Fighting Never Ends

by Tx Avenger 218

Fitting in

Morning. A week and a half after Swift’s arrival to Canterlot, to be exact. After the massive information drop by the human to the Royal Guard commanders, he managed to fill his roll to the best of his abilities, given his position and reputation. He’s already started a set of rigorous training sessions for the guards. With an invisible force threatening Canterlot, there’s no telling what exactly it is that’s going to attack. Due to the large number of soldiers and commanding officers, most are stationed in a large open but closed down section of the market to train. For the large reformation of the training for the royal guards, different sections of the market have been closed down to accommodate the large number of soldiers.

For now, this new training sequence should give the soldiers a more open mind when it comes to fighting, along with a new fighting style.

“This is crap!”

Unfortunately, more than a few were defiant at the thought of learning this foreign fighting style.

“What was that, soldier?” Violet Star addresses the grunt at the front of her 100 soldiers.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but why do we have to learn a whole new fighting style based on that… thing!” the defiant soldier shouts. A small number of murmurs agree with the doubtful soldier.

“Listen soldier, I’m a little skeptic of the idea as well, but we have our orders, and we must follow them.” Violet tries assure her guards of the orders.

“I still don’t see how-“

“Trouble sergeant?” A low calm voice interrupts the argument. Violet turns around and looks up to see the human, Swift Wind, standing on the edge of the wall. Some of the guards tense up at the sight the creature that was the center of their brief argument just a few seconds ago.

“N-no, sir. I’m just training this batch of our soldiers in that new fighting style you recommended.”

“Really?” He says sarcastically before taking a step off the edge, allowing him to plummet one story down before landing on his feet. He slowly gets back up and walks closer to her. “Because it looks like to me that some soldiers seem a little… resistant to the idea of learning a new fighting style.”

Some of them nod in agreement as discretely as possible. Sadly, they failed. “I’m sorry, sir. I’ve tried to convince them on more than one occasion to follow orders but-“ Swift puts his hand up to stop her.

“Relax. Some don’t like change. They tend to resent it without a proper reason for it.” He shortly explains in a calm tone. He walks past her and stands with his hands behind his back in front of the soldiers. “I hear most of you don’t like the idea of me taking command, is that right?”

“With all due respect, you have no authority here!” Unsurprisingly, the soldier who spoke up first is the one to speak up now. “All you’ve done is protect a small little town from a few monsters. What makes you fit to command us?!” he finishes by slamming his hoof into his chest. Again, more agree with him.

Swift looks him over a bit before staring out into the others around that soldier.

“So because I haven’t truly proven myself to you all or to Canterlot on my skills and knowledge, you think I’m lying?”

“Yes!” A few soldiers say in unison.

They think I’m full crap then, huh? Swift thinks.

“Hm,” Swift slowly breathes in and sighs deeply, “Alright then.” Swift smirks before he sets down his AK47, his katana sword and unbuckling his belt fitted with his combat knife and Beretta 92FS before laying them next to Violet Star.

“What are you doing?” she curiously asks.

“Proving myself to them,” he replies before kneeling and pulling up his pants leg and removing the knife he had against his ankle. He looks up to the sergeant and can plainly see the unsure and skeptic look on her face, “And to you.”

He walks back to the front of the battalion of soldiers. “Alright!” he shouts, “I want five of the toughest volunteers front and center now!” Murmurs can be heard before the doubtful soldier at first and four others from different lines and rows begin making their way to the front of the human. “I want the rest of you to spread out so you can clearly watch this.” They do as he says; the group of soldiers begin forming a large U shape with the wall Swift jumped down from covering the rest. “Good, now that that is done,” He looks at the five soldiers in front of him intently, thoughts running through each of the soldiers head as to what the human is planning on doing.

“Attack me.”

Violet Star is shocked at the words.

“W-what?” Solder 5 asks nervously, unsure if he heard correctly.

“You heard me. I want the five of you to attack with all you’ve got. No holding back.” Swift bluntly says before bringing his hands up into a fighting style and into a bladed stance.

“You’re kidding, right?” that same doubtful soldier, soldier 5, from the beginning says.

“No, I’m not. You wanted me to prove myself to you all, so this is how it goes! Fight me!” Swift yells angrily. The constant criticism against him, his age as well as those questioning the princess’s judgment for giving him his position is starting to take a toll on him. Throughout the time he’s been in Canterlot, it’s rare for a guard to actually take him serious with his orders and whatnot. If they want him to prove that he is a capable fighter and not some all-talk teenager, this should be it.

“Listen, I know you are trying to prove something to us all, but why don’t you go back to your little town before you get hurt?”

The sound of low ‘ooh’s’ emanate from the crowd around them from soldier 5’s snarky tone.

Swift drops his stance. He looks saddened by the lack of cooperation from the soldier.

“So that’s it?” he asks sadly.

Soldier 5 smirks, “Yeah, that’s it.”

Swift breathes a sad breath and slumps a little, “Well, that sucks.” He walks closer to them and rubs his face, “I suppose… you don’t want to fight…” Soldier 5 closes his eyes and smiles triumphantly.

Ha! I knew it! I knew he was all talk. I’m gonna be a legend to all for talking down this- his thoughts are interrupted by a knee strike.

Swift’s knee strikes the bottom of the guard’s jaw and sends him up onto his hind hooves. Swift promptly follows up with a solid roundhouse kick to the chest, sending 5 flying back into the air before rolling roughly on the ground and stopping at the hooves of the crowd.

Shocked looks and expressions remain plastered on Violet Star as well as the surrounding soldiers and guards. All eyes stay on the human as he slowly brings his leg down back into his previous bladed stance. “I will.” I sternly say’s. If they don’t want to make the first strike, then I fucking will!

“Hey!” 4 shouts before charging at the human. Just before the soldier makes contact with the human fighter, Swift twists to the side and follows up with an open-palm strike to the side of the ponies face, caving in a small part of the helmet and sending the pony barreling to the ground. 2 and 3 decide to try and bring him down together.

Unfortunately, it’s their downfall. Swift jumps up and plants both his feet on either of their backs and jumps up, combined with their momentum, the two slide roughly on their stomachs against the ground. 1 brought up the rear of the duo but was too slow to move out of the way of the falling human, who uses gravity combined with his own weight and force to immediately drop the soldier onto his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs in the process.

Swift rolls onto his hands and feet before standing up. “C’mon! You said you can take me, so do it!” he yells.

A presence appears behind him, prompting him to turn around.

