Two German soldiers trapped inside their quarters, a portal appears. What will be their destiny inside it?
In the midst of the brutal conflict between the German Wehrmacht and the Soviet Union during World War II, two soldiers, Karl and Friedrich, found themselves inexplicably transported to a realm unlike anything they had ever encountered. Instead of the war-torn landscapes of Europe, they emerged in the enchanting world of Equestria. They also happen to bring some new wunderwaffen.
What will they do here? What actions are they willing to commit. Will they go back to their own world or be stuck in Equestria? This is what happens when two German Soldiers from the eastern front finds themselves in Equestria. At least they are not fanatics.
Disclaimer: I don't support or condone any actions, symbols or political figures. This is for my entertainment purpose and the reader's. Reader discretion is advised.
It's 1943, the Germans were pushed back almost to their homeland now. The Allies had already landed in Italy, the Fuhrer has enacted desperate measures to push them back, but to no avail. The valiant soldiers of the Allies knew what they were fighting for.
*Somewhere on the eastern front*
Karl was wandering around the trenches with his best friend, Friedrich. They had been friends since they were young and often would get in trouble. But after Hitler came into power, they joined the military. They went to the lowlands, France and now, Soviet Union. At first it was going fine, they were just getting tasks behind the battlefield, safe from combat. But as time goes, they were assigned to a more combative positions likely at the fronts.
Now they are here, in the trenches, waiting for some action. They kept waiting, but no Soviet soldiers showed up, no nothing, just gust of winds. They had been task with patrolling the trenches until further notice, they are also cut from communications and the only officer in the trench is a lieutenant. All the soldiers in the trench is desperate for food and water, as they have to ration everything. This includes Karl and Friedrich.
As they were patrolling the trenches, they were approached by another two hungry German soldiers.
"We are here to continue your shift; you may rest now," one of the soldiers said.
Karl and Friedrich quickly complied and headed to their communal beds that they share. Now inside the dug hole in the trench is a small room with 4 bunk beds. The room is empty as it is just used for storage supplies, well mostly just weapons and ammunition. They sat down on their beds, opposite from each other.
"This is a torture. When will the others get us?" Karl said disappointingly.
"I know something that we can do," Friedrich said as he gets up and searched through the piles of boxes and weapons.
Until finally he showed something to Karl, two grey cloaks with the German Iron Cross symbol at the back, it looks like it is made out of high-quality leather and would shine a bit when wet. "What are you planning to do with the cloaks?" Karl questioned as he to stood up. "I don't know but I found them when I was searching for extra ammunition," said Friedrich.
Friedrich gave Karl one of the cloaks and suggests that they should keep it. Hesitantly Karl tried to protest but just shrugs it off and puts it on. "We look great with these!" Friedrich remarks. Karl nodded in agreement, the cloak is sure very comfortable. "Oh, and one more thing," said Friedrich as he again searches through the piles of boxes and weapons. He then drops a large crate onto the ground. The crate is long, almost as long as their rifles, printed on it is a text, it says "EXPERIMENTELL" with a bold caption.
They both looked at each other before unboxing, inside is a rifle, similar to the Karabiner 98k but with glowing grey lines along the rifle. There is two of them, maybe destiny is exactly thinking about them.
Just when they were about to grab the weapons and leave, they heard an explosion. Likely from an artillery shell, quickly they grabbed the weapon and is about to head out. Then, an artillery shell had hit the entrance, blocking it with dirt. Karl and Friedrich knocked back because of the explosion. They hear orders and shouts outside.
They both are on the ground and coughed due to the shockwave. "Karl are you okay?" Friedrich asked. "I'm alright, just a few scratches," Karl replied. They stood up and looked around on how to get out of this situation. It looks grim, with nothing to get out of this room, they will both starve. "We'll just hope for a miracle or just end up starving here...," said Karl. Friedrich sat down on the ground with disappointment.
Until then, Karl continued brainstorming for something, anything that could get them out of this hell hole while Friedrich continued to search through the piles of ammunition and weapons. "Scheiße, Scheiße, Scheiße! What to we do!" Karl shouted as he walks around the almost cramped room while Friedrich just ignores that. Suddenly a purple circle slowly appeared but they hadn't notice it yet.
Once it has grown large enough and emits a glow, Karl notices it. He taps Friedrich on the shoulder and points at the portal as Friedrich looks at him. "What is that?" Friedrich asks Karl. "How should I know?" Karl angrily says. As the portal continues to form, they could see what is on the other side, a farm with a bright blue sky, it looks peaceful. "Well at least you can go first!" said Friedrich.
Karl wonders a little before stepping into the portal cautiously and then just disappeared into the portal. By the looks of it, Karl is not returning any time soon. Friedrich held onto his new unknown rifle, putting his trusty old rifle on his back and stepped in the portal. As soon as he stepped in, he saw a bright flash until it disappears. Everything around him is bright compared to the dark trenches. Infront of him is Karl. "Karl, where are we?" asked Friedrich. "I don't know but I am sure that this is probably somewhere far from this madness or maybe not even in Europe." answered Karl.
Around them is a standard orchard or a farm with trees that stretches onto the horizon and behind them is a barn. It also looks like Karl brought that mysterious weapon along. The duo is also very hungry, as they wander around this new strange land, Karl tripped on something and with a loud thud. "Crap! That hurts!" Karl complaint. As Karl grumbles, Friedrich heard something coming out of the barn and immediately grabbed Karl by the collar. They jumped into a bush, "What was tha-," Karl was cut off by Friedrich muffling his mouth with his hand. "There is someone coming." Friedrich whispered.
As Karl calmed down, Friedrich let go of his mouth and they both observed carefully about what will come out of the red wooden barn.
"Who goes there?" a voice with a very American accented but a more southern counterpart. Then from the shadows of the barn, out comes what the two soldiers do not expect. A horse? No a pony. The pony is yellow maybe orange-ish from afar. Her yellow-white hair or mane is messy and she is sweaty from all of the work, maybe. The duo waited until the pony was gone. "What the hell was zat?" Karl said with bewilderment and still in the bush. "I don't know so don't ask me. I'm also starving!" Friedrich answered as Karl's stomach grumbles. They will need to eat, now. So, the duo had to do something, exploring and scavenging.
They stick together as they explored the area, all they see is peace and tranquility. No soldiers, no flags and no nothing all they see is a place that is unaffected by war at any means. Until when they hiked up a hill, they saw something in the distance, a town. Still, they approached it cautiously and finally found a great place for a lookout. They looked down, onto the town, it is filled with the same 'people' from the farm but with different skin tone and some of them had horns or even wings to fly. Well if they'd remember from stories when they were young, the ponies with horns are unicorns and the ponies with wings are Pegasus.
"What world have we been transported into? This is weird!" Friedrich commented. Karl nodded in agreement. Both of them put on the cloak and its cowl. They look friendly enough but will they be welcomed in this new world?
Twilight's frustration grew as she continued to search through the seemingly endless shelves of books. She had organized her library meticulously, yet the elusive spell book she sought remained stubbornly hidden. Twilight couldn't shake the feeling that it had to be there somewhere, it was also a gift from Celestia when she was still at Canterlot, as she vividly recalled placing it among her collection when she first settled in Ponyville.
"Lankot's Summoning Guide, Lankaster Spellcasting...," Twilight whispered the titles to herself as she pulls out every book out of the shelf. She had been trying to search a book about dimensions and portals and also Princess Luna's most trusted friend, she has heard stories about this 'friend' of Luna from, well... Luna herself. When Luna told Twilight about this friend, Luna remarks this was far before 'Nightmare Moon' but still, she can't remember their name since it was a very long time.
On one of the story, Luna told that the friend is a very talented at magic and often would compare it to Star Swirl but a more inferior version. Luna also don't remember their gender but if she recalled the pony is a mare. Luna remarked that the mare is very gifted in a specific category of spells, dimension hopping and creation. At first, dimension hopping is useless, only optional in every magic schools. The only important thing about it is teleporting which is taught in every magic schools today but in the past it was scarce.
Creation on the other... hoof, was some sort of shapeshifting spells, similar of what the Changelings do. Creation is very hard to learn and cast, resulting in a shortage of masters and teachers of it. It was always bound to get extinct. Creation is also fun to use as you can transform yourself temporarily, you can add an extra horn to your head, you can even add wings to yourself, but none of the transformative are functional you can move your wings and feel it but it can't let you fly though. Only for looks, deception and making simple stuff like vases, plates and other culinary things.
However, this mare is different, often would learn about creation and dimension hopping every time she gets the chance to do so. Suddenly out of the blue, her friend just disappeared and without any trace at all. Her room looks like it had been rummaged by a stubborn griffin trying to find its money. All that is untouched is a book, possibly a diary. Luna was perplexed of how did her friend just disappeared like that. Luna then kept the book and did not open or even read it.
The rest is history, Nightmare Moon, banished to the moon, stuck on the moon, returned from the moon, defeated by six random ponies, returned to normal, tries to fit in, had a talk with Twilight, tell Twilight a story about some random wizard master and now here.
After another few minutes of rummaging through her library, finally, she found it. The book was a little different from when Princess Luna gave her, but she did not mind it at all. She trots to her desk and sits down. She put the book on the desk and opens it. The first page is blank, but there is something, a card. It looks like a simplified version of a pony, it looks like a portrait, Twilight puts it aside, for now.
