My Teacher Wild Horse

Chapters

Chapter 2: On The Run
Chapter 4: Home
Chapter 5: Clash of Egos
Two Years Gone: Part 1
My Teacher Wild Horse 7
Chapter 1: The Accident.
Chapter 3: Winter Starts
An Account of the Races of Equestria.

Chapter 2: On The Run

My Teacher Wild Horse

Chapter 2: On The Run

Dear Diary,

I am writing in you from inside a cave. Teacher has been on edge ever since yesterday. We were confronted by a member of the Royal Guard, and he demanded we return to the palace. I didn’t really take it that well, I started crying and hiding behind Teacher. Teacher picked me up and ran from the guard. I thought we were going to get away but the guard flew after us. I Realized he was a Wind-Whisperer. He reached out towards us and I shrieked. Everything after that was a blur, but I do know that Teacher knocked the guard to the ground.

Oh no. Teacher assaulted a Royal Guard! This is bad! This is bad! This is sooo bad! We really are fugitives now. I didn’t want to be a criminal!

Maybe… Maybe the Princess won’t find out? I doubt we are that lucky though. No, the guard is going to wake up and report to the princess. Then, Princess Celestia is going to send more after us. Then we are going to get sent to the dungeons.

Your very scared owner,

Twilight Sparkle

Dear Diary,

It has been a month since I last wrote in you. I have been counting the days, and if I am right it has been forty two days since my exam. It really couldn’t be helped because there are more guards out looking for us. I knew we would get in trouble when he knocked out the first one. They are patrolling the sky and the ground. We have to be very careful not to be seen and run when we are.

Teacher has had me running with him more and more instead of carrying me. I would run as far and as fast as I could but I get tired so much faster than Teacher. It is only when I fall down that teacher carries me

Teacher seemed to find a good spot to hide from them though. It is a forest, a deep dark forest. I’m scared. I know that I shouldn’t be, it is just a forest but something about it makes me scared. I need to get to sleep now.

Your sleepy writer,

Twilight Sparkle.

Dear Diary,

It hurts. It hurts to write. It hurts to move. It hurts everywhere. I thought it was hard when Teacher just had me running with him. No! That was easy. Now Teacher has me doing so much more. He has me hold rocks in front of me with my hands. They are big rocks too. They are so heavy but I’m not allowed to drop them or let my arms fall. When we stop, my arms feel like jelly.

Then I have to start running. I run up hills and down hills and around trees and then I am too tired to walk. Then Teacher has me bend and twist until it feels like something is gonna tear. Then he has be capy his movements. He calls them catas, katas? I dunno. He is getting better at speaking though. Apparently these are the basics for “Fighting Arts”. It sounds like something shiny would want to learn.

Your very tired writer,

Twilight Sparkle.

Dear Diary,

Things have gotten better… I think. It has been three months since the exam, counting days has been important. I have a tally sheet. I am still doing all those exercises, but they don’t hurt so much anymore. Teacher is putting me through more Katas now as well.

What are katas? That is the word he uses for the funny movements. I am getting quicker with them. But Teacher has been getting some odd things set up in our current camp. Teacher says it is to help with my training. I don’t know how wooden posts are going to help though.

I guess I should tell you more about that for once. It has been a long time after all. Teacher is teaching me how to fight like he can. He says what he is teaching me will also let me control my magic better.

I didn’t believe him at first. After all, how could fighting help with magic? Then Teacher did something. He started to glow a soft blue, and in one of his hands he held a ball of light. Teacher told me to touch it, saying it would help me understand. It felt warm, but there was something else. While touching it I felt like I could do anything.

Teacher says that he will be teaching me how to control this. I was confused, it didn’t feel like magic at all. I used my magic to lift a rock and float it over to Teacher. He was surprised, it was kinda funny. He looked at the rock and my magic closely, at least until it fizzled out. I apologized, however he said he was not upset.

Oh yeah, we moved again. This time we are close to a strange old castle. There are several rooms that are still intact so we have shelter from the rain. The main room had this funny pedestal in it though. There were five stone spheres on it, for some reason I get a funny feeling whenever I am near them.

Teacher says I shouldn’t touch them. It is really hard not to disobey him on this. I can’t help but feel like I am supposed to take these. It is strange.

Your confused writer,

Twilight Sparkle.

Dear Diary,

I. Hate. Training.

Twilight.

