Live A Life, or Forge It

Five days had passed, since Venicio had left Apple's house, for the Royal Palace.

Five days.

But to Applejack, it seemed a much longer time.

The orange farmer pony knew that it was, indeed, a good thing, because it meant that she had modeled a very good pony, if he was chose to be accepted in the Royal Palace.

However, at the same time, she didn't felt ready for letting him go; and the fact that all was left vague to her didn't left Applejack totally sure, about letting him go.

He could have been chosen for be one of the next Bearers, once they will be gone... or a super soldier.

Use his adopted son Venicio as High-Level Secretary; or as Royal Executioner.

Basically, Applejack just gave blank paper for use Venicio.

And now, five days later, Applejack was called back to Canterlot, along with the Bearers of the Elements, for attend to a very unique event: the “Human Revelation”.

Applejack never heard of said “humans”, outside of the mythology books, and some low-end sci-fi novels.

And now she was “invited” to participate to the “Revelation” of said creature in Canterlot.

Applebloom told Applejack that the “Human Revelation” had something to do with Venicio, but the yellow young mare refused to expand her point about how Venicio, a colt, could be involved in a very special event that featured a mythological monster; but the orange pony guessed that it was just a baseless theory, coming from that silly filly of her sister Applebloom.

And now, Applejack was standing, with all her friends, on the sides of a light green carpet, and she was quite nervous, like everyone there.

Rarity was munching the extreme of her orderly-combed hair, and she  didn't seemed going to stop anytime soon.

Applejack was tipping alternately her left-rear and right-front hooves.

Fluttershy was trying to hide herself in her own mane.

Rainbow Dash was alternating between grind her teeth, and murmur something at low voice.

Twilight stood perfectly calm and still, like if she was a statue, and not a flesh and bone pony.

Pinkie Pie was skipping on place, like her usual self, and seemed totally unaffected by the atmosphere of the moment.

After several minutes of waiting, a door, situated at the extreme of the green carpet, started to open up slowly, attracting the attention of everyone.

The six bearers stood perfectly still, looking at the big decorated door on the speech balcony, that separated the external from the Secondary Emergency Council Chamber.

Finally, the door opened completely, and, from it, a bipedal figure, dressed with some kind of brown military uniform, of the one used by the officers behind the front lines, exited, and slowly waved his arms in sign of respectful greet.

His peculiarities, over to  his composure, and, clearly, the fact that the human was an aline, were his “accessories”: an olive-green belt was around his supposed “flank”, on this belt, a “L” shaped black box was hanging; on his left shoulder, a strange contraption was also hanging: said contraption was formed by an odd stretched box, with a smaller tube coming out of it, under said box, there was a smaller box, that seemed detachable from the main body, near the detachable box, an handle, and a trigger.

The right shoulder had a green rope with tassels.

On the head of the human, there was a black hat, resembling a circular helmet: over said hat helmet, three black feathers of unknown provenience were there. On the front of the helmet, a three-colored cockade was there, and, over the cockade, a golden pin an intricate design.

Both the higher and lower limbs were covered in black: however, while the lower limbs had a more bulkier look, and gave to the human a very heavy step; the “gloves” over his upper limbs gave him a sense of elegance instead.

His appearance got the attention of all six bearers: between a Rarity disgusted by the very pale colors of the uniform, but fascinated by the hat, and, especially, from the golden pin on it; Rainbow Dash that, after a rather fascinated look at the contraptions, wondered where he found such cool things; Flutttershy that just stood there in awe, in front of the human; Pinkie started to tremble with excitement, and almost skyrocketed herself in the sky; Applejack bowed her head; and Twilight Sparkle just looked at him with a gaze of curiosity.

The bipedal creature went past the six bearers, and reached his spot on the balcony: once there, a roar of awe came from the crow below.

Then he spoke up, with a very deep and intimidating voice, a voice fitting to his dress:

“Gauidite, Lauronis filii et filiae.

Venicio Euilocleo sum, et vir sum: ego sum in hunc loco forte. Pacem fero ad vos, et mali ad vos non cupio.

