Chapters The elements of harmony and the princess of the sun were all currently in the Ponyville library. They were all gathered around an strange metal object in the center of the room. Twilight looked at the metal violin in front of her. It was a sleek bright metal with black runes carved into it. The strings were a pure white that almost glowed. The neck of the instrument was pitch black. The bow was metal, and the hairs weren't actually there. They were like little streams of light. If you put your hoof in front of them, it went straight through. It must work somehow on the violin strings, though. Twilight circled the instrument, trying to get a better look at the runes on it. The young unicorn looked up at her mentor. Princess Celestia was also studying the bizarre object. Celestia looked up.
"It just appeared in the middle of the library?"
The Princess looked quite worried. Twilight nodded.
"Yeah. I was just reading when suddenly it was there. It didn't even flash in like a teleportation spell. It more like solidified from the air."
Celestia sat down and sighed. Twilight had never seen her teacher like this before. The demi-goddess was. . . confused. It wasn't often that something came along that Princess Celestia hadn't already encountered.
"The runes look very familiar, but I can not quite place them."
The alicorn tilted her head as she rubbed her chin.
"I think it would be best if we-"
"HALT!"
Everypony jumped and looked over to the two royal guards who stood by the door. Both of the guards had their spears drawn, aiming at the neck of Big Mac. Macintosh stood there unsure whether to bow the princess or not move in fear of a spear to his jugular. Celestia sighed before smiling slightly.
"Guards, please lower your weapons. You forgot, we are in a public library."
The two stallions back up and stood at attention. Big Mac looked between everypony before bowing lowly to Celestia.
"Rise my little pony. It is okay. You must be Macintosh Apple, Applejack's brother."
Big Mac stood up and nodded. He shuffled his hooves awkwardly. Twilight leaned over to Celestia and whispered in her lowered ear.
"He's really shy. Almost as bad, if not the same as Fluttershy."
The alicorn smiled at the farm stallion. The room was silent again, except for Pinkie Pie, who was munching on a cookie she pulled from her mane. Twilight coughed and then smiled.
"So. . . are you returning the book you checked out?"
Big Mac reached into his saddle bag and removed the book Advanced Differential Equations. Twilight took the large hard covered book and moved to put it away.
"I'll just put this away and grab the other book you wanted."
While Twilight moved around the library, Applejack raised an eyebrow and smiled at her brother.
"Ah see yer readin' tha' fancy mathematics's book again, eh Mac?"
Macintosh didn't move. His eyes were glued onto the metal violin on the ground. The black runes swam before his eyes. The room swayed as his vision blurred. A very soft sound played in his mind. It was a violin, the music so sad and mournful. Suddenly, a book blocked his view of the metal instrument. His vision cleared and the room righted itself. Big Mac looked at the book up to Twilight holding it out to him. The farm pony shook his head and took the book Thermodynamics.
"Uh. . . thanks."
Big Mac turned away, leaving the library behind. The violin music continued to play in his ears, the runes burning in his mind's eye.
Twilight watched Big Mac leave before turning back to the group. Celestia was watching the door where Macintosh had disappeared, a worried look on her face.
"Princess?"
Celestia shook her head and smiled at Twilight.
"As I was saying, we shouldn't move it. I'll place a shield over it, and tomorrow I'll have the Canterlot top scientist come and study it. You shall help Twilight. Until then, I don't want anypony to touch it or do anything with it. Alright?"
The mane six nodded their heads in agreement.
Big Mac whimpered slightly into his pillow, Smart Pants clenched in his hooves. On his walk home from the library, a slow, yet constant, increase of pain went through his body. Midnight had rolled around and Mac was in agony. Pain ripped through his head and a wave of numbness washed over his legs before fading just as suddenly. His nose was runny and his ears felt wet. The violin music in his head had gone from a soft sad tone to a loud angry song . The red farm pony bit his lip as his stomach turned over, just as upset as his pounding head. He gasped quietly as tears slipped down his cheek. A light knocking was on his door before it creaked open. Applebloom stuck her head in, only able to see the outline of her brother on his bed.
"Big Mac? Are you okay? I thought I heard crying?"
Big Mac grit his teeth.
"A-Applebloom."
Applebloom switched on the lights, worried. The little filly's eyes widened and she rushed to her brother's side.
"Mac! Ya bleedin'! Ya got uh bloody nose and yer ears bleedin' too!"
Big Mac whimpered as he looked up at his little sister.
"G-Get Applejack."
Applebloom scurried off, screeching.
"Applejack! Applejack! Big Mac is diein'!"
Applebloom slammed her hooves on her sister's door. Applejack appeared in the doorway, mane ruffled.
"Applebloom. Please be quite. Yer gonna wake Granny Smith."
"But Applejack! Big Mac's diein'!"
"Applebloom, it was jus' uh dream. Would ya please stop makin' so much noise? Jus' go back ta sl-"
"No! It wasn't a dream! Mac told me to go get ya! He's crying and bleedin' an' I don't know what ta do!"
The orange farm pony flicked her ears back. Applebloom sounded sincere, as is she truly believed it. She might as well check on Big Mac, just to calm Applebloom down. Applejack walked over to Macintosh's room and swung the door open. Big Mac was laying on his bed, legs held stiffly in front of him. His head was bending back, exposing his neck. His nose and ears were seeping blood. His jaw was clamped shut tightly. He snorted out his nose, as if every breath was a struggle.
Applejack galloped over to her brother and held his head in her lap.
"Applebloom! Stay 'ere with him! Hold his head an' try to held keep his airway clear. I'll go get help!"
The little filly stared wide eyed at her brother, tears barely withheld.
"Applebloom!"
Appplebloom startled and looked up at her sister.
"Come help!"
The youngest apple jumped up on the bed and held her eldest sibling's head in her hooves. His body was ridged and was shaking slightly. Applejack left her sister as she ran off the farm, going for help.
Big Mac was vaguely aware of Applebloom holding his head during his seizure, of her trying to talk to him, but his head was filled with another conversation. The violin music had stopped, replaced by the sound of it's plucking strings.
♪ ♫ ♩
'Please stop'
♬ ♪ ♩ ♬ ♫
'Just leave me alone!'
♭ ♪# ♫
'I can't'
♪ ♫ ♩
'but'
♪ ♫ ♩ ♭ ♩ ♬
'I. . .'
♫ ♪
'Alright'
The seizure stopped and Big Mac's muscles relaxed. He took in deep shuttering breaths, feeling like he had galloped full speed through five Running of the Leaves. Mac lifted his head out of Applebloom's lap as he rolled out of his bed. The second his hooves touched the floor, his knees buckled. Applebloom rushed to his side.
"Big Mac! Don' get up! Applejack's gone ta get help!"
