Date: November 23ed,1943
Location: Greenland.
Operation: Out Cold.
Time: 13:00
A few seconds earlier...
Ahh fuck did that crash landing ever hurt! You say to yourself as you regain consciousness and look around the cockpit of your beloved spitfire. Darkness... darkness is all that you're greeted with. "Well that sure was a cool spell, but I don't think it did anything." You freeze in your spot as you hear voices coming from outside.
Thinking fast you feel around your pilot coveralls for any form of weapon you can use to kill these Germans. Wait... Did that one just speak English? Did she just say spell? You think to yourself as you grab a hold of your combat knife. I am so fucked right now.
Listening closely you can hear faint footsteps in the snow outside. It's now or never Anon. You state as you get ready to jump out at the first German you see. Thoughts go through your mind as you hear the steps get closer and closer. What are they going to do to me? Torture? Interrogate? Kill? or all of them!? You're taken from your thoughts when you hear someone fiddling with the latch. Taking in a deep breath you position yourself in the best way to jump out at them.
*Swoosh*
The canopy door opens and you waste no time jumping out of the cockpit. "DIE! JERRY!" You yell as you land right on top of your first victim. You place the knife up against the persons neck. Your vision starts to come to you and you notice that you're not on top of a German but instead a horse. What the fuck? You think as you look around to see multiple horses standing there in shock.
Before you can even take in the situation the horses start to run around and scream, toppling everything over that stands in their paths. You never knew horses could scream but you guess there is a first time for everything. Turning your attention back to the horse... These animals are way to small to be horses. You think to yourself. I think calling them ponies is a much better comparison. Shaking your head you stop digressing and focus on the problem at hand.
The mare bellow you seems to be knocked out, and the only ponies that stay behind are the ones that have the same outfit as this one. Why ponies are wearing blue and yellow outfits confuses you to no end. Having no coral with these ponies, you retract your knife to its respected place. That is until you get shoved to the ground by one of the ponies that stayed behind.
"Back off our captain you monster!" The pony shouts as it tackles you to the ground. Did that pony just talk? You say to yourself as you grab the pony on top of you and toss it away. To your surprise these ponies are way lighter than you would of first thought.
The pony goes flying off in a random direction as you get up and regain your bearings. "Oh sure I'm the monster. You're the talking pony!" You state as you look at the rest of the suited ponies. They seem to be quite angry with you but at the same time awe struck, at your ability to communicate with them. You would have the same expression if you weren't in survival mode at the moment.
"I-IT CAN TALK!" The pony with the midnight blue mane and tail speaks up. "BY CELESTIA THAT'S NOT WHAT I THINK IT IS!" Another pony speaks out, this one is not wearing any clothing making it easier for you to make out his details. He has a brown coat and a short dark brown mane.
The pony with the midnight blue mane looks over to the other pony. "You know what that creature is!" He yells out pointing at you. Well you for one would actually like to have some answers. "Is he dangerous! Because I can take him on if you need me to". You chuckle a bit, you would like to see him try.
The brown stallion gulps down a breath of air and begins to talk. "That right there is a human. They lived on this planet millions of years ago. No pony knows where they went, but we dig up artifacts here and there on their civilization. You want to know where our language came from?" The stallion asks in a tone that obviously states that he's going to tell you all anyway.
Wait, wait, wait one second here. Did that pony just say that your race lived here on earth millions of years ago! You start to feel dizzy at the thought, but you stand strong nevertheless. Listen Anon this is just a dream you're going to wake up any second now and it will all be over. You really want to believe the voice inside you but this whole experience feels so real.
You can feel the cold wind whip by your face as the very snow you're standing on seeps into your boots from the top and makes its way down slowly to your soul. The sun's rays casting over the edge of the rather large hole you are in looks heavenly like it does in real life. Everything seems to be real, but this cant be real, there are talking ponies in front of you!
The more and more you think about your predicament, the more and more you start to feel the walls of reality closing in. The more you look, the more you smell, the more you feel, all leads to the conclusion that you're not dreaming and this is real life. You have heard about vivid dreams that feel like real life and you had a couple before, however none were on a scale like this before.
