Prologue
It was a dark night when it happened. I was but a young filly at the moment, but still I got to see it all. My dear parents where away in a business trip, which I really didn't minded at all, if it wasn't for him. That strange looking old unicorn that was also staying in the house of my parents’ house. He was a creepy old unicorn, and he is the cause of my being a shy filly. He began to tell me stories, which I found horrendous, but still I listened.
He spoke about war and Celestia knows all the horrors on it. I don't know, but I believe his way of telling it made me want to experience it myself... Obviously my worst mistake ever... Or maybe it wasn't?
When I was old enough, I joined the army. It was a strange thing, the army. It took me a while to get used to it. Obviously the news of my parents' passing toughened me up some years earlier, and the shouts and orders and commands where but a faint buzzing in my ear. I could tolerate it easily.
It was in the army that I met that mare. Sweet Celestia she was pretty. Not only pretty, but also tough as myself, I must admit. We both had our problems with the world, you see. She had also been orphan, her parents having died of a sickness back at her hometown. We became very good friends, and not long after we were having a secret relationship, for in the army it was prohibited to be with other pony. Those where happy days.
It all ended when we got to go to war. You see, war is strange. It is something I'd rather never had lived, but don't want to forget. In there I learned very important lessons of life, but also lost what was most precious to me.
We went to war together, never leaving each other's side. She and I fought more for our sake than to win the war.
I had a slight difference with her, though. She was a field soldier, whereas I was a field doctor. I tried to go wherever she went, as I well know she also tried the same with me. It wasn't enough.
Months after going to war, our platoon was assigned a mission into enemy territory. We were supposed to return with no casualties at all... It wasn't like that. Our field officer was the first to fall. He gave command to a Pegasus named Clover Clean or something like that. He ordered our withdrawal.
We tried to escape enemy forces but where eventually cut off. In there we resisted for a couple of days, barely managing to hold off our attackers, knowing this was our end. Slowly, we were dying. I'm afraid to say, she got seriously hurt. I forgot about the war at all. I really tried to save her... She begged me to attend to the others, that she was fine... I knew it was otherwise. In the end I heard her and went to attend the others.
The next day an allied patrol spotted us and helped us out of our position. By that moment it was too late. She was no longer on this world. I don't know how I managed to keep it together till we arrived at camp. There, realization hit me, as well as an enemy who managed to hurt my back legs terribly. I was sent back to main base, and finally to home.
You see, I don't know why all the need to write all this, except to introduce to who changed my life completely. His name was Searchlock Holmes. Curious name if you ask me, but still he managed to bring me back to life.
When I managed to return to my house after all that time in alien land, my brothers where there. They tried to cheer me up, but how could they... She was gone, and with her my life too. Maybe I'm sounding a little too dramatic, but it was like that. She had been the most important (and probably the only one) in my life. My family where two brothers, as you well know I no longer had any parents.
They tried all, but I didn't react. Yes, I spoke and laughed, but I never left my house. I never walked much not enjoyed company for long. It was like that until he turned inside my life. I still think I'm sounding dramatic, you know. Maybe I'll try not to, but those years of my life where dark.
I was sitting on my usual couch, watching the busy city of Canterlot from my comfortable house when I heard a knock at my door. I quickly went to answer it. I wasn't really expecting anypony, yet I don't know why I suddenly had this desire to see who it was. And there, in front of my house, was him.
That black pony with white mane and a spyglass as his cutie mark. I didn't say anything. He just stood there and looked inside my house. I don't quite recall what words we exchanged then and there, except that it was the first time of many that I saw him for the rest of the week. He was solving a case, or so he told me. I didn't quite believe him, until I ended up going with him around the city trying to solve that mysterious case of which I happened to know nothing about. It’s funny how I met him, and it's also pretty funny now when I think of those old times when he took me in unexpectedly into his cases.
Well, long story short, I ended up moving to his flat at Baker Street.
Oh, and I nearly forgot! I'm Watchson, Dr. John Watchson, and these are the adventures I had with the consulting detective Searchlock Holmes...