“Too slow!” Soldier 5 moves forward and quickly turns around, bringing his hind hooves up to buck the human with force that only soldiers who train frequently to keep their physique can pull.

Unfortunately, the tall thin figure that Swift is accustomed to works in his favor. He turns to the side and raises his arms up just as the bucking legs go to either side of him. He wraps his around the soldiers legs, keeping the soldier locked against Swift.

“Argh! Let me go!” 5 yells while trying to break free but Swift has a firm grip.

“I don’t think so.” He replies with a sly grin. He picks up the soldier over his head, easily making them the most noticeable and seeable figures of the entire crowd, before falling back and slamming the both of them onto the ground, making his prisoner yelp loudly in pain and surprise from the foreign move. Swift knew what to expect, so he was able to prepare himself for the fall. The soldier wasn’t as prepared, becoming momentarily stunned with the force exhibited on his spine.

Swift lets go of 5’s legs and spots a shadow over him. 3 brings his legs down to slam into Swift’s chest, but he counters by pulling his legs up and pushing 4 away and off of him, sending him crashing into the slowly shaking 5.

He jumps back onto his feet just in time to see 4 barreling right at him. Instead of moving or jumping out of the way, he stands his ground and takes the full force of the attack.

“Ughhh!” He grunts loudly as he’s slowly pushed back along the floor. The two slowly come to a halt as 4 continues to try and push but fails. Swift brings his right arm up and delivers a hammer strike against soldiers back. 4 jerks back with a yelp, but Swift grabs the pony before he can go back further. He looks up and notices 2 is coming at him as well, no doubt taking the position that Swift is in to take him by surprise. Swift picks up the stunned soldier with a grunt and brings him down on 2, slamming the two onto the ground and leaving them in a daze.

He steps back to take a moment to rest. He tenses up as he hears the scraping of hooves to his right. He immediately brings his right leg up and slams it into the face of a skidding soldier. After using 4’s weight against him and using it to slam 2 into the ground, Soldier 1 tried to take advantage and attack but freaked and tried to stop. Now 1 lies on his back in a daze as Swift Wind slowly walks up to him.

“Get up.”

1 quickly scrambles to his hooves but is knocked back down again.

“I said, get up.” Swift continues to say sternly.

1 slowly tries to get back up but his kicked in the stomach.

“Cah!”

“Is this it? Is this the best that Equestria has to offer?” He kicks again, “You claim to be able to take me on but look at this!” he yells, “I just took on 5 of you all at once without so much as breaking a sweat! This is why I wanted you to train more, to train the way I wanted you all to train! So you can be better than you ever thought you could!” Swift yells to all the royal guard soldiers surrounding. He looks back down to the shaking soldier as he tries to get onto his hooves. “You hesitated to strike me, got struck back. In battle, if you do that, you’re dead, bar none. So as I said… get… UP!” Swift yells and punches with his left hand.

…It doesn’t connect. 1 put up his right hoof to block the hit. Swift then tries to punch with his right but the same happens on the other. 1 quickly twists his fore hooves around Swift’s arms, making him trap Swift’s arms so he can’t bend them or move. 1 immediately stands up on his hind hooves to get up to Swift’s height. Both stare at each for a second before 1 pulls his head back and slams forward, performing the toughest headbutt that Swift has ever experienced due to the helmet amplifying the hit. He lets Swift’s arms go, allowing the human to stumble back a little in a daze before finishing up with a twirl around before slamming his left hoof into Swift’s head. Swift immediately fumbles and tumbles to the ground on his front.

Not one single pony watching the fight has their mouth closed, all jaws dropped in surprise of the apparent rookie soldier to the new training who just took down Swift Wind.

1’s eyes are wide with surprise at the sudden movement he just exhibited on himself. “Whoa.” He stumbles a little but lands on all four hooves due to him not being used no his hind hooves as much.

Swift slowly stands tall and looks at the soldier in front of him, the taste of iron in his mouth apparent to the blood slowly trickling down the corner of his lip. He wipes the blood off and examines it on his hand before looking back at 1.

1 immediately cringes at the thought of what the human will do. Oh Celestia! What have I done?! What will he do?! Will he kill me right here and now and blame it on a accident to the princess’s? Will he walk away and kill me in my sleep?! Or will he-

“He he he he, hahahahahahahahaaaa!”

Laugh?’

He slowly looks up to see a toothy grin on the humans face.

“That… is what I was looking for! That’s what I wanted to see! From your usual training you were mostly trained to take on heavier and bigger creatures like Minotaur’s, Griffons and even against your own kind! You’re not used to the stature of my kind, or the athletics I was able to pull.” Swift yells as happy as he can. The small amount of time that he was able to get these soldiers to train was a crowning achievement for him. 1 is still completely stunned.

He kneels to be level with the soldier that was able to gain the advantage on him. “This is the reason why I wanted you all to be more open to this new training sequence.” He places his hand on 1’s shoulder, “This soldier right here was able to use that very same moves taught to him to be able to take me down.” He gives the soldier a reassuring smile before standing. “I expect great things from you.” Swift holds out his fist. “Don’t make me a liar.”

He slowly hoof bumps the human. “Th-thank you, sir. I won’t fail you.” Swift nods and turns around to move away.

“Hold it!” he hears 5’s voice. He turn to the soldier with an annoyed grunt. “You still can’t take us all on!” he motions to all the soldiers surrounding him. As Swift stares at all the soldiers around him, he notices their expressions. Some are impressed and don’t look like they actually want to fight, while others still look happy to oblige.

“Uhhh.” With a frustrated sigh, he slowly walks over to Violet Star and picks up his AK. He looks around and stops at a dummy pony target against the wall he jumped down from. “You see that target?” He points to the dummy. Violet and the rest of the soldiers glance at the dummy before looking back to the human.

He takes aim, and fires. Bullets blast out of the barrel of his assault rifle and begin impacting the target, some bullets missing and hitting the wall while others go through. He doesn’t let off the trigger and completely pumps every single round into the target. When he finally finishes, the dummy is in pieces and shambles with dozens of holes littering it. He lowers his weapon, takes out the magazine and pulls back the barrel to clear the chamber before flicking the safety on.