Big Mac wanted to comfort his sister, tell her he was alright, but he couldn't. There was no time. He needed to get to Her. She was calling him. Struggling to his hooves, Macintosh set off towards the Ponyville library.
A fast melody that was half classical half fiddle, and a full demand. Big Mac made his way out of his room, and down the stairs. Applebloom followed behind him.
"Big Mac! Please stop! Big Mac! Big Mac!"
Applebloom is racing around him in a panic, trying to stop him. He simple brushes past her and out the front door.
"Macintosh!"
In any normal situation, Big Mac may have been surprised that his baby sister used his full first name, but he has no time to stop. He has to keep going forward. He has to get to Her . The song in his head picks up speed, and his legs react to the tempo. A quick walk turns into an unsteady canter. Weak, tired muscles scream in protest, but Mac just pushes on. Applebloom is in a full gallop, trying to keep up.
"Big Mac! Please! What's wrong?!"
Before Big Mac can even contemplate thinking of answering, he collides with a fast moving orange blur. Big Mac trips and tumbles forward, sliding in the dirt on his side. He snorts and shakily stands up. The orange blur stood up as well and turned to him.
"Watch were ya goin'- Mac?"
Applejack looks at her brother in surprise. A doctor and two stallions with a stretcher are behind her. Applebloom latches onto Applejack.
"AJ! Ah can't get 'im to stop! He wont listen ta me! Ah think somethin' is really wrong!"
The music in Big Mac's head was playing frantically, but he kept at a slow walk. His body was barely able to do so. The doctor approached the farm stallion.
"Macintosh? Can you hear me?"
Big Mac kept on walking, not even flicking an ear.
'Keep walking. Must get there. She needs me.'
The doctor walked next to Mac and shined a light in his eyes. The doctor sighed.
"He may be walking, but he is still in the middle of a seizure. We'll have to sedate him."
The doctor pulls out a syringe and trots to catch up with Big Mac. Just as the doctor was about to prick him with the needle, Mac bucks. His legs ram into the doctors chest, making him stumble back. On any other day, Big Mac would have sent him flying, but his body is weak and starting to fail him. The library is not ten feet away. With a last burst of speed, and a single loud note in his head, he gallops to the door and slams it open.
And there She is. Metallic body sleek, curves flowing yet sharp. Strings that look like they're made out of silk. A pure white light serves as the hairs on Her bow. Black indented runes twist around, fitting in with the metallic sheen. The music in Mac's head is now a soft, slow song. A lullaby that sounds so familiar, but is unknown.
She's here, and everything will be alright. He knows it.
"What's going on?"
Twilight appears at the top of the stairs, her mane a tangled mess. The purple mare looks over the group. Applejack, Applebloom, and a doctor stand in the library doorway. Big Mac, who has dried blood on his face and upper neck, is stumbling towards the violin. His hoof outstretched, as if to touch it.
"NO!"
Twilight's horn lights up and Big Mac is pulled back by her magic. He struggles against her hold, but he is too weak, and she is too strong. A sharp, angry flare of all four strings of the violin play. Big Mac stamps his hoof. The music sounds different. Almost as if. . . it wasn't in his head. Mac looks over at everypony else. They all looked startled. The four strings play again. Twilight's magic falters. The sound isn't in his head this time. It's real. She's real. Big Mac steps forward as the violin starts to play itself. The runes on the body of the instrument jump into the air and start to spin around the red stallion. A bright light and a flash blinds everypony in the library. When the black dots in their eyes fade, Big Mac is gone. The violin lays on the ground, completely silent.
Big Mac woke up to the feeling of grass scratching his neck. He opened his eyes before quickly closing them again. The bright sun made his eyes water even after he closed them. Mac groaned as his head pounded.
'What the hay happened?'
He lay there in the grass, eyes closed, trying to think. He remembered. The violin, the music, it ordering him. It had controlled him, forced him to move. Big Mac remembered the flash of magic that he knew was a teleportation spell. Well, wherever the stupid instrument had sent him, it had lost it's control over him.
Big Mac's thoughts were broken by somepony stamping their hooves next to his head. Mac cracked open an eye and looked up at the speckled gray stallion that stood above him. The stallion snorted at him, pinning his ears back. Mac groaned and rolled onto his belly before beginning to stand. The gray stallion whinnied and reared up, flailing his hooves. Big Mac drew back in surprise. He opened his mouth to ask the stallion what he was doing, but all that came out was a neigh. Big Mac paused.
'Huh?'
He tried again, simply saying hello. He nickered instead. Panic washed over him. Why couldn't he speak? Mac pinned his ears and tucked his tail. This wasn't right. This didn't feel right. Big Mac lifted his head to look at the stallion, only to catch a glance as the gray mustang dove down, grabbing the skin on Mac's neck in his teeth. Mac whinnied in fear and pain as the stallion twisted the skin in his teeth. He pulled and pushed Big Mac until Mac followed his directions. The stallion let go and snorted. Good. The gray horse trotted off to a group of mares who were eating grass. Big Mac looked around him.They were in a large meadow, surrounded by mountains Big Mac did not recognize. Wherever he was, it was far away from Ponyville, maybe even out of the boarders of the main land. For all he knew, he could be Germaneigh. Mac walked over on shaky legs. If that crazy stallion wouldn't help him, maybe on of the mares would.
He approached a dark brown mare who was swollen with foal. Big Mac got within five when the gray stallion rushed him. The stallion bit at him and chased him away. One of the crazy mustang's hooves nicked Mac's flank. Mac cantered off a bit, on the edge of the herd. He turned to inspect the wound. Big Mac felt a sickening fear wash over him. The wound was not that bad, it had barely left a scrape. Mac stared at his flank, eyes wide. His cutie mark was gone. Now that he looked at himself, his coat wasn't even apple red anymore. It looked more like the muddy red clay that peach trees grew in.
No no no no no. This was wrong. He was wrong. Big Mac whinnied in fear and sidestepped nervously. He had to get out of here! Mac reared and leaped forward. His hooves pounded on the grass as he galloped. Everything was different. If he had no cutie mark, had the violin erased his special talent? The very meaning of who he was? Mac snorted and galloped ahead faster. His ears flicked back to the sound of hooves following him.
Wait. . . what?
Big Mac slowed and then stopped, turning around. The entire herd was behind him, the gray stallion in the front. They were all dancing restlessly. Their ears swiveling, nostrils flaring. They assumed Big Mac had seen or heard danger, and fled with him. Big Mac looked at them unsure. It was then that he noticed that none of the herd members had cutie marks. Actually, now that he looked, there were many things different. Among the crowd, there was not a single unicorn or pegasus. Or really any males. There was the gray stallion, and a young colt who looked to be entering his teenage years, but that was it. All the others were mares. Usually Mac didn't give much thought about how little stallions there were compared to mares, but this was different. This was strange.