Cum in hunc amenum humum pervenit,  parvulum equum eram, et in Malorum domum accipitus fui, et per quinque annos in Malorum domum vixi.

Postquam impeti ab fratris meis, Lunam noxferam in regiam me portavi.

Vos Reginam, Magna Caelestia, me hospitio excepit in sua regia per quinque dies, et suam virtutem mostravit.

Postquam, Caelestia imperavit me monstrare me sibi.

Nunc, ego sum in hunc loco.

Si aliqui, nuntium, nobilem, civem, interfuit non;  me rogare, liber est facere hoc, nunc aut in regiam. “

Applejack stared amazed to the human, incredulously: the human, a beast tall like  Princess Celestia  and with an imposing look, just claimed to be the same little colt Venicio that the orange pony raised for five years.

She never thought deeply why his adopted son behaved oddly, was solitary most of the times, and could read since he was very little: he was an otherworldly begin disguised as a colt.

Pinkie Pie commented:

“Oh, so this friendly giant is your little foal, Applejack ? Well, they grow up so fast, that I missed like... 24 of his birthday parties  ! As soon he will.. ”

Applejack chuckled both to the joke, and the inability of Pinkie of NOT thinking to parties.

The orange pony kept looking at Venicio, looking at his true form, and asking to herself if still consider him a son, or not.

Yes, granted, she still had Bernarda, as daughter, but Venicio... was with her for a longer time, and she seemed appreciating Applejack's motherly behavior.

On other hand, Venicio was still a totally different creature; with totally different goals,  likely the desire of going home; and  he was an adult anyway: it was likely that he was starting to wish to separate himself from his parents, begin them his true, or adoptive ones.

Applejack's thought were interrupted by a scream coming from the crow, and the imagine of Venicio stomping... something.

The speech was going smooth: I already said my intentions, and a brief story, in Latin; repeated it in English, and now I was waiting for questions coming from the crow.

The ponies down the balcony just stood there, looking at me either in awe, or interest.

After a while, I felt something grabbing my left foot, and a rumble coming from the crowd below the balcony: some shouts, louder than the others, said: “There is another human under the balcony !”

“It's coming from a blue light !”

“What is trying to do ?”

“The humans are invading us with blue lights ! We should have seen the signs ! The blue lights...”

I realized that Fate found a clear spot for make the portal appear... pity that a well-placed kick could end the career of my brothers as assassins very quickly.

And so, as soon I felt the hand trying to trail my foot out the balcony, I rotated myself, and stomped the hand: the hand got off from my foot, only for reappear over my right foot.

After stomping it again, I decided that the best course of actions was extract the gun, find a decent spot, and fill of lead either Enrico or Diana.

And so I did: I took my gun from the holster, turned off the safety, and went distanced myself from the place where I was standing.

My reaction triggered the response of the guards, who put themselves between me, and the aggressor.

Slowly, my aggressor went over the balcony revealing herself.

It was Diana.

That was unexpected.

She was one of the most stupid people around the world.

Diana was just a bitch that counted only on her “beauty”, really thought that she could  and always refused to get dirty, and so see her trying to kill me in hand-to-hand combat seemed impossible.

And yet it was.

I said to her, taunting, and telling with a gesture to the guards to not capture her just then:

“So, what brings you there ? Are you here for reclaim your prize for your bitchiness, a life-long stay in a moist dungeon ?”

Diana put herself on two legs, and extracted a Glock:

“No, I'm here for put an end to your miserable life as beggar”

I said, pointing my Beretta towards her:

“You should be happy, if I am a 'beggar', since you wanted to reach the fame and the success, but you thought that, with part of the estate in the hands of your brothers, you could not live decently.

Well, pity that you had the moral level of a sole, and picked on your younger brother for envy.”

I clapped slowly my hands.

“Really a good choice. Really. You should get a Nobel for Peace.”

Diana raised her gun darkly:

“Watch out: I have a pistol, and I don't have problems into use it”

I grinned, and showed my assault rifle:

“I have an assault rifle, and a pistol. Your argument is invalid. Also, I'm certain that the Karma will punish you, by making the gun misfire, only to get to work when you, dumbly, look down the barrel.”