Soon you are taken from your thoughts as the brown coated stallion speaks up. "When the ponies arose on this planet they found books with their language on it. The reason we understand what this human is saying is because we learned it from his race." You're getting most of what this stallion is saying but do you believe any of it, no. For all you know this might be a hallucination from a drug the Germans have given you to make you talk.
Seeing as these ponies are quite civilized, you start to slowly walk towards them. Without so much as a word nor warning you are lifted into the air and every muscle in your body starts to tense up immobilizing you. You want to yell out for your life but even your mouth seems to be frozen solid, the only thing that you're able to move is your eyes. Face it Anon, even if you were able to scream who will come to save you. Your friends are probably long gone and heading back to base. That is if this pony is lying about being frozen for millions of years.
Struggling in this seemingly invisible force you look around for the source. With the realization that your head is immobilized, you give up the search and do nothing as that is all you can do. "PUT HIM DOWN!" The brown coated pony shouts at another pony that you can't see at the time.
You're both thankful and annoyed that whoever was holding you put you down. Thankfully he/she did put you down, and annoyed that he/she did it in a rather forceful way. Shaking your head you look over to the brown coated pony, one thing that sticks out about his figure is that he has a symbol upon his flank. The symbol was quite hard to see at this distance but if you where to guess it would be a bone and a magnifying glass.
Getting up and out of the snow you continue your heading towards the ponies. You have to admit seeing their faces as you approach them is quite hilarious. The midnight blue maned stallion eyes are wider then you thought could be physically possible, then again you were never good in physics so you don't question it.
On the other side of things the brown coated stallion seems to be having a field day as he is beaming a smile ear to ear. To be honest it freaks you out a bit, but its nice to know that not every pony here is scared of you. You feel that if this is the real thing, it will be nice to have at least one pony to talk to.
Arriving in front of the group of ponies you can finally take in how small these ponies really are. You're about twice their size, however you think if these ponies were to get on their hind hooves they would be the same height as you. Dusting off the renaming snow that lay stuck to your clothes you break the silence. "So what you're saying..." You trail off hoping that the stallion will present his name.
"Ace, Ace Mineral." The brown pony responds, still holding onto his smile.
"So what you're saying Ace Mineral, is that I'm the only human left on Earth?" You state hoping that the next words out of Aces mouth are 'no'. Being the only human on the planet could have its perks, but you assume that you will start to lose your sanity if all you see is ponies day in and day out.
"As far as we ponies here know, yes you are the only human on Earth." Ace replies. "The only way to know for sure is for us to bring you to Celestia, and trust me we already have a mode of transportation ready."
"Wait what about that pony I just knocked out?" You state pointing to the mare that is face down in the snow. "Wont I be charged with attempted murder or something?" You ask as you walk over to the pony that is face down in the snow. Holy shit this one has wings! You yell mentally as you race over to investigate.
"Well you have been frozen for four million years. I think Celestia will understand." Ace states walking behind you.
"This pony has wings! Do a lot of ponies have wings? Who's Celestia? FOUR MILLION YEARS!" You yell as the more information this stallion presents to you gets progressively more confusing. You really want answers, but at the same time you don't think you can handle them.
"Whoa slow down there Mr....." Ace trails off just like you did.
"Anonymous but you can call me Anon." You reply as you look around the rather large hole you're in. Man maybe they aren't kidding. Maybe I was frozen for four million years.
"One question at a time Anon." Ace states then continues to answer your question. "That there is a Pegasus pony." Ace states pointing to the downed mare. "And yes a lot of ponies are Pegasi, I would say about one third are." Ace states then moves onto your next question. "Celestia is our ruler, she has the ability to raise and lower the sun. Celestia is a kind ruler and she looks after all the different kinds of ponies."
Well if you were confused before, you're completely brain dead now. "Ability to raise the sun! What!" You yell as you know that's not how the old earth worked. You don't have to be a science nerd to know that. "Never mind." You say as you rather see it firsthand then this turn out to be a tale that ponies tell.
"So you have any other questions Anon?" Ace asks.
"Yeah, two more." You state looking at the downed Pegasus. "First, is will I be able to bring my Spitfire with me?" You ask as you have high hopes that you can repair the damaged wing. As for the rest of the plane you hope its intact. "Second, will this pony be OK she looks kinda beat up."
Ace looks at you with a confused look upon his face. "Wait, what do you mean by your Spitfire?" Ace asks looking at the downed Pegasus pony in the snow. "You have never met her before how can she be yours?"
