Why Not?

Chapters

The First Day
That Escalated quickly
A Cliche Fated Battle That Was Somehow Predicted..cliche much.
Can't Catch A Break
Allies
A Meeting Of Sorts
A Fur Fetched Plan
Two Birds With One Stone
Deal Or No Deal
The First Step
The First Night
Spicing it up
Lady Luck can be a Prick

The First Day

Jordan wiped his brow and paused to take in his surroundings, he was currently in a dense and lush forest. The plant life here was quite diverse and he was only able to recognize a few plants. The same could not be said for the wildlife, he had only seen some birds and bugs, a few bunnies, some deer, a fox, and one snake. He'd been walking for what felt like hours, he took his phone out and looked at the time 'damn, only been two hours'.

He put his phone away and looked at the sky, the sun was slowly making its descent. Jordan needed to find shelter before it got to dark. He adjusted a black backpack on his shoulder and continued walking. The backpack was a gift from Discord, it carried basic survival gear such as flint, a serrated hunting knife, some rope, a canteen with a built-in filter, and oddly a journal with three pens.

He turned his attention back at hand and continued his walk. After 30 minutes of walking he came across a small clearing and decided to make camp before it got to dark. He began to gather some firewood and returned to the clearing. He placed the firewood in the middle of the clearing and made it oven shaped so as to let off more heat. Being a pyro taught you a few cool tricks and techniques.

Jordan than grabbed some nearby rocks and placed these around the soon to be fire so it wouldn't spread. Satisfied that the fire had no way of spreading he began to forage for any edibles, luckily he came across some blueberry bushes. These would be enough to fill him for the time being. After gathering a healthy amount at his camp he looked at the sky, the sun was just disappearing behind some mountains.

Jordan brought out the Flint and his knife and started the fire. After a few tries he had roaring fire. He set two logs on top so the fire would burn slow and last through the night. He leaned against a tree and breathed deeply, this was real, he was no longer in his world, no longer feeling suffocated. He felt free, he felt relaxed, and most of all he felt happy.

He looked at the sky again and took note that the stars here were brighter and clearer. He ate a few berries and washed them down with a drink of water. Just as he began to contemplate about tomorrows goals he heard a twig snap and the sound of padding. He assumed it was a passing animal and reached for his knife. He poked the fire, causing the flames to momentarily flare, illuminating the surrounding area.

To say he was surprised was an understatement, the fire had revealed five wolf like creatures except these wolves were made from bark. Jordan' first thought was to yell some very vulgar words and work from there but something told him to hold that thought. He carefully sat up a little straighter and relaxed his hold on the knife.

If these Wolves wanted to kill him they would've done it by now, 'Maybe they just wanna play with their food'. "Oh shut up conscious."

The Wooden Wolves ears perked up at his voice and tilted their head, "Fuck," Jordan said quietly. One of the Wolves began to move forward directly across from him and sat on its haunches. Now that is was closer to the fire, he could make out more of its appearance. Its eyes were a florescent green and its fangs were sharp looking splinters that looked like they could still tear a throat if need be. Its most interesting trait to Jordan was its body, it was made purely from wood but in a way that fitted the creatures.

The funny yet strange thing was the fact that the Wolf looked as if it were studying him. "Nah, couldn't be," he said waving his hand. The Wolf gave him a curious glance and barked questioningly. Jordan looked at the Wolf and shook his head, "Its nothing, so go away I have some sleep to get to."

The Wolf barked once more and looked at his Blueberries pointedly. "What, you want my berries?" he asked curiously. The Wolf nodded and barked once more. Jordan was about to say go ahead but paused, "You can understand me?" The Wolf nodded once more and Jordan just stared before chuckling. Not even a day here and he met Wolves made from wood that could probably kill him with ease and here they were asking for his damn Blueberries, with manner too.

After his chuckling he said "Go ahead and help yourself, I'll find some more later."

The Wolf looked to his compadres and barked, they trotted forward and they all began to eat the berries. 'This moment right here made it to the top 5 weirdest things that I've done'. The Wolves ate in silence and Jordan pulled out his journal and a pen. He opened it up to the first page and wrote 'Day:1, My time here has already proved to be new and different. I have encountered new plants and new wildlife. The night skies are clearer and more beautiful than I could have thought. I currently appear to be in a forest and it seems to contain most of our basic species, but I have come across something quite peculiar, a Wolf made entirely from wood save for its eyes which appear to be filled with an uncanny green glow. The Wolves seem friendly enough but I would assume like most Wolves at home they are semi-friendly because I have yet to be seen as a threat. Their diet seems to be made up of fruits and judging by their teeth, meat as well. I have met Omnivore Wolves and even now as I write this they continue to eat my Blueberries which I came across. So far my deal with Discord seems to be a fine deal I've made but for how long, I don't know. I do know that Murphy's Law will soon kick in and that I should expect the unexpected but also unexpect the expected. Tomorrow I continue with my journey in search of civilization and or at least evidence of it.

That Escalated quickly

Spiderzilla hissed hungrily and drool leaked, dripping off those fangs of hers. She was hungry and she was pissed. It had been a while since she sunk her fangs into a nice sized victim. This..whatever it was making it harder for her to enjoy her meal.

Jordan was concerned, well actually he was scared shitless. He was fighting something out of Skyrim or Eight-legged Freaks. He gripped his two weapons harder, a torch and a knife. 'I could really use a big can of bug spray right about now'. Breaking the tense silence, Spiderzilla began to scuttle forward causing Jordan to curse.

With a "Fuck You", Jordan threw his torch at Spiderzilla's face watched it smack firmly into her eyes. Three eyes were burned in the process causing her to screech and hiss loudly. Even while screeching she continued to charge forward in a blind fury. Jordan quickly dodged and ran to the side, grabbing another torch.

This was getting him nowhere, Spiderzilla would be a lot more wary of his actions and he was running out of ideas. While Jordan was thinking of a plan, Spiderzilla turned her spinnerette towards him and shot out a thick strand of silk that stuck to his legs. With a victorious screech she yanked with her sharp legs, causing Jordan to fall on his back.

She slowly began to reel in her catch so to speak. 'Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit,' was all Jordan could think. One look at Spiderzilla's gleaming fangs was all it took for Jordan to snap out of it. "Fuck that and fuck you, I am NOT going to be a fucking smoothie for you!"

He used the torch he was still holding and used them to burn her silk off, stopping his deathly approach. He scrambled up and took a few steps back, he quickly looked at his surroundings and noted that there were no exits. It was a Do Or Die situation. He breathed in deeply and exhaled, preparing himself for his next or possibly his last act.

Jordan fixed Spiderzilla with a determined look and began to run forward, clutching his torch and knife tightly. Spiderzilla hissed in delight, her prey was running towards her, towards his demise. In her eagerness she leaped forward. Jordan cracked a small smile, he was hoping for this. He slid forward onto his back, still moving but on his back..

As Spiderzilla began to move over him, confusion written on her face, he raised his knife into the air, stabbing her in the abdomen and thanks to his and her momentum, the knife continued to drag through her abdomen, slicing it open. Her insides spilled out and she dropped like a stone, hissing and screeching in agony. Her legs were kicking wildly and her body was thrashing. Jordan was breathing hard, his plan had actually worked, if it hadn't she would of been on him in an instant.