The stunned and shocked expressions of the entire crowd around him say that’s he’s made his point. “And I can upgrade this weapon to hold a lot more of what I just shot. Plus these things are armor piercing so I can easily cut through your armor like nothing.” He states. The crowd doesn’t move, still stunned obviously. I mean, if you saw someone use a weapon you never saw before that was able to turn a version of your kind to pieces, it would definitely blow your mind. Swift passes a stunned Violet Star and that same doubtful soldier from the beginning before he proceeds to grab his equipment before going up some stairs to the top of the wall he just shot at. “Now,” he looks back to the crowd, “Get back to training!” He yells with authority. The soldiers begin reforming the lines from before in front of Violet Star. She looks back up at him, where he smiles and leaves, before looking back to her regimen for the day.

“Now, let’s try this again.”

<<<>>>

“Impressive.” As soon as I enter the doorway into the castle, a familiar royal tone greets me. I turn to the right to see Princess Celestia lying against the wall with her left hooves crossing her right.

“You think so?”

“Yes. It seems the doubt you had on yourself is gone.” She says with a smile.

I smile shyly and fiddle with my feet. “Yeah well, I was worried if I would’ve done good or not, but I have to admit it feels really good actually help your soldiers become stronger.”

“They’re your soldiers now. Soldiers or guards, they are yours.” She says happily.

I can’t help but smile at her words. My soldiers… that’s sounds pretty cool. At least now I can make sure that these soldiers are in the best condition possible for when the threat decides to rear its ugly head. “Thank you, Princess Celestia.”

“Please Swift, just Celestia will be fine.” She says.

“Alright then… Celestia.” Wow that felt weird.

“Good,” she pushes herself off the wall and walks past me, “Let’s walk and talk.” She gestures forward with her head.

“Sounds good to me.” After that little tussle just a minute ago, it’ll be nice to talk to the princess to relax a little.

Plus I owe her an apology after my outburst that night.

“How has military life been treating you? Is it as eventful as what you did out there?”

“It’s been tough, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Checking the state of the troops, the weaponry, the training, it’s definitely keeping me busy.”

“Has it now?”

“Of course. The weird thing is that it feels… fluent to me. I thought I would be freaking out as to whether or not I would be making decisions that would completely throw off the whole order and command system of the military and instill doubt to your rule but it hasn’t come to that. Still not sure of the whole thing but most of the guards and soldiers clearly see me as a commanding officer to them.”

“But others are still unsure of that fact?”

“Yes, as you saw out there.” I breathe a little and look out to see the soldiers running their drills I instructed. “But it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“I am glad to hear that. I was a little worried about your physique and standpoint after your… outburst back in my chambers.” She brings up the memory. True, I was freaking out about the actions she wanted to bring to her military, but I can’t protect my friends forever. The least I can do is make sure that the military is the strongest as can be.

“Yeeeaaaahh…” I shyly but regretfully say. I rub the back of my neck in nervousness as we turn a corner, “Sorry about that, Celestia. I think I got a little… carried away with my rejection of the offer. Again I apologize for that, and scaring your guards outside your room… and commandeering two guards from their post to lead me without proper authorization… and nearly killing one of your generals… and-“

“Swift, it’s quite alright. You’ve more than made up for it in these last few days.” She stops me with a smile. I relax and gently breathe.

“Yeah, alright.” I calmly say. With how long Princess Celestia has been alive, I’m glad to see that she’s still got a truly kind heart.

“Your majesty.” A white unicorn guard carrying some saddlebags and something long wrapped in cloth in his magic stops in front of us and bows to the princess. “Sir!” he quickly come back up and salutes me.

“At ease, soldier.”

“Yes, sir. I’ve come with the items you’ve requested.” He pulls the wrapped object in front of us. I reach out and grab it from his magic field before feeling the object through the cloth.

I smile, “Perfect. And the rest?”

“Right here, sir.” He opens his saddlebag with his magic and pulls out a slightly smaller white sack that’s tied tightly at the top. I take those as well, examining the long object in my right and the sack in my left.

“Thank you soldier. You’re dismissed.” I thank the soldier.

“Sir! Yes sir!” he salutes me one final time before trotting away.

“What is that?” Celestia leans in and asks me with curiosity clearly plastered all over her face.

I smile a little more and turn to look at her, “All in due time, your highness. For now, do you have a sort of research wing of some kind where you have the brightest minds in Equestria working to invent something new?”

“Hmmm,” she taps her hoof to her chin for a second to think, “Yes, I believe we do. It’s over on the other side of the castle though.”

“Then let’s get moving!” I say with enthusiasm. Celestia immediately places a hoof on me, stopping me before I have a chance to take off.

“No need.” She closes her eyes and her horn begins to glow in her usual yellow aura.

“What are you-“

*Plink*

“-doing?” As soon as I finish, no longer are we in a long hallway that seems so familiar to all the rest. We are in a large white room with many different objects. Large canisters filled with different shades of colors, tables cluttered with notes, pads of papers and parchments along with microscopes of varying sizes. The room is filled with ponies wearing white lab coats, the room’s population being nearly dominant of unicorns but an occasional earth pony and pegasus helping out as well.

The room is silent at the sudden entrance of the princess and I. “Princess Celestia! So good to see you!” An old earth pony with a dark grey mane, tail and a slight bushy beard, a coat of just a lighter shade of grey and red eyes walks up to the princess with a smile.

“Steel Verrier! It’s good to see you as well.” The two embrace in a slight hug with one hoof each before separating. “How have things been here since I last checked?”

“Not much has changed since, your highness. We are still stumped on some of our research at the moment.” He turns to me and narrows his eyes. “Is this him?”

“Yes it is.”

He takes a few steps towards me and leans in towards me. I feel a bead of sweat roll down the side of my face as he locks his eyes deep into mine, almost like he’s staring into my soul.

“It’s so nice to see you, my boy!” he happily yells and takes my right hand into both his hooves, making me drop my wrapped object with a soft thud.

“It’s nice to see you as well, sir.” I reply with a little stutter in my voice from his vigorous shaking.

“Swift, this is Steel Verrier. He is the head researcher here in Canterlot, and a renowned blacksmith to go along with that title.” Celestia gestures to the old pony.

“’Retired’ renowned blacksmith. I used be one when I was much younger.” He says happily but looks away with a sad look. “Unfortunately, that’s a young, strong and tough pony’s game these days.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I say to him. It sucks like that. One moment you’re the very best at something, but as time passes, you’re not anymore.

“I’m not. Now I can use intelligence and wisdom to help better all of Equestria from here.” He gestures to the lab around us, which has sprung back to life.

“That’s good to hear.” I reply with a smile and pick up the clothed object I dropped.