You are taken back by his question. "What do you mean this spitfire is not mine! She was given to me! Well technically the air forces owns her, but since it doesn't exist anymore I like to think she's mine." You say in a rather annoyed tone.
"What do you mean the air force owns her. She's a living, breathing being! You can just own a living being." Ace replies.
Does this pony really think my spitfire is a living being? You ask yourself in your head. "I would like for her to be a living being, but to tell you the truth this here is nothing but metal and plastic." you say tapping the tail of your spitfire.
Something in Aces mind seems to click as he changes his expression from disgust to happy. "Oh you were talking about your metal bird thing you arrived in. I thought you were talking about this pony right here." Ace states as he points to the downed Pegasus pony.
"How could you mistaken that for a Spitfire?" You ask Ace.
"I mistakened the two, because that ponies name is Spitfire." Ace States shocking you a bit more then you realized.
"Well that makes so much more sense!" You state finally realizing why the pony got so defensive. Man that must of sounded so wrong to the pony. I hope he doesn't think of me as a human that enslaved others. You state in your mind as Ace speaks up to answer your questions from earlier.
"Yes that makes much more sense." Ace states moving onto your questions. "Don't worry YOUR spitfire will be moved to Canterlot with you. As for this Spitfire I'm sure she's fine, she's the leader of the Wonderbolts."
Once again your mind comes up with more questions that you would love to know the answers to. "What is Canterlot is that some sort of town or city? And what is the Wonderbolts, I assume its a team of some sort?" You ask facing towards Ace.
Ace sighs "Canterlot is the capital city of our country. As for the Wonderbolts, yes they are a team. They mainly focuses on acrobatics and stunts a real sight to see. They put up quite the fight too when its needed, that's why they are here." Ace replies heading towards the slanted slope that leads out of this snowy quarry.
Staying put you speak up towards Ace. "Where are you going?" You ask.
Ace turns around to look at you. With a sheepish smile upon his face he replies. "Oh sorry, my apologies. I get a bit excited when one of my expeditions goes to plan. I am going to head out and tell the ponies up top that you are safe. Also that we need to load the train up with your spitfire. If you want you can head to the train, its much warmer in there." Ace states and once again turns around to leave the quarry.
Once Ace is out of view, you turn around to see spitfire still face down in the snow. You can't just leave her here. You think to yourself as you walk closer. I guess I can take her to a medical tent or something. It's the least I can do after I knocked her out. You think mentally as you bend over to pick her up.
"HEY! What do you think you're doing!" You hear a voice come from behind you. Instinctively you turn around way faster than you normally do. Standing behind you is a another Pegasus pony that has a bright, light blue mane with a white outline. In truth it kind of makes your eyes hurt. After getting over her mane and tail you can see that she is also wearing the same suit Spitfire is wearing. By know you have figured out that these suits their wearing are their team uniforms.
"Well I was going to take this mare to the medical tent if there even is one here. Its kind of my fault that she's face down in the snow." You confess gesturing towards Spitfire.
"How do I know you won't try to kill her? Or eat her?" The blue and white maned Pegasus asks, clearly knowing nothing about humans.
"I guess the only way for you to find out for sure, is to come with me." You say turning back around to picking up the Pegasus pony named Spitfire. What a coincidence, the first pony to see a spitfire in this time is a pony named Spitfire. Once you have Spitfire in your grasp you start to make your way to the slope. "You coming?" You ask the light blue maned mare.
"Buck yeah I'm coming!" The Pegasus states trotting up to you. "You aren't leaving my sight as long as your holding my captain."
You nod to the Pegasus's request and continue out of the quarry. They really must of wanted you if they dug this far down. You think to yourself as you walk. What could Celestia want with you? Shrugging off your mental questions you break the silence between you and the walking eye sore. "So what's your name?"
The Pegasus hesitates before replying to your question. "I'm Fleetfoot, part of the Wonderbolts. You can say that I'm pretty famous." Fleetfoot states.
All you do in return is roll your eyes. Great not only is she hurting your eyes but she's a bragger. "Nice to meet you Fleetfoot" You reply sighing as you reach the top of the quarry and look upon a rather large group of ponies gathered around Ace. Well you have to give Ace some credit he is trying to make you fit in around here.