He looked at her thrashing and angry eyes. "Fuck you too," he said angrily, he stood up and walked towards the still thrashing spider. This prick had tried to kill him, had tried to sink her fangs in hit and inject lethal poison into him. To suck his insides like one would drink a smoothie. He was pissed, he dropped the knife and gripped the torch in both hands and walked towards her dying body.

He swung silently and smashed the head of the torch on to her head and scorched the rest of her eyes. He didn't stop smashing, he smashed her Cephalothorax into a fine pulp. He set her legs on fire and listened to them pop, like popcorn. He looked at was left of her and spat disgustedly, just a pile of spider mess. He dropped the torch on the remains and watched them catch on fire.

He walked back to where his knife and began to walk towards the mantle holding the gem. As he neared it, a strange sensation began to run over his body, as if the air was humming. He reached the gem and stood in front of it, the humming even stronger, 'Lets hope this isn't cursed.' He reached for it and grasped the gem, when he did this a pulse was emitted from the mysterious gem.

Jordan felt a cool feeling wash over him, as if ice cold water had been thrown on him. He blinked, he wasn't in the room anymore, instead he was in dark room that contained a throne. Nothing was seated on this throne, as he looked around for any signs of life, the room flashed once. Seated on the throne was a Horse, but this horse had Wings and a Horn. It was sitting on the throne listening to a Unicorn garbed in a military uniform.

"Sire, they have made it to our gates." stated the pony calmly. The Winged Unicorn nodded grimly, "Quick Jab, I want you to evacuate the castle and take everypony with you." "But sire-."

The King raised a hoof, "Do not worry old friend, I will handle this," a subtle sadness coated his words. Quick jab looked at is King, at his friend, "Very well, King Torva," he bowed and left the room. King Torva got up from his throne and waited. Jordan noticed what looked like a picture of a forest on his side flank. It didn't take long for "Them" to reach the throne room. The doors were blown off their hinges and these corrupted Things stumbled in.

They looked ghoulish and looked as if they were bathed in corruption. Bipeds and Ponies alike made the group up, but the one in the front was the most eye catching. Whatever it was, it literally leaked evil, drops of darkness plopped onto the tile marble floor. "Well what do we have here, the King all alone and nowhere to run," a broken demonic voice taunted. King Torva only shook his head.

"Your Ponies shall fall, your Kingdom shall fall, this land will fall, and you will fall, all fall to the Corrupted."

King Torva looked up at the Corrupted beings and smiled sadly, "The only ones falling Today will be us." He looked up at and closed his eyes. His horn began to glow a forest green and the Corrupted looked confused as his horn glowed brighter and more intense. When he opened his eyes, they hardened on the tall figure and his horn let off a flash that engulfed his castle and all the corrupted that attacked. When the flash subsided, there was nothing left, just a forest.

Jordan was slack jawed, this Winged Unicorn had sacrificed himself and took everything with him. He closed his mouth and blinked, he was back in the dark throne room, 'Why was I shown this?' "Because I need your help."

Jordan looked up at the throne, there sitting calmly on his throne was King Torva. "Did you just say you needed my help?"

"Yes, you are not of this world, and neither is the leader of the Corrupted."

"Okay, why do you need me?"

"It seems only an outsider can truly destroy the Corrupted."

"But didn't you destroy the corrupted already?"

King Torva shook his head sadly, "All I was able to do was banish him for a certain amount of time. He is rising again and I am dead, the only reason we're talking is due to a piece of my soul being tied to the gem you touched. Will you help me outsider?"

Jordan rubbed his chins thoughtfully, 'Help a King save this world and do something epic and possibly die or say hell no and die anyways..damn it.'
He sighed and said "I'll help you, but I can't see how I could be of any use, I have no powers like you."

King Torva smiled, "Remember how I said a piece of my soul was in the gem?" Jordan nodded, "Yeah, so?"

"Well I can fuse that piece with your soul, giving you some of my powers," he stated simply. Jordan blinked, this was way to easy, there had to be a catch. "Whats the catch?"

King Torva smile, "Good, your a smart one, the catch is its going to be really painful when the fusion happens and your appearance might change. Also I ask that you gather my followers, they will be needed for your battle."

Jordan nodded, he felt like he was in a video game, but he was okay with that. "Lets just start the fusion," he said casually, but was bracing himself.

King Torva nodded and his horn began to glow the same forest green from before. A searing pain invaded Jordan's chest, like something was melding to his very soul, oh right the fusion. It wasn't so bad, it just really burned, like someone was welding his damn soul. When the pain stopped, Jordan noticed that he had his clenched shut his fist were balled, 'That bad huh?'

He was back in the room where he fought Spiderzilla, he could still smell the burned remains. He didn't fill different, just a bit more lighter, like he could run a few miles and more. He looked down at the gem, it wasn't surrounded with that strange feeling but he still pocketed it, 'Mine.'

He looked around and noticed something on one of the walls, a strange marking. He felt something in his hand and saw the knife, it was still covered in blood and other "stuff". He grumbled and wiped it on the mantle and sheathed it. He walked over to the wall and looked at the symbol. It looked like a tree with numerous roots, he scratched his head. He pressed his palm to it and blinked in surprise, the symbol glowed a bright white and clicking could be heard.

The wall began to slowly slide open, slightly shaking the room. A small narrow hallway was revealed, lined with torches that lighted the way. He followed the torches and began to think. Did Discord have a hand in this, did he know this was going to happen? It was a possibility and Jordan would ask Discord himself the next chance he got. As he muled over his thoughts he noticed light at the end of the hallway.

When he reached it, he smiled, he was back at the entrance were he started. Waiting patiently for his return were the wooden wolves, they were laying in a circle. As he neared them, their ears perked up and they trotted towards him. They stopped in front of him and tilted their head, "Yeah, its me guys."
His physical appearance must have changed a bit but he'd check them out later. He looked up at the sky and noticed the sun beginning to head down.

He looked around and decided to make camp around the pyramid. He gathered some firewood and got a fire going. The Wolves took off somewhere, he assumed they were hunting. After about half an hour later, the Wolves returned. What surprised him was the fact they brought back a deer with them.

"Why did you guys bring that back to me?", the Wolves only continued to look at him. "Is it for me?", he asked. The Wolves nodded and Jordan smiled, "Did you already eat?", the Wolves nodded once more. He walked over to the deer's carcass and looked at it. Its throat was ripped and it was a nice sized stag. Jordan pulled out his knife and began the dirty work, skinning and cleaning it. After all that was said and done, he set the meat over the fire and gave the organs to the Wolves who had been watching curiously.

