The Marked One

The Marked One

As I made my way down the hill not to far from the camp I noticed a figure in the clearing. Grabbing my binoculars I looked towards the figures, what I saw took shook me to the core. The mutant was bipedal, orange fur, it looked female due to the breast, and what I thing I saw was wings on its back. I waved at it with my right hand, it responded by waving back. OK, Its intelligent. . . the only problem is the lack of cloths. Well, you can't see anything but It was still a bit creepy at the least.

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"Well Sweetie, you were right." Scootaloo said.

"Really?! Let me look!" She grabbed the Spy Glass and looked were Scootaloo was looking. Its armor looked far different from pony armor, it looked more bulkier and at the same time lighter. It carried a strange weapon on its back and it seemed to be pondering weather or not to equip it. Sweetie began to walk towards the new being.

"What are you doing?" Scootaloo Asked.

"I want to see it up close and try to convince it we are friendly." Sweetie said.

Applebloom cut in. "What if it's not and it kills you when you get close to it?"

"True, Applebloom why don't you flank around while we talk to him?" Scootaloo said.

"OK." Applebloom said as she ran off.

5 mins later...

The Marked One

Two of them slowly began to come up the hill where I was at, when they were about a few yards away they stopped.

"Hello?" The one in white asked. Why can I understand it?

"H-hello." I said, the white one with pinkish purple hair grew a large smile on face.

"It can talk! It can talk! It can talk! It can talk!" I waited until she died down her little moment. "Sorry, I got a bit to exited there." she said with a nervous smile.

"Do not worry, I was the same way when I first discovered my first artifact." I stated, her smile grew a bit wider.

"So, who are you?" asked the orange one.

"I'm. . . I am. . . I don't know who I am, but back in the zone they called me the Marked One." I said. "Also, tell your comrade back there that she isn't doing a good job at hiding."

"Who?" asked the orange one again. I pointed to were the yellow dot on my mini-map was located. In which a yellow colored one with red hair came out with a sword in hand.

"How did ya see me?" she asked.

"It is not hard to detect someone when you have a small chip inside your helmet that tells you were friends and enemies are." I informed.

"But we arn't you friends." she replied.

"Thus you show up as a yellow dot on my mini-map."

"Mini-map?" asked the white one again.

"How about we discuss this somewhere else, I have the feeling we are being watched." I said glancing around, they did the same. Soon we made our way towards the camp they had set up as I positioned myself on a log. We sat there in silence until I broke it.

"So. . . who are you?" I asked.

"My names Scootaloo, this is my friends Sweetie Belle and Applebloom." said Scootaloo.

"Ah. . ." I said, my stomach gave a low grumble but not enough to hear it. Taking off my bag I reached into it and pulled out a loaf of bread. "You do not mind do you?" I asked.

"Not at all." said Sweetie Belle. I reached for my mask before pulling it downward revealing the lower part of my face. Much to the surprise.