Chapter I: Beginnings
Entry Number One
Dear Journal,
Flying, so much fun. I remember when I used to be able to soar, above all that was glued to the earth, able to fly like there was no such thing as time. Now however, flying would be an act of suicide...for me at least. Wings only get you as far as you want them to, I can recall several instances where I wanted to fly again. I know better however, so I cut them off; disassembled them I like to call it.
I also faintly remember cutting, or disassembling my horns. Why you might ask? Just to insure I do not try and summon something that is not on a private connection. Oh Discord no. Someone might trace the summon spell. Let me tell you this, I can summon with my hands only objects that are bound to them. So my shotgun, yes I have a device like this, can’t be summoned by outsiders. This is particularly useful for when-...oh Discord I don’t think there is a purpose for it to be honest. I just like how the damn thing looks, very polished and sophisticated for sitting in a cave all the time.
Ah yes, I live in a cave. It’s a nice cave, very spacious and cozy. I think it fits me, like a rabbit to a hole or a dung beetle to its...well dung. It was not easy to obtain however, I had to dispose of the bears that used to live here. All I will say is that the blood was not easy to clean off the walls, or the organs either oh don’t get me started on that mess. I did save their meat for food but finding a place to hide it so it would not stink up the cave was damn near impossible. Especially with that yellow pony, oh Discord what is her name...oh yes, Fluttershy. Hate the bitch.
Anyhow, tonight is a very special night. No its not that putrid holiday “Nightmare Night”, oh no no no, its the night I take the train to Canterlot, to pray to the only savior I have ever known. I just hope there can be less complications this time.
Let me just grab my things, ah yes, my good gloves. I remember using these to gut a deer, damn thing would not stop screaming, I had to abandon that grab thanks to Fluttershy. Bitch came running out of no where and saw me gutting the thing, I hit her upside the head and ran. I was able to gather info later that led me to believe that I hit her so hard she forgot the whole affair.
Why not just kill her right? No, not ponies, never ponies. I don’t want to explain it right at this moment either, it will be explained in due time.
Now let me just pack up that, just essentials at this point. Things like water and food are completely necessary...and there, that should be good. Alright now off to the train, hated the place, very muddy and crowded, always made it harder to maneuver through.
You already know I am not a pony, as ponies do not eat meat. So I must be a Dragon right? Griffon? No? If replacing Celestia, the oh so bitchy and powerful sun god with Discord wasn’t the best hint I could give, then yes I am a Draconequus. The last normal Draconequus, but that doesn’t give me a free pass to leisure. Instead, try a free pass to being killed.
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“Spiiiiiiike! SPIIIIIIIKE!” Twilight screamed.
Twilight was running around frantically searching every nook and cranny of the town. The dragon had gotten upset at her this morning when she refused him the right to see his crush Rarity, so he stormed off. After discovering Spike did not venture over to Rarity’s, she had enlisted the help of AppleJack and Pinkie Pie to help her search. If she could not find Spike it would be very troubling.
“Oh, I just don’t know where he would be!” Twilight said worriedly.
She had dealt with this once before and there was no way she was about to deal with this again, she needed to find Spike or fear the worst might happen to him.
“Don’t be so worried, I am sure he just went off to pout-” Applejack jumps on a stack of hay to relax. “-ahhh, besides, what's the worst place he could have gone off to anyhow?”
Twilight heard Applejack but did not act like it, she kept on searching around the town, looking for something any sign of Spike to bring hope back into her already empty heart. Nearly giving up, she saw a foal playing with a train beside one of the many stands in town square.
A look of realization beamed from Twilight's eyes,“THE TRAIN!”
“Train? What train?” Said Pinkie while walking up to Twilight as carefree as ever.
It seemed that although Pinkie had been helping with the ever ongoing search for Spike, she was more preoccupied with looking at all the flowers around the stands.
“No time to explain-” Twilight says whilst grabbing Pinkie’s hoof. “-we need to move NOW!”
Twilight began to sprint with Pinkie in hoof and Applejack not to far behind. Twilight could only hope that the train had not left for Canterlot yet, or all would be lost. Looking quickly over the departures list it seemed as though the first train had not pulled out yet, a wave of relief swept over Twilight by seeing this.
They got to the train and positioned themselves behind some bushes, waiting for what they hoped to be Spike to walk up and try to enter the train.
“So...Twilight, what are we hoping for exactly?” Applejack said with a yawn.
“When Spike gets this mad he usually tries to leave to Canterlot,” Twilight pulls out a pair of binoculars to see a bit farther. “and as we all know, Spike is so small he can just sneak his way onto the train.”
