Fredric was an average man, not too impressive, but not completely forgettable. He's seen a bit, coming from a civil war in his home country and suddenly being surrounded by talking horses aside he feels he's handling things quite well.
Sorry if it sucks, first fic ever. Always liked history, and alternate history and felt I should combine that with my love for MLP.
Dis some good stuff right here.
So when does he start baking?
Probably in a chapter or two. Just sorta setting it up. Sorta new to writing so... pacing escapes me a bit, but the story will be about more then baking