The full moon was shining bright in the night sky as its white and soft light washed over the dunes and plains of the afghan desert. The wind blowing a light breeze taking a few specks of sand with it. Here and there a cacti could be seen. In the middle of said peaceful desert stood a not so peaceful little village, the reigning silence since long gone and replaced by the sounds of firefight. Bullets hitting and destroying cover, grenades exploding and the wounded screaming in pain.
For 40 year old SAS Captain Éire Dunwall and his squad this was supposed to be a regular, stealthy assassination mission. They were tasked with killing an insurgent lieutenant by the name of Benghazi Barazu, who also had strong connections to al-Qaeda. The Intel they received assured he was located in the small village of Bazakuri, in which Éire and his squad now where. However, everything had gone to shit, they were expecting them, and Benghazi was nowhere around. To make matters worse, they couldn’t communicate with HQ, it seems they were being jammed.
The squad was formed by four soldiers. Captain Éire Dunwall, he was a red headed Irishman, fairly tall, and he had deep dark green eyes that could pierce your soul; he was currently taking cover behind a brick wall as the ak-47 bullets impacted on the other side, eating through his only cover. His beige vest was dirty with sand and little pieces of cement and rock that once were houses, his helmet had a big dent in it. He was clutching his L85A2 close to him, his L9A1 pistol on the holster in his right thigh, his Military Tactical Knife SharkM2 on its sheath in his left thigh.
The next one was Lieutenant Barry Strongheld. The short, black haired, brown eyed lad lay dead next to Éire. Three 7.62x39mm bullets in his belly had cut through flesh and broken bone, tearing everything in their path. The poor soldier’s uniform completely wet with blood.
As for the two Second Lieutenants...A grenade had exploded between them, complete tearing them apart and dismembering them. A shower of gore on the ground nearby, splats of blood, organs and members lying around.
Back to the last survivor of this unlucky SAS squad. Éire knew he had to move soon, otherwise the ak-47 rounds would kill him once they finished destroying his cover, which would happen soon. He dropped to the ground just as the upper part of the cement wall above him exploded in a thousand pieces from the power of the enemy assault rifles. There was a single moment of peace, an opportunity to turn this battle around. He knew that two insurgents were on the windows of the house thirty metres from his cover, and one was on the house to the left.
He looked at his gear, one grenade left. ‘It could come in handy later...’ he thought ‘Fuck it, it is now or never.’ He took out the grenade, pulled the pin, and, without looking, threw it in the general direction of the hostiles.
He heard them scream panic and took his chance. He went back to a crouching position, looked over his cover, aim at the hostile on the house to the left and pulled the trigger.
The hammer hit the primer of the 5.56x45mm NATO bullet, igniting the white powder, which in turn combusted and exploded, making the assault rifle spit the bullet forwards. A split second later the projectile reached its target and went right through the Arab man’s forehead, instant death. A second later the grenade exploded hurling shrapnel everywhere, but harming no one as it exploded far enough from the house it didn’t damage the walls or injured the two men inside. Captain Dunwall shifted his aim towards the other house, but it was too late as he was already targeted by one of his enemies, which fired his gun. The ak-47 kicked back as it fired the lead round which quickly found its way in and out Éire’s ribcage, barely missing his heart and arteries.
He let go of his rifle and fell to the ground screaming in pain as he clutched his wound, blood pouring out at an alarming fast rate.
He just lay there, his hand on his wound, forcing his eyes closed and gritting his teeth in agony.
He heard footsteps approach and could distinguish two voices speaking arabic.
Éire opened his eyes slightly and saw two insurgents stand above him. “ماذا نفعل معه (What do we do with him?)” one of them asked. Both of them wore regular civilian clothes, but had their head covered with a white cloth.
“واصيب، أننا لا نستطيع ترك له هناك. ما سبيل المثال من شأنه أن يكون لابني (He is injured, we can’t leave him there. What example would that be to my son?)” his comrade replied.