“So by waiting for him here, we might be able to catch him before he is able to leave?” Said Pinkie.
“Precisely Pinkie, all we need is for him to show up then,” Twilight does a sweeping motion with her hand. “WHAM! We got him!”
Hours passed, nothing. Nearing night they were about to go home and accept that the worst had happened to spike when suddenly a small figure wearing a cloak came out of the distance. Although unidentifiable now, it was surely Spike sized and coming towards the train with a bag.
Twilight jumped a bit and told the girls to get ready to pounce, as she thought that this was spike and they would finally get him back home. She would give him a nice long lecture when they arrived back at the library
“Ok ready…three...two...one...JUMP!” Twilight screamed.
Just as they had jumped the cloaked figure moved out of the way with bag in paw, and started to make a beeline for the train. Twilight, running faster than ever, tried to catch up with the stranger, but it was no use. He simply was too fast for them.
Doing what could only be classified as a “juke” around Twilight into one of the boxcars, he slammed the door to the car shut and the train started to move. At this point Twilight caught a glimpse of his face and what was in the bag he was carrying. And what she saw frightened her, she jumped back a bit and stared as the train pulled away. Afterwards Pinkie and Applejack ran up.
“Twilight! Did ya catch him?” Applejack asked with a huff.
“No.” Said Twilight.
“Was it Spike?” Asked Pinkie.
“Of course it was Pinkie.” Said Applejack. “Who else could it have been-”
“No.” Said Twilight
“No what Twilight?”
“That wasn’t a Dragon, or Spike for that matter. Go home girls, I need to send a very important letter to Celestia.”
Shrugging it off, the girls went home to go to sleep as it was late at night. Twilight however had a lot of work to do, the bag...the figure...it all added up to something that was so terrible it made Twilight cry, or at least want to. Pulling out a set of different materials, she wrote a letter to Celestia announcing the death of spike, and the unscheduled arrival of a very strange yet important visitor.
Author's Note
I would like to thank DDRKreature as my Pre-Reader
I would also like to thank a LordKameron as my Editor
This goes to Sarah, my lovely girlfriend.
Chapter 2: Dash
Dear Journal,
With the intense amount of rarities around Equestria, it should seem odd that I write about this. I had a very strange encounter with a purple Unicorn right before jumping on the train. I had to do some flips and maneuvers around her to get on the locomotive. However I must worry, for I fear she may have seen my face. If that is true, it could mean death for me. There are many small animals in Equestria, but none of my species is around. So I am a dead giveaway.
I was also able to bag something very interesting on my way to the train. When I go to pray to my savior, I often have to bring some sort of sacrifice, to appeal to him of course. I had planned to bring some deer I had scavenged off the side of the road, but while I was getting it, I found something a bit better. A little purple dragon. I had no idea what he was doing or where he was going. I did have a bit of a conversation with the poor lad though, before I had the inclination to kill him.
“Hello there dragon! Might you know a quick way to the town from here?” I asked. I did not ask him because I had no legitimate idea of where I was going, rather I asked him as to halt his movement.
“Ponyville?” He said with a more astonished tone. It must have been weird to him, a creature who did not know of the place. Well, I knew the name the town gave itself, but I had no desire to let him know that.
“Yes.” I said. “What direction from here?”
“Well um…up the road just a bit, you will find it.” He said.
He began to walk up the road more, as if he felt his job was done. No, I had decided at this point to kill him and take him as a new sacrifice. It would prove better than this lonely deer.
“So,” I said inquisitively “What brings you out here, what is your name?”
“Oh my name? It’s Spike. I came out here because stupid Twilight wouldn’t let me see Rarity. Applejack listens to my problems though, always has.”
“Applejack?” I said. “Who is that?”
You must remember, I have no idea the names of the ponies that live in the town nor do I want to know. I just needed to ask him to insure that I know where he is going, how far up the road we have left.
“Applejack?” He said. “How do you not know who Applejack is? Anyway, Applejack is an orange pony that owns the apple farm just up ahead.”
Good information, it meant from this relative position we were about a mile away from the town and the farm. No one would hear a thing.
“Good, good. Spike, would you mind helping me with something quick? I swear to not take too much of your time.” I said quickly.
“Um...sure.” He said. “ What do you need me to do?”
The moment was right, there was no possible way this could fail. Unless the earth came to an end that is, but that’s a possibility in every situation.
“Alright, give me a moment.”
I turned around and snapped both my fingers and just like it always has for thousands of years, a shotgun fell out of thin air into my ever awaiting hands.