"The 'monster' as you ponies call him, is not a 'monster'. In fact he's probably smarter then any of us. You have all taken history class right...? Then you should know about the humans." Ace states and the ponies among the group nod in agreement. Well it looks like it wont be that hard to fit in as you thought it would be. You think as you come up to the group.
To your surprise the ponies in the group don't go off running in random directions like they did the last time. Looks like they really trust this Ace pony. You state in your head as more and more questions come into your head. Why are these ponies so accepting of you? If this were earth you would be either dead or locked up by now, yet these ponies let you roam free with no restrictions.
Shrugging off the mental questions for another time you focus your attention back on the group of ponies in front of you. You are about to break the silence with a greeting, but it seems that Ace isn't finished his little speech. "See he's perfectly safe. If he were dangerous he would of killed somepony by now." Well if they somewhat as resembled a human being, it might of been a different story.
The ponies seem to take Ace's advice and disperse to do their normal routine. You're somewhat shocked that some ponies even come up to you and ask you various questions. "Is it true that your race has ways of killing ponies hundreds of feet away without magic!" One of the ponies asks.
Wait did this one just say magic! Whats next? You state as you answer the ponies question. "Yes, we use these things called guns." You state patting your leg making sure you still had your Colt 1911A1 .45. With the satisfying feeling of the cold metal you re-focus on the ponies in front of you.
"Guns?" The pony states looking confused.
"Yeah. I really don't feel like explaining it right now as I have to get this mare to the medical tent. You ponies wouldn't by chance know where the medical tent is?" You ask with high hopes.
"Oh that's OK. The medical tent is just a little ways down that way." The pony states pointing down the rows of tents. focusing your vision on the path, you can see the faint color of red on top of one of the tents. That must be it. You state looking back at the pony.
"Thanks Mr..." You trail off just like you did with Ace.
"Dug." The pony responds with a warm expression upon his face.
"Thanks Mr Dug. It was a pleasure to meet you." You state giving the pony a warm expression of your own.
"No problem." Dug says as he and his partner walk off towards the quarry.
Looking next to you, you lay eyes on Fleetfoot. "I guess you can say I'm famous around here to." You state with a smile. All you get in response is Fleetfoot rolling her eyes and walking off towards the rows of tents. She had it coming with her gloating from before.
As you walk through the rows of tents you can start to feel the chilly arctic air creeping its way passed your coveralls. Fuck is it cold here. You say to yourself as the tent with the red cross comes into a clear view. Please have heating, please have heating. You beg to yourself.
Entering the tent you're greeted by warm air. Its not at the temperature that you would of liked it to be at but it will have to do for now. Taking another few steps in a white mare with a red cross on her flank greets you. "Ah so you are the human everypony have been talking about. I'm nurse Redheart, what brings you here..." Redheart starts to trail off when she sees you holding Spitfire unconscious.
"When I was defrosted this was the first pony I saw. As for what happened after you can see for yourself." You state holding out the fiery red and orange maned Pegasus. "I hope I didn't hurt her to bad." You state as Redheart leads you to a bed that you place Spitfire on.
As soon as you place Spitfire down nurse Redheart gets to work. She does multiple tests that seem like basic first aid. She makes sure all her airways are working and she also looks to make sure she doesn't have a concussion. Hell even I could do a more thorough examination then this pony is doing.
Nevertheless you are to lazy too do anything so you sit down in the chair next to the bed. Nurse Redheart soon after steps away from Spitfire and looks towards you with a smile. "She is fine. She just passed out from lack of energy." You can hear a sigh of relief come from Fleetfoot when nurse Redheart leaves the room.
"You're lucky Anon, if she had any injury then you would of been a puddle on the floor by now." Fleetfoot states getting up to leave the tent. "You seem like an OK guy Anon, I trust that you will take care of her." Fleetfoot states leaving the tent, leaving no time for you to argue.
How can ponies be so trusting! You arrived what like a couple of minutes ago and she already leaves you with her knocked out captain. You sigh when you realize that now you are bound to this mare. You didn't promise to stay with her but if you left now you would feel like complete shit. Fuck you Fleetfoot she's your captain you should be watching her not me. You state in your mind as another pony enters the tent.