The first man nodded and crouched next to him.
“ماذا تفعلين (What Are you doing?!)” a voiced yelled.
“نحن نذهب ليشفيه (We are going to heal him.)”
“ماذا؟ هذا هو الكافر حثالة (What? This is infidel scum!)” a third man with a revolver in his hand came into view. He was wearing white robes and too had his face covered.
“ولكن اصيب، وقال انه لا يمكن ان تتحرك حتى (But he is injured, he can’t even move).”
“هذا الرجل هو قتل أطفالنا واغتصاب نسائنا (This man is killing our children and raping our women!)”
“ماذا؟! هذا الرجل يكذب على الجرح الأرض- (What?! This man is lying on the ground woun-)”
“أسكت (SILENCE!)” the person wearing the white robes aimed his revolver at Éire’s head.
“P-please...” said the Captain, his hands were now shaking.
“وداعا (Goodbye.)” the third insurgent said and then a loud gunshot was heard.
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“But Shiny!” pouted Cadence.
“I said no, honey.” Shining Armour replied as he walked around the crystal throne room. So majestic it was, that city of Crystal. Encircled and protected by a dome of blue magic emanating from the powerful Crystal Heart.
The pink alicorn let out an exasperated sigh. “I tell you, I’ve been feeling a dark magic pulse all week. And it’s not too far away from here!”
Now it was Shining’s turn to sigh. “Look honey. I can’t send a squad of guards into the freezing cold just because you felt something weird. I’m sorry but I can’t put my soldiers through that just because of a haunch.”
“But-” the princess of love was going to argue, but realized it was useless. “Fine. But if something happens, remember I told you so.”
“Okay honey.” Prince Armour said, the reply was more automatic than anything else.
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Éire felt he was being pulled down, he opened his eyes and realized he was in a dark place, much like a void. He looked around but he only saw darkness, he suddenly became aware that he was falling at a great speed. He tried to move and to scream but couldn’t, he could only roll his eyes around staring at the eternal darkness.
His heart was racing and pounding as he fell through the dark void, he was scared. What the hell was going on? The speed continued to pick up and he started to feel a tingling sensation in his head, then his chest, and then the rest of his body. In a second, the tingling sensation turned into pain, a pain which grew more and more every second that passed.
He felt a pressure on his chest, he started falling faster, the pain increased.
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Éire woke up screaming, stood up and started running in panic until he tripped with a rock and fell down into the snow, panting heavily.
He got ahold of himself, sat up, and looked around. He was in a snowy landscape, the wind blowing hard. He looked up but could not see the sky because of the amount of snow that was falling from the sky.
He checked his equipment. He still had his vest; his L85A2 with six magazines, including the one already loaded in the rifle; his L9A1 pistol with three magazines, including the loaded one; his combat knife and flare gun which he would not use since no one would see it.
He put his right hand on his head, the helmet was still there. He felt around for his canteen but didn’t find it. Nor did he have a backpack with MREs. ‘Where am I? What the fuck is going on? Is this a prank? Was I on a mission?’
Then it hit him. He was lost in the snowy arctic cold in what could be described as a blizzard with his desert gear as his only protection against the incredibly low temperatures, no food nor water.
But still...How had he gotten there? Wasn’t he in the desert? Where was his squad? He felt something was very wrong, but decided that things would be even worse if he didn’t find shelter.
With that in mind, he put on his desert goggles, which came in handy in this snowy shithole, and started jogging through the snow so that the movement would keep his body warm for a little longer. However, his legs and arms were already numb and he was shivering violently, the cold slowly reading his chest and head.
He stopped and dug a hole in the snow two times bigger than him, he got in there and digged a little deeper in the part of the hole where he wasn’t crouching. He had learn that in the SAS, the cold would go to the deeper part of the hole and the heat would stay with him. It partially worked since he felt the cold stop advancing on his body, but it wasn’t good enough. He needed real shelter. He stood up and looked around, nothing could be seen. ‘Fuck! This is bloody bollocks! There is nothing around here! No-- What is that’. He saw something in the distance. It was a shiny light, that was all, but it was still his best chance.