She put off the security:

“You aren't any better us: you killed Franco, and showed no remorse ! ”

I said nonchalantly:

“Indirectly: he refused to drop me, and he got killed. That's stupidity, Diana, you know ? And... how I am supposed to mourn over a titanical bastard like Franco ? He was, God-honest truth, a corrupted darwinist that didn't read a single bit of the 'Theory of Evolution', and thinks that it all about 'The strongest species wins. That's that.'. And Franco was envious of the attentions that I got for my weak immunitary system.

Overall, Franco was just a violent spoiled brat.

And you are just a girl that confuses 'zoccola' with 'actress', and, since you don't understand that, I will explain it to you: a 'zoccola' has sex for gain money, and, only occasionally, acts for pleasure; an actress acts for gain money, and has sex for breed and pleasure.

Do you understand that now ?”

Diana flailed the arm with the weapon:

“How dare you ? How you dare insult me ?”

I smirked, and said:

“Do ut des”

She said:

“Don't sue Latin phrases: you aren't talking with your faggot horse companions, you are talking with me !”

“Oh, right, I forgot: you are so coarse and stupid, that if I use Latin for talk with you, I'm committing slander to the Papal State.

Well, no wonder: Franco killed himself y trying to pull me in a portal !”

Diana's voice got angrier:

“That wasn't stupidity, that was bravery: he decided to take you to Fate, instead of do the easy way, and come back with a rifle”

I had an idea for use her idiocy to my advantage:

“So, since you are pointing to me a pistol, are you saying, implicitly, that you are a coward ? You should get me in close quarters.”

My sister threw away the gun into the crowd, and extracted a knife, then said:

“You are right Venicio.” She chuckled “Now, I will show you some moves that I learned over years. Don't worry, it won't hurt a bit, wittle Venicio”

I told the guard to raise the spears, and I said to my jumping sister:

“Yes, it won't hurt a bit for me”.

On Diana's face terror appeared.

“Because YOU will be turned into a canapè”

The emotion stuck on my sister's face, was one of surprise to find in front of her the death for her total idiocy.

The result of Diana's impaling was... quite a mess, to say at least, but I didn't minded it much.

However, some guards were disgusted, that disgusted that one of them almost puked, and started to wonder where that soldiers came from; and, behind me, a certain yellow pegasus fainted, while the other five stared in horror, wondering what just happened.

The crowd was in revolt, and asked for answers about what happened.

I returned to the balcony, and said:

“Una stulta soror verum evasit”

Indeed: a stupid sister just got turned into a piece of meat cooked on a spit.

Half of the multitude was left confused, the other half stared at me fearfully: clearly, the half staring at me understood that someone was dead... but not who.

After that, I left the word to Princess Celestia, in hope she could calm down her subjects, and returned to Diana's body, ready for tear off the corpse from the spear.

As soon I reached Diana's body, thought, I noticed a little streak of blood floating hour Diana's waist: said blood was up in the air, without anything that could sustain it: it seemed, simply, levitating without support.

I touched the area around the trickle of floating blood, and noticed that there was something resembling a rope, around Diana's waist.

Since I was curious to know where the rope lead, I shook it for five times the rope, for spread the blood further.

However, at the fifth shake, a portal, in the classical form a blue light appeared, and dragged me in.

As soon I was in, and saw a swirling white space, I understood where I was going to go, and smiled evily: the rope was an emergency tool for create a portal everywhere the rope carrier was.

Fate designed it to be used by smart people.

Pity that Diana wasn't a smart woman, and that I had found out the rope.

After passing in the swirling space, I arrived in Fate's throne room.

How I could tell it ?

First of all, the walls were colorful, spacing form bright green, to purple, giving a sense of nausea to whoever watched them.

On the floor, innumerable statues; dolls and so on lied around the red marble floor: said toys were mostly of lead or copper, but some of them were of silver, gold, platinum and God knows what other materials.

In front of me, a small pink plataform, connected to ground by a small stair was there.