Dairy,

It has been two weeks since my last entry and my hands have recovered enough to write more. I am still struggling to hold my quill though. Teacher say’s writing will help make sure my fingers are recovering properly.

I have to punch logs! You remember when I told you about those posts Teacher was putting into the ground? Those were for me to hit with my bare hands! It hurts. I think I broke my fingers doing it too. Teacher says my hands are fine, just small fractures. I am certain having a fracture means something is broken.

Even after that though he still has me punching the post! He says I need to train my hand but it hurts! It hurts to much to write now.

Twilight.

Diary,

It has been another two weeks. How do I know this? I keep track. How else am I going to keep things organised? I am in a slightly better mood now that my hands don’t hurt as much anymore. Before you ask, yes, I am still punching the post. Teacher told me each time I did it wrong I would do more damage to my hands so I learned how to do it right.

Apparently it is something that you can only learn by doing the exercise. Teacher gave me the basic positions but I had to figure out the rest. He said he had to do the same when he was younger than me.

I don’t think I like the sound of that. The weather has started to get colder now too. Teacher has been building up a supply of firewood and food. I wanted to help at first, but then he taught me how to prepare a rabbit. I don’t think I will be trying to help with the food again any time soon. I felt so bad when he killed the bunny.

Your sad writer,

Twilight sparkle.

Dear Diary,

I have managed to wear grooves into the post. They are the same shape as my fists. I was surprised when Teacher pointed them out to me. I guess his training does work even if it hurts. Speaking of training, Teacher can speak Common pretty well now. I can speak his language just as well as he can now though. Oh yeah, his language is called Nihongo.

It is different I will say that much, but it was pretty easy to learn. Teacher seems a little annoyed that I picked up his language faster than he did mine. Spike seems to be picking up bits of both. I was surprised he could speak, I guess he is more special than what I first thought.

I learned that Spike eats gems as well as the game teacher brings to camp. I guess I should tell you more about Spike. He is long and slender like a snake, but he has these little legs with talons on them. He is purple, with a green belly and green spines. He is almost as long as I am tall. The little dragon is also clingy. He is always next to me unless he needs to eat. I kinda like that actually.

Oh yeah, teacher tied my hair into a ponytail to keep it from getting in the way, and Spike curled around that! He had his body wrapped around my hair with his head and front claws on top of my head. He has a very good hold though, so he doesn’t fall off. My head and hair seem to have become his new favorite spot. Teacher finds that funny, I don’t know whether to be annoyed or not.

Your dragon perch,

Twilight Sparkle.

Diary,

I am now certain that Teacher does not know magic. How do I know this? She told me so. Oh, Teacher is a girl right now, it started raining while we were outside. Teacher says she does know of magic, and that her ability to change from a boy to a girl is a form of magic. She says it is a curse she got back when she was sixteen. I think it is neat though.

When I asked her how I am going to learn magic then, Teacher said we would be looking for other Spell-Weavers to teach me. He wants me to know how to fight first though. When I asked why, she told me that she won’t always be there to help me.

I don’t like that thought. Teacher saved me, and now she and Spike are all I have. I don’t want to lose them too.

Maybe… Maybe if I am stronger, I won’t. If I get really strong, in both magic and fighting, then I won’t lose anyone.

Goodbye for now,

Twilight Sparkle.

Author's Note

Okay, and here is chapter 2! Aren't you all excited that I got it out so fast? As always, please leave comments and criticisms down below.

Chapter 4: Home

My Teacher Wild Horse

Chapter 4: Home

Diary,

Not much has changed from my last entry. Well, that is not quite true. The woods outside is covered in a thick blanket of snow. It is pretty. Some time I go outside to enjoy the quiet. The crisp air and lack of wildlife makes it feel like time has stopped.

Teacher told me how to meditate, the steps involved at least. She said it should help me to control my magic better once I am good at it. I find it easiest to do them outside at the moment. I am able to fade everything away, even the the cold. Teacher seemed surprised. I remember her waking me up after the first time I managed this. She looked, I don’t know, I have never seen that look on her face before.

Apparently I am really good at meditating, Teacher admitted that it took her much longer than just a week to learn the skill. I was really happy to hear that I beat teacher in something. However teacher told me to meditate inside from now on, at least until the weather warmed up.

I think I may have scared Teacher. I didn’t mean too.

Twilight Sparkle.