The herd glanced around before deciding that there was no danger, and went back to grazing. Eating the grass. From. The. Ground. Unwashed, unprepared, grass.
'They're acting like. . . wild animals.'
A chill spread over Big Mac. Wild. He had heard stories of a world where ponies ran wild, where they were called horses. But it was just a myth. An old story told to young foals before bed. It wasn't true. Then again, Nightmare Moon had been an old mare's tale.
Mac tried to speak again, but all he did was nicker. The gray stallion, who had been watching him, pranced up to Mac and circled him. The mustang sniffed at Big Mac before leaning forward, opening his mouth. Macintosh's eyes widened. Was he going to bite him again? Instead, the stallion lipped at Mac's mane before throwing his head a couple time. Unsure, Mac copied him. If they were wild, they couldn't talk. Mac couldn't talk either, but if he could, he doubted they would understand him. Big Mac gently nibbled at the stallion's mane before pulling back and lowering his head. The wild mustang flicked an ear and started to graze. Mac's stomach grumbled in hunger. Heaving a sigh, Big Mac leaned down and took a bit of the green grass.
The library was full of ponies, all rushing back and forth in a panic. In the middle of the chaos was the metal violin. Princess Celestia surveyed the area before heading down the stairs to the basement. Twilight's friends all sat in a quiet circle. Young Applebloom was sobbing into her sister's mane. Next to her was Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, trying to comfort their friend. Greeny 'Granny' Smith sat further away, staring at her granddaughters. Her eye's were clouded over with grief. Twilight looked up when her mentor stepped in.
"Princess! I'm so sorry! My magic just wasn't strong enough! The violin- I couldn't- it's all my fault!"
Twilight stuttered as fresh tears ran down her face.
"Oh, Twilight. It is nopony's fault but mine. I should not have left such an unknown artifact unguarded."
Celestia rubbed her cheek against her student before walking over to the two Apple sisters.
"Applejack, Applebloom, I am beyond sorry for what has happened. I will do everything in my power to bring your brother home."
Applebloom peaked out from her sister's fur, looking up at the princess.
"Ya. . . ya mean you're gonna bring 'im back ta life?"
Celestia was startled.
"Young Applebloom, your brother is not dead."
Applejack finally looked up at Celestia, cutting her sister off.
"What da ya mean?! Ah saw what happen', saw Big Mac get sucked up by tha' stupid violin!"
Applejack turned so she was face to face with the Princess.
"And he's gone! And it's all yer fault!"
The orange mare stopped, breathing heavily. Tears were in the corner of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Everypony in the room stood frozen, looking in between Applejack and the princess. Celestia lowered her head, ears pulled back.
"I know. It is my fault, and I'm sorry, but he is not dead. From what we were able to tell, the violin simple used a transportation spell. However, Macintosh Apple is nowhere in Equestria. The strands of magic left behind indicate. . . that he has jumped dimensions."
Twilight nearly chocked on the air.
"Jumped dimensions?! But that's impossible!"
Celestia nodded.
"I thought so too."
"It doesn't matter where mah brother is! We need 'im back!"
"Yes, I know. I will bring him back. He is one of my subject. Which is why I will do this."
Celestia bowed down to Applejack and laid her horn on the young mare's shoulder.
"I, Celestia Helios Faust, do solemnly promise to find and bring back Macintosh Apple, or die trying. So help me Faust"
Twilight stepped forward before placing a hoof to her chest. Her horn lit up and the area where Celestia's horn rested on Applejack started to glow.
"I, Lady Twilight Sparkle, as a witness, do confirm and seal this oath between Celestia Helios Faust and Applejack Apple. May Lauren Faust help and guide you."
Big Mac watched as the gray stallion, whom Mac decided to call Wild Slate, circle the herd. Wild Slate would stop occasionally to greet one of the members before moving on. Big Mac watched as the stallion paid special attention to each of the foals in the group, which were a lot. It seemed almost every mare had a foal with them, and all of them in some way looked like Wild Slate.
A young teenaged colt pranced around, following Wild Slate. The foal had a white coat, splattered with a light brown. His mane and tail were, however, black. The colt kept trying to catch Wild Slate's attention. When the teenager wasn't trying to bite at the stallion's tail, he was trying to entice the younger foals to play. No luck however, so the colt moved on to the next most interesting thing; Big Mac.
The colt pranced right on up to Mac, completely unafraid of this new stallion in the herd. He gave a squeal that ended in a nicker. Macintosh watched as the foal vibrated in excitement. In any other situation, Mac would have thought of this as endearing, but not right now. Right now, Big Mac needed to figure out where he was, how he got here, and how to get home. He turned his back on the foal, going over everything in his mind.
When did the violin start talking to him? What did it want? What did it tell him. Mac knew it had told him something just as he was transported here, but he could not remember. Mac shook out his mane and snorted, frustration washing over him. It was illogical anyways, for Big Mac knew he could not get himself home. His only hope was if the princesses decided to come after him. He knew they would try. His sister was an Element of Harmony, she wouldn't let them say no.
Twilight would probably come after him as well. It was only a matter of time. Comforted in his thoughts, Big Mac turned around. Only to come snout to snout with the teenaged foal. Mac jumped back in surprise, rearing slightly. The teenager stumbled back, just as surprised. Mac settled down and snorted angrily, stomping his front hoof once.
'Dont do that!'
Wild Slate, who had been grazing with one of the mares, lifted his head. The gray stallion looked right at Big Mac, but did not approach. He looked between Mac and the foal, wary but curious. How would this stranger treat his foal?
The yearling himself lowered his head and clicked his teeth several times.
'Please don't hurt me.'
Maybe it was the foals body language, maybe it was old equine instincts coming to surface in Big Mac, but he understood submission when he saw it. Mac sighed at the foal, stance becoming more relaxed. The yearling leaned forward and snorted softly in Big Mac's face. Mac copied him, and the teenager's mood did a 180. The now extremely excited foal galloped circles around his new friend.
Big Mac rolled his eyes, but smiled. This foal was so much like Applebloom.
The mare that was grazing next to Wild Slate bobbed her head and pawed the ground. She had a simple brown coat, her mane and tail the same shade. The entire herd stopped grazing and trotted over to her. Mac followed, new instinct demanding he stay with the herd. The mare nickered before rearing. She turned on her hoof and started a medium paced canter off in one direction.
The herd lunged after her, following her lead. The young foals kept pace. Wild Slate took up the rear, and Big Mac galloped to catch up. The teenaged foal was running next to Wild Slate, practically bouncing like Pinkie Pie. Wild Slate nipped at the foal's rear, forcing him to hurry up. Wild Slate and Big Mac brought up the rear of the herd, flanking them. At the lead was the brown mare, her nose up into the air.