"There you are Anon I have been looking all over for you!" Ace states walking up to you, his gaze turning to Spitfire upon the bed. "Is she OK?" He asks.
"Yeah she's fine, I just knocked the wind out of her that's all." You say looking at Spitfire then to Ace. "So why were you looking for me Ace? Time to leave already?" You state knowing the obvious answer 'no'.
"Yeah actually. We got YOUR spitfire loaded onto the train and ready to go. We're waiting on you now." Ace states surprising you that they managed to lift a 5,065 pound Spitfire out of a quarry and onto a train in a matter of minutes. How the fuck did they do that! That's some witch craft there.
"How did you ponies get it out of that quarry so fast!? That thing is extremely heavy!" You ask Ace still siting down next to Spitfire. "You must of had like 100 ponies helping you out. Even with that amount of ponies the speed you managed to do it in is outstanding."
Ace looks upon you with another confused look. "Well all we really needed was a couple of unicorns to levitate it out of there. It was pretty easy if you ask me." Once again the questions return to your mind. Unicorn, levitate? You shake it off as you really don't want to think about more things at the moment, after all you have just started to accept that there are talking ponies let alone ones that can fly.
"If you don't mind Anon, the ponies really want to get out of here. The only way they can do that is when Celestia sees that the mission was a success." Ace states turning around to exit the tent.
"You mind if I just look around for Fleetfoot. I need to tell her that she has to look after Spitfire." You state getting up to leave the tent only to be stopped by Ace.
"I saw Fleetfoot and the rest of the team leave for Canterlot when I was walking over here." Ace states giving you a confused look.
You look back to Spitfire. You sure know how to pick your team members. You state in your mind as you turn back to Ace. "You mind if I take this Spitfire with us?" You ask Ace. "I don't really want to leave her here especially if there is nothing wrong with her."
Ace nods. "We got plenty of room on the train. In fact the only ponies riding back is me and you, we basically got the whole train to our self's." Ace states walking out of the tent.
This Ace fellow gets excited to often, it's going to be his down fall for sure. You think to yourself as you walk back over to Spitfire in her bed. "Nurse!" You yell out, as you want to make sure that you're allowed to take this Pegasus from the medical tent.
Nurse Redheart runs into the room and looks around frantically. I guess yelling nurse wasn't a bright idea. You think to yourself as Redheart trots over to you. "Whats the mater Anon?" Redheart asks looking to you then to Spitfire.
"I just wanted to know if I can take this mare to Canterlot?" You ask with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I forgot that when you yell nurse in a medical facility ponies think that somepony is dying." Man did saying somepony and ponies ever sound weird.
Nurse Redheart looks at you with a cold stair. "Yes you can take this mare to Canterlot. It actually helps me out by lightning my work load." Nurse Redheart then walks away to tend to another pony that by all means deserves the attention more then you.
Well that was easy. You state to yourself as you know back on earth you would of been forced to do paper work along with questioning. Walking up to Spitfire, you once again bend down and pick her up holding her in your arms. If this doesn't get me even with Spitfire I don't know what will. You state walking out of the medical tent.
Once again when you exit the tent you're greeted with the chilling sensation which is the arctic wind. The feeling reminds you of your first flight in a open cockpit bi-plane, those were the days where you could fly without a care in the world. You can feel a smile creep onto your face as you walk back past the rows of tents.
Oh fuck, Ace never told me were the train was. You state in your mind as you do a 360 to take in the surroundings. With no sign of train or train station around, you do what anyone would do and ask for help. Laying eyes on the nearest tent you walk up to it and call out. "Hello, anypony in?"
Within seconds a yellow coated pony comes out. It doesn't take long before the pony answering lays eyes on you. At first it looked like the pony was going faint but you are proven wrong when the pony rushes back into the tent. Sighing you realize that not all ponies are going to be accepting of you.
"All I want to know is where is the train station?" You ask.
"Just turn right and keep going you cant miss it. Now can you leave!" The pony states.
"OK, OK I'm going jeez." You say with annoyance present in your tone. Following the ponies directions, you turn right and start to head off. You really hope that this pony is right when he said you will know when you see it.
1 hour later...
The longer you walk the more and more you start the get the suspicion that the pony told you a lie. How long have you been walking like 40 minutes? You think to yourself. Sighing you succumb to your suspicions and turn around. Man that pony is going to be in for it when I get back their. You state to yourself as you continue the journey back to camp.