“Steel Verrier, this is Swift Wind. The only human to be discovered here in Equestria, defeater of Discord, guardian of Ponyville, and new commander of Equestria’s military.” Celestia lists off my titles. I stand tall as best I can with a triumphant smile.

“So you’re the famed savior I’ve heard so much about? I’ve been meaning to try and get an audience with you, along with seeing the new commander that’s taken over the military. Never really expected him to be so…” he stares at my figure from the bottom and up again. “Tall.”

“Hehe, yeah I get that every now and then.” I chuckle while rubbing the back of my neck.

“So, what brings you two here?” he asks.

“Swift is the reason why we are here.” She looks at me, “Why are we here anyway?”

I smile and gesture them to follow me to an empty table devoid of any papers or notes that clutter the rest. “I was wondering if there was any way you can adapt these weapons to suit pony needs.” I unwrap the clothed object to reveal not one but my two rifled muskets that I had back at my house.

“Interesting. What are these?” the head research pony asks with a hint of curiosity in his voice. From the look he’s giving the rifles, he’s very interested.

“These are musket rifles from my world. Outdated pieces of weapons that use small bits of steel, lead and gunpowder to launch small projectiles at the intended target.”

“Fascinating.” He says with amazement.

“Yeah, unlike bows, arrows and crossbows, these shoot much faster, harder and aren’t as easy to take out as a regular arrow.” I continue to explain.

“A very interesting weapon.” He continues to voice his amazement. He turns his attention to me, “And you were hoping to adapt this weapon to suit our kind, correct?”

I nod, “That’s right. Unlike this version I have of this firearm,” I compare the AK with the musket, “These musket rifles use a much simpler design that should allow ponies to be able mass produce them.”

“That sounds manageable.” He turns back to the muskets and examines them from different angles with his magic, “Any defects or consequences that should be known?”

“Yeah, a few.” I pull out the other bag and spread out its contents, which consists of small lead balls, some powder charges, and some containers which held a specific amount of gunpowder. “You need to load these weapons with these items in a very specific way or else the weapons won’t fire at all, or could explode. The same can be said if you use too much powder.”

“Very specific?”

“Very.”

“Seems like such a huge risk if the wielder misses just one step.” He says.

“Yeah, well…” I look around the room before back to Steel, “Do you have a room where you practice and test some of your inventions?”

“Yes we do. Right over here.” He happily says and begins to trot away. I grab the muskets but a yellow aura surrounds the rifles ammo. I look over at Celestia who picks up the ammo in the exact position it was laid.

“Allow me.” she says with a smile. I nod and we walk after the head research pony. As soon as we reach the door, the room is white with a gray ceiling and a few tables at the front of the door. The room is like a large long but wide hallway with various scorch marks and holes in the walls along with some targets at the end as well.

“Perfect.” I lay the muskets on the table and motion Celestia to do the same with the ammo. I begin loading up one of the muskets.

“You’re actually going to shoot it?!” he asks with a hint of surprise.

“Yes I am,” I say with a smile and cock the hammer back. I take aim and get ready, “Provided our esteemed leader shields my body with some sort of protection spell.” I look at the princess with a face that basically says, ‘pplllleeeeeaaasse’.

“Hm, very well.” She agrees. Her horn begins to glow and a warm sensation spread along my upper body and down. Soon my body itself is encased with her yellow aura but the rifle is not. “There. You should be safe from any mishaps you inadvertently trigger.” She says with a smug grin.

“Thank you princess.” I thank her and motion for the two to step back far enough for an explosion from the rifle to not hit them or any fragments as well. Once that’s done, I take aim once again and set my sights at the head of the pony target that’s around 30 feet down range. “Firing in three… two… one…!”

With an audible snap and bang, the Springfield Musket Rifle in my hands fires off its round, making the target move a tiny bit on impact. I slowly lower the weapon and smile. “There we go.”

“The weapons didn’t explode into a million pieces… that’s a good sign.” Steel says. Celestia nods as well as I turn back to them.

“Yes it is. Come on, let’s see the damage.” I motion them with a wave of my hand and sling the musket against my shoulder. We jog up to the target. As we stop in front of it, I look it over to try and find the mark where the bullet landed.

“There it is.” Steel Verrier points to a small hole at the base of the neck.

“Hm, went a little off course but still a fatal shot.” I comment.

“He or she will be dead after a few seconds of bleeding out.” Steel adds. He moves closer to the target and squints to try and get as accurate a distance in the target as the bullet went. “Looks like it stopped just before it became a through and through…” he holds his hoof up and compares the size of his hoof with the size of the hole. It’s completely out of proportion. “And for earth ponies, digging it out with just hooves will prove near impossible. Even with some pliers, tweezers, small tongs or anything of that nature will prove a challenge when the wound starts to flood with blood.” He adds on the matter. He’s not far off. You have to actually see the damn bullet in the wound or else when you go digging around in there you’ll begin to tear the flesh in every which direction. “Princess, why don’t you try to take it out?” he proposes to her. I look at her as well.

“I’ll do my best.” She lowers her head to be eye level with the bullet hole and squints her eyes. Her horn begins to glow and I see just a faint glow of her magic on the outside of the hole. She bites her tongue and concentrates harder on the task. I notice the target is beginning to rock back and forth with the tugs from her magic.

“Alright, alright, alright. You can stop now.” I place my hand on her shoulder to stop her from toppling the object over or straining herself. But then again she’s a 1000 year old god that can control the sun… I don’t think I have to worry about her ‘straining’ herself.

“Egh, it’s wedged in there tight. I can take it out but it’ll cause a bit of tearing.”

“I feel sorry for whoever gets hit with one of these.” Steel says.

“Ehh, they’ll have to be a reason for it. Plus they can’t just leave it in there and dress the wound around it… they’d either die from internal bleeding and even if unicorns can use some type of healing spell to mend the flesh back together, there’d be complications involving lead poisoning or infections.” I explain the complications of being shot with one of these rifles and its ammo.

“Both an instant effect and a lasting one. A deadly and horrific weapon indeed.” Steel says while staring at my rifle.

“It’s sort of what my kind is known for.” I flatly say. He has an unsure and nervous look on his face as he examines the rifle, the bullet hole, and the bits of information that was mentioned just a little while ago. He look back to the princess, “Celestia, are you alright with the idea of… mass producing these weapons for our military?”

She nods and places a hoof on my shoulder, “I know it seems a bit more… drastic than how we usually fight, but with the unknown force behind the threat against my kingdom, along with Swift’s presence here in the first place, I just feel I shouldn’t take any chances.” She says in a sad tone. She lowers her hoof and looks at me, “Besides, I trust his judgment on the matter. His kind apparently does know more about warfare than us.”