Éire took a deep breath, jumped out the hole and sprinted in the direction of what he had seen. The only sound he could hear came from his footsteps on the snow and the jangle of his equipment.
He knew his situation was desperate and that he was probably going to die, but couldn’t avoid feeling sort of relaxed in the relatively peaceful silence that reigned in this ‘Snowy shithole’ as he had taken to calling it.
He realized that all this time he was looking down as he sprinted so that he wouldn’t trip over any rock or falling into any hole on the snow. So he looked up and saw the city was much closer by now. So close, in fact, that he could distinguish it was engulfed in a kind of blue-ish shiny bubble, inside there seemed to by a tall tower resembling the Eiffel Tower.
Suddenly he heard a scream followed by a roar. ‘Civilization! People! Was that a bear? Good, a meal for tonight.’ he thought, but then realized something. That scream was a female one, it actually sounded like a little girl, and there also was the roar of a bear...Little girl, bear. ‘SHIT!’ he started sprinting as fast as he could towards the source of the commossion.
He could hear them very close, but did not see them due to the blizzard which had just gotten much intense. Éire failed to see the sloped down snow and fell forwards losing grasp of his rifle, he rolled in until he reached plain snow, his L85A2 landing somewhere near him.
He got up looked down to see a polar bear in position to attack a little horse which was so small it barely reached his upper thighs, both looking at him. The little horse was crying, clearly scared of the polar bear. A little further there were two other bigger yet dead horses, the snow beneath them stained crimson red. One of them had a slitted throat and the other one’s gut was clearly showing, some intestines out touching the snow.
The bear was going to kill the other horse. Usually he would just walk away. But this was an animal like he’d never seen before, its eyes showed it was scared of Éire too, but also pleading him to save it.
The SAS soldier moved his right hand to grab his pistol but the predator was faster and swiped him with his unusually long claws, the blow directed at his belly. However, due to the magazines in Éire’s vest all the bear did was scratch the bullet holders and rip the magazine pockets: The predator did however continue the swipe and slashed the human’s lower right arm with its three claws.
He yelped in pain and dropped the handgun, lucky it wasn’t a deep cut. The bear lunged again, but Éire was ready as he moved to the side and drew his knife. The white haired ball of death hit the snow and the Captain embedded his knife in its back. The bear roared in pain and, in one swift motion éire did not expect, stabbed one of its sets of three claws into his belly and then jerked its paw back.
Dunwall grunted in pain and fell backwards into the snow. The bear walked up to him, and then stood on two legs, ready to give the killing blow. Éire frantically used his arms to push himself back when he felt something with his right hand, he looked to the side, it was his assault rifle. He quickly grab it and, without even aiming, sprayed the bear, which in turn fell backwards as it growled in pain. Its once pure white fur now being stained red by the blood emanating from the bullet holes.
The human got up started to walk only to feel an agonizing pain shot from his belly as he took the first step, making him fall to his knees. Using all the strength he had, he holstered his pistol and crawled towards the little horse; though due to its size he thought it would be more appropriate to call it pony.
The pony in question had a quite shiny white coat, a lively red mane and tail, dark green eyes just like Éire’s and a...Horn?. Even though it was scared to the marrow and wanted to run away, it couldn’t, it was in shock.
He got next to her and half whispered half stuttered “H-hey the-ere. I-I w-will no-ot-t h-hurt you.”. In that moment, he collapsed to the ground as the pain momentarily took over his body and then receded back to his belly. He got to a crouching position ‘The city.’ he looked to the pony, he wanted to leave it there, he wouldn’t make it if he had to carry it, but he just couldn’t. His vest and uniform in his thighs were covered with blood.