As you walk through the chilling wind and the knee high snow you cant help but think to yourself. Is this the right way? I'm pretty sure it was a bit more to the right. You state to yourself. You were following your tracks, but where you're now the tracks have been covered by the snow.
"Great! Just fucking great!" You yell to yourself as you kick some snow around in anger. That little pony is going to be the death of me. I'm fucking lost! You state in your mind. "HEEEEEEELP! ANYPONY HEEEEEEELP!" You yell out to the cloudy sky that is now starting to look like a storm.
Having no sense in direction at the moment you clear a small area in the snow to lay down in with Spitfire. "I'm sorry Spitfire. I have failed to protect you." You state as you lay Spitfire down. With Spitfire now out of your hands you get to work in building a make-shift igloo, just in case you and Spitfire are here for a while.
If worst comes to worst you will have to travel south in search for food or civilization. You really hope it doesn't come to that but as a military soldier you're forced to look at all possible outcomes of a situation and act accordingly. Right now you are playing the waiting game, you hope that somepony heard you and is sending help.
While you think to yourself you continue to build the somewhat circular base of the igloo. You have no idea what you're doing but at least its something productive and if it's a success it should be a nice little place to rest. You always liked to look on the positive sides of things no matter how dark it may look at the moment.
With time passing rather slowly you finally finish the base of the igloo. It looks OK not the best but it will have to do. It is moments like this where you are glad that you wear your silk scarf and your gloves. Heaven forbid what would of happened by now without them. To be honest with yourself you guess that you would be dead.
Shrugging off the dark thought you grab another handful of snow and add to the base. The more you build the more you become sensitive to the elements. The slightly annoying pellets of snow being kicked up by the wind have now turned into what feels like micro daggers digging into your skin every time one hits you.
This is definitely not a dream. You state to yourself as you finish the mid-layer of the igloo. It's starting to take shape and you think that by sun set you will be completely finished. That is if you could even see the sun through these clouds.
Looking up to the sky you are greeted with the hellish look of the black clouds. This can't be good. You state to yourself as you look inside the igloo to see Spitfire covered in snow. OH SHIT, I FORGOT SHE WAS HERE! You say mentally as you rush to her side and pick her up hoping that your body heat will warm her back up.
After brushing the rest of the snow off of her yellow coat and her temperature back up to what you deem to be adequate, you go back to building the igloo. Got to pick up the pace, if I want Spitfire to stay warm. With that in mind you race out of the half finished igloo and start to get to work.
30 minutes later...
"Finally! Done!" You yell out as you place the last bit of snow onto the igloo. Stepping back you take in your handy work that has taken you a good two hours. It looked decent for your first igloo, nevertheless it still has a lot of places where you could improve on.
Sighing you enter the igloo and spot Spitfire still knocked out cold on the white snowy floor. No pony deserves what you have brought to this poor pony. What is done is done, might as well move on. You state to yourself as you take Spitfires temperature with your hand and check her air ways. Still alive. You state in your mind.
With nothing left to do, you sit up against the wall of the igloo and think about what Ace said about the humans. Four million years that's a long time. I wonder what I missed out on. You state to yourself as you look over to the entrance of the igloo. Might as well stay outside just in case anypony is looking for us. You say to yourself as you know that looking for a igloo in the arctic is like looking for a needle in a hay stack.
Arriving outside you're once again greeted by the chilly wind. You wont lie to yourself you're tired as hell and starting to get hungry. You know you have two soldier fuel bars in your lower pant pocket, however you want to save that till you're in dire need of it.
Sighing once again you stand out in the desolate arctic plains on look out for any brightly colored ponies. At least that's one pro about these ponies colors, they are bright so they are easy to spot. "ANYPONY HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!" You yell out once again just to make sure if anypony were around they would know where you are.
You're surprised when you hear some hoof steps in the snow. Being curious you stand still and try to find out where the noise is coming from. The more you pinpoint the direction the source, the more you get confused. Its coming from behind me? Turning around you are greeted with Spitfires hoof to the face then darkness.
“You will always be a monster - there is no turning back from it. But what kind of monster you become is entirely up to you.” ― Julie Kagawa, The Eternity Cure