As the meat began to cook and the Wolves happily ate the organs, Jordan washed his hands with the water from the canteen and pulled out his journal.
Day 2: My second day and I have found a Pyramid that was filled with traps and puzzles and one giant fucking spider who I have dubbed Spiderzilla. She has met her demise when she failed to kill and drink my insides like a slurpie. May she burn in hell like she did here. Did I mention the Wolves are now traveling with me as well? If you think that's strange, I found a Ebony gem that showed me a scene from the past of this world. There was a war and neither side one, more of a temporary break was put into play. The King, who I belive who rules or at least helps guide nature has asked me to fight in his steed. The strangest thing was he was not a human, but a Winged Unicorn and he needed his help. It seems only an outsider can kill the leader of the Corrupted. The corrupted kind of look like heartless from Kingdom Hearts but look and seem a lot more malicious. It seems I have powers now, since I have a piece of that kings soul fused with my own, does that make me royalty now? If i happen to meet Discord again, there are a few questions I would like to ask. For now I am enjoying this world, even if I may die in it. That's all for now, my cooked deer is beginning to burn, till next time.

Jordan closed the Journal and put the pencil back in it, saving his spot. He reached for the meat and cut off a piece with his knife. He put the strip in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully, it could have used some spices but he didn't have any. The Wolves began to settle around him when a slight breeze blew by. He sighed, this place was odd and it seemed that Ponies or Horses or whatever they were, were the dominant species. Tomorrow, he hoped would at least find some more signs of civilization.

Author's Note

Well, that did indeed escalate quickly. Took me a while to come up for a name of an Alicorn that ruled over the Wold. Torva is l
Latin for Wild by the way. It was that or Rooted Earth. Tell me what you think so far and don't be shy.

A Cliche Fated Battle That Was Somehow Predicted..cliche much.

Jordan felt something hard and rough rub against his face. He mumbled in his sleep and began swatting at whatever was touching him . His hands met the bark covered face of the alpha. He sighed and looked around him, it was barely morning and there was some fog. The pyramid plus the fog made the area seem a little creepy in Jordan's opinion. He got up and brushed the dirt and twigs off him. He began to stretch and look around. It seemed like as soon as his ordeal with King Torva, the pyramid lost its pull.

He pushed that thought away and smacked his lips. He grabbed his canteen and took a swig, he sloshed the water around in his mouth and spat it out. He shook the canteen and noted that he'd really needed to find a water supply. He ran a hand through his mangled hair, his bed hair must have been really bad. He never had that problem when he had his mohawk and arguably he looked better with one, till his grandma saw it. One look and instantly, "You look like a delinquent!", she practically screamed.

He smiled at the thought of his grandma, she was probably coddling his little sister while his grandpa would just smile warmly. Home, it'd be a while till he could go back home, well if he could go back. He shook his head, now wasn't the time to think about that, right now he had work to do. First off he needed to find some more water, second he needed to find some evidence of civilization or a town. Actually he would have to be wary around the towns, but he didn't want to fight some damn unknown evil by himself..well he kinda did but he didn't feel like dying just yet.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, how would he fight, hell he didn't even know what his powers were. As he mulled over his thoughts, the alpha of the pack nudged his knee. "Hmm, what is it.., I don't even know your name, I don't even know what to call you."

"It matters not what you call us, we follow you Tall One.''

Jordan looked around wildly and slowly looked down at the Wolves. He looked at the Alpha and asked "Did you just talk right now?''

The Alpha looked at Jordan and barked, "We've been talking, you just didn't understand us Tall One."

Jordan just stared at the Alpha and simply said, "King Torva, I know you should be able to hear me cause our souls are linked now. Why the hell can I understand the Wolves?"

Jordan could feel a presence inside him flicker, like a light switch, "Well as you could probably tell, I rule, well Ruled over the Wild. I could naturally speak to the Animals of the forest and of the Wild. I couldn't control them, but I did have a sway with them. Now that power is yours, as well as a few others," he said calmly like he was expecting this.

Jordan just ran a hand across his face, "Okay, care to tell me what these other powers are?"

"Not only do you possess the Speech, but you also can manipulate plant life as well as a few basic unicorn level spells such as levitation, teleportation, and arcane bolts. You also can heal by using the nature around you.

Jordan sighed, "I feel like that guy from Avatar who could bend the vines," he muttered quietly. "Okay, I can work with that. So what exactly am supposed to do?"

Torva sighed, "Honestly, I can only tell you to watch for signs of His awakening and when he does awaken, fight. Just fight and win, because if you lose, we all lose."

Jordan just sighed, "Jeez no pressure huh? Well you don't have to worry about that, I'll fight even if it wasn't intended for me..maybe."

Jordan felt as though Torva nodded approvingly, "I thank you, Jordan."

"Yeah, it's nothing. Gather an army and kill an enemy that a divine being couldn't beat, piece of cake."

"That's the spirit," Torva said lightly before his presence faded for the moment.

Jordan nodded as he felt Torva's presence fade, he looked at the Wolves who had been watching silently. "I still need to know what to call you."

The Alpha spoke up, "You may call me Silent Fang or Sil."

The second largest Wolf in the pack stepped up, he assumed this was the Beta had a scar running from his muzzle to his eye. "I am Scar," he said quietly but calmly. The rest, which he assumed were just gamas, introduced themselves. The smallest in the pack was named Runner, simple but spoke for it self when they hunted. Razor, the one with the sharpest looking claws out of the whole bunch was really playful. Than there was Fal, the one with a piece of his ear missing.

"Okay, now I know your names, mine is Jordan, not tall one," he said slowly. The Wolves nodded in understanding, "One question, why did you choose to follow me?"

"You show promise as a leader, you make it feel like its worth following you."

Jordan hummed in thought, yeah sure he could be a leader, but sometimes found it to be a tad bit annoying. He just nodded, "Thanks for the answer, Sil. By any chance do you know any close water sources?"

Sil was silent in thought for a moment before nodding, not to far from here, a few hours walk and just another from a town."

Jordan was relieved that he wouldn't have to worry about water but the info about a town just a few hours from here was slightly welcome as well as worrisome. How would its inhabitants react to a 6ft tall biped with canines and a Wooden Wolf pack. That reminded him, "What exactly are you called?", he asked Sil. "We are a type of Wolf known as Timber Wolves, It takes a lot to kill us."

"Good to know my woody friend, okay that was cheesy." Sil and the rest nodded at his wording. "Lets get to that Water guys."

The Wolves nodded and Jordan picked up his pack and made sure the fire was completely out. Satisfied that he wasn't going to be an arsonist, he nodded to the Wolves and they led Jordan to the water. On the way, they encountered another cat sized spider and Jordan was so close to killing the spider, but was barely able to restrain himself.

They finally made it to the water, it was a small river. A few beavers could be seen and some ducks. Jordan didn't care, he quickly filled his canteen and drank the water, the cool refreshing water. The forest had become a tad bit hotter due to the making its climb into the sky. The Wolves made their way to the water and lapped a hearty amount. Making sure that his canteen was full to its maximum capacity, he took a look around his surroundings. It wasn't just a river, there was plenty of wildlife flocking about, some rabbits there, and a few birds here.

It was serene almost, like those moments in books and movies where nothing could go wrong. A scream shattered the silence, well Screams. 'I had to jinx it huh?'

Jordan immediately began to run towards the direction of the screams, the Pack following him loyally. He pushed his way through some bushes and saw a sight that had him baffled for a second. Roaring and harassing a tree was a Lion, a lion the size of a minivan and had a scorpions tail with a mean looking stinger. It also had demonic looking bat wings, oh and it looked like it lifted and took steroids.