Big Mac looked around as he galloped, worried. Should he leave the spot where he had been transported to? That was probably the first spot anypony would go looking for him. But who knew what would happen if he was on his own. Mac was no survivalist. His best bet was to go with the herd, and hope he was close enough to be found.
The herd galloped around the bend of a green hill, a large valley hidden just behind it. A river flowed gently through at the far end. On the other side of the river was a tall forest. The lead mare slowed as she reached the river. The herd gathered at the bank, drinking their fill. Big Mac looked at the water.
You were never supposed to drink water you were unsure about. Boil it first. Macintosh looked around and sighed. That wasn't practical at all. Anyways, wasn't drinking running water better than still water? The red stallion sighed before lowering his muzzle to the cold water. He took a sip before greedily gulping down the fresh water.
Stepping back, Big Mac looked around. The herd was now grazing, all except for Wild Slate and the teenager. Bother were looking around, almost checking for something. Well, Wild Slate was. The teenage was just copying his father, not really sure what he was doing. Wild Slate looked over at Big Mac, flicking an ear. Big Mac turned and scanned the area, curious what the stallion was looking for. Whatever Mac did, put Wild Slate at easy.
The gray stallion pranced over to the river, before getting his drink. It was then that Mac understood. He was in the wild. The wild had predators. Wild Slate had been looking for predators, unable to relax. Once Big Mac had started to look around, taking sentry duty, Wild Slate could get a drink.
A sense of duty filled Big Mac, and he looked around carefully. Eyes and ears sharp. Wild Slate finished drinking and walked over to the lead mare. He started to graze next to her. Several mares lifted their heads, looking around. Mac relaxed. The entire herd was watching over each other.
A whinny grabbed Big Mac's attention. The young foals had all gathered together, chasing each other around. When two of the foals got close, they reared up, playfully fighting. The teenaged colt tried to play as well, and it worked for maybe a minuet.
The yearling started to play fight with one of the younger colts, but he overestimated his strength. He shoved too hard, sending the baby rolling over his own hooves. Big Mac winced. The younger foal sat up, a look of surprise on his face. He then scrunched up his muzzle, crying out for his mother. His mother lifted her head and neighed back to him. The foal galloped over to her, rubbing up against her side.
Wild Slate looked up and over at the teenager, snorting and stomping his hooves at him, before going back to grazing. The yearling huffed before trotting of towards the river. A leaf floated by, catching his attention.
Big Mac watched in amusement as the foal jumped into the shallow part of the river, grabbing the leaf. He flung his head back, sending the leaf over his shoulder. It landed on his flank with a splat. The yearling nipped at the leaf before rolling over in the shallows. The leaf started to float away again. The foal gave chase.
Big Mac smiled and snorted.
River Leaf
Mac looked over at the teenager once again, the leaf now held in his mouth.
'Yes. River Leaf'
River Leaf pranced over to Big Mac, holding his prize high.
Twilight focused on her magic, eyes closed in concentration. Her magic was wrapped around Celestia's magic. Luna's magic was also wrapped around her sisters. All three stood perfectly still, their magic circling the violin. Then she saw it. The trail of magic left behind by the violin. As soon as they touched the trail, however, it threw them off. Luna and Twilight fell back onto their haunches, surprised. Celestia shook her head, slightly dizzy.
This was going to be harder than they thought.
The sun was setting, and the herd gathered closer together. Most of the foals where either nursing or settling down at their mother's hooves. River Leaf walked over to a mare who looked like him. She was the only mare who was pregnant. River Leaf lipped at her neck and she blew gently in his nostrils. That must be his mother. River Leaf walked away from his mother and walked over to Big Mac. The yearling stopped next to him and promptly fell asleep. Standing up.
Big Mac looked around. Most of the herd was standing up, heads low to the ground. Two mares were laying down next to their foals. Only Wild Slate and the lead mare were awake, both on either side of the herd, guarding them. Mac lowered himself to the ground and closed his eyes. He lay still for a moment before standing on his feet. He felt to exposed laying down. Copying River Leaf's stance, Big Mac fell asleep.
Macintosh awoke to gentle prodding to his back.
'Go away, Applebloom'
All he did was nicker and then snort. Opening his eyes, Mac realized where he was. He looked up to see River Leaf standing over him. Somehow, Mac had ended up asleep on the grass, not standing up. The red stallion rose to his hooves, glancing around. Most of the herd was up, except for a few foals. And Wild Slate and the lead mare. Both of them were laying down, fast asleep. Several mares stood around them, either grazing or keeping a look out. None of the foals bothered them. Mac shook his head before he turned around, heading for the bathroom.
He stopped. There was no bathroom. Big Mac pinned back his ears, looking around. Where was he supposed to go? Not here, on the grass. This grass was going to be his breakfast. Not by the river, either. He had to drink that water. There. Over by a tree on the side of the meadows. Below the tree was open dirt, and it seemed like some of the herd had gone there as well. Mac walked away from the herd, towards his abrupt bathroom spot. River Leaf looked up from where he was grazing and made to follow. Big Mac snorted at him
'Stay'
River Leaf looked confused, but did not follow him. Mac quickly went to the tree and relieved himself, kicking some dust over it when he was done. He turned to go back to the herd, only to feel a fresh wave of fear wash over him. The herd had not moved, but the gap between him and them seemed to have gotten bigger. He was too far away, and alone.
New herd instincts pushed him into a quick trot back over to River Leaf. Big Mac looked over his shoulder at the edge of the forest. He didn't know why, but he felt as if he was being watched. The red draft horse shook his mane out before he started to graze. He was being paranoid. Jumping dimensions would do that. He just needed to stay calm and wait for the rescue group to come get him.
He looked back over his shoulder. Three of the foals were wandering slightly, close to the edge of the forest. He watched them uneasily. A slight breeze rose up, blowing from the forest towards the herd. The entire herd froze, muzzles raised into the wind. Mac found himself doing the same thing. He smelt something. Something on the air. Something that made the feeling of being watched increase ten fold. The three foals who had wandered away stopped sniffing the air and broke into a gallop towards the herd. Jumping out of the forest, next to the tree Big Mac had been by not a minute ago, was a mountain lion.
Several mares screeched, rearing up. It was their foals, and one of the mares was about to watch her foal be killed. One foal, a pure black little filly, wasn't as fast as the others. The mountain lion leaped, claws extended. Mac closed his eyes, not wanting to watch the filly be killed. He heard the filly cry out, a whinny full of pain. A roar followed the sound of the filly. Mac opened his eyes to see Wild Slate standing in front of the filly. He reared up, front hooves kicking out at the large cat. The mountain lion hissed, but backed away. It tried to go around Wild Slate to get at the filly, but Wild Slate stomped his hooves and bit the air. The mountain lion growled, but turned and ran off. It was not going to fight a full grown stallion for a meal.
