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// prologue/Chapter 1:Drinking leads to violence 
// Story: Silly Man, Trix are for Kids 
// by CaptainAlbanos 
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Prologue.

Equestria is a place of peace, the occational disaster may come yes, but order is always back by the week's end. 

But not this time.

It was early morning in Canterlot, and the sky was overcast with ominous black clouds. Pegasi from every city came to try and clear the dark sky, but it was hopeless, this storm would come, ponies be damned. 

And it did come, at noon a heavy wind set in, stirring dust, and debris. The snooty ponies of canterlot thought nothing of it, so it would rain, big deal. So they gather umbrellas, and stylish raincoats, and went about their way. The first drops of rain came soon after, icy cold, and making nobles Shiver. All the ponies were prepared now though, and didn't do much about it. 

A faint wining noise began to fill the air, most couldn't tell what it was, few cared nor tried to determine it. That is until a nearby dinner table sat a café exploded under the weight of a falling body. 

Most of the ponies in the area screamed, then immediatly wondered how someone had fallen out of thin air, heads all around the city turned to the sky, were the storm raged. Little black dots fell from miles up, out of the clouds. The shrill wining followed. 

The serine calm of it all lasted several seconds before a stallion in his late thirtys, a retired royal guard, recognised the sound. 

They were screams.

This day is now known simply as The Storm. That day screams filled the air, as thousands of people, humans, fell from those inky black clouds. When all was said and done, and the sky had cleared, the body count was high. Out of nearly eight thousand humans who fell that day, only a.few hundred survived. Lost and confused, these survivors, were given sactuary by a sympathetic Celestia. Every human who still lived, was given full citizenship, and the dead were given a.mass burial in a vally between mount Canterlot, and the surrounding mountains. A beautiful stone wall, and archway surrounded the massive graveyard, tended by the castle year round. 

It did little to ease the pain of those first months, but would be a beloved place years later. No-one, pony, or human, could ever u derstand what caused that storm. Or what brought the humans to equis. 

But this was eight years ago, and the lands have settled into peace once more. But many still had nightmares, the humans in particular.

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Chapter one.

"Another shot please." 

A glass of whisky was slid across the polished bartop, quickly caught by a hand, a human hand, which quickly raised the glass to it's owners lips. 

"Ar'ight James, that the last fer tonight." Said the barkeep, an older pony. Cold Tap, a forty year old stallion, dressed in his fine stripped vest, with the pooch sleeved button up under it. His little red bowtie skewed just a bit, as he cleaned a glass. He wasn't much of a townsman, but to James he was like a father figure. Guess that speaks a lot about the human. And how much time he spent in the bar. 

"Yeah, yeah I know Tapper, I know." James sighed, grabbing his jacket to leave. 

He never made it to the door, as a sharp yell from across the bar caught his attention. 

"Get your filthy hooves off me!" A woman screamed.

James turned instantly, dropping his jacket onto the floor. Cold Tap reached over the bar to him, trying to stop what he knew would be another barfight with the human involved. "Hold on James we don't-"

Jerking his arm out of Taps grip, he crossed the relativly small bar, over to one of the more secluded tables, were an overly drunk stallion, was harrasing a mare. From were he stood, she seemed to have been crying, which in Manehattan, wasn't very unusual but she also didn't seem to want said stallions company. 

James placed a hand on the stallions shoulder, and spun him around.

"This lady would like to be left alone." He growled. 

The drunken stallion huffed, and decided his head hurt to much to argue. Clumslimy he swung at James. 

Now most people know a stallion that can't hold his salt, can't swing for much. But this guy probably wasn't ever told, because he tried it anyway, and like always he missed. 

But James didn't, his fist met the guys muzzle with a solid thump. One that sent the stallion flying into the poor mares table. She scrambled back, away from the fallen male. "Oh sweet Celestia." She muttered, sitting on the floor.