I give a slight bow, “Thank you, princess.” I say with a smile. She returns the smile with one of her own.

“If you think that is best. For as long as we’ve been friends, you haven’t done anything to make me doubt you princess.” Steel says with a smile to her.

“Thank you, Steel. That means a lot coming from you.” Celestia says with sincerity in her voice.

“You’re welcome, your highness.” He says with a slight tip of his head. I smile at the spectacle in front of me. Even as an almighty thousands of years old god, it’s nice to see she can still have friends that isn’t just me or her student and her students friends. He turns back to me, “Now, why don’t you show me how to reload that thing properly and your ideas on modifying for pony use.” He asks me intently.

I smile, “I think that can be arranged.” I look at Celestia, “You should probably get out of here before we start to get technical in this place.”

“Oh don’t mind me. It would be a lie to say I’m not interested.” She replies smiling.

“Wouldn’t it be prudent for you to manage your nation?” I question her with a raised eyebrow.

“And wouldn’t it be prudent for my sister to catch up on today’s politics instead of leaning to me to do everything?” she replies in the same manner as I.

We stare at each other for a tense long minute. I shrug my shoulders and head to the table, “Suit yourself. Now what you wanna know is…”

<<<>>>

Later, Luna stares at the stack of papers that seems to stay as tall no matter how many she signs. Each paper ranging from simple reports, which seem to have increased tenfold due to a specific humans orders on the safety of the city, to long listed confirmation letters for supplies for the city in case of an emergency, including a massive import of steel, wood, craftponies, and blacksmiths.

Luna lets out a frustrated sigh.

“More reports your highness.” A unicorn guard pony walks in holding two bags filled with more said items with his magic.

With a heavy thud, the bags land on the ground next to her table. She leans forward and smacks her head on the table. “Thank you. That’ll be all.” She replies with a deadpanned tone.

The guard bows before stepping out of the room and leaving the Princess of the Night to her headache.

She looks up and growls a little. “I’ll get you for this dear sister.” She menacingly says before her lips curve into a mischievous grin. “When you least suspect it. Hm hm hm.”

<<<>>>

After spending a good chunk of the previous few days explaining to the research department how to modify the musket rifles to pony form and obtaining the ammo components for them, I’ve been given a small leave of absence to explore the occupied parts of Canterlot’s market when it’s at its most fertile picking. Right now I’m not equipped head-to-toe in weapons and arms, just my katana and a belt of sheathed throwing knives slanted along my torso.

As I tour through the bustling market area, I still turn a few pony heads… and not in the good way entirely. Answering as many questions as I possibly can, defeating Discord, protecting an entire town single-handedly, and being the commander of an entire military doesn’t undo the fact that I’m the only one of my kind here. At first I was just okay with the idea of being an advisor, but the fact that more and more soldiers, guards, and other ranking officials took my orders directly started to stick.

“Hey!” I stop dead in my tracks at the loud yell. Normally I would pay it no mind but something felt like it was targeted towards me. “Swift Wind, was it?” Yep, it’s for me.

I turn my head to right and spot a unicorn stallion waving to me. I slowly walk up to him and take notice of his features, a mane and tail of a dark blue color, white coat, black hooves, green eyes, and as he just barely leans over his counter I spot his cutie mark which looks like a sword with a dollar symbol next to it. Must mean he sells weapons. Although it does seem kinda obvious due to the fact that his entire shop is filled with spears, crossbows and swords of the like.

“Yes, what’d you need?” I ask once I stand in front of him. He looks up at me because of our height differences and all.

“Yes I… uhh… couldn’t help but notice… you is all.” He nervously says. It’d take someone oblivious to not notice the nervousness in his voice.

“I’m not in the position I am now without noticing the little things every so often. Besides,” I look around continue to see more eyes on me, which they promptly turn right back around, “I’ve already gotten used to the stares.” I sternly say and cross my arms. “You wanted something?”

“Well, I… is that a sword on your back?” he asks as he points to the handle of the katana on my back.

I smile and slowly pull it out with my right hand. “Yes, yes it is.” I say and hold the blade high.

His eyes grow wide, a small but slow gasp escaping his lips, and I swear I see sparkles in his eyes as well. “Oh my… I-I’ve never… may I…?” he holds out his hooves as a gesture for him to hold it.

I flip the sword with one hand and catch the flat blade part of it between my fingers and thumb. “Not at all.” His horn lights up and a light blue aura surrounds my sword before slowly easing it towards him where he carefully takes it in his hooves and looks it over. “Careful. It’s still sharp.” Now that I think about it, I should probably see to sharpening or reinforcing it. I’m sure pony magic will do wonders for that.

“Wow! I’ve never seen anything like it! It’s so sleek and skinny but it feels heavy at the same time. Tell me! How did you make this?!” He forcefully asks me while leaning in a little closer. Looks like somepony isn’t so nervous anymore.

I chuckle, “Sorry. I didn’t make it. Just found it.” He looks down sadly as he gently places the weapon down. “But I do know how it was made.” He immediately perks up and proceeds to open his mouth. I stop him by placing my hand in front of his face, “And no, I will not tell you how to make it. I’ve already got a few commissions in progress for the military right now and after they are done with that, I’ll probably show them how to make these as well.” I gesture to my sword. His face turns back to sadness again.

“Can you at least show me how you use it?” he asks. I guess from his point of view, holding this new species of blades in his hooves and not allowed to know how it is made, he wants to know at least something about it.

I sigh, “Yeah, I guess so.” He practically squees like Fluttershy at my agreement. He turns tail and goes to the back of his stand. A few moments later, he came out from the side holding two pony mannequins in his magical field. Ponies move out of the way and away from his stand as he places the dummy targets in front of his stand. I pick up my sword and move out of his way.

“There we are. Go ahead and take a crack at these.” He gestures for me to go ahead. Before I decide to decapitate the makeshift pony, I notice it doesn’t look entirely like the mannequins that Rarity uses. For one they aren’t on those pole stands, they are on all fours and standing straight up. He notices the questionable look I’m giving off towards the practice targets. “Something the matter?”

“No, not really. It’s just that these mannequins are a little different from the ones I’ve usual ones I’ve seen.” I reply while looking at them from all angles.