Summoning all his strength; he picked up the pony and rifle with his left arm, clutched his wound with his right hand and started walking towards the city. Each step he took shot pain through his body. He felt like giving up at a moment , but shook that thought off his head ‘I’m a fucking SAS soldier, I was trained for this. I will NOT give up.’
He continued walking, the trek seemed like an eternity, the cold and pain making everything harder.
Finally the city was at less than one hundred metres. Suddenly, Éire’s strength banished and he collapsed to the ground dropping the pony and panting hard. He felt the distinct cold and dark of death embrace him. ‘N-No...Fuck no...’
With herculean efforts, Éire gritted his teeth and got up. He picked up the pony and continued. As he neared the protective transparent blue-ish bubble he noticed that inside there wasn’t even a snowdrop, it actually seemed like it was...sunny?.
He walked through the bubbled and stepped through the green field that led to the shiny city. Then he collapsed for good, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get up. In that instant he remembered something ‘Flare gun.’ and so, with the last of his strength, he took the small flare gun out of it’s holster in the upper left part of his vest, aimed at the sky, pulled the trigger and immediately passed out.
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Cadence was sitting in front of her desk. A mountain of papers in front of her. Her magic gripping a quill as she signed important documents and wrote letters to different world leaders.
Since the Crystal Empire was a new country, there was a lot to deal with. Like catching up to the current technology, economy and worldwide political relations.
This day had been exhausting. Signing crap, writing crap, crappy meetings, not to mention looking for a personal guard. It was tradition that the leader of the Crystal Empire had a personal guard.
Suddenly, something catches her eye. She looks out the window and sees a red flare leaving a trail through the sky and then explode in the air.
“Shiny Shield!” she called one of her guards “Gather ten guards right now!”
The pony saluted and bolted off to the barracks.
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Cadence and ten guards arrive where she had seen the flare being shot out from. She can only stare as the scene before her.
A bipedal creature wearing clothes was laying in a pool of its own blood, a filly crystal pony with her blood covered coat no older than the CMC with tears running down her eyes was nuzzling it, hoping for it to wake up.
Author's Note
This is my second fic. I'd like to think I have gotten better at writting since I started.
Anyways I hope you enjoyed the first part of this story and want more. And if you did enjoy it, please like and favourite it, it means a lot to me.
Éire became conscious, but instead of opening his eyes he kept them closed and started to slowly feel around with his body.
He felt his shirt and underwear were still with him. He felt he was on a bed but there were no sheets. Straps, his wrists and ankles were strapped to the edge of the bed with what felt like small leather belts.
He could also feel a little discomfort on his right arm and belly. ‘oh, the bear, right. There was also a little horse...pony? What the hell happened?’
Dunwall finally decided to open his eyes, he was not met with what he expected. The room he was in was not very big. To his right, there was a big window. He noticed he was in a high building ‘The tower...’ he could see the whole city, and the peo- creatures that inhabited it. More ponies just like the ones he had saved.
To his left there was a small wooden night table. He looked at his body, he was indeed strapped to the bed.
But what shocked him the most was that there was a pony standing right there in front of him. It had a red coat, blue mane, dark blue eyes and a short sword tattoo on its ass. It turned around and left the room through a set of white double doors. Its hooves hitting the floor the only sound that could be heard.
Èire was just lying there in silence lost in his thoughts, which were mainly of the sort of ‘Where in bloody fuck am I’ when he heard several sets of hooves approach his room. Through the door entered several ponies. All had a different set of mane and fur colour.
There were two that looked like normal miniature ponies ‘Okay...’.Three, including the little one he had saved, which had horns ‘What?’. Two who had wings ‘What?!’. And finally, four who had wings AND horns ‘WHAT?!’.
While the pony he had saved reached up to his thighs; a regular sized one was as tall as his chest; and the ‘special ones’ he called them, were slightly taller.
The little pony with the shiny coat started approaching him when a purple pony with wings and horn spoke. Yes, it bloody spoke. “Wait! Don’t go near him! At least not yet.”
