//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 // Story: The Lonely Leader // by Captain Whatever //------------------------------// I woke up to the sunlight trickling through my window. I knew it was gonna be another day added to my endless life, but hey, a day without happiness is no fun. I walked up to the kitchen, where Spike was gleefully making crêpes, my favorite. I noticed a plate with a stack of the wonderful breakfast, and grabbed a few. As I sat down to eat my crêpes, I decided I'd try to find out what the pink blur was. I bit into my food, and I lost my feelings to the delectable flavor in my mouth. I was- Hold on, getting off topic. Sorry. Anyway, the crêpes were great. As I was eating, I glanced over at Twilight, who seemed to be concentrating on something. I walked over to her, devastated to leave my breakfast behind. "What're you looking at, Twi?" "Remember the pink blur you saw yesterday?" I immediately backed up in shock. Did she know what it was? "I need to have him here to be sure, but I think I know who he is, Mike." "Wait. He?" She nodded. "Maybe. I don't know for sure, which is why I need to see him face to face." I didn't know what to think. On the one hoof, I might be able to get some answers. On the other hoof, I knew it wouldn't be easy to get him. He moved at a speed that could rival Rainbow Dash's. Or Pinkie Pie with sugar. Either way. I moved back to my plate at the table, and finished my crêpes, after which, I set out to find this "pink blur." I searched high and low, and front and back, forwards and backwards, up and down, near and far, blah blah blah, you get the message. I talked to Rainbow Dash, and I sure was glad I did. "He is at the local fast food joint. Why?" I instantly dashed off (get it) towards Winghoof's, and sure enough, I saw a pink Pegasus stallion with bright yellow hair. I noticed he had no cutie Mark, and when I looked at my own hindquarters, I saw that I was a blank flank too. Well, I knew the whole time, but the fact that we had something in common was...interesting. I walked right up to him, and- "Hey there, Mikey." I jumped a foot in the air. "Pinkie Pie, what did I say about my narrating?" "Sheesh, grumpy much?" "*grumble* Twilight wanted me to find somepony. I almost had him, but you scared him away. Thanks." "Well, if Twilight herself wants to see me, why didn't you just say so?" I turned forward, and "pink blur" appeared right in front of me. "Hiya, strange pony I don't know." Pinkie tried to start a conversation. This stallion replied immediately. "Hey, good looking. You, me, 8 o'clock, Carlos' Burgers. Whaddya say?" She thrust her hoof in his face, while I thrust mine in my own. What a player. At that point, I magicked his mane, pulling it with me, as the two of us headed towards the Crystal Castle. When we got there, Spike apparently knew we were coming, and he opened the door ahead of time. We stepped inside, and I let go of his mane. "That frickin' hurt, man," said my pink blur. "I should expect so. Trying to hit on a girl right after just meeting her...that's pretty wack." I said. "Yeah, you pervert. That was rude." Wait, Pinkie followed me home? "Bring him here, Mike." Twilight could be heard from her main foyer. I walked up to her, dragging pink blur with me, and Pinkie Pie bounced be hind me. Once we got to her, she walked up to the unknown stallion and examined him. I don't mean like she surgically opened him up, or glanced at his...thing, but she stared at his face for a minute or two before speaking again. "Well, it looks like my calculations are correct." That really threw us for a loop or two. "Um, hate to be rude, Miss Princess Pony, but you literally just stared at my face. Did ya see something ya liked, or do you already think I'm hot?" "Johnny, you are immortal as well, I presume?" Twilight had officially named pink blur, ignoring the tasteless comment. "Yup, ever since the one-hundredth Hearths Warming Eve, during the Roman Empire." I recoiled in shock. Another immortal pony? But how? "Johnny, you are also an Alpha Guardian." That's the last thing I remember before passing out.