It roared viciously at the tree once more and this time it swiped at the tree with claws sharper than a scalpel. High pitched screams were emitted from the tree, confirming his suspicions. Whatever that thing was, it had children cornered. That wouldn't due at all, not one bit. Jordan had a real big soft spot for kids.

He threw his pack down and looked at the Wolves, they were snarling, waiting for the okay. He took a deep breath and reached deep within, "Feel the nature around you, feel the Wild. Now harness it and control it, visualize what you want to happen. Your mind is your is the guide, you, the trigger."

Right now he wanted the beast's attention, so he made a vine sprout from the earth and smack the bastards ass so hard a red searing mark was made. The creature howled in pain and anger. It spun, tree forgotten and a new target in mind, Jordan.

"I know you can understand me you overgrown pussy cat, either leave the kids or die," Jordan said calmly.

The Beast roared, "I am hungry and none shall command me!!"

"Leave now, that's my last warning."

Instead of answering the beast charged, on instinct, Jordan threw up his arms and a pillar of earth came up, stopping the beast in its tracks. The pillar slowly began to sink back into the earth and Jordan was already puffing. "Don't strain yourself, you've only just gotten these gifts," chastised Torva.

"Yea yea I got it, don't overdo it," as he began to analyze the situation he noticed the Wolves slowly encircling the beast. Runner and Razor who happened to be behind it's legs went in for it's veins that ran up the leg. There was a spurt of blood and a howl of pain and anger, lots of anger. The bastard's tail began to strike randomly at the Wolves to keep them at bay. It turned its angry eyes towards him and roared to the world. It did what any desperate injured animal does, it charged him in a last ditched effort.

With a curse and a wince, Jordan threw his arm up and this time a dozen smaller and thinner sharp pillars of rock came out of the ground, impaling the creature. It roared miserly and began to twitch, slowly dying. After a few minutes of twitching, it stopped. The pillars slowly lowered back into the ground, leaving its carcass. Not wanting the children to see such a sight, he called the Wolves over, "Think you can drag that thing out of here?"

Sil nodded once and the Pack began to drag the body away with their teeth. When they were out of sight, he collapsed on his ass and slowly layed down. He was tired and sore as hell, he definitely needed more practice. As he rested he heard the sound of bickering, definitely children. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but he figured that they were arguing if it was safe to come down.

"Its alright kids, your safe now," he called loudly. The bickering stopped, and ever so slowly the children made their way down. Well in a sense they were children, but Jordan was still surprised to see three little kid horses, er foals? The foals looked around timidly, one foal was a white unicorn with a pink and purple mane and tail , the other was a pegasus with a pink and purple mane and tail with a orangish coat. The last foal was a regular horse, er pony with a red main and hair with a brilliant olive mixed with a gray coat.

They looked like they came out of a kids cartoon, but they were adorable. They noticed him and the one with the orangish coat took the lead. They were just about a foot away from him, "W-What are you?"

"I'm just someone looking for a bit of adventure, and you three?", he casually asked.

The three foals were speechless, this creature in front of them had actually talked, than they remembered his question, "WE'RE THE CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS!!"

Jordan was not expecting three excited amplified voices to be blasted at him. Honestly, he preferred going another round against the weird Lion creature. After the kids finished their little introduction, they began properly introducing themselves. The Unicorn was Sweetie Belle, the Pegasus was Scootaloo, the Earth Pony was Apple Bloom. Again, adorable little kids, he had a soft spot for them.

"My name is Jordan, I'm a Human."

"That's a weird name and whats a Homan?" asked Scootaloo.

"Scoots, that's rude and its pronounced Human."

"Dictionary," mumbled Scootaloo embarrassingly.

Jordan laughed and sat up, these ponies were really small,"Don't worry to much about it."

Just after he finished his sentence, Sil and the Pack returned. Almost immediately the three foals squeaked and hid behind him like a shield. Jordan just chuckled some more, he patted each of the foals reassuringly, "Did you get rid of it?"

Sil nodded and looked curiously at the kids, "Friends of yours?"

Jordan nodded and looked down and the scared little girls. They weren't cowering as much, that was good. "Can you girls tell me where your home is?" 'That sounded a lot weirder than I thought it would.'

"We live in Ponyville,'' said Sweetie Belle as she eyes the Wolves cautiously.

Jordan saw this and waved dismissively, "Don't worry about them, they're friends of mine."

He turned to Sil and asked, "Think you could give these kids a ride on your back?" Sil looked at Jordan than at the foals and nodded. This was going to be fun. He looked at the foal who were no longer scared but looking curiously at the Timber Wolves. "Girls, I'm going to take you home, okay?"

The girls nodded, "But our home is a bit far mister Jordan," piped up Apple Bloom.

"Good thing we have some transportation huh?"

Before the girls could ask what he was talking about, he picked each one up and set them on Razor, Fal, and Sil. The girls were about to protest but Jordan silenced them with a finger, "Girls I know that this is weird and all, but the sun will set soon and this isn't a place for kids at night."

They nodded silently, "Good, Runner lead the way."

Just before they made their trek, Jordan ran to his pack and slung it over his shoulders. He nodded to Runner and the Pack began to move. They traveled in relative silence, that was till Apple Bloom spoke up. "Mister Jordan, ah can't help but notice that ya talk to the Timber Wolves like they can understand ya, can they?"

He looked at her smiled, "Well your a smart one, yes I can talk to them and they can talk to me, but I can also talk to plenty of other types of animals."

The kids looked at me in wonder as we neared the town, by the time we reached the outskirts it was barely sunset, just in time. He could see a group of older looking Ponies ahead, two Unicorns, two Pegasuses, and two Earth Ponies. He stopped and so did the Wolves, "This is as far as I go girls."

The girls hopped off their rides and looked at me, "Why is that mister Jordan?" asked Sweetie Belle. "Sorry Sweetie but now isn't the time for me walk into town."

She nodded in understanding, they looked looked at Jordan and trotted off towards the waiting group that looked like they were going to enter the Forest. He watched them leave and smiled as two of the Ponies, um Mares began to scold Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom while one mare with a colorful mane lightly scolded Scootaloo. Just before the the Ponies left, the three turned around and waved at Jordan. He face palmed, but smiled and waved back at the girls.

"Sweetie, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo, what are you waving at?" asked Twilight. "Our friend Jordan, he helped us get back home and saved us from a Manticore," answered Sweetie Belle.

Twilight raised an eyebrow and looked to where they were waving. Her eyes scanned the darkness and than her eyes widened. Since there was still some sunlight she could vaguely see a tall outline that looked bipedal and 5 pairs of glowing eyes at its hip level. Her jaw dropped almost to the ground when she saw the darkness swirl around its head almost as if it were waving..

"Um Sweetie, what exactly is Jordan?" Twilight asked.

"He's a Homan!" exclaimed Scootaloo.

"No its Human," corrected Sweetie Belle while Scootaloo mumble something about dictionaries.