Mac looked around, only to realize that the entire herd was grouped together behind him. He was the second wall of protection. If the mountain lion had gotten past Wild Slate, Big Mac was expected to rush forward. Big Mac wasn't sure who he felt about that. His thoughts were broken as one mare made her way over to Wild Slate the the black filly. The filly was on the ground, but was sitting up. She struggled to her hooves with the help of her mother. Her back legs was sliced open at the hock on her left hind leg. Mac could see the dull white of bone.
It was then that it hit him. Maybe the shock of jumping worlds was wearing off. Or maybe it was seeing a filly barely older than the cake twins be attacked by a wild cat. Whatever did it, finally woke Big Mac up. This world wasn't like his. At any moment, anyone of them could be killed. This place was harsh, cruel even. Having to survive against such large predators. Faust forbid he still be here when winter hit.
Mac's legs shook as he approached the filly. Both the mother and Wild Slate watched him carefully. Mac looked down a the frightened foal. She stood on three of her legs, the hurt one raised above the ground. Her muzzle was wrinkled in a grimace and Big Mac knew she wanted to cry out, but she wouldn't.
If she did, it would only alert more predators to her.
Mac heard a short whinny, and the entire herd turned. The pregnant female, the matriarch, was calling the herd. It was to dangerous to stay here. The herd gathered and started to move on, slowly. The injured filly limped next to her mother at the back of the herd. Wild Slate walked behind them, keeping an eye on his daughter.
River Leaf and Big Mac walked on the far side of the herd, center in the line. The atmosphere was sullen. Everypony was acting like the filly had died. Mac's heart jumped and he looked back to make sure the foal was still there. She was, slowly limping along.
Big Mac felt sullen as they moved further away from where he had first appeared.
For two days they tried to force their magic to follow the trail the violin had taken, but they kept being tossed out. Twilight huffed as her magic was once again thrown off of the trail. Celestia and Luna stood on either side of her. On Celestia's left stood Cadence and Shining Armor. Even with the extra power it didn't help.
"I just don't understand! There should be more than enough power for us to open a portal!"
Twilight wiped her eyes with her hoof as she sat down. Celestia and Luna both placed a comforting wing over her. The white alicorn spoke first.
"I don't think it's power that's the problem. Did any of you notice that there was more than one magical trail?"
Twilight looked up at her mentor.
"More than one? Then wouldn't that mean. . . "
"That we are being led astray by multiple forks in the path."
Shining Armor rubbed his chin in thought.
"But there aren't any other magic trails. Nopony could have done that without us noticing."
"Yes, I know."
"Tia, are thou saying what we think. . . ?"
Celestia looked down at the violin in front of them.
"Yes. The violin is not some artifact. It is alive."
The injured filly was moving even slower than before. The second day was slow, just like the first. It was three full days after Mac had been ripped from his world and dropped her, and two days since the filly had been injured. The herd stuck closer together, on edge. Big Mac quickly learned why when he saw the mountain lion laying by a shrub, just watching. The large cat was following them, waiting for his chance to take the filly.
The little black filly limped along after her mother, but soon she couldn't even put weight on the injured leg. It was swollen and red, leaking pus and blood. The herd was now in a small meadow on the side of a gentle slope. The mountain lion was sitting at the edge of the grass, just watching. It made no move to take the filly or to leave. Wild Slate just stood there, staring at the cat. The lead mare snorted and the herd grew close together, ready to move on. The filly didn't get up. She lay in the grass, head up, ears pricked, but did not move to stand.
Her mother stood over her, nudging her with her snout. The filly laid her head down. The mare looked her filly over before gently lipping at her mane. She blew on her foals face before turning and leaving. Mac watched, stunned as the mother left her foal. The mountain lion moved in. Big Mac looked over at Wild Slate, hoping he would jump in and save his own daughter. He didn't.
The mountain lion circled the filly, pawing almost gently at her side. It sniffed her and licked her neck. Then the claws ever so slightly bore down. The filly whinnied in pain and fear and tried to scoot away from the predator. Big Mac looked away as the feline leaned down to grab the filly in it's mouth. He pinned back his ears when the foal started to screech. He looked over at the mare who had left her foal. She kept glancing over her shoulder at her dieing filly, but did not step in. Mac didn't dare to look back. He didn't want to see a foal barely older than the Cake twins be slaughtered.
The crying suddenly stopped short, and Mac paused. He need to see. To make sure that she was really. . . Big Mac looked back to see the mountain lion walking away. The filly's neck was held in it's jaws. Head limp, body being dragged behind. The large cat and the dead foal disappeared into the undergrowth.
Mac wasn't the only one to stop and watch. River Leaf stood there, eyes wide as he watched his half sister being dragged away. Big Mac snorted and tugged on the teenager's mane with his teeth, turning him away. The two of them trotted to catch up to the herd.
Panic was now sitting in Macintosh's chest. What if he was never rescued? What if his fate was similar to that of the filly's?
Night had fallen and the herd stood closer together than the night before. River Leaf was already asleep, just inches from his side. Mac looked up at the night sky. Even the stars were different, and the moon just looked ever so slightly odd. Big Mac scanned the area, hoping to see a rescue group. To see his sister and her friends come and get him.
What he did see was smoke far off in the distance. Mac sure hoped that the fire wouldn't spread here.
Unknown to him, it wasn't a wild fire, but a camp fire.
Author's Note
Short chapter. Sorry.
The three alicorns and two unicorns surrounded the violin, all eyes shut in concentration. Their magic entwined as they followed the magical pathways of the violin's. When they came to a crossroad, one of the ponies magic would split away, checking the fork in the road. Once it was figured which was the right path, the group's magic moved on.
A fork in the road caused Twilight's magic to go ahead. She stood there, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she focused. Twilight frowned as she came across a wall. There had never been a wall before. Just a fading of the magical trail. Twilight probed the wall with her magic before she pushed harder. Applejack, Appleboom, and Granny Smith watched as the violin sparked and vibrated. It almost seemed angry. The metal body quivered and it's strings screeched. The magic in the air became heavier when there was suddenly a shock wave through the room.
Everypony was thrown back, and the entire library seemed to shake. Applejack groaned before she stood up. She quickly went over and helped her grandmother get to her hooves. Luckily, Granny Smith had been in the corner, and was barely hit. Applebloom laid next to her on her stomach, legs splayed out. Her red hair had come out of her bow and was covering her face. The young filly huffed and blew her mane out of her eyes before speaking.
"Wha' in tarnation was tha'?"
Applejack turned around to ask the same question, but froze at what she saw. There, above the violin, was a pure white swirling vortex. The three alicorns and Shining Armor stood up, the ends of their horns scorched slightly. Twilight struggled to her hooves and turned towards the portal.