On top of that platform, a small kid with a plastic crown and a blue night dress was sitting on a small plastic chair.

The kid was blowing bubbles, and eating a sandwich, totally unaware of my arrival.

Either way, he was too distracted for notice me, or the Eternal Toddler simple thought that he could stop me anytime.

Poor idiot.

I faked a cough, and said:

“Buongiorno, Signor Fato, grandissimo figlio di troia, quest' oggi ho un regalo per lei...”

The Eternal Toddler stopped blowing bubbles, and said:

“What you said ?”

I said, the same phrase, this time in English:

“Good Morning, Mr. Fate, great son of a bitch, today I have a present for you...”

Fate, surprisingly, said:

“Watch your language ! Otherwise, I won't accept your gift !”

Well, he wasn't aware of the danger.

I said, while preparing myself for charging:

“The swears will be soon your last concern...”

And so I ran over the Fate, jumped over the platform, and punched Fate in the face.

The kid started to cry.

I packed a punch to his face, breaking his nose, who started to bleed.

Then packed another one.

And another one.

And another one.

And another one.

When I was tired of punching him, I decided to pass to slap and kicks.

When I got tired ALSO of that, I passed to more brutal approach.

While I was doing so, Fate begged me to stop, saying that he was going to call some muscular far relative; that he was going to make me pay, once it ended; or that he was going to forge again all the destines that I wished to change.

I answered, respectively:

“I would be afraid of it, if it was true: having no relatives is one of the disadvantages of begin immortal, dear Fate. Now take our beating medicine like the man you aren't.”

“I have severed your chains, and no one is going to wish me dead anytime soon: how do you think to make me pay ?”

“I don't care I am fateless”

After some beating, I stopped: in front of me, a bleeding; heavily-breathing; crying Fate was curled up in the chair.

Fate's plastic crown had a close encounter with the owner's anus; the night vest was almost no more than a bunch of destroyed rags; and his glowing belt was still intact, for some reason.

What about me ?

My sleeves had a lot of spots of blood and mucus; I was feeling warmed up, and, yet relieved; I felt like a god, thinking what I had done: punched, and actually won in a fight, Fate, the controller of the lives of everyone on Earth.

Granted, he was a child.

But he could have answered with a lighting bolt; an arrow; a drop of acid... everything.

And, yet, the Eternal Toddler turned himself into a punching bag for my pleasure.

When I went down the platform, I screamed triumphantly:

“I am strong, you are weak; I am smart, you are stupid, AND I WON, LITTLE BUGGER !”

Then I felt that something was missing, something of... important.

Then I remembered.

I was lacking of trophy proving that I beat Fate.

In a normal case, I would have took his head, but, since it's an immortal god, I guessed that I needed to took one of his few clothings.

I returned near the weeping and bleeding kid, took out the knife, and tried to cut the glowing belt.

However, the belt didn't got cut by the knife.

I've tried several times, until, annoyed, I decided to just steal it by taking it off the normal way.

And so I did: I had in my hands, Fate's belt.

Satisfied, I put it on my waist, and went towards the portal that brought me there in the first place.

However, as soon I went near the portal, a door broke out: instinctively, I prepared my assault rifle, and said:

“Who is there ?”

Then I saw who was.

Enrico.

My last brother.

A dickhead like few.

He was so dumb, that actually needed an explanation by me, for understand that I hated begin beat by him and the others.

However, that day, Ernico's neurons activated again, since he put his arms in the air, and said:

“I surrender, Venicio. I will do everything. Everything, I swear !”

I went near him, ready for shoot him in the face, and re color Fate's playroom with red.

The red of blood.

While I was moving towards him, I said:

“So, we meet again, my dear brother.”

He trembled:

“I swear, I didn't wished you dead !”

I put the safety off.

“Nice try, Enrico, but you don't fool me: you are alone, without Fate's help, without your mortal allies, unarmed.

It is time to pay the price of” I cocked the first bullet “Of stupidity”

However, as soon I said that words, a strong hiss came behind: I rotated myself to see what was going on behind me...