Karl and Fredrich's stomach grumbles, the sound of hunger.
After a while of observing the ponies, Karl and Fredrich were starving and needed shelter, quickly.
"I'm getting hungry! What should we do?" Karl said, concerned.
"We could steal from them," Fredrich replied reluctantly.
Karl was a little shocked but shrugged it off as they had to eat to survive, after all they don't want to starve here, and they're not even supposed to be here. And also, they want to go back to their world, quickly. Karl and Fredrich knew that they were attacked by Soviet forces before they got here.
Karl and Fredrich scouted the area, they found a market, perfect. They discuss about which vendor was the nearest and easiest to steal. After some time, they found one. Just about at the edge of the town. All of the food were vegetarian, and some are inedible for Karl and Fredrich.
Looks like they're stealing from an apple vendor, the vendor is a grey mare wearing a pair of glasses with brown mane, it looks like she isn't trying to sell the apples instead, she is lazily laid back and reading a book of some kind.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? Even if they look colorful and friendly, we don't know if they treat mysterious creatures from other lands like us, too badly," Karl said reluctantly.
"Maybe, just don't forget to wear the cloak, it may be useful, just maybe, let's just hope they aren't hostile or anything. Looks can be deceiving," Fredrich replied.
Karl and Fredrich slowly approached the vendor that is at the edge of the town, from bush to bush and their weapons ready. There's no guaranteeing that they might inflict casualty or not. As they come closer, they could hear the bustling market louder. It's impossible to not get spotted even if they conceal themselves.
Once Karl and Fredrich are at the entrance of the town, some ponies spotted them, and they immediately sprinted to the vendor stand. Grabbing as many apples as they can carry and putting them in their dirty bag from the trenches.
The vendor finally realized what was happening and shouted "Thieves!" as she throws her book to Fredrich's head. That's enough apples, both Karl and Fredrich tried to run. But the exit was blocked by ponies. Their faces are mixed with confusion and a little anger. Karl and Fredrich quickly turned away and ran as fast as possible, their weapon ready.
"Halt! Griffin or whatever you are!" a pony shouted, Karl and Fredrich looked back and see a stallion clad in golden armor they also have a spear.
Still, Karl and Fredrich looked forward still running, turning corners as behind them a mob of ponies chasing them. They push around through the bustling market as nearby ponies look perplexingly. Infront of them is a crossroad, it's blocked by the same golden armored ponies, with swords and spears well just a few, but it's enough the block the crossroad.
Karl an Fredrich stopped, they are surrounded by the ponies. Well, they have no choice but to use the EXPERIMENTELL. Just a threat. They aimed their rifle at the golden guards, shouting something that they could not understand while pointing something pointy and glowing onto them.
"Identify yourself! Griffin, or somecreature!" One of the guards' shouts. The ponies that are bystanders murmurs and looks at the duo.
The duo and the guards shouts back and forth. Until Fredrich pulls his Luger and shot it in the sky, silencing both sides. There are some screams and shouts from the crowd. All attention is now on Fredrich and Karl. In comes a standoff. Fredrich puts his Luger back and his back behind Karl's before they both slowly moves. The ponies gave them the way, both sides are sweating. The guards didn't attack because they don't know what these creatures are capable of and remain cautious.
Step by step, it is a risk. Some brave ponies want to tackle them, like they normally do. Karl and Fredrich slowly walks straight to the exit of the town while all the ponies moved for them. After they almost got to exit the town, somepony stopped them.
"Halt! You will not get any further thieves! Those things are not going to intimidate me." One of the guards, a peagusus, stopped in front of Karl and Fredrich. He looks more decorated than the others.
"I, Captain Grass Yeild, shall not tolerate your behavior. Stealing? I heard it from a kilometer away! So why don't you turn yourselves in and no trouble? Deal?" Captain Grass said a little casually as he approached the duo with a small smile.
Karl could see through his lies, or does he? Grass Yeild stops, a moment of silence and occasional murmur. As the wind blows, time slows. What will the duo do? Will they accept the offer and anticipate their punishment, or escape. The duo doesn't trust this world very much.
"Come on, I'm waiting, all are waiting. So, what is your choice?" Captain Grass Yeild said laced with a bit of annoyance, "why are they silent?" he thought.
Still Karl and Fredrich stood their ground, Fredrich aimed directly at Captain Grass' face, but Grass doesn't even know what that thing is. He thought it was just kind of an intimidation tool of some kind.
"Oh? You're doing this the hard way is it?" Captain Grass scoffs, before charging towards Fredrich, preparing to knock him out in one punch with his hoof.
With his fast reaction, shoots Captain Grass' face. There's a quiet "Zirp" sound and Captain Grass is heard screaming and covers his right side of his face in pain. "Get them! My face feels like it's burning!" He shouts, some of the guards help him while some runs towards the duo.
The exit is near so Karl and Fredrich just sprints to the outskirts of the town, they can still hear Captain Grass' yelling and as it echoes through the town. Bystanders help him to the hospital while the duo just continue running in the other direction.
"What was that?!" Karl shouted at Fredrich.
"I don't know! He just charged at me! Don't blame me for having an automatic reaction, you know we are soldiers!" Fredrich shouts back but they are still not safe as the guards commanded them to stop, they also threw spears at them which barely misses.
Finally, they are out of the town. But the guards are still chasing them, Karl and Fredrich just turns towards the guards and threatening them with the rifle. The guards slowly back down as their face show fear before they ran back to the town. Quickly, the duo ran back to the hill that they first came.
Maybe they would have to think twice before shooting somepony's face. For now they are starved and need to eat.
The sounds of birds chirping can be heard, Celestia's sunlight beamed through her window. Twilight yawns and rubs her eyes, last night was disappointing. After finding that mysterious book and casted a spell that is in it, nothing really happened except her getting tired. She got out of bed and gets ready for the day ahead.
She grooms her messy mane before making breakfast for herself and spike, he's still sleeping. It's nothing more than a hay sandwich. Suddenly, there's a knock on her door. Wondering who could be visiting so early, Twilight made her way to the entrance of her library. When she swung open the door, she was surprised to find a uniformed pegasus messenger standing before her, Wearing the familiar golden armor.
"May I help you?" Twilight asked the strange messenger curiously. He regarded her with a serious expression before speaking.
"Are you Miss Twilight Sparkle?" the stallion inquired politely but with an air of urgency. Twilight responded with a nod, wondering what the Royal Guard might deliver to her.
The messenger took a breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. "I bring an important message from Captain Grass Yeild, he requests your assistance at Thistlewood Town."
Twilight tells the messenger to stay outside for a moment before going inside. She headed to where Spike was sleeping shook him gently awake.
"Spike, somepony needs our help in Thistlewood Town. We have to get ready to meet a messenger right away." Spike blinked sleep from his eyes as Twilight threw bits of clothing and books into a bag with her magic. "Trouble already? I just went to sleep!" he grumbled.
"No rest for the dragon, I'm afraid. Now up and at 'em!" Twilight said with a smile.
The pair rushed outside to find the messenger true to his word, waiting patiently. "Your companions are already at the train station and informed of the situation," he told Twilight as they all began the brisk into town.
"Any more details you can share?" Twilight asked eagerly. The messenger shook his head. "I was only told it's an investigation matter involving your expertise. The captain will brief you fully upon arrival."
Twilight turned the mysterious clues over in her mind as the station came into view. Sure enough, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie were there to see her off. "What's the sitch, Twi?" Rainbow Dash called out.
As the friends boarded the mostly empty train, Twilight turned to Rainbow Dash. "I'm afraid I don't have any more information yet. The messenger was mysterious about the details."
They found seats facing each other, while Spike curled up by the window and dozed off again. The group began swapping theories on what could be happening in Thistlewood.
"Ah heard they grow some mighty fine carrots up that way," Applejack offered. "Reckon it could be farm trouble?" Rarity scoffed. "Somehow I doubt a magical emergency involves vegetables, darling. Perhaps the town is under some kind of spell?"
Fluttershy shuddered at the thought. Pinkie Pie bounced in her seat. "Or maybe there's a PARTY and they need a super awesome Pinkie Pie to provide the fun!"
"Thistlewood? Nothing ever happens there most of the time, it's kinda boring. But I want to know why some captain wants us there!" Rainbow Dash remarks.
Twilight gazed out the window in thought. "Thistlewood is north of Canterlot, not too far as the crow flies. A smaller community, if I recall. I'm sure the Captain will give us the full story when we arrive."
The messenger sat stoically, giving no hints. Mystery swirled as the mares chattered, wondering what mysteries awaited in Thistlewood Town.
As the scenery rolled by outside, Twilight mulled over the sparse facts they had so far. She turned to her friends and said thoughtfully, "Whenever unusual magic is at play, things can escalate quickly if not addressed. I'm sure the Captain just wants the situation handled expertly and discreetly."
"Yeah, leave it to magic screws things up even more!" quipped Rainbow Dash.
Fluttershy peeked at the messenger. "Do... Do you think there's any danger, sir?"