Twilight watched the silhouette slowly fade back and than it was gone. It seems she had plans tomorrow and a letter to send to Princess Celestia tonight. She said her farewells to her friends and dashed home as the rest of the girls went to their respective home.

"Spike! Spike where are you!" called Twilight.

Spike poked his head out of the kitchen, a gem in his mouth, "What is it Twilight?"

"I need you to take a letter for Princess Celestia."

Spike grabbed a quill, some ink, and some parchment,"Ready when you are Twi."

"Dear Princess Celestia, today Applejack's and Rarity's sisters had gone missing along with Rainbow Dash's number one fan Scootaloo. But before we could go look for them, it seems a creature had not only protected them from a Manticore, but also safely brought them home. They said it was a Human, I have no knowledge or any books on the subject or species. I plan on going into the Everfree to find this 'Human' to determine if it is a threat to Peace and Harmony. Your ever faithful student, Twilight Sparkle."

Spike rolled up the parchment and gently blew his fire onto it, magically sending it to Celestia who would probably read it tomorrow. Tomorrow held a lot of opportuneness to learn about a new species. Twilight was giddy with excitement for tomorrow.

Author's Note

I wasn't to sure on the CMC's coat and mane color. the site had different names. No journal entry tonight and tomorrow will the shit hit the fan? Maybe~

Can't Catch A Break

Jordan woke up with no problem, no annoying sun in his eye nor any bark noses in his face. Yet he could not shake this feeling that he was in for a hard day. 'Whatever, its probably nothing,' he stood up and did a now regular routine. Stretching his body and rinsing his mouth with water. He poured some on his head and ran it through his hair. He also poured some into his hands and vigorously rubbed his face.

Satisfied with his mostly clean face he gave a glance around his surroundings. He was currently camped in a small clearing just past the Pyramid. He scratched at his chin, feeling some stubble growing, 'What I'd do for a good razor.' He sighed and ate a small handful of berries that he came across while looking for firewood. He chewed thoughtfully and kicked some dirt onto the remains of the fire.

'Lets see what Lady Luck has up her sleeve to screw me over today.' Jordan grabbed his pack and motioned for the Wolves to follow him. "Sil, do you know of any suspicious activities happening in this forest?"

Sil was silent in thought and than nodded, "Lately there have been violent killings and a reek of evil near the Mountains. Not many of the creatures living here have dared to go near there."

Jordan rubbed his chin, 'Gruesome murders, Evil presence, and the feeling of a bad day starting, check, check, and check,' he thought grimly. "Take me there."

Sil and the others looked at each other worriedly but nodded. "Very well, follow us, its only a few hours walk."

Jordan nodded and followed the Wolves, hoping that his day wouldn't be completely ruined. They made their way towards the forboding mountains
In silence. After about two hours they arrived at the foot of the mountain. The air felt evil, hell the place seemed evil. 'Yeah this is going to be soooo much fun,' he thought. He didn't know weather if it was the newfound powers or just that the reek of Evil was that strong. It felt like he was on his way towards a boss battle, he hoped not.

On their way up he noticed two other Timber Wolves up ahead. It looked like they were debating if they should go up or go back. When Jordan got near them, they took notice of his presence and began snarling. Sil and the others immediately stepped forward, "Peace, comrades. The Tall One means no harm."

The smaller of the two spoke up, "How can you tell, I have never seen such a thing in this forest before!" he said.

"I swear by Lupus's Fang that he is of no harm to you or us. In fact he is here to help us."

"Ha, help us!? This naked thing looks weaker than those Ponies. How could this Thing be of any help to us?"

"He killed a Stinger.''

The Smaller Wolf was silent. The slightly larger one spoke up, "Can he be trusted?"

"You see us following him, yes?"

The Wolves were silent and then nodded to each other. "One more thing, whats the leader of one of the Great Five Packs doing traveling with a small hunting party and a Thing?"

Sil was silent, "Taking a small vacation."

The larger Wolf was silent and then nodded. The two then began to walk back towards the forest, casting one last glance at Jordan and the others before trotting off.

"So, one of the leaders of The Five Great Packs huh? That's some important stuff dude, why didn't you tell me?"

Sil looked at Jordan and simply said, "You never asked," causing the others to snicker.

Jordan smiled and chuckled, "Yeah, your right about that. Well that's some important info to know, ya know? Think you might be able to convince the others to help me?"

"If you want the other Packs to help, your going to have to convince them that your worth following. Show them that your worthy of their help and maybe they might be willing to lend some warriors. You already proved to us that your worthy of our Packs help."

Jordan nodded in thanks and they continued to walk towards the upcoming boss battle that was surely to happen. He looked around and noticed dried blood stains and some not so dried blood stains. He looked up, it was at least another hour before they would reach the summit, so he began to experiment with his new powers.

He first concentrated on a rock the size of his fist and lifted it. There was no aura whatsoever, but that was because he was using of Torva's abilities. Now that he had the rock floating, he aimed it at a boulder and imagined that he was firing a gun, even making the hand and trigger. With a ''Bang'', the rock went whistling towards the boulder and was smashed to dust. The boulder was left with a very large crack in the center, almost a foot long.

'Damn, I almost feel like a damn Earth bender right now. At least I don't have to do the movements, that would be so awkward. So I can obviously control Earth and Plants.'

"Yes, but imagine the possibilities if you could master these powers," said a familiar voice.

'Torva?'

"Yes, Jordan. It seems like you could use a little advice."

'What are these ''Possibilities?'

"Lets say if you mastered your powers over the Earth, you could literally shake mountains. If you mastered Nature, you could make a Forest rise from the ground. You could even give sentient life to the Plants."

'So I could basically do what you did when you first banished The Corrupted?'

"Yes, but you'd need to train for a while. This all in the end is up to you, weather you become the Hero you need to be and live or be a Hero and die."

"Thanks, no pressure right?"

"I know what you mean but right now just focus on what you can do and hone those skills. You'll need them later on."

Torva went silent and Jordan noticed they just about reached the summit. The Wolves stopped and immediately began snarling. 'Shit~ I'm already at the Boss Battle and I don't feel like risking the Wolves.'

Jordan sighed, this was going to be epic, yes. This was also going to be very stupid and was stupid already said? 'Well at least I get to try my new powers out.'

He looked at the snarling Wolves, "You guys stay here, I got this one."
Sil looked at Jordan, "Are you sure?"

Jordan looked at the sky, it was cloudless, a nice day. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Just wait here, it won't take long. Its not like I'm fighting Sephiroth or anything."

Sil just tilted his head, "Its nothing Sil, don't worry about it." Sil just nodded and the rest of the Pack sat on their haunches and waited patiently.

Jordan looked ahead, the summit was just about 100 ft away. He sighed once more and began to make his way towards the summit. When he reached it, he looked around. It was pretty flat and a few boulders were scattered about. The thing that caught his eye though was all the blood stains and bones. Lots and lots of bones. Some even had meat on them, others looked like they were picked clean.

While Jordan was inspecting the remains and blood stains, he failed to notice the large shadow that quickly ran over him. He could feel something wrong, something evil, something corrupted. Just as he finished his inspection of the carcasses, if you could call them that, a crashing sound was emitted behind him. He slowly turned around and looked at the sky, silently shaking his fist.

