//------------------------------// // The Griffin Who Could // Story: A Life Fully Lived // by Sylpheed Dashstep //------------------------------// Wait, how the fuck did she...I mean you're invincible for Grodd's sake! "Yeah, no shit," I muttered, staring at the blood on my paw. "I'm going after her," I stated. Are you insane! The one creature in Equestria who can apparently harm you and you want to head towards it! I ignored the nagging voice of my creator and began to float again, rising above the trees and looking around for any sign of her. I took little note of how low the sun was and surveyed the tops of the trees around me, my eyes drinking in the last of the light and allowing me to pierce the shadows below the canopy top. How do you even know she's still in the forest? She is a Griffin after all, she could be mi- "Found her," I said as I spotted a flash of white feathers a few hundred yards away. "Sometimes I have to give you credit for these powers you gave me, they do come in handy." Whatever he said was lost to me as I landed under the foliage, heading towards the griffin who was laying prone on the ground. I managed to take a few steps closer before a twig snapped under my feet and she turned around, aiming a gun at my face. "Woah, calm down there...I honestly don't know what to call you," I said, giving a small smile. Her name's Gilda, and shouldn't you be shitting yourself right now? "Why," I asked, floating in front of the barrel of the gun as the griff-Gilda inspected me. "Maybe it's because of the fact that she's the only one that can hurt me?" I tapped on my cheek and when she caught sight if the now dry scar her eyes went wide with disbelief. "Th-thst's not possible though," she said, pulling the gun a bit higher and cocking it. "Uh, yeah, that's what we've been saying. You are the first thing to ever cause me physical harm," I said with a small smile. "Given the fact that my healing agents kicked in a few seconds ago, this should be gone in a few minutes." "You...still have that," she asked, reaching out a claw to touch my cheek. I pulled away from her touch slightly and gave her a confused look as I said, "Yeah, I got it like three minutes ago." "No, no, no," she said, setting the gun down, "you got that-" Her sentence was cut off as a couple of bullets came flying towards us, both of us hitting the ground quickly. I heard her mutter something about "those damn zebras" before picking up her rifle and firing off a few shots. After a few seconds of stunned silence I decided to help her, figuring that something shooting at us was definitely not friendly. I stood up and held out my two fore paws, firing out two streams of water that tore through the foliage in the direction of the bullets. The bullets stopped coming and Josh said, "I still say you're OP." "Wait...what," I said, automatically sensing the change in the narration...my narration for that matter. "Dude, why the hell am I being narrated now," he asked, his voice becoming confused and questioning. We were both interrupted by Gilda as she took my face in her claws and inspected my cheek. "Wound is only a couple of minutes old, but that's impossible, I gave that to you a year ago," she said, inspecting the cut closely. "Okay, one, that was only a few minutes ago for me, two, how do you remember that? I can't even remember what I had for lunch last week," I said, making a joke as I tried to figure this out. "Wait, did you have anything to do with this," I asked Josh. "What reason would I have for taking you a year forward in time," he asked, providing a key point to this. "I honestly have no clue what's going on, but you seem just as lost as I do, so I'll explain. First off, the reason I can remember that is because Griffins have a perfect memory, happy? And second of all, it's been a year since you...did whatever you did, and since then Equestria has gone to war against the Zebras. The Griffin Empire has decided to help Equestria and so here I am." I nodded and said, "Great, I get dropped right into a war again." "I'm here to capture a shaman from the Zebras. I have to bring her back to the HQ and hand her over to the questioning committee so they can get the Zebras secrets," she said. "Why are you telling me all this," I asked, "for all you know, I could be with the Zebras." "But that comment right there let's me know that you're not...plus, you asked me out," she said, a small blush appearing on her features. "Wow, you honestly are still on that, after a year? Not that I'm complaining," I said quickly, "I just think that as a respectable adult, you probably should have gotten over this a year ago." "Oooh, looks like someone's getting a bit flustered," Josh said, thankfully from inside my head this time. I shut my mouth and began to move deeper in the forest, hearing Josh ask from above us, "So who the f*** are-wait, what? What the h*** was that?" "You're being...censored now. What the fuck is going on," I asked, realizing with surprise that I could still curse. "This is all just confusing me even more," Gilda said, creeping onwards. "Lets just go get Zecora and get back to HQ." I nodded and followed after her, the two of us trekking through the forest without incident. We reached a hut and Gilda held a claw up to her lips, signaling for me to be quiet and we snuck up to the doorway, both of us pushing in together, my fore paws on fire and ready to kill, and her rifle poised and ready to maim. What we saw was nothing like either of us expected. Zecora was handcuffed to a bed with another zebras head between her legs. "Kinky," Gilda said, making the two of them aware of us. They stopped and the stallion shot up, bringing around his gun. Gilda shot him square in the chest and he tumbled over the back of the bed, leaving Zecora chained to the bed and squirming. "Please-" she began, her voice cutting off as Gilda shoved a gag in her mouth, muffling her words into groans of unease. "Nice, we got her," Gilda said, offering me a high five. I completed the high five and gave her a smile, helping her settle the zebra on her back and walking out the door into the waiting arms of...whoever's side this was. "Umm, Gilda," I warned, "there are a shitload of guards out here." I didn't hear her in the hut anymore and I hesitantly looked into the hut through the now unhinged door, fully turning my head the moment I noticed something was wrong. Everything was covered in layers of dust. There were empty bottles on the desk and the floor was littered with trash. That was when somebody hit the back of my head and everything went dark.