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// The Giant's Sword 
// Story: Knight of the Heart 
// by Neroson40 
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The Giant’s Sword
When Sunset Shimmer took us to what she wanted us to see, I knew she was exaggerating, but she was still pretty close when she said you could see it from space. She took us to central park, where fifteen years ago, Relies the leader of the Kaiju resurrected a dragon like ship to fly to Equestria to wreak havoc. Not only did I see no signs of that thing ever coming from the ground here, but there was a different form of debris entirely at one corner of the park, surrounding a large sword shaped statue… or was it a statue? It looked very real despite being over a thousand times my size. It was a single edged katana type, the  blade’s edge facing the north side of the park. The Tsuba, or guard, was simply four sides disconnected from the others, but connected to the center by means of a separate piece. The hilt was wrapped in a blood red cloth on a vertical axis. I had no idea how I knew so much about weapons considering I had no experience with anything violent.
“What is this?” Twilight asked. Then she noticed some… body at the bottom of the giant weapon. “Girls!” She yelled to them.
“Twilight!” They all turned to her, ran and hugged her… funny thing, I’ve seen their faces all over Ponyville. Applejack ran the farm with Apple Bloom and their brother Big Macintosh, Rarity ran a boutique with her little sister Sweetie Belle, Rainbow Dash managed the weather and was often practicing to become a Wonderbolt (Celestia knows why, she’s better than any of them), Pinkie Pie was often throwing parties and Fluttershy was the Animal Caretaker. Then I noticed three more at the bottom of the weapon, coming over to greet the newcomers. They looked like Mulesworth, Melody and…and… Mulesworth looked at me and stopped in his tracks shock overcoming his face. I ran to the base of the weapon and touched the cold metal.
When everyone saw what I did, they all tried to pull me away, like they were trying to prevent something major from happening, but I got shocked and flew a foot off my feet. In my unconsciousness I heard a voice, not one of my quote-unquote “friends,” but a voice alien to my recent memory… yet somehow they rang a bell meaning that somehow I knew it.
“Please, won’t you revive me?”