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.