In front of him stood a very large avian shaped..thing. It easily towered above him , at least two stories tall. Its wing span was at least 13 ft and it's beak. Holy shit, its beak was filled with black serrated teeth. He could see fresh blood stained on them and bits of meat and flesh stuck between them as well. It's body was covered in dark ebony feathers that looked like Corruption given a color and being. It's eyes, like red flames staring into your soul. Not to mention it's long wicked talons and ripped tail.

'Why me? I just can't catch a break can I?' Jordan thought bitterly as the Avian creature screeched and wailed at the same time, causing the mountain to slightly tremble. 'I'm fucking fighting a corrupted Lugia, awesome,' Jordan thought sarcastically. During his train of thought, Corrupted Lugia screeched once more but this screech was silently different. On instinct, Jordan sent up a wall of Rock to shield himself. Almost right after, four large and very deep cuts were formed on his wall.

"Oh come on, you can use sound attacks?! That's fucking bullshit!"

Another screech and the wall was obliterated. Jordan was running out of options. In a act of desperation he sent a pillar of spikes shooting upwards at Corrupted Lugia. Corrupted Lugia just simply flew into the air, screeching once more at him. Jordan dove out of the way but his leg was grazed and a very deep gash was formed, ripping through his jeans. He could feel the blood already leaking and soaking his leg and jeans.

"I really liked these jeans you asshole!"

While Jordan was on the ground and wounded, Corrupted Lugia saw this as an opportunity and screeched once more at him. He saw this and again raised a Wall of solid rock to protect him momentarily. The bastard decided to swoop in close and wail almost tauntingly at him. Just as it neared his shield, Jordan concentrated and made it burst, peppering it's wings with rock shrapnel.

Corrupted Lugia wailed angrily and crashed downwards back onto the summit. It tried to flap its wings but wailed in pain as the shrapnel dug deeper into the sensitive nerves and flesh. "Take that you stupid ass Turkey!"

Jordan had grounded the bastard but he was losing blood, fast. A few more minutes and Jordan would be dead. 'Would of been real helpful if Torva had shown me a few healing spells.' Jordan decided to wing it and closed his eyes. He concentrated on his wound and pulled on the surrounding Nature's energy. He felt a cooling sensation on his leg and felt it go numb.

He quickly looked at his leg and saw that the gash had closed but a scar was visible. With that taken care of he turned his attention to Corrupted Lugia. The bastard was wailing in pain and anger as the rocks kept digging deeper into it through every movement. This had to end before he passed out from blood loss and became bird food.

He made a small prison made of Earth around the bastard. Jordan then scanned the area for any advantage he could use. He spotted a few rocks the size of his head and smiled, 'Wonderful.'

With a mighty screech, Corrupted Lugia's prison was destroyed and left as dust. When it turned towards Jordan it saw him smiling and a large rock hovering near him. He was making a strange sign with both of his hands clasped together. He then said one thing, loudly and calmly. "Bang."

The large rock flew at a tremendous speed towards the damn turkey and struck him in the throat with a sickening crunch. It tried to squawk but due to it's windpipe being severely damaged, it came out warbled with a dribble of blood. With its main attack sealed and most of its movement binded, Jordan had a fighting chance. Not much due to those talons, but still a chance. It looked at him with its red eyes with so much fury and hate.

With a warbled cry, it dashed forward at a surprisingly fast pace. All Jordan could do was raise his arms as a shield to protect him as razor sharp talons raked over his forearms, sending him flying.

This was really bad, new wounds met more blood loss. More blood loss meant being closer to death. He looked up at the turkey bastard and saw it preparing one more charge. 'Shit, one more and I'm done for.'

With a victorious cry, Corrupted Lugia charged forward one last time. Time seemed to slow down for Jordan as the turkey slowly made its way towards him. With what remaining energy he had, he raised his bloody arm upwards just as the bastard neared him.

A cry of pain and misery could be heard through the forest and echoed around the mountains. Corrupted Lugia looked down, a pillar of Earth was jutting out of the ground diagonally. The end of it was buried in it's chest and the point just sticking out of its back.

It was done, the damn turkey was dead and Jordan was close to following it. But just before he could do anything else, the turkey did something unexpected. It spoke in a deep guttural voice, ''You are too late, my master is already rising. This world will fall and your souls will be devoured.'' It spoke it's message and finally it's head slumped, signaling it's death. "Bout fucking time," Jordan muttered irritably.

The bastard's body than slowly began to corrode into dust. Jordan let the pillar recede back into the Earth and made his way back towards the Wolves. When he reached them, they bounded over to him quickly. "We need to stop the bleeding at once," said Sil with urgency.

Jordan nodded, "Yeah I know, I'll see what I can do.'' He closed his eyes and concentrated on gathering as much energy as possible. Satisfied with the amount and thankful that there were some plants and bushes nearby, he was able to heal his wounds. He sat down on a rock and breathed deeply. The battle had been bitter and long. He took his phone out, they had reached the summit around 12:00, it was 1:34. The fight was that long, it felt a little shorter but that was probably the adrenaline.

He put his phone back in his pocket and thanked whoever the hell was out there that his phone was built like a Nokia. He slowly inhaled and exhaled, trying to regain some energy. He brought his canteen out from his pack which now had a few cuts but otherwise fine. He took a long swig and sighed in relief as the water ran down his parched throat. "He looked at Sil and the others, "Go ahead and hunt you guys."

Sil was silent for a moment, ''Are you sure you'll be alright by yourself?"

Jordan waved his Sil's and the other's worries away, "I'll be fine, but if you could, please bring some berries back."

The all nodded and took off down the mountain in search of prey. Jordan once again puled out his phone and put on some music, just some simple classical music to calm him down. He didn't plug in his earphones and let the soothing music fill the surrounding area with soft piano keys. It wasn't long before Sil and the others returned. Razor came forward and carefully set down a branch riddled with blueberries.

"Thanks Razor, after I rest up a little we'll leave the mountains look for some allies."

They all nodded and Sil spoke up, "I suggest starting with the Cockatrice, they're pretty powerful and dependable

Jordan nodded, ''Sounds like a plan, we'll rest for about half an hour and head out."

He sighed and looked at the blue sky. He was really going to lead a war, hell he almost died..again. This new life was definitely something else. He wondered if given the chance, would he return home, 'Na, I'm having to much fun and the Party's just started.'

Author's Note

Just a little something to pass the time. Let me know if I happen to Mary Sue/Gary Stu him. Feel free to share any insights as well. Lugia and any other Pokemon related stuff do NOT belong to me in anyway. Next chapter, will be less bloody...maybe.

Allies

Jordan was currently deep in thought as he played Corrupted Lugia's message again, "You Are Too Late, My master Is Rising. This World Will Fall And Your Souls Will Be Devoured."

He shook his head, 'Ha my soul being devoured? Yeah right, not today and not the next day or any other damn day.'

He looked at his resting comrades and smiled. They were a strange bunch but trustworthy and loyal. He liked their attitudes and their personalities. Almost like a family, dysfunctional but a family still. He sighed and stood up, wincing at the few aches left from his battle. He was mostly healed and only a little woozy from blood loss.

He looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds approaching. They'd reach the forest by night. "Come on guys, we got work to do," he called to the resting Wolves. They nodded and began to lead the way down the mountain. They traveled quickly through the dense forest, surprising a few birds and some rabbits.

They traveled in silence, a comfortable silence. Jordan looked around and noticed they weren't that far from the Pony town. "Hey Sil, are the Cockatrice near the Ponies or something?"

Sil nodded, "Somewhat, they live just about an hour away from them. They're pretty calm, unless you invade their nest."

"How do you know if your near or in their nest?"

The Pack stopped and Sil raised a paw and pointed. Jordan looked to where he was pointing and whistled. In front of them stood one of the weird Lion things, but petrified. "What exactly can these Cockatrice do?''

Sil smiled grimly, "They can turn their enemies into Statues if they look you in the eye. The only way you can be released is if the Cockatrice that turned you releases you."

"What exactly do they look like?"

The Pack began to bark in laughter, "Jordan, you've already met one."

"Your kidding me," he said disbelievingly.

"That wounded Dragon Chicken was a Cockatrice, it either trusted you or didn't want to take on a pack of Timber Wolves by itself."

Jordan rubbed his chin, these Cockatrices would definitely be a major help in this upcoming War. That is, if he could persuade them to help. He looked at the Statue again, this kind of power was a nice plus. It was worth it, he hoped,

"Alright lets keep going, try not to look them in the eye. Can't have one of you becoming a Statue on me."

The Pack nodded and they proceeded further into Cockatrice territory. It wasn't long before the sound of movement could be heard all around them and a faint hiss. They stopped and looked at the ground, "I bare no hostility towards you. We just want to talk to your leader."

There was silence and then, "Why should we listen to you, who would invade our territory, our nest?"

"I just want to talk to your leader, that's all."

"Why should we trust a creature we have never seen before and travels with Timber Wolves.?"

"Well as to why you should trust me, take a chance and you won't be disappointed. I travel with these Timber Wolves because I trust them."

Jordan and the Wolves were met with silence and then, "Very well Strange One, we will 'Take a Chance', but if you do disappoint you'll be a new additions to our collection."

One by one the Cockatrice began to reveal themselves, eight in total. The tallest one spoke, "Follow us and we will take you to our Leader but be warned, any signs of hostility will be met with swift action."

Jordan nodded and the Cockatrice began to lead him and the Wolves. They traveled in silence and were met with curious looks from nest that housed at least two Cockatrice and either a small chick or egg. A few chicks ran in front of Jordan and looked at him, curiosity filling their red eyes. Jordan smiled at them and they smiled back at him, well tried to. They chirped and ran back to the clusters of nest being guarded by their parents. They were miniature replicas of their parents. It seemed that they didn't have that power yet.

They walked for a few more minutes and the Cockatrice they were following stopped. In front of them there was a cave entrance that stood about 17ft tall and 10ft wide. A Cockatrice stepped out and said. "He waits for you."

Jordan sighed, 'Moment of truth huh?' He walked forward and entered the dark cave. Sil and the others began to follow after him but were stopped, "He needs to do this on his own." Sil nodded, "I understand."

The cave was surprisingly well lit when Jordan proceeded further in. He looked at the ceiling and saw some type of fungi that was glowing a neon blue, needless to say it was pretty cool. He carried on and stopped, hearing a breathing sound. He looked around and noticed a peculiar nest. It was built up as a throne, but that wasn't the weird part. It was fairly large, just about 4ft wide. What was sitting in it was even more peculiar was what or who was sitting in it.

A Cockatrice was patiently sitting in the nest. Oh and it was very large Cockatrice, and very long. It looked like any of the other Cockatrice but its length was easily 20ft and its scaly part being thick as a tree trunk. Its upper half, was yes that of a chicken but there was nothing to laugh about. This Cockatrice gave off a feel of grace and power. This was as close as you got to a Dragon, the scales instead of being green, were a ruby red.

It raised its head fluidly and gracefully, "Your definitely a strange looking one."

Jordan for a moment forgot manners, "Your not the first one to say that and you probably won't be the last to say that," he said casually.

"Strange and has spirit, what is your name?"

"Jordan, and what may be yours?"

"You don't need to be formal, I'm to old for that. As for my name, I am Rizenclaw. I have lived for 300 years now, So tell me why you have come."

"Honestly, I'm looking for allies."

"Why would you have a need for allies? Are you being chased or is there something else?"

"To put it simply, there is going to be a war and I have been chosen as piece to participate in it. I need allies, I'm not stupid. I can't fight this war on my own. If I do nothing We all fall. I can't let that happen, I just got here."

"Stupid no, Wise maybe. Your smart enough to know you can't fight this fight on your own. And I have no reason to not believe you but I have yet to see a reason to follow you. I like you Jordan, your young. You remind me of my son, but you need to prove to my people that your worthy of our help."

'Ah the 'Scratch My Back, I Scratch Yours'. I completely understand, I'm more than willing to prove myself. I already have one of the Great Packs of the Timber Wolves on my side. I've already fought one of the enemy's pawn. I barely survived, if proving my worth to you is what needs to be done so be it."

Rizenclaw stared at Jordan intently but slowly stood up. "In all my years I have met very few that left in impression on me. I get this feeling that you'll be doing that a lot later in the future." He crawled and slithered out of his sizable nest. "Come we have to prove your worth to the rest of the Nest."

Rizenclaw led the way while Jordan followed. Rizenclaw moved with grace even with his old age. His movement was a slithering and walking with his claws but that didn't make him slow one bit. The traveled in silence and began to near the entrance.

"Oh before I forget, what kind of plants are those?" Jordan asked pointing towards the glowing life on the ceiling.

Rizenclaw paused and looked up at the ceiling, "Those are..well we never really chose a name for them, We just call them Lumen Moss. They only grow in either dark caves or caves that have a strong residue of magic left in them. They aren't poisonous and they easily maintain themselves. They've been here longer than me."

Jordan was amazed, this was moss. Simple moss, yet it had such an alluring glow. 'This world just amazes me daily.' They reached the entrance and Rizenclaw exited first. The sun made his scales shimmer, all the surrounding Cockatrices bowed. Sil and the other nodded politely. Jordan exited left and was met with a sudden tinge of pain and annoyance as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight around him.

"Jordan, you said you wanted our help, right?"

"Yes, your help would be much appreciated," Jordan answered while rubbing his eyes.

"It seems my grandson is missing. If you can find him and bring him back to me, you will have all the Cockatrice in this forest behind you. My grandson is next in line to become the Nest leader. Please bring him back," he said almost pleadingly.

"I'll see what I can do, what is his name?"

"His name is Razlif, he was last seen in near the marshes."

Jordan absorbed all of this info and looked at his Pack, "I assume you know where the Marshes are?" he received a nod. "Alright then, lets go."

Sil and the others began to lead the way. As they made their way out of the Nesting grounds, they were all seen off by most of the Cockatrice. He could feel Rizenclaw's eyes on his back, they felt pleading. Jordan understood perfectly, Rizenclaw needed to stay and command from the back and watch over his Nesting ground. If there were a war brewing, they needed to be on their toes.