‘But...How...They could speak? He could understand them? In the SAS I was trained to keep my cool under a hail of bullets and artillery shells, not this.’
Putting all the ‘What the fuck is going on?’ thoughts aside, he spoke. “Where am I?”
A white one with wings and horns which had what seemed like an ethereal mane took a step forward. “Who are you?” her voice was a kind, motherly one. But Éire also felt an air of authority in it.
He sighed “Captain Éire Dunwall, 22nd Special Air Service regiment. Who are you and where am I?”
“I am Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestria. but right now you are in the Crystal Empire, lead by Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.” Celestia pointed towards a pink pony with, wait for it, horns and wings too!
The special one in question walked up to him, putting on her best ‘I mean business’ face. However, a veteran SAS soldier like him could see right through that. Éire though he would started calling them ‘he’ and ‘she’ instead of ‘it’, since there were clearly sentient and intelligent beings.
Cadenza was now to the left of his bed, she fixed him with a long intimidating-wanna-be stare and then spoke. “What were you doing covered in blood with one of my subjects? Answer me truthfully or you’ll feel my wrath.”
Dunwall had to suppress a giggle, this was a young ruler. “Listen mate, you really need to work on your intimidation, you don't scare me a bit.” Princess Mi Amore’s jaw feel a little and so did her act. “As for your question. I saved that little one over there for a polar bear, sustaining heavy injuries in the process. I carried her here, and, with the last of my strength, fired my flare gun.” he looked at the filly with sympathy for a second, before turning his head back to Cadenza “She...I also saw two other dead ponies there. I...I think they were her parents...”
This was incredibly hard for Éire to day, since he had lost all his family too when he was little. Though he had learned to deal with it, it was still painful to remember.
At that moment, the little shiny pony broke into tears. The purple one hugged her “There there. Don’t worry Crystal Fury, it’ll be alright.”
‘So that was her name, huh? Crystal Fury, it is a nice name.’
“How did you get here?” Celestia asked as she walked to the right side of his bed.
“I don’t know. I was...I...” suddenly, memories flashed before him. His squad being dropped off by a chopper. They silently advanced on the town. Then the insurgent opened fire on them, a bullet denting his helmet. They got to cover, behind a cement wall. A grenade had killed Mark and Tom. Then Barry got hit. And then...then a bullet reached him. There were three men, they argued for a few moments. One of them aimed at him with a pistol, he remembered looking at the barrel, he begged for his life, and then everything went black.
Then that...void? What was that? He was falling through darkness, then he felt pain. Fianlly he woke up in the snow.
“I was on a classified mission, in which me and my squad died, I don’t know why I’m here. This is probably a hallucination while I am bleeding, lying in the ground waiting to die.” he said after coming out of his trance.
“I assure you Éire, this is no hallucination.”
She was right, is this was a hallucination, why this? Why this world? Why didn’t he die before? But still, this could not be real. This was paradise perhaps? No, in what paradise does someone lose their parents? ‘Goddamn, I guess I’ll have to go along with this for now.’
“Died? Classified mission?” a special dark blue pony with a same coloured ethereal mane walked towards the end of the bed “Were you a soldier?”
“Special forces soldier, and I still am.” he looked at the straps holding him down “I’m not going anywhere.”
Celestia stared at him for a moment before turning to a white coated pony with mane that had different types of blue and nodded to him. That pony’s horn glowed blue for a second, so did the straps, and then they disappeared.
Éire had never seen anything like it and he immediately reached for his pistol only to realize he didn’t have it. He back up against his pillow as he sat on it. “What the fuck was that?!” if these ponies could make straps disappear, what else could they do with their horns?
“Relax Éire, it is just magic.” Celestia tried to comfort him.
“Just magic? J-just magic? Just magic as in ‘I use this everyday’?”
“Magic is part of the daily life of ponies, yes.”