The stallion wondered. "Impossible to say at this point. But rest assured, the Royal Guard will ensure your safety." Applejack stretched her legs out. "All's well that ends well, I s'pose. Reckon I'll enjoy catchin' up with ol' friends in town meanwhile."
The conversation grew quieter as sleepy mares dozed to the clickity-clack of the tracks. Twilight shuffled through notes, mentally preparing for potential puzzles ahead. After a few hours, the whistle blared, they'd arrived at Thistlewood station. Twilight wakes Spike up and she puts him on her back. She also wakes the rest up.
Stepping onto the platform, the mares took in the bustling Thistlewood market square. Stalls sold fresh produce, baked goods and crafts under the morning sun. That's when Twilight overheard mutters of "those no-good griffins" and "my prized Gala apples."
The messenger gestured ahead. "This way to the hospital, but I must examine those complaints first. Stay close," he instructed. They wove through the busy ponies, catching more whisperings of mysterious cloaked figures stealing from a vendor yesterday.
Soon the white stone building came into view, with ponies rushing in and out. "The Captain suffered injuries pursuing the culprits. Please speak with him carefully," the guard cautioned before departing on his errand.
At the front desk, a nurse greeted them warmly. "Go on up, dears, he's in room number 93, there are a guard at the door, just tell them that you're visiting the Captain." The nurse gestured them to the stairs.
The six climbed up the flight of stairs, filled with mystery, once they reached the 9th floor, they could see room 93 near the stairs, the guard near the door nodded at the group before stepping aside.
The friends entered Room 93 with anticipation, unsure what state they'd find the Captain in. True to the guard's word, behind the door lay Grass Yield hooked up to machines, his face almost entirely wrapped in bandages save for his eyes.
At the sound of visitors, those eyes lit up in recognition. "Twilight Sparkle, I'm glad you've come." His voice sounded weak but determined. "Please, gather round, there's much to discuss."
As the mares settled in, Fluttershy fetching him some water, the Captain began his experience. "We cornered those cloaked thieves in the crossroad, demanding they return what was stolen. But they refused to cooperate." He sighed heavily. "In my haste to apprehend them, I failed to see one had some kind of projectile weapon. It hit me square in the face with searing magic of some kind before they escaped."
The friends gasped at this turn. Twilight wrote down his account word for word, knowing details could be crucial later. "Do you have any other clues that could help identify these suspects?" Twilight asked gently. Grass Yield shook his bandaged head worryingly.
"They were wearing some kind of grey or black cloak with a symbol on it. I'm not sure if I see the symbol before but the cloak is definitely not made of cloth. I don't even know if they're griffins or not, everypony just says it's a griffin. Let's just say they walk on their two legs. I can't remember or see their faces clearly due to their cloaks!" Captain Grass commented of how the thieves look like.
The mares listened intently as the Captain shared his account. Many of thoughts arose once he finished speaking. "Now that ain't normal," Applejack mused, scratching her chin. "What kind a creature walks like a griffin but ain't?"
Rarity shuddered delicately. "How frightening! Who knows what uncivilized customs these ruffians might have."
Fluttershy peeked from behind her mane. "D-do you think they meant to hurt the Captain?"
"Ooh, a mystery cloak, how exciting!" Pinkie gushed, bouncing on the spot. "I'll bet it has SECRET POCKETS!"
Rainbow Dash huffed impatiently. "What I wanna know is can we catch these losers already?"
Twilight tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Their movements do seem bizarre. And an unknown symbol? we'll to ask around the town." Addressing the Captain, she asked, "Please rest now. We'll begin our investigation right away."
The mares trotted out, deep in speculative discussion. "Those ain't any griffins I ever heard," pondered Applejack aloud. "And what strange magic attacked the Captain?" Rarity said with a shudder. "One hopes they don't have any other awful tricks up their sleeves."
Twilight's brow furrowed pensively. "I hope the ponies here reveals some context for these anomalies. For now, let's retrace the Captain's steps to the market."
As they descended the hospital steps, Rainbow Dash puffed out her chest determinedly. "Just leave finding these baddies to yours truly. They won't know what hit 'em!"
Pinkie bounced excitedly. "Ooh, maybe they'll lead us on a super fun scavenger hunt around town!"
The mares arrived at the market square, buzzing with activity and some mentions of thievery among the light crowds. The six mares agreed to split up asking every pony they can.
Applejack spotted an aged stallion selling bananas. "Howdy pardner, heard tell 'bout some varmints causin' a ruckus other day. Reckon you saw anythin'?" The stallion scratched his chin. "Now that ya mention it, All I saw was them cloaked critters hightailin' off right swiftlike!"
Rarity approached a mare browsing fabrics. "Pardon the intrusion darling, but we're simply dying to know more about these ruffians. Any tidbits you could share?" The mare sighed wearily. "All I know is they swept in like a whirlwind and had the poor vendor in a tizzy! Gone before you could say 'hayseed' I'm afraid."
Fluttershy spotted some fillies playing by the fountain. She took a deep breath and asked softly, "E-excuse me girls, have you perhaps overheard what happened yesterday?" One filly spoke up, "We didn't see much, but we heard screaming and saw cloaked creatures running past really fast! It was kinda scary." Another nodded in agreement.
Pinkie spotted the sad grey vendor stacking crates by her empty stall. "Hiya! We're detectives on the case. Would you please tell us what you saw?"
The mare sighed sadly. "Those sneaky thieves swiped my prized apples before I knew what hit me! I threw my book that I was reading at one of them. Then they just ran away!"
Pinkie Pie cheerfully assured the grey mare, "Don't you worry, we'll catch the meanies who did this!" She called the others over. When they'd assembled by the empty stall.
Twilight addressed the vendor kindly. "Ma'am, could you please describe what you saw? Any detail may prove valuable."
The mare adjusted her glasses nervously. "Well, it happened so fast, but I'll do my best...The varmints had two legs that bent oddly, not like a pony's. And arms extending from their torsos with things at the ends..."
"Go on, we're listenin'," Applejack encouraged gently.
"Their faces weren't pointy like ours, more flat. And atop their heads wasn't a mane nor tail, but some sort of... an iron hat of some sort?" She struggled to find the words. Rarity gasped softly. "However peculiar...please continue, we must solve this problem post-haste!"
The mare steeled herself. "Well, they have a weird body structure, no hooves! Never saw the like, I tell you what! They took many apples as they can and put it in their bags!" Her confusing description made new questions. These were no ordinary creatures... Spike is still asleep on Twilight's back though.
Somepony is approaching them, the friends turned at the approach of a Royal Guard, Captain Grass Yeild's insignia upon her armor. "Ponies, I've news that may help your investigation," she stated formally.
"We're all ears, partner," replied Applejack earnestly.
The guard divulged, "Reports place the thieves on the outskirts near the western exit to the woods. They were spotted fleeing in that direction, so we've set up a perimeter patrol." The guard gestured towards the west exit.
Twilight inquired, "Has word reached the Princess about this incident?"
"Indeed. Her Majesty is monitoring closely. These unknown assailants could pose a threat if not apprehended swiftly." Her tone was grave.
Determination set in the mares' eyes at this new information. Fluttershy gulped, "D-do you think they're still out there?"
Rainbow Dash cracked her neck confidently. "Only one way to find out! C'mon girls, let's get galloping!"
The determined mares raced toward the forest western exit at top speed. Leaving behind the guard and the devastated mare. As the land gave way to dense forest, Twilight nudged awake the drowsy dragon on her back.
"We're almost at the search area, Spike wake up. Keep your eyes peeled for clues," she instructed quietly. The dragon rubbed his eyes and nodded dutifully.
Fluttershy scanned the undergrowth nervously. "How will we even find them in here...?"
"Leave that to me, I'll spot 'em from above!" proclaimed Rainbow Dash, taking flight among the towering oaks.
Rarity suggested, "Darling, perhaps we could employ a simple tracking spell to sniff out their trail." Twilight's eyes lit up. "Rarity, you're brilliant! Everypony remain quiet, I'll try casting it now...
As Twilight focused her magic, a faint violet glow emanated from her horn. "A Tracking Spell, as Rarity suggested. Now, what clues might it uncover..."
The light drifted along the forest floor, and Pinkie gasped in delight. "Ooh, look over there! Strange shiny indents along the dirt path!"
The others trotted over for a closer inspection. "Why, these look nothing like hoofprints," observed Rarity with interest. Applejack furrowed her brow. "Now what in tarnation are these strange markings? Ah've never seen tracks like these afore! They sure are odd-shaped alright. Kinda rectangular with deep ridges."
The prints resembled two parallel lines joined at one end, leaving deep indentations that swept back as if weighing the path down. Fluttershy gasped, "What kind of creature leaves tracks so oddly shaped?"
As the determined ponies followed the strange glowing prints, Twilight's eye for detail ensured they stayed on the right track. After some distance had passed, she informed her friends "The trail is growing stronger, we must be gaining on them. But it seems to lead much further..."
Fluttershy glanced around nervously at the thickening trees. "Where do you think it's taking us, Twilight?" The unicorn focused intently on the tracking spell. A look of revelation crossed her face. "Everypony, I've pinpointed the trail's destination...it ends at a large cave up ahead! But it is very far..."