Diary,

I have noticed a change when I meditate. Before, I simply phased everything out and just focused on my breathing. It was relaxing, but then something started being there. It was just at the edge, I could feel it there. I think it is my magic. I know that it feels similar, and when I told Teacher she said that this was supposed to happen.

Oh by the way, Teacher is staying as a girl for now. It makes sense I suppose, as some of our time is spent gathering snow and ice to melt into water. Hot baths are just a memory at this point, one that I would love to have again. I never knew how hard winter was for those who don’t live in a city.

Teacher has me back to practicing forms. This time it is something called Judo. Before it was Karate and Taichi. When I ask her why there are so many, she told me her art is about taking everything and flowing it together. It is to give the fighter more to knowledge and flexibility. It is an interesting idea and it makes a lot of sense. I wonder if the guards do something similar.

Twilight Sparkle.

Diary,

Spike has gotten bigger. He has had to be moved off of my head which has set him to grumbling, but with his extra weight his claws dig into my scalp. Spike is now as thick as my wrist. His claws are sharper and his spines have more definition. I guess he is starting to leave the hatchling stage.

Teacher is teaching me to wrap my hair so that it doesn’t get in the way. She has also warned me that long hair makes a big target in a fight as well. She proved this by grabbing it and pulling, hard. It hurt, and I couldn’t catch up to teacher to make her let go. I guess I will have to cut my hair or something until I can prevent it from happening.

Twilight Sparkle.

Diary,

As you know already we are well into winter. It has been close to five weeks since winter started. That means that a certain special day is coming up. A day that means presents and warm fires and sweet treats…

A time I will be alone. This will be my first Hearths Warming eve without my family. I won’t have mom, humming away in the kitchen as she prepares dinner and treats. I won’t have dad, reading me stories about how the three tribes came together and stopped fighting. I won’t have Shining to go and play with in the snow. I won’t…

Ranma was brought out of her meditation by the sound of sobbing. She looked at where Twilight was sitting. Tears had just started to fall as she halted in her writing. Ranma approached her with a bit of caution, knowing she still wasn’t the best for comforting someone.

“Twilight, are you okay?” She asked her.

“I, I,” Twilight's sobs were starting to get worse, “I miss my family.” The little Spell-Weaver cried. She shook with the force of her sobs. Twilight curled in, bring her knees to her chest as she cried.

Ranma did the only thing she could think of and wrapped his arms around his student. She held Twilight tightly against her chest, slowly petting the childs hair and rocking her back and fourth.

“It’s, It’s Hearths Warming and, and I am not with them.” Twilight cried. “I, I want my momma, I want my daddy, I want my brother! I want to be with my family!”

It the candles they were using for light had burned low by the time Twilight had quieted. Twilight had cried herself to sleep while holding onto Ranma, almost as if she was afraid her teacher would vanish.

Ranma continued to rock her back and fourth. Brushing the hair from her own she listened as Twilight let out the occasional whimper. Ranma’s eyes held a light in them as she came to a decision. She dressed Twilight in the child coat before putting on her own. Ranma quickly gathered their loose belonging, moving them into the hidden space technique. Something she had picked up from Mousse.

Spike seemed to pick up on what was going on and left his place from the fire. The small dragon vanished into the midsection of Twilight's coat, before poking his head out the neck of the hood. Ranma Scooped her student up from the floor, strapping the child to her back with a makeshift harness.

Stepping outside Ranma saw the weather was calm, something the martial artist was grateful for. Ranma’s eyes traced across the sky until they found the target, the towers of the mountainside city that he arrived in. With a slight grunt of effort Ranma vanished from sight. The sound of rapid foot falls and the light impressions in the snow being the only indication that she was there.

Trees became little more than blurs as the martial artist traveled through the forest. The tails of their fur-coats snapping in the sudden wind. Most of the monsters avoided Ranma as he traveled, many of the more dangerous ones were sleeping due to winter. Soon the forest began thinning out, before fading completely to reveal the snow covered grasslands between them and Canterlot.

Twilight’s eyes fluttered open and a small yawn escaped her. Cool air and fur were the sensations that greeted her this day, just like many others this winter. A soft chuckle sounded from underneath hers. “I see you are awake my student.”

Twilight murmured something inelegant as she tried to wake up further. This seemed to only increase her teachers laughter. Finally the little Spell-Weaver opened her eyes to take in her surroundings and gasped. Gone was the aged stone that made their home all this time. Instead that were back in a city, a very familiare city.