"Twilie!"
Twilight's horn was covered in blood, and the red liquid seeped from her ears, nose, and eyes. Her horn was alight with her purple magic, but it wavered. When her magic wavered, the vortex did as well. Twilight grunted as she forced more of her magic into holding the portal open. The hole in the dimensions strengthened. And so did the blood flow from Twilight's ears and eyes.
Celestia rushed to her student and grabbed her face in her hooves.
"Twilight! Let go!"
The unicorn did not listen to her teacher. Small black spots invaded her vision, but she held her magic against the portal.
"Twilight! Jus' let it go! Yer killin' yerself!"
Applejack's voice broke through, and Twilight released her magic before collapsing.
Big Mac awoke to the sound of hooves galloping. He was instantly awake and looking around. The entire herd was watching the landscape. Mac swiveled his ears as he listened to a small group of pounding hooves came from over the hill. Was there another herd? Several sharp whistles rung through the air. Hope rose in Big Mac's chest. Was it the rescue party?
No, it wasn't. Over the hill came seven horses. Each horse had a saddle on, and sitting in the saddle's were the strangest creatures Mac had ever seen. Before he could get a good look at them, they came galloping down to the herd.
The herd turned and ran. Big Mac could tell by these strange creature's body language that they had no intention of anything good. Mac turned and ran with the herd. It was better to stay with the herd that he somewhat knew than to go with these strange, scary beings. Living next to the Everfree had taught Mac to trust what he knew.
The horses and their creatures ran behind the herd on all sides, pushing the herd forward. Mac caught sight of the rope aimed for his head and was just barely able to dodge it. These things were trying to lasso them! A wave of anger passed through him along with fear. What the hay did these things want?! Several more ropes flew out and the herd scattered around the strange beings and the other horses. Once out of the V style trap, everypony made a run for the hills.
They galloped together and did not stop until the could no longer hear or smell the strange creatures. They all gathered up in the hills, hidden by the forest. Big Mac hung his head low before he looked over the herd, searching for River Leaf. River Leaf stood next to the lead mare, who was extremely tired. She had just galloped full speed while pregnant. Two foal stood next to her as well, looking around and crying out for their mothers. Their mother's weren't here.
Two mare. . . no, three mares were missing. The mare who had recently lost her filly was also gone. Big Mac looked around and his stomach dropped.
Wild Slate was gone as well.
The herd all looked over at Mac, looking for guidance.
'Oh buck'
Big Mac was in the herd solely for protection in numbers. He could not protect these mares and young foals from the dangers of the wild. He was a farmer. He tended the land and managed the finances. His sister was the one that chased off the unlikely animal that came from the Everfree. Mac swallowed as he looked at the herd. There was only one thing to do. He had to go get Wild Slate. He may not be able to fight, but he could surely sneak in and sneak out with Wild Slate. Big Mac snorted at the herd and pinned his ears back.
Hide
Stay
The herd followed directions almost immediately. Good. Macintosh turned and galloped off, back towards those strange aliens.
Author's Note
Sorry for the short chapter. Not a lot of time with school and stuff. I'll try to update again soon. Hopefully with a larger chapter.
Mac walked through the tall grass, nose in the air. The strange scent of the aliens was anything but difficult to follow. Big Mac was not sure how long he had been pursuing Wild Slate and his captors. The sun had set two hours ago, leaving Mac to navigate by the crescent moon's minimal light. A flickering light caught the farmer's attention. A camp fire. Good, now all Mac need to do was wait until the fire died and sneak in. Big Mac backed up, hiding in the shadow of a few trees. The sound of Wild Slate's whinnying echoed through the night air. He sounded angry and scared. Big Mac new that feeling all too well. He settled down to wait.
The aliens bark and growled at each other, talking in some strange language. Mac wished he could understand and talk to them, but even if he could understand them, those sounds were to complicated for him. Even if he was still able to speak Equestrian. The talking soon drifted off and the fire was now just hot embers. Macintosh stood up. Time to move in.
Crack
Mac jumped a the sound of a twig breaking. He spun around. Had he been caught? Was his fate going to be the same as Wild Slate's?
It wasn't the strange aliens that rode horses that was behind him. It was River Leaf. The teenager pinned his ears back guiltily.
That. . . that stupid foal ! He was supposed to stay with the herd, out of danger. Now he was in more danger than ever! Mac couldn't let him come with him to the camp, but he couldn't send him back alone! Mac snorted angrily and bobbed his head. He shoved the nearly full grown teen into the shrubbery.
Stay THERE!
The young paint hung his head low as he hid himself in the bushes and trees. Mac felt a pang of guilt. He didn't want to yell at him, but he was being a fool. He was still a child. In Equestria, he would have been high school age. Something this dangerous was not the place for a colt, even if he had been born in the wild. Mac shook his mane out and looked at the hiding horse. It would do for now. He would pick him up with Wild Slate and the mares on the way back.
Big Mac walked quietly out into the open. He approached the camp and stepped in slowly. These. . . animals were very strange. They slept on the ground with only a small pack under them. A couple of them were using their Stetson's as pillows. They had no fur except for on the top of their heads, and some on their chins. Five dull appendages were at the end of their arms. Looking similar to Spike's claws. They were obviously bipedal, from the different length in their front and back limbs. They all wore clothes, covering themselves where they had no fur. Mac looked them over.
Which were the females and which were the males? The ones with the beards might be the males, but for all he knew, the females could also do that. Maybe they were all female or all male. They reminded him of something. . . something somepony had said to him once.
It didn't matter now, he just needed to get Wild Slate an the mares free. Mac looked over at them. They were tied down to a tree. The rope lasso had been replaced with a bridle. Odd. Maybe bridles were used differently here, instead of for show in rodeos.
Nopony could get a bridle on by themselves unless they were a unicorn. Mac had lost count of all the times he helped his sister get hers on over her head. He knew how to put them on.
And take them off.
Mac walked over to Wild Slate, who lowered his head so Big Mac could look at the contraption. Mac lifted his hoof to pull it off when he realized something important. Something scary. The extra joint in his fetlock was not there. He couldn't hold anything in his hooves.
Suddenly, Wild Slate looked up and over at the entrance to the camp. There, standing on unsure hooves, was River Leaf. Mac felt like slamming his face into the tree. He didn't have time for this, and he couldn't make any noise, or he may wake the creatures. He gave the teen a look before turning back to the problem at hand. The faster Wild Slate and the mares were free, the faster all of them could get the hay out of here.
Big Mac took the top of the bridle in his teeth and pulled it over the gray stallions ears. The bridle fell off and Wild Slate was free. The stallion stood there, stunned. Mac nudged him and swung his head over to the mares. Now they could get them free faster with both of them working-
Wild Slate reared, neighing loudly. He turned and galloped out of the camp, hooves like thunder.