Gasps arose from the group. Their elusive quarry was close at hoof, but who knew what dangers the shadowy cavern might hold? Rainbow Dash from the air cracked her neck eagerly. "Let's get moving already, I'm itching for some action!"
What will the cave have for them? The thieves, or just empty? Will they find the thieves and capture them? Or it is much more?
The sound of heavy boots stepping on the muddy ground can be heard. It's raining quite heavily, Karl and Fredrich uses their cloak for warmth. Karl behind Fredrich complains. "We need to find shelter quickly! I don't like this anymore..."
Fredrich ignores Karl before saying "Hey! I think I see a cave over there! Maybe we could set up shelter there." They continue to walk towards the cave up ahead, just 30 meters from the path. The forest was dark and unwelcoming as the two men trudged on through the pouring rain.
"Come, we're almost there!" urged Friedrich, squinting through the downpour at the shadowy linings of the cave up ahead. Karl trudged behind him miserably. "This rain is relentless, and my boots feel like lead. If only we knew what mad trick of fate brought us to this strange land..."
At last, they reached the entrance of the cave, breathing a shared sigh of relief. As their eyes adjusted within, Karl scanned the cavern apprehensively. "It appears empty. We should be safe here to make camp for the night."
Helping Fredrich struggle out of his soaked cloak, Karl started gathering fallen branches to light a fire. But his friend appeared lost in troubled thought.
"That military pony, I only meant to frighten him. I never wished to cause harm," Fredrich said quietly.
Karl placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. "We'll find a way to make it right, mein freund. For now, let us focus on surviving this storm."
The flickering firelight cast a cozy glow within the drear cave as Karl and Friedrich sat warming themselves. Opening their bag, the Apples within shone red against the gloom.
"At least something good came of our fate," said Friedrich exhaustingly, biting into the stolen juicy fruit. Karl nodded, chewing carefully.
For a time, they spoke softly of home, the green countryside, families left behind and all that was lost when the when they got here. But their former lives felt ever more distant, like faces from a fading dream.
Then Karl's eyes fell upon the curious weapon leaned against the cave wall that they placed there. "This armament we discovered...have you ever seen its like?"
Friedrich examined it thoughtfully. "The design is most advanced, yet..." He worked the bolt, a blue shimmer pulsing within the barrel. "Its energy seems unstable, burns hotter than flame."
Karl stirred the fire uneasily. "With its power we've a chance, yet its mysteries may prove our problematic doings. If only we knew how we came to this place..."
Silence fell as outside the tempest raged on. Questions loomed dark as the storm-clouds, with no answers in sight. For now they could only rest, and hope the morrow would bring some sign to guide their weary steps...
Friedrich's eyes grew troubled as he stared into the crackling fire. "When that military pony confronted us in the village, there was one word I recognized 'Captain.'"
Karl looked at him questioningly. Friedrich continued, "In our army, a Captain holds high rank and command. I fear this one we wounded may seek revenge for the injury and has the power to do so."
Sighing, he turned the rifle over slowly. "We meant no real harm, only to escape with desperation. But these creatures know us not, and we have only this advanced rifle as defense."
Karl leaned back to the cave wall, wishing he could forget the memory of the panicked shot. "If only we could explain, make peace somehow. But how, when we understand not a word they say?" Then silence dawned into the cave for a few minutes.
Karl turned to his lifelong friend with a weary smile. "Remember when we were boys, always getting into some kind of mischief?"
Friedrich let out a soft chuckle. "More times than I can count! Like the time we tried riding your father's crazy goat and ended up stuck in that tree for hours!"
As the firelight burned, their faces grew warm with nostalgia. "And who could forget our first drinks, sneaking ale from the pub while the bartender didn't know?" added Karl.
A reflective silence fell before Friedrich spoke again. "Little did we know our youthful antics would one day lead us here, serving the Fatherland together in '39."
Karl smiled sadly. "Marching through Paris was a dream. And seeing the Tiger in action, what a machine! We thought the good times would last..."
His voice trailed off as outside, the storm began to still. Friedrich placed a firm hand on his friend's shoulder. "No matter what challenges lie ahead, just know that you'll always have your oldest friend at your side, bruder."
As the laughter faded from nostalgic days past, Karl's eyes gleamed with ideas once more. "You know, it would be quite a sight to see the faces of these ponies if we stumbled upon an intact Tiger!"
Friedrich let out a soft chuckle. "Ja, can you imagine rolling up in one of those beasts, 88mm cannon at the ready? I dare say it might give even the bravest of them pause."
Their shared mirth helped lift some of the night's shrouding darkness. Still, an air of guilt lingered in Fredrich tone as he replied, "Alas, the chances of coming across such a prize out here are next to nothing than finding a needle in a haystack."
Karl gazed into the dwindling fire, stray flickers burning in his thoughtful stare. "Never say never, mein freund. After all, stranger things have happened to us already in this crazy land. One can only wait and see what mysteries tomorrow's light may reveal..."
As the firelight grew ever dimmer within the cave's flickering gloom, night's shadows seemed to lengthen their grip upon the smoky air.
Friedrich clapped his old friend warmly upon the shoulder. "Try and get some rest, Karl. I'll take first watch."
Karl nodded gratefully, shrugging his pack from weary shoulders to use as a makeshift pillow. His nearby comrade did the same, settling back against the stony wall with faithful Stahlhelm in hand.
Only the occasional snap and crackle of dying embers disturbed the hush that fell. Karl lay listening to the fading patter of rain upon leaves, watching his breath mist in the cave's chill depths as exhaustion slowly claimed him.
Before slipping into sleepyness, his gaze fell once more upon that curious advanced arm, propped beside the dying fire. What unpredictable power lay dormant within this rifle he could not see.
All Karl knew for certain was that come for tomorrow, he and his best friend, Friedrich would face yet more uncertain problems in this bizarre new world. But as darkness closed over him in a wave, all he could do was rest and pray the light would show them a way forward, whatever perils may emerge from the shadows...
Morning arrived with the sun's glow that seeped into the cave, chasing away the remnants of darkness. Karl awoke and stretched his tired limbs, blinking away the drowsiness that clung to his eyes. Friedrich, ever vigilant, had been keeping watch throughout the night.
"Good morning, Karl," Friedrich greeted him with a nod. "Did you manage to get some rest?"
Karl yawned and nodded in response, rubbing his eyes to clear away the last traces of sleep. "As much as one can in these circumstances," he replied. "Any signs of activity outside?"
Friedrich shook his head. "None so far. It seems the storm has finally passed. We should take this opportunity to venture out and gather more information about this land.
The two companions quickly gathered their belongings, carefully snuffing out the last embers of their campfire before hitting the road once again. As they followed the well-worn path, eventually reaching the end of the dense forest, a sense of relief washed over them. And there it was, just off to the side of the road. The half-track with a machinegun on top, of course for protection.
A familiar sight that made Karl's heart race with excitement. "Fredrich! Do you see what I see? That's a half-track SD.KFZ 251! It must be abandoned." Karl's eyes lit up as he spoke, already imagining himself behind the wheel of the iconic vehicle. "I've always wanted to drive one of those. Still, it's better than nothing! But what the heck is it doing here?!"
Fredrich let out an audible sigh and visibly relaxed his tense shoulders. "I wouldn't care much, you can drive for a while as I take a much-needed nap. Also, could you please check the engine and fuel? It's possible that it's not even worth trying to fix." His eyes scanned over the worn interior of the vehicle, taking note of the faded upholstery and scratched dashboard.
He couldn't help but question whether their decision to use this old car was a mistake. But at this point, it was their only option for transportation, even though it stood out like a sore thumb in this unfamiliar world.
With a heavy sigh, Fredrich climbed into the vehicle and settled himself down onto the hard metal floor. As his eyes adjusted to the dim interior, he noticed several fuel containers lying nearby. He called out to his partner, "Karl, we can use these fuel containers to fill up our vehicle!"
Exhausted from their journey, Fredrich pulled his cloak tight around him and made a makeshift bed on the cold floor in an attempt to get some rest.
Meanwhile, Karl carefully inspected the engine and fuel levels of the half-track. The engine was in good condition, but the fuel tank was empty. Careful not to wake his sleeping friend, Karl retrieved the fuel containers and began filling up the tank. The scent of gasoline filled the air as he worked.
After several minutes, the tank was full and Karl climbed into the driver's seat. It was cramped and uncomfortable, but he knew they had to keep moving. With a deep breath, he started up the engine and prepared for the next part of their journey.
Karl carefully navigates his truck along the dirt road, the wheels blowing up dust and leaving deep tracks in the soft grass. He emerges from the dense forest, following the winding path that leads to the exit. As his friend dozes in the passenger seat. Karl drives into the unknown without any map or items that will help him, they need a map. But how will they get it?
Twilight's magic, though faded, has served its purpose well in bringing them this far. Now the mares must rely on wit and wisdom to uncover what happened here.
Fluttershy peers into the sooty ashes. "Oh, it seems they took shelter during the storm. But they've long since departed."
Ever observant, Rainbow Dash points out bootprints leading away. "C'mon girls, the trail isn't cold yet! I'll fly ahead and scout where it goes." And with that she zooms into the main path.
While they await her return, Rarity examines a fallen branch, noting marks that could not be made by pony hooves. "Darling, whatever was camped here, it was not one of us."