He was in the shit. If the ponies wanted they could easily kill him with just a thought. Even though they didn’t seem hostile, you never know.
“Are you implying there's not magic in your world?!” the purple pony with wings and horns said as if he had said he didn’t know what air was.
“Oh, of course there is. I levitate bullets to my enemy's heads to kill them!” Dunwall always used sarcasm and jokes in weird situations, though this was another sort of weird it still counted.
“K-Kill?” a yellow coated and pink mane...pegasus? said horrified “You killed other beings?”
Every pony in the room except for Celestia, the blue special pony and the unicorn that had released him wore a variant of horror and a little fear in their face
‘They are horrified about war. I should have seen that coming. This world is a five year old’s mind after all.’
“Yes.” he replied with a serious face as memories of what he had seen all those years played in his mind.
“But only bad people, right?” purple spoke, until he knew their names, he’d just called them the colour of their fur.
Éire just gazed at her and then looked down. He had never killed an innocent person, but he had seen other soldiers do. And the worst part was he couldn’t do anything to stop it.
After a few moments of silence Celestia’s horn glowed, and, from below the bed, his rifle levitated to his lap. “What is this? I was told it tore holes into a big, strong polar bear as a knife through butter.” she asked. Now almost every pony in the room was backing up a bit.
Éire took the rifle, released the magazine, took out the cambered bullet, put in back in the magazine, and set the rifle down. “There, it is unloaded, it’s harmless now.” he sighed “This is an assault rifle called L85A2. It shoots 5.56x45mm NATO rounds” he showed the ponies the magazine so they could see the size of the bullets “from a 30-round magazine at 940 meters per second with a maximum effective range of 400 metres.”
Now EVERY SINGLE pony’s jaw dropped, threatening to hit the ground. At that moment a pegasus pony with blue-ish transparent, crystal maybe? armour bust through the door.
Calling to his amazing reflexes, Éire loaded the magazine into the gun, pulled the bolt chambering a bullet and aimed at said pony at an incredible speed. After a few second he realized there was no threat, so he once again unloaded the rifle and set it down.
“Yes?” Cadenza asked the guard as she raised an eyebrow.
“We found the bodies your highness. It was horrible, there were gutted an-”
“Shut your bloody mouth!” Éire yelled at him as he jerked his head towards Crystal Fury, who now was on the verge of tears.
However, that pony didn’t seem to care “What? They're her parents? Look buddy, I’m just doing my job here and giving a report. Not my fault she’s here.”
Suddenly, the SAS Captain's rage reached unimaginable levels. “Listen mate. Unless you want to get seriously hurt, get the fuck out of here now.”
The reckless guard got very angry as well, and, without warning, lunged towards Éire with his hooves aimed at his face. The human deflected the hit with his rifle and then brought the butt of the L85A2 to the temple of the pony, knocking him out.
The white pony got in a fighting position, upon seeing this, Éire reloaded the rifle and painted it to him.
“STOP! Shining Armour, stand down!” sounded dark blue’s voice.
After a few tension-filled moments, Shining relaxed and sat on his haunches, his gaze never leaving the human. In turn Dunwall set his rifle on his lap, but he did not unload it this time.
“Princesses, I have an idea.” said purple special “Leave me and him alone. I will ask him questions about he and his world and viceversa. Then I’ll make a paper with all the important information for you to read.”
Celestia pondered for a few moments before speaking “Very well.”
“Hold on. Can I have my things back please? You have my word I won't hurt anyone until they hurt me first.”
“I hope you are true to your word, Captain” and with that, she picked up the unconscious guard and walked out the room, follow by everyone except for purple special.
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Éire woke up in the same bed as the day before, except this time the ponies were nice enough to give him some sheets.
He had learned everything about Equestria. How Luna and celestia moved the sun and moon. All the species of ponies, and different creatures of the world. The polar bear he fought was actually called White Great Bear (No shit.) and it was one of the fiercest animals in the Arctic North, killing it was very hard, even with magic; however, it seems to have a weakness to lead projectiles.