“Well they should be. Unlike the usual mannequins used by pony’s of the fashion industry, some of us weapon vendors tend have customers who like to test their purchases. So we tend to have some of these specially made mannequins nearby so they can go ahead and be satisfied with their purchases. We use different styles of material and wood in order to simulate the bone structure and other parts of the pony body to be almost realistic in comparison,” he explains while gesturing to the targets. Wow, badass. It’s not as good as ballistic gel, but I suppose it’ll do with the conditions they are in.

“Hm, impressive.” I comment. I grip the handle on my katana tighter in my right hand as it is slung over my right shoulder. I position myself between the two targets so their sides are facing me.

He smirks, “Why thank you. Now don’t be discouraged if you don’t make a clean cut on the first stri-“ In the blink of an eye, the pony targets head slowly slides off the neck and clinks to the ground. He freezes mid sentence and stares with wide eyes at the display. Several other ponies share the same reaction as him. I quickly grab the sword with two hands and bring it downwards and up on the other side of me, slicing the second target along its waist. At first, nothing, but the separate pieces fall to the ground away from each other. I spin the sword a couple times in my right hand before sheathing it onto my back.

“There. Impressed?” I ask. From the speed I exhibited, and the two clean cuts on near exact replicas of pony bodies have surprise plastered on the entirety of my audience. The weapon vendor pony slowly steps toward the first victim and looks at the wound before going to the second.

“Muscle… tissue… ribs… spinal cord… all with one… clean… cut.” He says with a hint of disbelief in his voice. “Not even the sharpest of blades I’ve ever seen or felt can match this.” He adds while trailing the edge of the cuts with his hoofs.

“Well, so you don’t go crazy, I’ll tell you how it happened.” I say to him. He looks up at me as I unsheathe my sword. “The thing that makes this sword unique is the fact that its weighted at the tip, which combines the wielders force, gravity, momentum and the weight itself to bring a clean cut, every time.” I explain. I’m still amazed at how the katana is. The bending and molding of different sheets of metal over one another makes this an awesome weapon to use.

“How is it weighted like that?” A pony from the crowd asks. I turn around to look for the voice but none of the ponies take responsibility. Some of them begin to part ways, revealing a cute sight to me. Standing there is a small little filly unicorn with a pale purple coat, yellow mane and tail, and yellow eyes. Even though she’s cute, and young, I can tell she’s much smarter than her age states. I sheathe my sword and slowly walk up to her before crouching. We look at each other for a few tense seconds and she shows no sign of cringing or fear but mostly curiosity.

I smirk, “That’s for me to know… and you to find out.” I say while gesturing from me to her.

“Hmph.” She shrugs, obviously a little miffed that I’m withholding information. I even hear the weapon vendor groan and thunk his head against one of the targets.

My smile turns neutral as I look around the small group around us. None of the other mares or stallions around us looks even remotely close to this little filly. Now a question remains, “Where’s your parents?”

“My dad’s off somewhere and my mom is-“

“DINKY! Where are you?!” A loud shout interrupts her.

“Delivering mail.” That voice… it sounded somewhat familiar. Dinky apparently cranes her neck to the side, “Over here mom! Just look for the tall, intimidating bipedal creature with a sword that can cut through a pony’s body with one cut!” she replies.

“Hey.” She smiles cutely back at me. I close my eyes and shake my head.

“Oh! There you are!”

That sounded really close.

My eyes open to be met with misaligned gamboges colored ones. “Hey Swift!”

“Aahhh!” I shriek and push back onto my back. I sit up and see a familiar wall-eyed pegasus hovering upside down in front of me. “Oh. Hey, Derpy. Scared me for a second there.” I say and slowly stand up.

She rights herself back up and lands on all four hooves, making her saddlebags jiggle a little. “I’m sorry.” She says and looks away sadly. I brush myself off and notice that the crowd is still here. I shoo them off.

“It’s fine. It’s gonna take a lot more than that to really hurt me.” I reply. She looks back to me with a smile. She turns her head to the side and her smile turns to anger.

“And you! Where’d you run off to?! I was worried sick!” she says in both worried and anger.

“I’m sorry mom. I saw the crowd of ponies gathering around Mr. Wind here so while you were delivering that letter, I got curious.” She says. She shyly scratches the ground with one of her hooves. Derpy continues to stare at her… daughter. Huh, I just barely realized that Derpy is a mother. Holy… I never pegged her as one.

She suddenly lunges forward and embraces the little filly in a hug. “Oohhhhh I can’t stay mad at my little muffin!” she squeals happily as the two rub their cheeks together with a smile. Now that is a cute sight right there. Mother and child getting along perfectly. It’s really nice and so cute at the same time. Then why the hell do I feel like crap?

A flowing breeze against my face makes it feel cold, colder than usual. I rub under my eye and realize I’m crying. Thing is I don’t feel bad enough to cry. So why am I? “Swift, are you okay?”

I look up and see the mother and daughter team separated and looking up at me. I rub my eyes a little more and look away. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just got a… shred of the target I cut in my eye.” I make up. If I say I just spontaneously started crying will probably make her think I have some sort of repressed memories or feelings or something, which technically wouldn’t be wrong on account of my slight amnesia. Plus, I don’t like the idea of giving the media and press ammo against me.

Which reminds me…

I quickly grab one of my throwing knives and throw it at one of the nearby bushes. A loud audible crack can be heard just as the knife makes contact with its target. The bush ruffles a little bit before a black coated gray mane stallion slowly stand up over his hiding spot with a camera between his hooves, which crumbles into pieces. Shocked, scared, and freaked may all have closely similar definitions, but the expression on his face clearly says he was looking into the camera just as the knife came in contact. “Those negatives better be broken too.” I ask him. It takes him a few seconds to respond but he immediately scrambles his hooves against the broken remains of his camera before eating them. I give a nod of approval, then a nod to get the hell outta here.

He gallops off without a moment’s notice. I look back to my friends with a smile. “Let that be a lesson to the rest of you!” I yell loudly to no pony in particular. Silence follows, then several other paparazzi fly or gallop off less their cameras be my next victim. I really don’t like the idea of headlines screaming: “Swift Wind, brutal tactician from another world... Or soft hearted softy in reality?” Hell to the no. Looking back, Derpy and Dinky stare at me surprised with mouths hung open.

“So awesome.” Dinky says quietly. Derpy slowly extends her hoof out to give me something.

“Muffin?” … where’d she get that?