The mares scanned the campsite intently for any signs the thieves may have left behind.
"These ashes are still quite warm, they can't be far," noted Applejack, ever perceptive.
Nearby, Fluttershy spotted something dangling from a low branch. "Oh my, look! It's a torn piece of cloth." She pointed out.
Twilight magically retrieved it. "Hmm, this fabric is unlike anything from Equestria. In fact, it is not even made of fabric!" Twilight states as she feels the 'fabric' with her hoof.
Spike scurried over, sniffing eagerly. "I don't recognize the smell either. Kind of smelly!" He remarks with a little accomplishment that he could at least help.
Rarity wrinkled her nose. "Do try to contain yourself, dear." She responded with a little disgust.
Just then Rainbow Dash swooped back in a blur of color. "You guys aren't gonna believe this - I found fresh tracks, and they lead right to... The exit of the forest! Yeah, I know boring," She exclaimed.
Rainbow Dash's announcement startled everypony. The prints led right to the forest edge, but looking more closely, it was clear and pointed out by Twilight, Rainbow had merely glimpsed the trail from above without following it fully.
"Whoops, my bad," Rainbow shrugged. "I got a little over-excited."
Twilight shot her a look. "We'll need to continue on hoof if we want to properly track these thieves. Come on everypony, let's keep a close eye out for clues."
And so, the group cautiously proceeded down the winding forest path, keeping their eyes peeled for signs of passage. After a few minutes walk, Fluttershy suddenly perked up.
"Oh friends, look! I see the prints again, much clearer and more recent here." Fluttershy pointed out as she looks at the prints closely.
The curious group of friends arrived at the end of the forest path, only to find the tracks abruptly changed there.
"Well I'll be," said Applejack, scratching her head. "These here prints get all weird. Two deep lines side by side?"
Twilight furrowed her brow, deep in thought. "They almost look like...wheel tracks? But what horse-drawn vehicle has wheels that size?"
Just then, Pinkie Pie popped up behind a bush, scaring the daylights out of everypony. "Ooh ooh, I know!" she shrieked. "It must be one of those fancy carts they have in Manehattan, with the big rubber wheels!"
Once hearts stopped pounding, Rarity sniffed, "Really Pinkie dear, must you frighten us so?" Still, her interest was piqued. "A motorized cart, you say? How peculiar. I wonder where it could be headed... Considering this terrain? It could barely run here!"
Just then, a familiar blue blur whooshed up. "Hey guys, you'll never believe what I saw up the road a bit!" Rainbow Dash said eagerly. Come quick and I'll show you!"
"Well, what did you see?" Twilight questioned Rainbow Dash impatiently.
Breathlessly Rainbow replied, "It was some crazycart thing, but way bigger than normal! And get this, the wheels were all connected together or something."
"How peculiar! Please do go on, darling," Rarity gasped.
But Rainbow just shrugged. "You'll have to see it for yourself. I fly too fast to describe properly."
She zipped ahead, leaving a rainbow trail for the others to follow. Though eager to unravel this mystery, Twilight and her friends had to trot at a steadier pace through the forest.
As they neared the treeline, Rainbow Dash's exclamations grew louder. "Whoa, check it ouuutt!"
The group hurried onwards until rounding a bend, they spotted something most peculiar parked in a small clearing up ahead. It looked similar to the vehicles from Manehattan, but bulkier and more rugged, with mammoth wheels connected by solid metal frames.
Gasps all around as the main six took in the strange sight. Rainbow grinned smugly. "Toldya it is weird, right?"
Twilight magically took notes. "Fascinating... the construction is most advanced. But what is its purpose here?"
Applejack inspected huge tread marks in the dirt. "Reckon it's what them varmints were usin'. Trail must lead straight to it."
The group huddled up, just not too far from the vehicle.
"We've got the element of surprise on our side," whispered Rainbow. "I say we swoop in and pin those thieves!"
Applejack shook her head. "Now hold yourself, partner. We don't want no fight if we can avoid it. I say we go up peaceful-like and demand our missing goods back."
Rarity nodded. "Discussing this like gentleponies seems the wisest approach. But how will they understand us?"
Ever thoughtful, Twilight said, "Luckily I've been studying new translation spells. With some magic we may be able to communicate our message clearly."
Fluttershy spoke up softly, "Oh, I hope they won't be too frightening up close. Maybe if we're very nice, they'll feel bad about taking our things."
Pinkie Pie popped up between them. "I've got it! We'll hold a big welcome party and introduce ourselves! Then nopony can stay mad at each other during smiles and songs!"
The group pondered their options carefully. At last Twilight said, "Pinkie might be onto something. Let's try a friendly greeting first before anything else. Are we all ready to say hello?"
Everypony nods at Twilight but Rainbow Dash crosses her hooves and put on a disappointed face before nodding.
"This is the boringest plan ever!" Rainbow Dash exclaimed but still follows through the plan.
The group approaches the vehicle slowly but surely, suddenly someone stick out their head out of the roofless roof of the vehicle, he rubs his eyes the creature spotted them and shouted unknown words, fear took hold where fellowship should have been, the creature matches the description of the vendor that described them.
Now the vehicle spun its mighty wheels, kicking up clouds of dust as it fled into the main path. Leaving behind a cloud of grey dust and smoke exhaust.
"After them, girls!" called Twilight, galloping in pursuit with wings, horn and heart racing. But the iron beast pulled farther ahead, the fleeing thieves within no doubt rattled by this chance encounter.
Rainbow Dash quickly spreads her wings, ready to take flight with a burst of speed. But as she nears the vehicle, a sharp blue projectile pierces her wings, causing her to plummet towards the ground. She crashes face first into the unforgiving earth, pain exploding through her body.
"Ugh! My wings!" Rainbow Dash shouts in agony as she frantically checks them for damage. To her relief, they appear unharmed but the throbbing ache remains, a constant reminder of the close call she just had.
Twilight and the rest of the group skid to a stop, their faces filled with concern as they rush over to Rainbow Dash's side. Fluttershy is the first to reach her, her voice trembling with worry.
"Oh, Rainbow Dash, are you alright? Please, let me take a look," Fluttershy says softly, her hoof gently touching Rainbow's injured wing.
Rainbow winces in pain but manages a weak smile. "I'll be fine, Fluttershy. Just a little shaken up."
Twilight examines the area where Rainbow Dash was struck. Her eyes widen with realization. "It seems like they don't want us following them," she says, inspecting the 'injury' with her magic.
Rarity glances around nervously. "Perhaps we should reconsider our approach. They clearly mean business," she suggests, her voice laced with unease.
Applejack nods in agreement. "I reckon we need to figure out who."
Karl's eyes filled with concern as he asked, "Fredrich, did you just shoot another one of them? After the last incident where you shot at them, they've been after us. And now, I bet they're even more annoyed! And the winged creatures...they can fly too? I always thought they were just for show!"
Fredrich reassured him, "Don't worry Karl, it was a good shot. I adjusted the power, so it won't harm them, but it'll definitely sting a bit."
As they distanced themselves from the ponies, Karl and his companion felt a sense of serenity wash over them. The wind was gentle but persistent, brushing against their skin and stirring up the tall grasses that surrounded the path.
In the distance, a field stretched out with clusters of trees dotting its expanse. The greenery provided a peaceful backdrop to their journey, offering moments of shade and patches of sunlight filtering through the leaves above.
Karl's voice is barely audible over the roar of the engine and the wind as he shouts, "That captain you shot back in town may be getting even angrier now!"
Worry makes into Fredrich's response, "I caused all of this. First, I accidentally fired at their captain. And now this?"
But Karl dismisses his concerns with a stern reminder, "We can't think about the future right now, we need to focus on the present. We need to get home, our reputation here is really not good after we all done that."
"Maybe we could approach them with a friendly intent?" Fredrich suggested as he sat near the driver's seat.
"I think that's pointless unless we're speaking to a very kind one," Karl replied reluctantly with a frown.
Now they're driving into the unknown. With no directions, this will be hard for them. But as soldiers, this is nothing for them. They just made mistakes and brought them here, where the grims of war are not affected.
"Well shucks, I reckon we gave it our best shot trackin' them varmints," said Applejack with a sigh. "Nothin' else fer it now but head home empty-hooved."
"Now now darling, chin up!" said Rarity. "While answers evaded us today, wisdom will surely come with time. Captain Grass wish to hear our full report, I'm sure."
Twilight nodded. "You're right Rarity. Coming at this rationally is key. Maybe we can compare notes with the captain and get a clearer idea of what's going on."
As they began the trek back, Fluttershy said "Oh, I do hope those strangers are alright, wherever they've gone. What if they're lost or scared out here?"
Spike climbed onto Twilight's back. "Maybe we'll find some clues back in town. C'mon, let's hurry, I'm getting hungry!"
"Cheer up everypony!" said Pinkie Pie, bouncing alongside. "Where there's a mystery, there's hope for more fun around the bend!”
Last of all Rainbow Dash held onto her 'injured' wings in pain. "Ugh, I still say we shoulda chased 'em down. But I guess it is what it is. Let's go..."