W-What?
The bipedal creatures awoke, jumping up. They stared at the two horses standing there, and the lack of one gray stallion. The aliens all lunged for their ropes. Big Mac turned and ran, kicking over a bucket of water onto the embers of the fire. A cloud of steam rose up between the horses and the aliens, blocking their views of each other. Mac turned out of the camp and galloped for the hills, River Leaf at his side. The cries of the mares left behind made him wince, but there was no way he could turn back for them now. It was all Wild Slate's fault, but Big Mac knew he couldn't blame him. He may seem like any other pony, but he was a wild horse. The loss of three mares was better than the loss of an entire herd.
The hollers of the two-legs on horseback followed Macintosh and River Leaf. Both stallion and colt ran through the dawn. The sun was working against them. The aliens could see them, and follow them. A lasso wrapped around River Leaf's neck, and the yearling fell, sliding in the dirt. Before Big Mac could turn to help, another rope was around his neck. Mac stumbled, but did not fall. He looked down at the rope and then up at the smirking two-leg. The rope was tide to the saddle on the horse it was riding. He couldn't simply pull free.
Big Mac bucked and reared, pulling on the rope, hoping it would come free. The slip knot tightened on his throat, making it harder to breath. Another rope was tossed over his head, and another caught both of his front hooves. Legs pulled out from under him, Mac fell to the ground hard.
He whinnied and snorted angrily as one of the aliens dismounted its horse, carrying two bridles. Big Mac watched in fear as one was hooked over River Leaf's head. The nimble digits of the two-legs tightened the bridle, making it impossible to come free without help. Then the other bridle was put on Mac. He tried to bite the claws of the alien, but it expected this and was able to dodge.
Two ropes were tied onto Big Mac's harness, keeping him tethered between two of the servant horses. The ropes on his hooves were undone, and the red draft horse jumped to his hooves. Mac pushed and pulled on the ropes and bridle, but it was no good.
He was trapped. And so was River Leaf.
Two ropes on the bridle held the young paint in place. His eyes were wide with fear and he kept looking around and crying out. Crying out for his father. Wild Slate didn't appear. Mac nickered at the teenager. River Leaf looked over at him, as if just noticing him. The colt neighed back.
Their ropes were pulled on, and the two of them were led away from the open valleys of the herd's. Away from the portal that flickered, and died.
Author's Note
No, Mac helping Applejack with her bridle was not sexual. Helping her with her bridle for a rodeo would be like helping your little sister put her hair up for her dance recital or something.
Also, in case anyone is confused:
Big Mac:
Wild Slate:
River Leaf:
Dead filly (killed by mountain lion):
Cutie Mark Crusaders:
Celestia sat on the roof of the hospital, her head lowered and wings drooping. Luna stood at the top of the stairway to the roof. She looked at her elder sister and sighed. Luna walked up and sat down next to Celestia. Luna looked up at her moon and stars before she started to talk.
" The doctors said young Twilight Sparkle shall be alright."
Celestia looked over at the dark alicorn, tears in her eyes. Luna continued as if she did not see her sister crying.
" They said she used a large amount of her magic to open the portal. Any normal unicorn would have died using that much magic."
Celestia sniffed and rubbed her hoof across her eyes.
"Yeah. Twilight is amazing. It's just. . . she could have died and. . ."
Luna understood. Twilight was like Celesta's daughter, and she almost lost her today. Celestia would loose her eventually, it was the curse of immortality, but she wanted as much time with her as she could. That time was almost cut short. A great unicorn could have died today. Luna draped her wing over her sister's shoulders as Celestia's shock subsided.
Big Mac, River Leaf, and the three mares had been walking for several hours, their captors pulling them along. The open meadows and forests had been replaced by a dirt road and train tracks. In the distance, Mac could see a single building. He could smell on the wind other horses and just barely hear them. With each step closer to the area, a step farther from where he first showed up in this world, his felling of dread build. Mac wasn't positive, but he had a good idea why these aliens wanted them.
The creatures needed more servants. Like the horses who were carrying them. They were dragged over to the building. It was surrounded by several corals, each full of horses. Train tracks went down one side, and Mac realized it was a train station. Mac looked over at the closest wooden pen with maybe 30 other horses in it. All of the horses looked scared and confused. They must have been taken from their own herds. Another one of the aliens was standing there, waiting for them. One of the two-legs jumped off it's horse and went to the other two-leg.
Big Mac watched as the two of them traded round metal coins. Money. They were being sold. The two creatures shook claws and smiled. Mac, River Leaf, and the ares were shoved into the closest wooden pen. Big Mac stumbled and fell into one of the other horses. The stallion reared at Mac and bit him hard on the ear. Mac whinnied and turned away. He gave a slight buck to the other stallions chest before he shoved his way through the group.
River Leaf was at the very back of the pen, rubbing his bridle against the wood fence. Mac nickered at him and River Leaf walked over to him. Big Mac gently pulled off the bridle with his teeth. River Leaf shook his head and started rubbing his face against the fence again. It probably itched.
The ground was slick with mud and horse waste. Walking made the disgusting mixture of dirt and manure cake his hooves and fetlocks. Mac snorted and stood at the very back with River Leaf. Hours passed and Macintosh was hungry and thirsty. He walked around the edge of the fence, hoping to at least find a water trough.
There was a water trough and even some hay, but the trough had been dumped over and they hay was covered in what Mac prayed was only mud. He lowered his nose to the hay, but quickly drew back. Not mud. He pushed River Leaf back over to the far back of the pen and stood there with him. They were both hungry, thirst, tired, and covered in filth. Not only that, but Mac's bridle was really starting to bug him.
Hours passed as the evening came and went and the moon took the sun's place. Big Mac looked up at the unfamiliar stars and sighed. He wanted to go home. Hay, even the open meadows with the herd was better than this. The farm worker rested his head on the fence and fell into an uneasy sleep.
The sound of a train whistle startled Mac awake. He was shoved up against River Leaf, who would have fallen over if not for the fence. Mac nipped at the mare who shoved into them. She snorted in his face bit him on the shoulder. Mac tried to send the mare away, but there wasn't enough room for her to move. The sound of the train had the all the horses in every pen in a frenzy. One of the horses in the center of the group tripped, and fell on her side. Before she could get up, she was stepped on by the hooves of her companions. Mac pressed up against River Leaf, keeping him against the pen's side. He would not let the teenager end up in the center.
The train reached the station and the brakes hissed. The horses were rearing and biting and bucking, anything to get away. Mac's own instincts demanded that he flee, but his rational mind knew there was no escape. Yet.