“T-Teacher?” Twilight stuttered out questioningly.

“Do you know the way to your parents from here?” he cut her off with his own question.

Twilight blinked at that a few times and then began to look around. It was dark out, and teacher was walking down the street. Everything seemed different to her, but soon she saw a park that she knew was near her home. “I think I know where we are.”

With only a little difficulty, Twilight managed to direct them to her home. She was excited, almost thrumming with energy. She quickly cast the unlocking spell her parents had taught her to get in. All the lights were out, and there was nary a sound. Twilight carefully walked through the living room, only to bump into a table, causes quite a bit of noise as the contents fell to the floor.

“Who’s there!?” a baritone voice demanded as the sound of feet stomping on stairs could now be hear. Two figures stepped into view and any thought Twilight had to call out froze. It had been so long since she had seen them she was unsure of what to say. Her body moved on its own, propelling itself forward and her arms were soon wrapped around the the waist of her mother. A hesitant hand moved the hood of her coat back and she heard a faint gasp. Looking up she saw the surprised eyes of her mother.

“Twilight.” her mother’s voice called out. She smiled, she was crying but she smiled, because she was home now. The arms of her mother wrapped tightly around her, rocking her back and forth.

“Twilight, you’re home. My baby girl is home.” her mother said through tears of her own. Soon her father also joined in the reunion, and for the longest time they stayed like that.

The lights were on, the fire was lit, and everyone had a cup of tea as twilight began the regal her parents about her Teacher and what they had been up too. They were attentive, obviously concerned about what their daughter had been doing for that past half year.

Many time Twilight would tell them of a training exercise and the same reaction would follow. Her father would glare at her Teacher, and her mother would check her over for injuries. Meanwhile Teacher just sat their and shrugged off their accusations, stating that this was basic training and all things he had gone through when he was younger than Twilight.

When the tale was concluded it was Velvet, Twilight's mother, who asked the first question. “Twilight, why didn’t you come with any of the guards back to Canterlot.”

Twilight looked at her with a bit of terror in her eyes. “But the guards were going to throw me in the dungeon! I destroyed the princess school and the professor said I should be locked up!”

Twilight's father, Nightlight, seemed to let out a sigh at his. “Twilight, you are not in trouble for that.” Twilight looked at him with some confusion, he continued on. “That man broke the rules of the school. He was the one in the wrong and is currently sitting in jail. The guards you saw were supposed to bring you home.” Nightlight said to his overreacting daughter.

Both parents were not too surprised when Ranma covered her face with a hand and began muttering in another language. Twilight just sat there with a sheepish expression. “Oopsie.”

Author's Note

Sorry I was late everyone! I got distracted because of internets. Please forgive me.

Chapter 5: Clash of Egos

Princess Celestia was surprised when one of her guard informed her that the fighter and the child had returned to her city. She had expected them to winter in Everfree, where she suspected they had found the old castle. Even in disrepair it would have made a suitable home.

She was pleasantly surprised to learn that they had made their way to the Sparkle residence. It would seem that this fighter had decided a reunion was in order. Celestia remembered the holiday that was taking place even now and allowed herself a small chuckle. It said good things about the fight considering that he brought the girl home now.

Celestia turned on her heel and returned to her chambers. It was time to set in motion a plan that was formed after the incident. This would require a meeting however, and Celestia had more to impress than the Sparkle family. There was another element that she had to earn the respect of. Celestia walked gracefully up to a piece of clothing that saw limited use these days, but would be perfect for the meeting.

It was a pastel white tunic, with her coat of arms portrayed on the left breast. Golden thread was embroidered at the cuff, neck, and hem. Underneath the finery however was enchanted chain mail that could stop most conventional weapons with ease. With the tunic were finely tailored leather leggings. They were loose instead of form fitting, to allow more movement. Once dressed Celestia added the final piece to the image, tieing her sword to her hip.

Celestia marched from her chambers, the doors being opened by her personal guard who fell in step behind her. The servants in the castles employ bowed as they passed, but many of the nobles in the halls openly gaped before scrambling out of her path. To those in the castle, it looked as if Celestia was heading to battle.

* * *

The Sparkle residence was experiencing a form of peace that had been absent from them for months now. The return of Twilight Sparkle brought smiles all around, even from Shining Armor, who was home on break from the academy. Though the older brother was angry and lashed out at Ranma, only to be flipped onto his back by the martial artist. Shining was reprimanded by none other than Twilight, and soon simmered down.