Applejack helped Rainbow Dash move as she is worrying about her wing, the group went back to the path of Thistlewood Town, reporting their finding to Captain Grass Yeild, the only task is getting there now. They exhaustingly walk back to the Town, except Pinkie she just bounces with every step trying to cheer up the rest.
The weary group of friends continued their journey through the forest path, the afternoon sun casting dappled shadows all around. While questions far outnumbered answers for now, their determined spirit remained strong.
Rainbow Dash's wing had stopped throbbing, though she still fluttered it experimentally now and then. Fluttershy kept a watchful eye, ever ready to assist.
As they walked, Rarity turned to Twilight inquisitively. "My dear, I've been thinking. Based on what we witnessed, do you suppose magic similar to our own could be at play in those strangers' astounding contraption?"
Twilight nodded thoughtfully. "It's certainly possible magic plays a role we don't yet understand. Their technologies seem well beyond anything in Equestria. But how did they come to be here?"
Just then, Pinkie Pie gasped up ahead. "Look everypony, I think I see the town!" Her announcement lifted their weary heads. Sure enough, glimpses of Thistlewood's welcoming rooftops and windmill towers could now be spotted past the thinning trees. The six picked up the pace, wanting to share all they had uncovered with Captain Grass.
The persevering friends made their way through Thistlewood's bustling streets, taking note that many more guards patrolled about than before.
Ever observant, Spike spoke up from Twilight's back. "Hey, look at all the guards. Something must be up for the captain to call in extra security."
Twilight nodded thoughtfully. "You make a wise observation, Spike. I wonder if any new developments occurred while we were gone."
As they strode towards the town's infirmary, Rarity remarked "Whatever discoveries were made, I just hope our report can aid in unraveling this perplexing puzzle piece by piece."
At the hospital's entrance they were met by the same nurse, who granted them an audience with the recovering Captain Grass Yeild. "He's been expecting you all. This way please, but go gently, the poor dear needs his rest."
They reached the 9th floor at last, spotting the familiar guard posted outside room 93 as before. With a solemn nod he opened the heavy door, granting them entry.
Captain Grass Yeild lay propped up in bed, though appearing much recovered from his ordeal in the forest. "Ah, at last the moment I've awaited. Tell me what clues you've uncovered intracking those scoundrels," he bid eagerly.
One by one, each friend recounted their findings, from the strange vehicle's advanced design to the strangely attired culprits wielding unfamiliar weapons. Spike scribbled keenly to record it all.
Applejack stepped forward first. "Well Captain, it all started when we was out trackin' them no-good thieves. Found some mighty queer wagon tracks leadin' inta the forest."
Next, Fluttershy spoke up softly. "We followed the trail and came upon a big metal carriage in a clearing. Oh, and something came out of it but vanished so quickly..."
Pinkie Pie bounced in place. "Then we saw the weirdest thing ever! It was like a really big cart but made of metal grids and huge rubber wheels."
Rarity cleared her throat politely. "Indeed, the construction was most advanced. And the beings that fled were attired unlike any race of Equestria."
Rainbow Dash crossed her hooves, still miffed. "When I tried to chase them, one of them shot some kinda magic at me! Gave me a wicked stinging feeling in my wings."
Twilight concluded, "Their technology seems well beyond our own. But the most peculiar thing was the...'fabric' we found - it wasn't fabric at all!"
Nodding thoughtfully, Captain Grass turned to Spike. "And you, lad, anything to add from your scribbling?"
Spike looked up nervously. "Uhh, yeah! Their cave definitely smells weird. Literally!"
"I swear, that sting is still bugging me some," she huffed, drawing Fluttershy's gentle attention.
"Oh my, please let me take another look dear," Fluttershy cooed, running careful hooves along Rainbow's wings. "I don't see any marks, but magical attacks can leave aches."
Rarity sniffed, "Honestly Rainbow, one would think you'd been shot down from Cloudsdale and not just had a little zap. You're fine, darling."
Captain Grass nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, discretion proved smartest given the enemies' advanced armaments. I'd have you fly wingmares against metal birds!" He joked.
Twilight laughed softly. "Let's just hope further encounters remain peaceful. In the meantime, we've much to research on these strangers."
"Quite right," agreed the Captain. "Keep me posted on any developments, and I'll do the same. For now, enjoy your well-earned report," Grass said exhaustingly, "Did you see the inn before you got into the hospital? You can stay there for tonight. Don't worry I paid for it, but hey uhhh... Dragon...? What's your name."
"It's Spike, don't you know?" Said Spike with annoyance.
"Sorry, well can you give me the notes that you wrote? I will need it to inform the princess of your findings." Grass said before Spike have his note.
The friends thanked Captain Grass fondly before taking their leave. Though rest called, curiosity and duty within them as well. One by one they said their farewell to the Captain, the Captain smiles under the layers of bandages. They went out to the door, passing through the previous guard. He nodded in affirmation.
Twilight walked in thoughtful stride. "While research calls me, wisdom says rest beckons us for tomorrow's challenges."
Applejack stretched her tired legs. "Amen ta that, Twi. This ol' farm filly's plumb tuckered out!"
Fluttershy walked quietly beside Pinkie Pie, who grinned, "I bet staying up late telling spooky stories by the fire would be super fun!"
Rarity kept pace, "Now Pinkie dear, as thrilling as tales may be, we must preserve our beauty sleep for the days ahead."
At the inn, innkeeper cheerily showed them to two seperate rooms upstairs. "Unfortunately, you six have to split into two, but don't worry the rooms are just separated by a thin wall, enjoy the best we offer!"
Over a hearty supper in the common room, hushed debate ensued on their findings and future plans. One might want to not chase these thieves.
They split up, Twilight and Spike, Applejack, Fluttershy, will use the right room, Rarity, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie use the left room, just beside it. They enter the cozy room, its cozy enough that they can sleep anywhere here. The three got into their beds, Twilight shares the bed with Spike.
Applejack fluffed a pillow by the foot of Twilight's bed. "Reckon I'll turn in here tonight, no sense in hoofin' to the barn when this'll do just fine."
Fluttershy had chosen a nest-like nook near the window, already drifting on the edge of sleep. "Goodnight everypony, sweet dreams..."
Seeing her friends in their places, Twilight opened a weathered tome from her pack. "Just a bit of light reading then lights out. Sleep well all, and pleasant dreams."
In the adjacent chamber meanwhile, Rarity neatly unpacked her things by the vanity. "Now where did I put my lavender pillow mists... a little soothing scent can't hurt for beauty rest."
Pinkie bounced to the foot of Rainbow's bed across the way. "Ooh, I call window-side too! Think I'll munch a snack and watch the stars 'til snooze-time."
"Finally the pain is gone!" Rainbow Dash's voice can be heard from the other room.
As Twilight's friend drifted to sleep, Twilight suddenly remembered something. The book that Princess Celestia gave her, it was written by Luna's most trusted friend. she got out from the bed and opens her bag and grabs the book before opening it, the card is gone and It was empty before, now it is filled with hastily drawn sketches of... the same creatures from earlier? Twilight kept flipping the pages, there shows many notes besides the sketches, she can't read it because it's written in ancient Equestrian dialect.
"This is... Surely interesting..." Twilight mumbled to herself as she is awed and confused why this is happening.
She keeps turning the pages, the creatures wearing clothes similar what the ponies would wear in Manehattan. After a few pages, there it is. A page with nothing except a big word with two lines underlining it. The word is "HUMAN" is this what the creature's names are?
She keeps looking at the word, she should tell her friends tomorrow and the Captain. But now she realizes it's already very late, she puts the book back into her bag. She got into the bed with Spike, good thing he's not too large as a grown dragon at least. Finally, she drifts to sleep while thinking about the book.
It's well into midnight, the sound of faint steps can be heard in the dark hallway, a Royal Guard on their usual late patrol. The guard passes through a high-ranking officer's office nervously quickly. The door has a plaque that says, "NO ENTERING WITHOUT PERMISSION."
He knew that this officer does everything in his office, eat, drink, do work, sleep, but rarely. He scurries off to patrol other parts of the palace. Careful not to disturb the officer as he is probably awake, most likely reviewing reforms or doing paperwork.
This officer is none other than a well-known officer known as Field Marshal Longspear Sicario, a grey stallion with brown mane, he's brilliant strategist adapting to Equestria's incompetent, limited military. Though having some very concerning anger issues, he once shouted at a corporal for being too loud inside the left wing. He has a map of Equestria pinned to the wall, with strategic points and potential threats.
Longspear rests his head with his hoof as he reads the message that Princess Celestia sent to him, it's a report from a captain in Thistlewood town, his faced made an expression that one could describe as annoyance.
He reads the message from Princess Celestia. "Really, princess? You're asking me to help your student track down some thieves?" Longspear mutters to himself while scanning the request.
"This seems like a waste of my time, I'd rather be managing Equestria's defenses on the east coast, where we're facing threats from the Land of The Rising Stars or whatever they call themselves," Despite his complaints, he reluctantly decides to give the request a chance, "Maybe I'll help her, but not directly."
The commander's keen eyes fixated on the request, and then he slowly turns his head to the right. With a careful gaze, he studies the map pinned on the wall before him. The majority of Equestria's forces were currently stationed at the eastern coastal forts, leading him to shift his focus to the west. His eyes landed on Fortress Fielding, situated not too far from Vanhoover. Perfect, he would assign a few specific troops from different units for this tracking task.