Several men jumped out of the train and opened a wood cargo box. A plank with tall railings was placed in the small opening in the train box. The other side was lowered to the gate door of the pen. The gate opened and the herd surged. Most jumped back, but a few brave ones approached the plank. There was a thud next to Mac and he looked over. One of the two-legs had climbed and jumped into the pen. Right next to River Leaf and Big Mac.
The herd, Mac and River Leaf included, pushed away from the back of the pen. The ones in the front were pushed up onto the plank and into the train. Five horses were loaded and the gate was shut in the pen, while the crate's doors were closed and locked.
The train's engine sputtered slightly, moving forward just enough for the next cargo box to be inline with the gate.
Five horses at a time were loaded. Soon enough, Mac was being ushered up into the train. River Leaf cried out and Big Mac looked over his shoulder. The gate was closed. River Leaf was going into another crate. Mac backed up, unable to turn around in the small space the plank gave. He kicked at the gate. The two-legs barked and yowled at him and one hit him with a switch on his flank.
Mac gave a short whinny and was forced onto the train. He glanced back at River Leaf as the cargo door was shut and locked. Three stallions and a mare were in the train box with him. The train lurched forward slightly before stopping again. Big Mac could hear the compartment next to his being loaded. He could only hope that River Leaf was there and okay.
It took nearly an hour for the train to be loaded. The machine blew it's whistle, scaring ever horse it held, before it started up. Mac swayed with the motion as he hung his head low. He had a sinking feeling he may never get home.
Celestia sat by Twilight's bed side. The young mare was deep asleep, full of good dreams. Luna had made sure of that. Celestia sighed leaned back against the wall. The door to the hospital room slammed open, startling the princess before she could get comfortable.
One of her guards stood there, trying to catch his breath.
"For-give m-me your high-highness."
The stallion paused taking another deep breath.
Celestia nodded to him.
"Yes, Rapid Star? What is the problem?"
"Your Majesty! The violin is gone!"
Mac wasn't sure how long he had been on the train before it finally stopped. Light started to rise outside as the morning came before the machine slowed and halted. Big Mac stood close to the other horses in his train car. They may not be friends, but a common enemy and situation pushed them together.
The car door opened and Macintosh was momentarily blinded by the morning sun. He blinked a couple times to find another closed over ramp leading down into a pen full of horses. Only difference was that there were many more horses, and even more two-legs. Mac's rump was slapped and he stumbled down the ramp. A high whinny had him looking up, searching the crowd. River Leaf was rearing up as he called out.
Big Mac worked his way over to his friend, who had his bridle put back on him. River Leaf pulled on Mac's mane, leading him over to the side of the pen. There was a water trough and a pile of hay. The water wasn't perfectly clean, bits of hay were in it, but it was better than nothing. His thirst quenched, Big Mac stood next to River Leaf and watched.
There were many two-legs, all of them examining the horses. Almost as soon as Mac was off the train a two-leg was talking to another Duo Pedes and pointing at him. It nodded and gathered another one of its companions. Mac watched as one of the aliens stood on the fence with a lasso in hand. It threw the rope which easily wrapped around Big Mac's neck, who was unable to move away in the crowd.
Mac was pulled away by the rope. He tossed his head and dug in his hooves, but it was no use. He had to move forward or he'd lose the ability to breathe past the tightness of the lasso. River Leaf tried to follow him, and started to cry out when he couldn't Mac turned his head back as far as he could and nickered at him.
'Stay.'
The two-legs had now pulled him to the edge of the fence, where there was a gate. The gate was opened and Mac was shoved into a single stall, barely big enough for him to turn around. The biped who had pointed him out looked at him. He circled the three sides of the stall and smiled. The two-leg reached between the bars and patted Mac on his shoulder. Mac pulled away was snorted at the man.
Man. Humans! That's why these aliens seemed so familiar. Anypony in Ponyville who knew Lyra had heard more than enough about these 'humans'. To think that Lyra had actually been correct.
The human walked away as the other humans reached into the stall. One of the 'hands' was reaching for his head. Mac snapped at the hand, purposely missing it. He really didn't want to hurt anypony. Several men reached in and before Mac could decide what to do, his bridle had been removed. Before long, a truck with a small train car on the back was parked in front of the stall.
Ph-bb-bb-bbh
Mac looked to his left to find River Leaf standing next to him on the other side of the fence. River Leaf was pressed up against the far side of the pen by the other horses, but he didn't seem to mind. The young wild colt, at the cusp of stallionhood, looked at him with sad eyes. Mac looked over at the human with the truck. He was handing the other men money. Big Mac had just been bought, and River Leaf had not.
Mac stomach dropped as he realized this may be the last time he'll ever see his friend again. They may have only known each other for five days, but they had become good friends. Mac nickered at the colt, who blew in his face. River Leaf nibbled on Mac's mane slightly before Big Mac's head was pulled away.
Macintosh whinnied in surprise. Two of the humans had his ears and were pulling his head up. Another stuck one of its claws into his mouth, behind his teeth. Head held high and mouth forced open, another bridle was placed on him. Only this one had a strange metal piece that was shoved in his mouth.
The metal bit was cold and held Mac's tongue down. Big Mac gave one last glance at River Leaf before the pen was opened and the farm pony was pulled onto the odd trailer. The doors slammed behind him and the truck started off. Within minuets of being there, Big Macintosh had been bought. He could hear the screeching of River Leaf starting to fade. Mac closed his eyes. He wanted to cry, but no tears came.
Celestia watched as Applejack and Applebloom cried, their grandmother holding them. Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie sat together, Pinkie was crying while Rainbow Dash seemed to be in shock. Rarity hung her head as she watched the Apple family cry. Celestia was not sure where Fluttershy was, but she suspected the mare had gone home to hide. It was probably too much for her.
And Twilight. Twilight was still at the hospital, asleep. Her brother and sister-in-law were with her, Luna standing guard.
Princess Celestia looked back to the center of the library's basement. The violin was gone. There was no physical evidence that it had ever even been there. The princess turned and stormed from the room, passing by two little fillies who were headed towards Applebloom.
Celestia reached the main part of the library and motioned over her assistant.
"Ocean Wave, send letters to all the leaders of every nation"
Ocean Wave stopped.
"Every nation?"
"Yes. The griffons, zebras, caribou, dragons. Everypony. Tell them that there is a meeting in three days in Canterlot, and they must all attend. Not a request, and order."
Ocean Wave gulped, but nodded. The mare scrambled away to get her work done.
Celestia sighed. She would have every living being in Equestria looking for this violin.
Author's Note
Wow, Celestia's pullin' some strings!
The reason Mac was bought so quickly is because he's a draft horse. The humans probably think that a draft horse got loose and bred with a wild mustang, which resulted in Mac.
Also, it's about 1920 in the human world.
