I can remember. Where was my mother? Where was my father? I can't recall any thing about my child hood all but this fucking forest. "Ya ok there Banjo?" asked a concerned female voice similar voice to Big Mac's. As I snaped back to now I feel a warm trail run down my face. "Um yea im fine" as in the process of slowly smugging the face paint and turning to properly see oh was the owner of the voice. "Thanks for asking miss Applejack." I always had athing for Applejack and Big Mac never lets me here the end of it. Today she looked..... like always beautiful, she was wearing a pair of loose (but still showed her curves) blue jeans with a carmal butten up work shirt, her cutie mark half coverd by her sleve was three red apples. Her tan fur was coverd in todays work at sweet apple acres also her blond pony tail was let down for some reason blowing in the brease with her tail. Big Mac well like I said before was wearing worn blue jeans with a well I guess a once white T-shirt, but unlike his sister he had red fur with a orange maine but a little long for a stallion. He always had a peace of hay hanging out of his mouth and I don't remember a single time of knowing him not having one in there. His cutie mark was of a green apple cut in half. "eeeyypp ya alrite there?" "As good as it can get ya'll, and ain't I saved by the bell from 20 questions the shine is done ya'll, now all we need is some of the good apple jucie ya'll make." I kinda responded a little to happy to see that the moonshine was done. "So who wants first shot of this?" And I was shocked by who answered. "A' do Big Mack aint that' good wit hard liquir. Aint that' rite Big Mac?" Nothing was heard from the buff stallion all but a sigh of approvel. "You sure ya can handle this? Cause if ya can't talk tomarrow I don't want Big Mac huntin me down ya hear." I said very conserned, but its not Big Mac im worried about its Granny Smith im scared of. After watching Big Mac and AJ take there shots I didn't see them drinking I saw a well built gray earth stallion taking the shot of moonshine, but the kicker was the cutie make on his arm was a moonshine bottle just like mine. Only thing was his wasn't a banjo it was a crossbow. I always heard the Moon family was great warriors of the lunar army, this must explane the crossbow. As i'm still looking over the stallion I could hear talking in the distence, one of a hushed voice. "Heres the stil, even tho he is unarmed he is still a high threat due to his back round. If he try's to attack kill him on site no questions asked, and Luna will not know of this due to the request from Celestia is that clear?" his fleet of 50 plus stallions wearing golden armor just nodded. " Ok surround him and the stil and burn every thing." Now I was in a small log house. As I looked at my surrondings I could smell the old wood mixed in with damp dirt. I soon relised i'm a few feet shorter than normal. The only way I could think of to answer this was to find a mirror. Than like out of reflex I ran up a small set of stairs and bolted into the bathroom. I saw was me when I was a colt. I looked the same now as I did than, but my body build was a little more and my wings are bigger and subtract the scars I always hid. I looked more and more, I have cream colored fur with a long dirty blond main with a little bit brighter yellow streak that ran throgh it just like my tail. "SURRENDER OR DIE!" I snaped out of my trance as I ran to window just to see that stallion get shot by 50 royal guards. "DAD NOOO!". "BANJO, BANJO SNAP OUT OF IT!" As I opened my eyes I could feel the forearms of Big Mac. 'SMACK' as I turned my head to the pony that just slapped me I was meet with the worried eyes of Applejack. "BANJO! SNAP OUT OF IT!" As she reared her hand up for a nother slap all I could do was let a tear run down my face. "W-what happend?" But I was to late as the hand of that farm mare came across my face once more. "STOP YOU SLAP HARDER THAN A STALLION!" was all I could get out be for she wrapped me in a hug. I know I did something to scare her cause she don't just hug me for no reason unless she was worried for me or was scared. "Ya scared me Banjo!" was all Applejack could say before she started to cry. "Big Mac what happened?" as I was conserned for my self. "Ya started to shake really bad bafore ya started to swing at ma' sis and thats when A' put ya in that there head lock." In a smart tone. All of a sudden I hear a twig snap. Still holding the sobbing mare I Turned to face Big Mac "ya'll hear that?" "Noppe." As a arrow flew past my head I pushed AJ to the ground. Big Mac was looking for the source of the arrow, as I saw where the arrow hit I knew this was bad. Big Mac was still looking for the attacker as I jerked him ontop of Applejack and as I flared my pale wings out... "BOOM!!" Was the next thing to happen. As I thought the worse was over I started feeling weak with a pain that felt like a timber woof digging into my back. As I looked down at the free flowing warm crimson liquid running down my now bloody tan shirt and camo pants. "BANJO STAY WITH ME PLEASE! BANJO!" was the last thing I heard before I fell face first and my world turn't black.