The next day at Fortress Fielding
It's early in the morning and Fortress Fielding is ever so empty with an occasional shout interrupting the silence, which if there was an attack, they would barely hold the huge fortress. The only sound they can hear is the sound of wind blowing in the distance, as to Sergeant Keeperon's disappointment. It's too boring and quiet here because most of the Equestrian forces are relocated to the east coast of Equestria. Keeperon is a tan pony with a black mane, he's been in this fort for a long time.
Keeperon, using his freetime in his schedule, decide to pay his friend that is in the 2nd Sapper Specialists a visit. Keeperon walked through the quiet hallways of Fortress Fielding, his hoofsteps echoing in the emptiness. He passes a few guards that was sleeping, but he ignored them as he could perhaps relate. As a seasoned NCO, he was used to the solitude that came with being stationed at a relatively empty fort. But today, he felt an unexplainable sense of restlessness.
He arrived at the barracks of the 2nd Sapper Specialists and pushed open the door, finding his friend, a white stallion with blonde mane, Corporal Stonecliff, engrossed in a book. The barracks was brightly lit, with many small windows overlooking the barracks or the fort walls.
"Hey there, Stonecliff," Keeperon greeted with a smile. "Mind if I join you?"
Stonecliff glanced up from his reading and grinned. "Keeperon! Always a pleasure to have you around. Pull up a chair."
Keeperon settled himself on an empty chair and leaned back, sighing deeply. "You know, Stonecliff, why does Field Marshal Longspear is so focused on the Rising Stars? Princess Celestia already assured that everything was going well diplomatically."
Stonecliff reads his book while saying, "Well it's Field Marshal Longspear being himself, without him Equestria probably wouldn't exist on the map already. But I think the Rising Stars are probably up to something," He glances at Keeperon before going back to his book, "Don't worry about the low troops, we're far from any hostile nations, for now."
Keeperon sighs, "Maybe, I heard that they are developing their weapons very quickly, I suppose Longspear is perhaps right," he looks out of the window, "Besides there are only the 7th Light Infantry Troop, 2nd Sapper Specialists Platoon and 9th Pegasi Fighters Battery stationed at the fortress, we're literally a free fort."
Stonecliff looked at Keeperon uninterestingly, "You know I doubt that we're still far from any hostile nations so, an attack might be unlikely unless they got deep into Equestria, let's hope that will not hap-," Stonecliff was interrupted by somepony who opened the door.
It is a Royal Guard, a mare wearing the instead the usual golden armor, she wore a white one, it has a unique insignia on the helmet, it looks stronger. Though the most notable is her Equestrian insignia, it is an officer. Stonecliff and Keeperon stood up in attention and saluted.
"At ease," the officer said, returning the salute with a nod. Her voice was firm but measured. "You are relocated to another location, at Field Marshal Longspear Sicario's order."
Stonecliff and Keeperon exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued. Orders were rare, especially if they haven't got any in months. Keeperon stepped forward, his eyes filled with anticipation. "Is Equestria at War? A relocation sounds very bad."
The mare raised an eyebrow at this question. The captain's stern gaze swept across the room, her eyes settling on each of them in turn. "Fortunately, not. We have received a report of thieves stealing in the nearby town of Thistlewood. This was very recent as it happened two days ago. Unfortunately, Longspear doesn't tell any details other than call three troops each from a unit."
"And who will be the 3rd one here? It must be from the Pegasi Fighters," Keeperon asked casually.
The officer smiled lightly, "You'll meet the third guy shortly, pack your things, but not too many stuff," she responded sternly, "We'll wait at the gates, take your time."
Stonecliff closes his book and puts it inside his bag which is on the floor, Keeperon passed beside the officer. Going back to his quarters to pack his stuff. As Keeperon brisk to his quarters, he wondered, "Why are we tracking some thieves? Why not somepony else? Besides thievery here is impossible."
As he reached his quarters, he grabs his bag which is on his bed and packs it with mostly rations. He folded a blanket neatly, surely this could help. He holds his sword by wearing the cork strap which is attached to his sheath. He put his bag on his back before heading to the gate. He sees Stonecliff following the officer and he joins behind him.
Stonecliff and Keeperon exchanged puzzled glances before following the officer out of the barracks. The early morning sun cast a warm golden glow across the fortress as they made their way towards the gates. A sense of excitement filled the air, mingled with a hint of apprehension. They passed through the previous guards, who are still sleeping while standing, holding their spears upright.
As they reached the gates, they were met by the third member of their team. Wings glistening in the sunlight, a vibrant orange Pegasus stood before them. He had a confident smirk on his face as he adjusted his armor.
"Hey there, comrades!" the orange Pegasus with red mane greeted. "Name's Blaze, and I'm ready to capture some thieves!" Said in a very thick accent of northern Equestria.
Stonecliff and Keeperon nodded in acknowledgement. With their team assembled, they set off towards Thistlewood Town, following the officer's lead.
The journey was not a long one, but it gave them ample time to discuss the mission at hoof.
"So, who do you think stole something?" Stonecliff asked the two of them.
"Maybe the Griffins? I don't like their greedy needs," Keeperon reluctantly said.
"I don't think so, because there's barely any Griffins living in Equestria!" Blaze explained.
As the three of them continue their conversation about their mission, the mare officer leading the way simply listens without interrupting. Before they know it, they have arrived at Thistlewood Town where they are greeted by a heavy presence of Royal Guards, most likely in response to the recent theft that occurred in the area. Even though most of them are probably stationed at the east.
"One last thing, Field Marshal Longspear wants you to capture or at least gather information about the thieves," The officer said seriously, "Also, the thieves left the town using the western exit, they are also spotted in some sort of vehicle from Manehattan in the northern fields, best use the northern exit instead," The officer said before departing.
"So... What the fuck do we do now?" Keeperon reluctantly said.
Blaze looks at Keeperon, "Maybe we should set up a camp somewhere where the thieves are last seen? That is a good idea comrade," Blaze said with confidence.
"I suppose, let's not waste any time. Let's go," Stonecliff agreed enthusiastically. Before they go off into the northern path, nearby ponies wondered what just happened. They just got here. Looks like they aren't meeting the main six.
The next morning's rays of golden sunlight gently roused Twilight from her dreams. She took a moment to gaze around at her still-sleeping friends, grateful for the rest they all found.
Fluttershy was nestled cozily among blankets and pillows by the window, Pinkie Pie lay spread out across the foot of Rainbow's bed much like a party of one. Applejack's slow steady breath could be heard from where she lay tucked into the papasán beside Twilight's bed. Rarity looked perfectly poised even in slumber, not a hair out of place.
Satisfied all were rested, Twilight quietly slid from under the covers so as not to disturb Spike still curled up on the bed. Her thoughts turned to the mysterious book from the night before. She decided to show it to her friends once they awoke, hoping its clues may shed light on the strangers they encountered. First they went to the main area of the inn...
The friendly innkeeper greeted them warmly. "I've a hot pie and apple buckwheat waiting if you'd like, on the house for you friends!"
The friends happily accepted the meal, sharing friendly conversation and laughter as they ate. Fluttershy in particular appreciated the opportunity to feed some crumbs to the songbirds flitting outside.
Just then, a confident knock sounded at the main door of the inn. Twilight opened it to find a stallion clad not in the usual golden armor of the royal guard, but plate of purest white. Bright plumes adorned his horned helmet, and a cloak the color of new fallen snow draped his broad shoulders. An intricate sigil was etched into the breastplate, she recognized it as the insignia of the personal guard of Field Marshal Longpear.
"Greetings," he spoke in a surprisingly soft tone. "I am Sir Falcon Crest, Field Marshal Longspear Sicario sends his regards. The Marshal requests your presence back in Ponyville at your earliest convenience, as per to his request."
Twilight smiled politely. "Of course, we will prepare to depart shortly. Might I inquire as to the reason of this request."
Sir Falcon nodded respectfully to Twilight. "I understand your desire for information, but the Marshal advised discretion given recent events."
"Discretion schmiscretion!" Rainbow Dash huffed, landing beside Twilight. "We just risked our tails tracking those thieves and you waltz in being all secretive."
Falcon's expression remained calm. "I meant no offense, Miss Dash. My role is simply to deliver messages on the Marshal's behalf."
Rarity cleared her throat politely. "Forgive our impatience, sir knight, but curiosity and duty drive us. Might you share just a snippet to ease our worries?"
Before Falcon could reply, Applejack chimed in. "Now Rarity, I'm shore the stallion's just followin' orders same as us. Ain't no need to pry."
Pinkie bounced over, peering at Falcon's armor. "Ooh, are those real diamonds inlaid in your chest piece? They're almost as bright as your shiny smile!"
Fluttershy hovered near Pinkie nervously. "Um, we really should be going soon if we want to make it back quickly..."
Rainbow scoffed. "Pssh, speak for yourself Fluttershy. I could fly there with my eyes closed!" She threw a sideways glance at Falcon. "No offense to Mr. Fancypants and his snail-slow marching."