I stare for a bit, “Sure.” I happily agree and take the treat from her hoof. Ahhh, haven’t had dessert like this since… since I assumed my role. The aroma is slight but I’ve been eating military rations and Canterlot style meals, which sometimes tend to be waaaaaaaay too small for my taste, so this muffin from a friend is a welcome taste indeed. After taking a bite out of it, I decide to savor the taste. My decision is rewarded. “Mmmm… banana-nut?” I ask.

“*Gasp*!” Derpy gasps with a smile and nods her head rapidly in approval. Smiling at her cheerful demeanor is all I can do. She immediately pulls out another muffin and happily gobbles it up.

“Mom. Manners. You’re getting crumbs all over yourself.” Dinky says to her mother and proceeds to try and brush off said crumbs. Okay that is cute as hell, but funny at the same time. Dinky seems like the adult mother in this relationship, and Derpy is the young free spirited daughter.

“Hahaha.” I lightly chuckle at the display of Dinky trying to clean her mother of muffin crumbs while Derpy tries to move away from her swats.

“What’s so funny?!” Derpy suddenly says in my face, hovering eye level which makes me bend back a little.

“Oh! I.. uhh, I don’t… uhh…” I stammer. Being so close to those mismatched and different angled eyes may seem a little funny, but in hindsight it’s pretty freaky when you think about on just how she truly feels when looking. “Well, IIIII… was wondering what the two of you are doing here and not in… Ponyville?” I ask with a nervous smile.

“Oh! That’s easy.” She quickly agrees to change the subject and lands back on her hooves. “Some of the residents of Ponyville had some very special and important letters and mail they needed from here. So Derpy mail sprung into action as is here to make sure everything is going according to plan!” she happily shouts and salutes me. I guess without telephones, they have to rely on messengers for communications.

I finish up the muffin and ask, “You don’t make the deliveries? Just here to deliver invoices and confirmation orders?”

“Yes siree! I used to deliver much bigger objects like anvils, sofas and safes, but there were a few… incidents.” She nervously finishes saying and scratches the floor with a hoof. Incidents huh? Guess I should be glad I didn’t use her to deliver my rifles, or worse… my explosives. “So Derpy mail switched to just carrying and delivering non-heavy and easy to hold letters and documents.” She finishes up with a much more cheerful attitude.

“That’s good to hear.”

“Thank you. So what have you been doin’?” she asks me. I look around and see that the market is starting to fill back up with even more shoppers and customers.

“Let’s walk and talk.” I motion with my hand for the two to follow me. Derpy picks up her daughter and places her on her back, then proceeds to hover eye level with me so she doesn’t have to dodge other ponies as much. “What have I been doin’? Well, I originally started out as a nobody here in Equestria, then I became a simple protector of sorts for the little town you both have been living in longer than I have… right?” They nod yes, “Good. Then Discord escapes, I nearly die on several occasions, use the Elements of Harmony to turn him to stone, and then embedded myself into Equestrian history forever.” I recap most of what I’ve done. Still feels weird knowing that on the windows that tell Equestria’s history, I’m there.

“Uhh, I think my mom meant a little more… recent changes.” The little filly said.

“Ohhhhh, okay then.” I act dumb and think. “Let’s see, after nearly getting my leg killed from that spell Twilight screwed up, then helping the Princess of the Night get better accustomed to her holiday and social life, I was then given the option to become the advisor to Equestria’s military hierarchy.”

“Hier-what?” Derpy tries to understand my vocabulary but fails.

“It means an organization or system where ponies or groups are ranked above one another based on status or authority.” Definitely smart for just a filly. I chuckle.

“Oh! That’s much better.”

“Anyways, one thing led to another, and after butting heads to prove my worth, I’m now basically considered the entire commander of the military.” I finish with a smile. Guardian is one title, Defeater of Discord is another, Last of my kind sort of implied here, and finally, commander of an entire army. I have the power to shape this as I please. The Princesses may be able to overlook any of my requisitions and orders but they aren’t exactly… military friendly. I come from a world of it so even though I have never been part of an official military branch, only by blood from what I can remember from my uncle, I’m still a good candidate.

“Considered… but not officially?” Dinky decides to point out. True, I’m not ‘technically’ commander yet. But no pony has yet to really point that out and call me on my bullshit.

“Yes,” I begin and turn my head to the side, seeing that we accidentally made our way to the castle. Right now we have a clear view of the courtyard, where a few of the off-duty guards are sparring, using the same fighting style they’ve been taught by me. “But no pony’s complaining.”

“That’s cool.” Derpy comments on the display.

“You’ve certainly come a long way. From a simple slightly more than average resident of Ponyville, to now… this.” Dinky gestures in front of us as one of the two sparring grabs the other in a arm-bar, where he holds one of his opponents front hoofs straight against his back and places his own against the back of his opponents neck, giving him two options: Break the arm, or break the neck.

“Yeah I have.” I mutter with a smile. I turns towards Derpy and her daughter, “Well, if there’s nothing else you need of me, I fear I must return to my quarters and go back to the grueling work of document signing.” I mutter with blank emotion. As much as I like the idea of all of this and I’m able to shape as I see fit, but the mountain of paperwork that goes along with it tends to be a bit of a pain in the ass. But hey, if the princess can do it for a thousand years, I can grow up and assume responsibility. Even if it does suck.

“That’s okay. We’re done for-“

“Mom, don’t you have another letter to deliver?” Dinky looks into her mother’s mismatched eyes upside down from atop her head. Derpy’s eyes widen and looks back to me.

“You’re right, Dinky! Here let me see if I can…” she trails off as she shoves her muzzle into one of her right saddlebag and fishes around for the next letter. Dinky looks into the other one.

Derpy shoots up with a look of worry on her face and gasps, “Oh no! I lost it! That was a very special letter that was supposed to be delivered to a very high ranking pony to the castle. What’ll happen to Derpy mail now?!” She starts to get a little hysterical as she grabs her head between her hooves. Then Dinky gently bonks her mother’s head, snapping her out of her hysteria and focusing on the letter in the little filly’s hooves. “Oh thank you muffin.” She immediately calms down and takes the letter in her hooves. Wow, she changes moods as fast as Pinkie Pie. Then again, Pinkie may practically break the fourth wall every now and then, but she’s got nothing on the wall-eyed pegasus in front of me. “I brought you a letter.”

I look at her, then to the letter she holds out for me to take. I slowly take the letter from her and look at it. It’s addressed to me personally and it’s from Ponyville. Huh, I guess they do miss me. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome Swift. Or is it Mr. Wind? Or is Commander Swift Wind? Or-“ I place my hand on her muzzle.

“Just Swift is okay.”