A feeling like no other, that is what holding my shotgun feels like. It radiates magical aura, giving the feeling of pure power in your hands. It’s honestly a feeling that is hard to describe, so I try not to describe it at all.
“Woah! How did you do that? I mean, your hat is covering up horns right? It must be!” Spike said.
“Spike, it’s magic far beyond your comprehension. So now here is what I need you to do, take this device and put the small end in your mouth.”
“Like this?” He says as he puts the barrel into his mouth.
It was squared up so perfect that it made me want to cry, it was near like a beautiful piece of work.
“Perfect!” I exclaimed. “Now, pull the trigger and I can see if it works or not. If it works your breath will smell much better!”
The dragon hesitated, fearful of what it may do as it was a new device to him. But he did as instructed, and the next moment was more magical than I could have ever anticipated.
The shot pierced through his skull and out the back as smooth as slicing through butter. As the blood coming out from the back of his head landed behind him, his brain splatter flew back into a bucket which had been placed around the area.
What was left was a corpse that was so brutally mauled it would have made a lion gag. The hole was nearly as big as the dragons head. It only left a tiny amount in which to hold up his scales, the big ones on the back. Which some of them were gone, flown across the landscape around me into the grass.
I quickly packed up what was left of the corpse and ran, knowing I had got a sufficient sacrifice for my savior.
Now, that was my confrontation with the dragon. My confrontation with that stupid purple horse was worse. So, what happened was---
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The Draconequus was bumped into and fell on the floor. Dazed for a bit, he got up to view what he could not believe, a pony had bumped into him and was about to see his face. He jumped and tried to run, but was stopped dead in his tracks when he and the pony met face to face.
She was blue, or light blue with a bandaged wing and rainbow hair. She had a very interesting stature, that of a sports player. Very strong willed and brimming to the rim with potential and spirit. It was as if she walked on the field she controlled, team sport or not. With that wing however, it would not do her much good.
“...So, what the heck are you supposed to be?” She said.
The Draconequus couldn’t speak. It looked as though he was about to die from utter shock. It had been two thousand years or so since he talked to a pony, and the way this pony looked didn’t make it any easier.
“...I...um...don’t...exactly…” He was searching for words, but it didn’t seem like he could not find any. It was as if every thought in his body had left him into a dark abyss where they would never be found.
“...Shy huh? Well don’t be. My name is Dash. And what might yours be?”
Words escaped him. His name, what was it? He tried to remember, maybe he could answer the question and leave, or something along those lines.
“My name...it’s...AD, just call me AD.” He said.
“AD huh? Not bad for a name I guess, short, sweet and to the point.” Dash said.
She seated herself down on a barrel to rest. She was clearly shown to be tired as her wing was throbbing from the pain. When a pegasus has a broken wing, their whole body feels it.
“So, AD. What exactly bring you back here? It’s clear that you don’t have a ticket on you.”
AD looked around for a bit, trying to stall. He didn’t want to answer the question or any for that matter.
“No reason.” AD said quickly. It was clearly shown he was that shy and had no desire to talk at all.
“Really? That’s the best you can do?” Dash said with a huff. Clearly she wanted to know more about this strange creature, but he was not giving anything up.
“Can I tell you a bit about myself at least? It might open up the road to more conversation!”
“Sure, why not.” AD said. Maybe this pony going on a self-centered rant about her less-than-meaningless life would allow him to leave.
“Well,” She started off. “I was born in Cloudsdale, a very nice little place for Pegasus. Lots of shops and fun stuff to do. When I passed my flight exam later in life, I could finally go for my dream, to become a Wonderbolt!
“So down to the ground I went, taking job after job, hoping to get noticed by them one day. After taking a job in ponyville, I met one of my best friends, Twilight Sparkle! Man, you wouldn’t meet a better pony in all of Equestria! Her dragon Spike is also the cutest little purple dragon you’d eve--”
The Draconequus tuned her out. Purple dragon, the same one he killed on his way to the train. If this pony knows of this dragon...what if she saw…
OH SHIT.
Quickly he looked around to see where the bag was, it was behind some of the boxes labeled “CELESTIA SHIPPING”. Thank god, she couldn’t see it.
“-and thats the story of my life. I got on this train like 5 hours ago, though. Late start and all that held us up. With my wing broken I can’t exactly fly to the sports tournament. So, what about you?” She said hopefully. Dash more than likely hoped that he would talk now, and talk he did.
“Alright,” He said in a tired voice. “You wanna hear my story? Well here it is…”
Author's Note
I would like to thank DDRKreature as my Pre-Reader
I would also like to thank a Bri as my Editor
This goes to Sarah, my lovely girlfriend.
