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// Prologue 
// Story: Lost In Equestria 
// by Lord Midnight 
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My name is Katdestro Ironheart, feel free to call me Cat but for the love of Death if you call me Kitty I will hunt you down and strangle you with your intestines. I don’t care that Twilight is only keeping this portal open long enough to send this story through, I’ll find a way. Now that introductions are out of the way, allow me to explain what this book you hold in your hands is. You see I come from your world, maybe not your time period because of the way time moves between points in the omniverse. When I left earth it was the year 2706, I was a 17 year old warrior of the noble house of Ironheart. This is the true story behind my disappearance, where I went, what I did, why I never returned. By Celestia I hope this doesn’t end up in the 1800s or something stupid like that. Or worse lodged inside a dinosaur's mouth being ruined.

This is going to sound ridiculous, however assuming the spell works right this book is literally going to be appearing out of thin air in a flash of fire, so theres that added credibility. Before I begin and tell my story, I have a few points to drive home to you. First, yes it’s a land of magical talking adorable ponies, get over yourself. It’s also a world of dragons, adventure and to be perfectly honest, far better a place than Earth ever was.

Secondly I feel I need to explain who I am better, how I do the things I do, and why. If all went right this is around the year 2506 and your the current head of the Ironheart clan, I bid thee an honorable greetings and 200 years of greatness. Just stick this book in a vault to be opened after I disappear. Most likely, Twi missed and your some computer age idiot who has no idea what ki is, much less sai and doa or anything about combat. So let’s explain how your body would work if you didn’t destroy a majority of your power with chemicals and laziness. 

Ki is the energy of the spirit, it flows in your every action and holds great power. Sai(pronounced say) is the ki of the mind. It is great for defense and manipulation. Masters of sai can sense everything around them, manipulate anything they touch and heal. It is fueled by focus and meditation, using it requires a calm mind. Doa(pronounced doe) is the ki of the heart. It is best for strength and resilience. Masters of doa can boost the strength of their bodies tenfold, withstand immense damage and inflict damage without contact. It is fueled by will and emotions, using it requires passion.

Most people fall into types, preferring to use one or the other. In fact using both at the same time requires a heart filled with emotions and an iron will directed by a calm mind undisturbed by emotion and completely focused. In history there have been five known duel masters and less than 100 people who mastered one and reached adept in the other. Then again even in our world that prizes martial arts and ki above all else there are less than 5000 known masters in the entire world.

Now for me, I’ll be using my practical levels as of my last certified test, back when I was still on Earth. I have a great gift, possessing the talents required to become a duel master. The road to mastery is long and hazardous, Disciple, junior adept, adept, elite, junior master, master, elder master and grand master. In my 17 years on this earth I have lived for the fight and reached the rank of elite. My clan’s honor demands that I exist as the incarnation of Death Himself. My skill with weapons is on the level of a master, my skill hand to hand overall is adept. My sai is on the level of an elite or junior master, my doa… well I’m trying ok? It’s not my fault I lack passion for fighting. I have plenty of passion, once when our clan came under attack and they destroyed a part of our garden we discovered that when my fires are lit I’m a master of doa. Practical levels are what I’m using so, my skill in doa is junior adept. 

I fight primarily using my favorite battle gear. I wear a tartarite weaved cloth shirt and leggings under my outerwear, it’s equal to thick chain mail, but comfortable, lightweight and most importantly, good at heat regulation. outside of that is my various harnesses, straps and sheaths holding my personal armory. A scorpion chain on my right arm, ten throwing knifes on my left arm, a set of bags containing things like shuriken and bombs on my chest, a metal expanding staff on my back and a small tool kit divided between my legs. Outside of that I wear a concealing dogi that hides all of that to enable the element of surprise with my weapons. It is black and has silver markings identifying me as an Ironheart. Outside of that I wear my swords on my back. They are designed for the sun-moon style. One long the other short.

One of the nice things about being a noble with my birthing. I get nice birthday presents. Most of my gear is tartarite, a special and highly secret alloy that makes items that never wears out, never get dull and hold an edge that can slice a piece of paper under its own weight. It can be very expensive and is only available to noble families. Tartarite is common however in its own way. A sword forged is a sword that will pass down to a descendent. Once the metal is shaped and whatever else they do to it, it becomes a fixed object in reality. The result is that most nobles have tartarite gear and weapons.

As for me myself, I’m decently tall, scarred, muscular and have short blond hair and green eyes. A pretty normal looking guy, were it not for the swords on my back and the status of my clan, no one would look twice at me. I love reading, gardening and playing games. A group of hobbies that get me in a lot of trouble from Elder. He once decided to punish my demeaning ways by sending a group of my clansmen to my garden to destroy it as a punishment for skipping my lesson. I dragged there unconscious forms to him and informed him that he has to send someone capable of killing me, because otherwise they’ll just die. He stopped underhanded tactics after that and started using more traditional punishments, much to my horror.

I think he forgets that the greatest warrior of all time, The Grand Duel Master Emeris, was a nerd and a gamer. After all he designed the nanoborgs that brought the world to its knees himself. He proclaimed it to be the beginning of a new age, the age of the phoenix. His nanoborgs were cybernetic viruses that destroyed fossil fuels, gunpowder and many other things. His hacker core launched a simultaneous attack that deactivated all the nuclear systems and sent the satellites in orbit around the planet out into space. With 90% of technology destroyed he led the global assault himself, replacing all the governments with his own semi-feudal systems. He preached about how lack of discrimination with technology was destroying our planet and the old technologies must be swept away to allow the new ones. 

It’s a pity that something went wrong in his plan. His laboratory where he had everything needed to create the new technological age was attacked, and after a bloody battle lasting weeks he was defeated, stabbed in the back by his own son. Though chaos reigned in the world after that, the new government stayed strong, after all it was designed like this for a reason. But enough with the history lesson and my personal issues about being a warrior that hates fighting. Lets get to my purpose here, my epic adventures in the magical land of Equestria. No, magic isn’t a metaphor, I mean actual magic, like making things out of nothing, songs that just happen and other wonderful things.

“Twi, you can start the total recall spell now, you are sure this won’t fry my brain right?”

“Umm… sure.”

“Did you just lie to me? Wait! Maybe we should-”