He also had to comfort Twilight when she broke out crying when he told him about the horrible things of his world. He clearly didn’t fit here, at least not ponyland. She had told him the griffons and monatuars were constantly at war with the Diamond Dogs.
During several times in the talk he wanted to shot himself in the head due to the terrible horse puns that named the different cities.
The little filly Crystal Fury was out with her parents going to a place where it was a family tradition to take the children so they could be blessed by ‘Faust’, which apparently was their version of God. Interestingly enough, despite coming from a christian country like Ireland Éire didn’t believe in any god. So in his mind, they had died for nothing.
He sighed as he climbed down the bed and put on his trousers, then his shirt, strapped on his vest, put on his boots and gloves, strapped the helmet, checked his weapons and ammo and finally picked up his rifle.
Since he had been out for three days and his wounds had almost healed by now. Twilight would be there to pick him up and take him to the throne room.
‘Poor pony. Lost her parents at this age. What are they going to do with her?’ Éire, for some strange reason, cared about Crystal Fury. He felt responsible for her.
There was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Twilight entered the room. “Hi. Everyone already read the paper I wrote and know everything about you and your world. How are you feeling today?”
“I’m grand, thank you.”
“Good, shall we go?”
“Lead the way.”
“Okay.” she powered up her horn.
“What a-” was all the human could say before he felt a tingling sensation all around his body as he entered a purple void, and then just appeared in the throne room. He dropped to all four panting. “What the fuck did you do?!”
“I just teleported us.”
“TELEPORTED?!” after a little while he gathered himself, stood up, and looked around. At the end of the room there was a throne, in the other end a large set of double doors, a few windows, everything made of crystal; and that was pretty much it.
In front of him he saw everyone that was in the room the day yesterday except for Crystal Fury.
“Hello Éire, I hope the ride was a pleasant one.” Celestia said with a bemused smile.
“Fucking grand. So what are we doing here?”
“We are here to discuss what to do with you.”
“All right...Oi, what about the filly?”
“Since there is no one that can take care of her, we’ll put her in an orphanage in Equestria.”
Orphanage...He remembered his orphanage, it was horrible. The owners hit him; the food were processed turds; the beds were old, broken and uncomfortable; the other kids all made fun of eachother. He cherished the day he escaped that shit hole and joined the army.
He was not about to let that kid endure that “I can take care of her.”
“What?” Twilight was taken back by what the human had just said.
“I said I will take care of her.”
“Listen Éire, I know what you went through in your childhood and I know it was not nice at all. But this is simply not possible. I swear she’ll be in the best orphanage in Equestria.”
“That is the same I was told before I ended that in that place! Look, I saved her, I obviously mean no harm. Yesterday she wanted to be with them more than she wanted to be with you.”
“Éi--”
“Please, look, if you aren’t happy with how we live I will give her up.”
Celestia stared at him.
“Tia.” Cadence said “I will give them a place to live in the city and will personally watch over them. Give him a chance.” she could feel that he did care about the filly.
“Very well. However, there is one slight problem, two actually. One is introducing you to the world, the other one is what will you work as.”
Éire meditated for a second and then looked at Cadence “Didn’t Twilight say you were looking for a personal guard?”
The princess of love tough about it for a second “Yes I am. I never heard of a human personal guard before, but any creature can be. However, if you want to be my personal you must first pass some tests.”
“Alright.”
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Éire was standing in the training grounds outside the Tower. He had his rifle, pistol and knife taken from him.
In front of him, two pegasus crystal guards, two earth ponies and two unicorns.
The Earth ponies moved to flank him and the pegasi took flight while the unicorns just stood there.
‘If only I had a beer right now...’
Author's Note
Second chapter. I hope you liked it.
Also, if you like WW2 be sure to check out my other story 'Where is Home?'.