Falcon Crest remained composed. "Duty is duty, Miss Dash, however accomplished. Besides... Did you forget the train express? Well, I simply ask you hasten to the Marshal's request with all speed and care, I will tell you that you do not have to visit Captain Grass Yeild, he has been transferred into another hospital," With a polite bow, he took his leave.
As the friends found their seats aboard the train, their excited murmurs and questions filled the air. Outside the window, Thistlewood was awash in a sea of polished white plates and gleaming helms. Where once gold and lavender livery dotted the town, now crisp snowy uniforms abounded.
Fluttershy pointed out how some guards coordinated their patrol routes to optimize coverage of the streets and squares below. "They seem to work like a well-practiced dance troupe," she observed softly.
Rainbow pressed her face to the glass, scrutinizing each new detail as it flashed by. "Their armor sure looks tougher than the old stuff. I'll bet those helms could take a direct hit from one of my lightning-fast kicks!"
Twilight nodded thoughtfully. "Field Marshal Sicario clearly prioritizes effective strategies and protection of the town. I wonder what led them to take charge here?"
As the scenery blurred into patches of brilliant color, Pinkie Pie suddenly gasped. "Oooh, look! I think I see the new captain lady giving orders!" She pointed an out a white-maned figure directing guards near the station.
Rarity dabbed at her eyes delicately. "Such leadership and authority. One can see why the Field Marshal placed them in command."
Applejack leaned out the window for a better view. "Reckon Pinkie's right, that sure looks like a mare in charge! Kinda makes a body right curious what all's been brewin' here."
As the shrill whistle announced the train's imminent departure, the friends hustled along the platform in search of empty seats. Most carriages appeared nearly full, passengers of all kinds chatting idly.
Finally spotting an open compartment nearer the rear, Twilight lifted a hoof to beckon her friends. "In here, everypony, it looks like we'll have the car to ourselves!"
One by one they filed in, claiming window seats or tucking themselves into cozy alcoves. Spike nestled into Twilight's saddlebag with a happy sigh. "Aah, nothing like the open rails to lull a little dragon to sleep!"
Fluttershy peered out at the bustling platform, "Oh my, it does look rather full today. I hope everypony finds a spot."
"Plenty of room in here though!" Pinkie chirped, bouncing from seat to seat testing them. "Ooh, this blue velvet one is super bouncy and soft."
As the final whistle sounded and the brakes released with a hiss, Rainbow stretched her legs across two seats. "Ahh yeah, last one here gets the best spot!"
Applejack shook her head with a grin, settling in beside the window. "You young'uns have yer fun. Reckon I'll just watch the scenery roll on by."
As the train carried them swiftly along, the curious friends began speculating on the developments in Thistlewood and their summons.
"It is mighty peculiar for the Field Marshal's troops to take over the town guard all of a sudden," Applejack mused. "Somethin' must've happened to warrant the extra security."
Twilight nodded thoughtfully. "And requesting our immediate return to Ponyville suggests urgency to the matter. I wonder if it's related to our discoveries in the forest?"
Rarity tapped her chin. "One hopes Equestria isn't facing some ominous new threat. Though I must say, the guards' regalia was impeccably designed."
Fluttershy frowned worriedly. "Oh dear, you don't think those strange creatures could be dangerous, do you? I mean, they did seem scared when we saw them..."
Rainbow scoffed. "Pssh, I could take 'em no problem! One Wonderbolt Spin-Dash and bam, lights out weirdos." Pinkie gasped dramatically. "Oooh, or maybe it's an alien invasion! And the creatures are just the beginning, soon little green ponies will-"
"Now hold on y'all, let's not jump to conclusions," Applejack soothed. "I'm sure the Field Marshal will have answers once we arrive. Reckon we just sit back and enjoy the ride for now."
As the green fields and forests rolled by outside, the friends occupied themselves however they could on the train ride to entertain themselves.
Twilight had her trusty book bag, though nothing specifically grabbed her interest at the moment. She contented herself with watching the others and gazing out at the passing scenery.
Rainbow soared around their cabin, practicing aerial tricks in the confined space when not craning her neck out the windows. "Beat that, Cloudsdale record time!" she whooped after each loop or twirl.
Pinkie bounced and giggled, making up impromptu songs and games to entertain herself. She coaxed the occasional laugh from her friend even when met with eye rolls.
Rarity took out her embroidery kit, endeavoring to add bejeweled accents to various outfits in her collection. "A finishing touch never hurts, darlings," she tutted to any questions.
Applejack and Spike pulled out a deck of cards for a round of Gin Rummy to pass the miles. Their competitive spirits kept things lively despite grumbles of "lucky dragons" or "cheatin' farm ponies."
Just as Rainbow dared Pinkie to a hoofstand race down the aisle, the train lurched with a squeal of brakes, throwing everypony off balance.
"Whoa nelly, what in tarnation?" Applejack steadied herself against the seatback.
Twilight peered out the window, brows furrowed. "We must have stopped at one of Field Marshal Sicario's checkpoints." Sure enough, as the conductor's muffled shouts wafted back, sleek white forms slipped aboard, hoof heads sweeping each car meticulously. Their uniforms lacked armor yet held an air of authority.
One such mare approached their compartment with a polite bow. "Apologies for the delay. Field Marshal's orders - we must thoroughly inspect each passenger and hold for suspected spies."
Rarity shot Fluttershy a worried look. "Spies? From where, may I ask?"
"There are rumors of infiltrators from the Islands and Archipelagoes of the Rising Stars Empire," the guard replied grimly. "Our enemy seeks any advantage over Equestria."
As she began scanning their faces and belongings with keen eyes, Applejack assured the others quietly, "Now don't ya'll worry none. We got nothin' ta hide here."
Still, tensions simmered beneath calm exteriors as each friend's papers and person were rigorously examined. Only when the guard dipped her head in a satisfied nod did they breathe easier once more.
"All seems as it should be. Apologies again, citizens, but these precautions help protect our home. You are free to continue on." And with that, the inspectress departed, duty done.
Just as the guard had taken her leave, the friends heard a commotion arise in the next car over. Galloping hooves and raised voices echoed down the aisle, though not in any language familiar to their ears.
Suddenly two of the white-clad guards came into view, struggling to subdue a panicked stallion between them. His coat was damp with sweat or tears as he plead desperately, eyes wild with fear. Taking no notice of the onlookers, the guards hauled him roughly past and out of sight into the next car.
The stallion shouts as he get drags away, "Anata wa watashi wa ubau koto wa deki mase nichi! Teikoku no tame ni!"
All the friends felt a pang of sympathy for the unknown pony, though understood the guards' duty to maintain safety and control. Still, Fluttershy pressed herself to the glass, wings fluttering worriedly. "Oh, I do hope they aren't too harsh with him, whoever he is..."
At that moment Applejack glanced at Twilight. "Reckon there's any way you could translate what that fella was hollerin'?" If anypony could glean meaning from unfamiliar tongues, it was Ponyville's studious Princess. But before she could ponder, the commotion died away, and the inspection continued as before.
Pinkie shivered slightly. "Yikes, I hope none of my past birthdays ever end up like that party..." she joked, though her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. The unsettling events served to heighten their unease regarding just what broader threats now faced Equestria. Their return to answers in Ponyville couldn't come soon enough.
Soon after, another guard poked his head into their compartment with a stern yet courteous nod.
"Apologies for the disturbance, citizens. That stallion was suspected of espionage - no identification, carrying coded Rising Star documents." His eyes swept over them casually.
"All seems well with you and yours, Princess Twilight. Just keeping the realm secure as ordered, nothing to cause alarm." He made to depart.
"Begging your pardon, sir, but..." Fluttershy spoke up softly. "D-do you really think he meant Equestria harm? Perhaps there was just a misunderstanding..."
The guard's face remained impassive. "Our duties lie in prevention, miss, not speculation. The Field Marshal knows what's best."
I gently placed a hoof on Fluttershy's shoulder reassuringly. "Now now, let's have faith the proper authorities will handle this judiciously. In turbulent times,some oversight maintains peace for all."
The guard nodded crisply and left without another word. The train slowly continued its journey. The scene once again rolls. The cart is quiet.
As the conductor's whistle pierced the air once more, signifying their journey's resumption, the friends gathered their thoughts regarding Equestria's current state of affairs.
"Equestria and the Rising Stars have maintained peace these past years through Princess Celestia's diplomacy," Twilight observed thoughtfully. "But any instability could threaten that."
Fluttershy nodded. "Their cultures seem so different too. I just hope any misunderstandings can be resolved kindly."
Ever energetic, Pinkie interjected “Ooh, we should throw a big party and invite everypony! Sharing food and fun is a great way to make friends.” Her optimism lightened their troubled expressions.
“Sounds like a right fine idea to me,” Applejack agreed. “Ain’t no better remedy for tensions than good old-fashioned hospitality.”
Meanwhile Rainbow Dash scoffed loudly. “Puh-lease, you ask me this Field Marshal guy is way too paranoid. Suspending every pony just because? Lame.”
Rarity gave her a delicate nudge. “Now now, darling, try seeing it from his perspective. In turbulent times, protecting the kingdom is a heavy responsibility.”
Still, unease crept back as the train rolled on, and the friends fell into quiet thoughts about what truly awaited them in the future. Pray order and justice still reigned there... The answers would tell.