He shook his head, he needed to focus on the task at hand, finding Rizenclaw's grandson. That was going to be a tad difficult but he'd manage somehow. He followed his Pack silently, dodging the "Lions" and going around hazards. Jordan was trying to conserve energy and not wear himself out.

After about an hour of traveling, the humidity began to rise. Jordan wiped his brow, 'Whew fills like I should be somewhere in Florida.' They finally reached the Marshes, Jordan looked around and found claw prints, Chicken prints to be exact. He looked up at Sil and nodded, ''Keep your open, he should be around here somewhere. We need to get him out of here before anything bad happens."

At this point Razor spoke up, "What could go wrong Boss?"

Jordan's hand could be heard throughout the forest as it smacked his face, "First, Ow. Second, Razor you just jinxed us. Something IS definitely going to happen now."

"What do you mean Boss?"

"Stop calling me Boss, and where I'm from we have a Law, Murphy's Law."

"Whats that?"

"Anything That Can Go Wrong, Will Go Wrong."

"How uh accurate is this Law?"

"With me, usually almost every time. Lady Luck is a sadist and I'm her masochist. No matter how many times she fucks me over, I keep coming back for more. Tempting fate and taking chances."

"Geez this Lady Luck seems real mean," said Razor while lowering his ears.

"Haha don't worry Razor, She's only like that to me, you're safe."

Razor nodded his head, "If you say so Boss."

Jordan sighed, but before he could say anything a deafening roar was heard further in the Swamp. "That's our cue, lets go."

Jordan didn't have to look back to know that his Pack was following as he ran towards the sound, jumping over logs and rocks. They closed in on the sound fairly quickly and met with the sight of a Cockatrice being cornered by a Hydra.....'Wait what?!'

The Cockatrice was bleeding badly and probably wouldn't hold out long. "Sil, I want you and the rest to get Razlif while I distract the Hydra."

He didn't look to see if they had heard him, he knew they did. They just needed a distraction and he was going to give them one. He looked at the Hydra, this bastard or bastards was easily 70ft tall and towered over the trees. "Hey, yeah you, I need you to give me the Cockatrice," he called towards the towering serpent.

The Hydra looked at Jordan and then looked at each other before braking into hissing laughter. "Did you hear that brother, it wants us to let our food go." "Yes brother I heard, lets eat it next," the two heads conversed while the other four snapped their jaws hungrily at the Cockatrice trying to dodge.

A vein throbbed on Jordan's neck and he clenched his fist. It was an understatement to say that Jordan was mad, he was pissed! "You had your chance assholes," he muttered. With a upwards motioning of his arm and quick visualization, vines began to shoot of the water. They wrapped themselves tightly around the Hydra's mouths. With a pulling motion, the Hydra was yanked forwards and tumbled towards the ground, causing the surrounding area to quake.

All eyes were on Jordan and jaws were forced open. He now had six very large reptilian and very pissed off heads glaring at him. With a thundering roar, the Hydra raised itself up and they began to lunge at Jordan. Jordan immediately dodged and began to lead them away from the forgotten Cockatrice. Immediately his Pack jumped in and they carefully carried him out of there. Now that was taken care, he could focus on the Hydra.

He looked at his surroundings and saw the bubbling swamp surrounded by boulders and rocks. He formed an idea and hoped it would work. There was only one way to find out. He began running towards the swamp and yelled over his shoulder, "Your mother was a newt and your dad was a garter snake. You were just the accident from a hole in the condom!"

This did what Jordan hoped, pissed the Hydra off even more. It began to run at a faster pace and Jordan used his Terra forming powers to raise a short pillar of earth to shoot upwards. This caused exactly what Jordan was hoping for, the Hydra tripped. Well flew was more like it, with its stupefied faces passing over Jordan.

With a loud splash it sank downwards into the swamp. He knew it wasn't over and began to levitate the surrounding boulders, huffing at the strain. He raised them into the sky and just a moment later the Hydra burst out of the murky waters roaring and hissing. It didn't notice the shadows, with a downwards motion all the boulders began to smash downwards like a shower of brain splattering death.

Luckily for Jordan, Hydra hide was very thick and his attack only knocked out the bastards. They sunk into the murky waters, bubbles forming and popping. "I am so lucky that I didn't decapitate any of them. That would of been so damn annoying." Just as he began to walk away from the swamp he heard a gasp. 'Shit.'

He looked to where the gasp came from, 'Even more shit.' There was not one but six mares standing where the gasp was from. The same mares from when he dropped off the kids. One of them was currently face down, he assumed she must have fainted. She was a yellow mare with a faded pink mane. The rest had their mouths wide open and stared at him.

They continued to stare at him, 'this is going nowhere'. He turned his back, but before he could take a step one of the mares cried out hurriedly, "Wait!"

Jordan sighed and looked at the one who called out to him. A lavender mare with a purple mane with one pink streak look at him with a look that screamed "I have questions!"

"What, I don't have all day."

"You can talk?!" she asked excitedly.

"No, your just crazy and imagining that I'm actually speaking, of course I can talk."

She slightly flinched at his retort but quickly shook it off, "What are you?"

'Lets have some fun at her expense,' he thought wickedly.

"I'm a Demon from the 12th realm of pain," he said so calmly.

''She went slack jawed at the answer and looked at one of her friends, a tanned orange mare with a blond mane topped with a old stetson. "Is he telling the truth Applejack?"

The one called Applejack eyed Jordan carefully, "Ah can't tell Twi, it feels like a lie but ah ain't sure."

"Are you telling the truth or what bub?!" yelled the rainbow maned mare.

"Temper temper, ask nicely."

Her face turned red and she snorted. She looked about ready to charge him, but was stopped by the lavender mare. "Twilight, let me at him, I'll cream him in 10 seconds flat!"

Twilight just gave her friend a pleading look. The rainbow maned mare calmed down slightly.

Twilight then looked at Jordan and asked, "Can you please tell me who you are and how you beat a Hydra?"

"Hmm see that wasn't so hard. To answer your first question, I am a Human."

Twilight immediately pulled out a small notebook and used her magic to scribble eagerly. She looked up at him when he didn't continue on. Before she could ask something else, she was abruptly interrupted. Behind Jordan, the Hydra burst out of the swamp, hissing angrily. The mares immediately backed up, the orange one carrying her still unconscious friend. Jordan casually turned around and spoke before the Hydra could attack, "I have a proposition."

The Hydra tilted their heads in confusion, "What?" asked one of the heads.

"I want your help."

"Why?"

"Lets just say very soon, I'm going to need your help."

"Whats in it for us?," one of the heads hissed.

"How about a bigger swamp?"

The Heads began to converse with each other, casting glances at Jordan every now and then. "Very well, we will help you but only if you make our swamp bigger. But how did you know that's we wanted?"

"Bigger swamp means bigger ecosystem, which means more food for you. Your swamp is small which makes you have to hunt further out. This benefits both of us."

"I see, well thank you," the Hydra slowly sank back into the swamp.

"Now that that's done, I believe you had questions?" Jordan asked the stunned and shocked Ponies.