"Present Time"

I set down the bloody body bag in the corner of my wagon. I needed to clean that thing, it smelled like somepony's dirty hooves.

My wagon was basically a canvas cover wooden box with wheels. Pretty large for a wagon, but was no comfortable living space. I wouldn't even call it a living space. The view was pretty spectacular from the top of the hill. "The Hill," as I called it, was a lush grassy standout hill, the only one in the vicinity of a couple miles. I could clearly see Ponyville from here, and Canterlot a little bit onward.

I had a little camp here. The wagon was where I slept, ate, and did all my work. Outside, I set up a small workout center, with a couple pony shaped punching bags, and a mannequin (ponyquin?) for some more tactical skill practice, like wrestling, half a ton set of weights and barbells and that kind of shit.

I emptied out the bloody body bag on the grass to reveal its contents. Trophies, from other ponies I'd killed.

Mutilated horns and wings, horseshoes, an entire leg, and a head. Blood dripped from the jugular artery, as it dangled in the air, on the wooden fence post I just shoved it on. I placed the wings and horns where all the other ones were; a large chest, engraved with silver. The leg, I decided to keep. I cleaned it out, and molded it in rock. Would make a good weapon someday.

I trotted over to the small water pump that still ran clean water to this area. I washed off the silver, bronze, and maroon blood of the different types of ponies, and watched as the blood ran down the aqueduct to some pond at the bottom of the hill.

By the position of the sun, I could tell it was about 4 in the afternoon.

I looked up, at the cyan sky, cold, refreshing water still running through my hooves.

"Is there where living takes place?" I thought out loud.

My view of the sky was interrupted by a cloud that moved into my vision.

"What the hell? Who's pushing that thing?" I flew up to the cloud. It was a small cloud, but still large enough for a pegasus to sleep in. I got up to the cloud, and took a look at the pony who was inhabiting it.

It was a rainbow maned pegasus, that I haven't seen in 3 years. She doesn't know it yet, but this mare is one of my greatest enemies.

"Wake up," I smacked Rainbow Dash in the face.
"Huh, what? That hurt. Who are you?" She got up, and rubbed her temples and forehead.
"I think you know who I am," I pulled her from the cloud.
"What are you doing,"
"Killing you," I kicked her, and she fell the approximate 50 feet, and landed hard on her extended wings.

I landed next to her, and kicked her again. She was weak, weaker than I expected.

"Get up and fight me!" I screamed, all those years of pain and sorrow coming back to me. I kicked her again, a trickle of bronze blood, gently rolling from her snout.

Rainbow Dash finally stood up, "What the hell is wrong with you! Why are you trying to kill me!" She attempted to buck me, for which I grabbed one of the hooves, and pulled her down. I then climbed onto her back, and pulled at one of her hind legs, breaking it. She screamed, but I doubted anypony anywhere could hear her.

I went for her head, trying to crack her neck, but instead, she slapped me with her wings, stunning me for a second. Long enough for her to wriggle out from underneath me, and fly away, her broken leg dangling in the sky, as she became smaller, and smaller, until Rainbow Dash disappeared.

No point in going after her, she's too fast.

Too fast.

Well I better get preparing, the other 5 could show up at any time now.

I hammered a couple nails into the stoned leg, and adjusted my hunting bow to a 8 degree angle instead of 0. It would help with larger prey.

I pulled a large cloud over the wagon. It would provide a small shadow cover, and a hiding spot. I put the spiked stone leg under a mound of grass, and filled a jar with oil, and modified my lighter to toggle on/off.

I was ready. The cloud provided a decent hiding spot and archery vantage point, so I hid up there, and waited, waited for the Elements of Harmony to arrive, so I could kill them all.

Author's Note

Not that the position of the sun really mattered, its Equestria, can't really say if the sun even moves or not.

A real A/N.
This story is not ment to be realistic. If you don't understand:
The mane six pretty much stole Talamad's life. For which if they didn't he would have friends, or at least a purpose to live. Now he doesn't because the mane six took the two parts of Talamad's life where he would have been known.