James stratled the stallions waiste, quickly adding three more blows to his face, before the stallion rolled, throwing the human across the floor. 

"Mind yer own." The stallion muttered, before kicking James roughly in the side.

When he turned back to the mare once again, she was staring at him in shock. He had grabbed his leg, pulling the stallion down again. Adding a kick to the ribs for good mesure.

James grabbed the dazed stallion, and dragged him to the door, were he was roughly tossed out. A stinging pain jolted down James back. A shard of glass, most likley from a bottle, was stabbed into his shoulder. Ignoring the pain, James walked back over to the mare, whom he now had time to properly look at. She was a unicorn, her coat was a sky blue, with a white mane, tinted with blue. Her figure was nice, with a slightly exaggerated hourglass shape. She wore a simple purple tanktop, with a black jacket, and blue jeans. Like all ponies she wore no shoes.

James offered her a hand. Which she gladly took. "Sorry about that miss. People like that ussually don't come here." He smiled at her. Before glancing at the door. "Well on off days mabye." 

The shaken mare, smiled slightly, the fur on her cheeks still a bit wet. "Well for what it's worth, thank you." 

James when to nodd, and winced. Which the mare noticed. "Sir, I think you're hurt." 

James, in all his manly pride tried to convince her he was fine but she saw the blood on his nice white T-shirt. So she shushed him, and made him move over to a bar stool, where she took off his shirt, and looked at his back. 

"Oh dear..." She whispered. 

His back was a mess, and like the bars patrons, his blood was doing it's best to leave the area. Tapper walked around, first aid kit in hand, and gave the man a once over. 

He sighed. Before moving over to give the mare space. "I hope you know what yer doin', cause I shure don't." 

She snorted. "Yeah I know what I'm doing, my names Trixie by the way, what're yours." 

Tapper pulled up a chair, and groaned when his sore hooves left the floor. "My names Cold Tap, this upstart," He motioned to the squirming human, whom Trixie was removing glass from. "Is named James Moore." 

Trixie nodded, and grabbed a discarded, bottle of liquor, human made, and without warning, poured a generous amount onto the now glassles wound. 

James jumped up at the pain. "Ah shit, that stings!" 

The mare rolled her eyes, trying to stifle a laugh. "Oh it's not that bad, it's a shallow cut."

James just grumbled, while Trixie placed a piece of gauze over the wound. Taping it in place."See you don't even need stitches!" 

Tapper laughed, then waited for James to redress himslef, before asking both to kindly leave his bar for the night. They complied, James wishing him a good night. Both stood in the cold night air, thankful for their jackets. 

James offered to walk Trixie home, wherever that may be, and while they walked he struck up a conversation. "So Trixie, what where you doing in Tapper's bar?" 

"Drowning my sorrows in salted meade." She replied.

James whistled. "Meade, heh, wouldn't have pegged you for a Meade drinker." 

She smiled. "And I didn't peg you for much of a fighter, but you stood up for me pretty quickly didn't you?"  

James only laughed. After walking, and chatting for quite a bit, they came across an open lot in the town. in which sat a show trailer, that seemed to have been there for white awhile. Weeds grew around its wheels, and a collection of potted plants, and crates sat outside it. A large crescent moon was painted on the wagon's side. 

Trixie turned to James. "Well this is it, I guess I'll see you later James."

The man nodded. "Yeah, well if you need anything. Go to Tapper, he'll send you to me. Have a nice night Trixie." 

James began walking, trying to get his mind away from the glances he had stolen at the mare's figure while they had walked. A few blocks away, he came to his appartment, a rundown building, that was close to falling appart. Ignoreing the signs about 'no trespassing' he walked in, and made his way to the third floor apartment number thirty two. Stepping in, he shut, and locked the door behind him, before grabbing his own stored bottle of whisky, and downing a good portion of it. 

After weting his gullet, James laid down on the old matress lying in the would be living room. Wrapped in comforter he slipped into a restless sleep.