I slowly let her muzzle go, “Okay Swift. Well, I better get back to Ponyville before another letter becomes late.” We hoof/fist bump and she takes flight. “Hold on tight, Dinky.”

“I will mom.” The little filly wraps her forehooves firmly around her mother’s neck, not enough to cut off air or hurt but so she can get a grip. She turns back to look at me, “It was nice meeting you, Mr. Wind.” She waves to me.

“It was a pleasure to meet you as well my little pony. And remember, you can call me Swift!” I shout as they fly off. I smile.

Well, this has been a fun experience for today. I look down at the letter in my hand. Let’s see who misses me. Before I can rip it open, I feel something on my shoulder.

Looking to my right shoulder, it’s no surprise that the one thing I feel on my shoulder is as familiar as the falcon claws I’ve come to know. “Hello Ferus.”

My trusty partner/pet nods back to me. I smile and look back at the letter as I begin walking up the stairs to the castle. The address is from Ponyville that’s for sure but what really interests me is the symbol that is used as a seal on the back to keep the letter closed.

It’s Twilight’s cutie mark.

Ferus notices as well. “I know. Let’s see what’s been going on.” I flick the seal open, “Ow!” Unfortunately, I got a paper cut. Looking at my passenger, she has an amusing smile on her face. “Shut up.”

I fish out the letter and open it up:

Dear Swift Wind,

It’s been a little over two weeks since you left. When that… high ranking pony guard just took you like that, I started to get a little nervous as to what might happen to you. After that same day you left, I started going over every single possible scenario I can muster that would happen, and how I could intervene without damaging your standpoint with the princesses and all.

“Wow, thanks Twilight.”

But soon after, an Equestrian military train stopped in town and offloaded a ton of building materials and food along with a dozen royal guards, 6 from the Celestial division and 6 from the Luna division.

The military isn’t made up of only the royal guard commonly seen wearing the silver and gold armor. Those pony’s are from the Celestial division, meaning they primarily take orders from Princess Celestia and work in the day, while the Luna division is the exact opposite, dark colored vamp-like pony’s with purple and black armor that work best in the night while primarily taking orders from Princess Luna. But I digress, back to the letter.

They arrived in the morning and immediately started to get to work. Along with the help of some of the residents in town, the new Ponyville Military barracks was built close to your home. I assume you had something to do with our new residents?

“Hehe.” I chuckle and move past some guards.

Anyways, I and the others really miss you and hope you could come back and visit, but I pointed out that if you have the pull to relocate a dozen guards from Canterlot to here, then you’ll probably be too busy with paperwork and schedules to come visit. If Derpy was able to get this letter to you, and she didn’t knock over a massive pile of paperwork for you, I hope this doesn’t interrupt you from anything important. It’s getting late as I’m writing this so… I’ll see you… whenever you have a leave of absence from your duties.

I hope you manage to write back.

Yours truly to never forget,

Twilight Sparkle

I look up from the letter and see the doors to my room in front of me. I sigh and push in. Ferus takes flight and lands on her rest near the window. I fold up the letter and place it back in the envelope and let it rest at the corner of my desk.

She really misses me. They all do. I sigh again and let my head slam onto the table. I’ve been so caught up in all my work here that I almost completely neglected my friends back in Ponyville.

I guess that’s what military life does to you. I pick my head back up and look in the drawer to my left. I pull out a new sheet of parchment and uncork an ink well. I grab Philomena’s feather and dip it into the ink. Celestia told me that like pegasus feathers, Philomena’s feathers are near immortal, long life spans, impervious to all forms of damage especially the weather, and they never lose their sheen of beauty. Seemed like the perfect writing utensil to me.

Dear Twilight-

“GET BACK HERE YOU!” The loud yelling from the hallway outside my door interrupts me, making me leave a massive scratch along the paper. I look outside and spot a giggling Princess of the Night gallop by my door.

“What the-“

“Where is she?!”

“HOLY-“ I fall off my seat at the pony that bursts into view of my doorway. At the size, Celestia. From the voice, even though it’s laced with venom, Celestia. The rest…

“Where is my sister?!” she hisses at me.

I stare at her, no words bother leaving my mouth at the image in front of me. “Uhhh…”

“Where?!!” she yells in my face as she teleports.

“Uhhhhhh… in Ponyville.” I chuckle. She narrows her eyes and my laugh falls dead as I feel the cold hard texture of my katana against my neck. “Okay okay okay! She continued down the hall!” I frantically yell and point out the door. She continues to stare at me before dropping my sword in my lap.

“Fine.” She huffs and begins walking to the door.

“Haaaa.” I let out a breath of air.

Then the steel comes back.

“Not… a word of this… to anypony.” She presses the blade harder, “You hear me?”

I gulp loudly, “Yes yes! I hear you! I hear you!” She pulls the blade back and continues to stand at the doorway. She turns to Ferus who looks like she’s trying to contain her laughter.

Then the steel on her neck.

“You too… or I’ll be having you for dinner tomorrow.” She nods her head vigorously in agreement with me. Celestia leaves the sword laying against the wall and gallops off towards Luna.

I’m still sitting on the ground, my heart racing a thousand miles an hour. The same can be said about Ferus. I am trying desperately to keep myself from laughing but I’m too terrified at the same time.

Sense comes back into my mind. I frantically rub the area where a sword I sharpen everyday and keep well-maintained was pushed against me. I breathe a sigh of relief when I don’t feel the familiar trickle of blood on my skin. I slowly get up and sit back at my desk. I crumple up the screwed letter on the table and toss it in the trash.

Two points.

I get started on the letter to Twilight and the others.

But one thing is still floating around my mind, constantly pegging at my inner thoughts for me to try and answer:

When did Pinkie Pie get a twin?

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Probably thought I was dead right? Well I ain’t. I’ve just been preoccupied with college; you know the usual new equations, tests, essays, schedules and such. But I blame most of my time away from my computer with a different form of technology, Aka my Xbox, more specifically, Grand Theft Auto 5.

One of the best things I’ve ever played. Broke records, broke minds, an awesome piece of gaming ingenuity that came out of Rockstar. Any who love games and love this website, join the Fimfiction crew and together we’ll dominate the plane of San Andreas.

Anyways, very very very sorry I took so long in making this. Now take heart… the next few chapters will probably be a turning point I’ve been looking for.

Now, rate and comment so I know you all still love me and won’t shun me because I decided to be lazy.

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[Wolfinsheepsclothing]

hooray update I look forward to more