Stronghold: New Beginnings.

Chapter 7:

preparations.

“Listen up, ponies! If we're going to put this plan into action, we're going to need some volunteers. We're also in need of outfits, weaponry, and prisoners. Lots and lots of prisoners. Does everyone understand?” A whole wave of nodding was my response. “Good. Now then, separate yourselves into four groups; Volunteers, prisoners, blacksmiths, and sewers. When you are ready, go with your group, and help your group out by doing your specific job.

“We meet here at dusk, and those not done today may finish tomorrow. Is this alright?” Another wave of nods. “Alright, then. Let's get down to business.” Everyone went to different sections, except for a little colt wearing a golf hat, a green sweater vest, and loafers. He had a honey blonde main and tail, deep blue eyes, and a light yellow coat.

“You lost, little guy?” “No. But I think you are. You don't know what you're getting yourself into.” “I know plenty.” “Alright then. Did you know he sent an assassin?” “What? Who?” “Me.” And he took out a knife, stabbing me in the ribs. “Ack!” I said as I coughed up blood. He had stabbed me in a spot where there was a scar. He probably hit a vital organ, because blood kept coming out of my mouth when I coughed. “Get away from here, you little cheat. Don't ever come back. If you do, Reggie's gonna lose a minion.”

“As long as you're dead, you will never be able to see it through. Good bye, Max Stronghold.” And just like that, he galloped away, and I blacked out.