Now though, they were all exchanging gifts next to the fire. Ranma was sitting against the wall, watching as Twilight smiled brighter than she had in all the time he had known her. It was a sight that warmed his heart, and brought to his mind the bitter memories. His musing were interrupted by a firm rapping at the door though.

“Who could that be?” Velvet asked before getting up to answer it. Ranma already had a sinking suspicion of just who it could be. It was difficult to mask such power after all, and the person in question didn’t seem like someone who would. “Y-Your highness!” the yelp from Twilight's mother only confirmed his thoughts.

“May I enter your home, Twilight Velvet?” A regal voice asked The family were all standing at this point, looking towards the entry way.

“Why, yes your highness. W-welcome to my home.” Velvet stuttered as she led the Princess into the sitting room.

Celestia was standing before them, but oddly not atired in her usual flowing dress. She was instead in what looked like a military dress uniform. These details were just a few picked up by those in the room, which caused tension to rise slightly.

Ranma chose to remain calm. He didn’t want to risk anymore misunderstandings, and with his current grasp of the language there should be less risk of that, but it doesn’t change the event that have already happened between him and the guard. That was not to say he didn’t notice the sword at her waist.

“I am sure you are curious as to why I am here.” stated the Princess. Twilight took this time to move closer to her mother. “I was made aware of your return to the city this morning thanks to my guard.” She looked at Twilight when she said this. Something that made the young girl tense. “I first, want to apologize for any misunderstanding caused by the man in charge of your exam. At no point were any of the children supposed to be subjected to such a task.”

“The true exam was supposed to be levitating a goose egg for three minutes. This would allow us to gage your level of strength and control. If you dropped the egg, or shattered it, then you would need to work on your control. If you magic failed during the trial, then your reserves would not be large enough for the courses ahead of you. Sadly, I had missed the bigot that had managed to worm his way into my school. This has cause you and your family a great deal of distress and for that I am sorry.”

The family was surprised to hear the apology come from the Princess. Twilight looked at her for a moment before speaking. “Umm, apology accepted.”

This seemed to release some minor tension in Celestia that only Ranma noticed. “The next matter I wish to discuss is your magic.” Twilight seemed to shrink in on herself. “You have a gift, more magic than I have seen from any spell weaver in centuries. To have this at such a young age is most impressive, and most dangerous. This is something that can only be brought under control through great practice and study. Which is why I wish to take you on as my student.”

The room was silent as everyone processed that message. Princess Celestia wanted to take Twilight as her personal student. It was such a monumental event that none in her family knew how to responds. The silence didn’t remain though, as a new voice broke it.

“I am afraid that won’t be happening.” All eyes turned to Ranma. The martial artist stood up, his well defined muscles pressing against his blue tunic. His blue eyes locking with the Princess’ own.

“Why would that be?” Celestia questioned him.

“Because I have already taken Twilight as my apprentice in the art. I am not willing to stop her progress here.” Ranma told her while stepping forward and placing a hand on Twilights shoulder. “She is showing real promise, and I look forward to seeing how great of a fight she can become.” Twilight blushed at the praise her teacher gave her.

“What of her magic?” Celestia challenged. “I know that you have none yourself, so how do you expect her to learn? Do you plan to have her stumble through it on her own?”

Ranma kept a calm even though the accusations struck a chord in him. “No. I was going to find suitable teachers for her.” He admitted.

“Then why not let me teach her.” Celestia said with a note of triumph.

“I could also question you. Do you plan on letting her continue learning the art? Do you plan on letting her improve her fighting abilities? Or would you seclude her away and have her focus on nothing but her magic to detriment of all else?” Ranma shot back sharply. By now the distance between Celestia and Ranma has been reduced to just a few inches.

“It seem that we cannot come to an agreement on the matter.” Celestia stated plainly.

“No it does not.” Ranma confirmed.

“Shall we settle this matter elsewhere?” The Princess offered.

“Where did you have in mind?” The martial artist requested.

“The guard training grounds. That should offer both of us ample room.” The princes stated.

“Lead the way.” The martial artist said.

With that, the Princess and the martial artist left the home behind. The tension that had been building in the room broke with the sound of the door closing. The family looked at the door in bewilderment, unsure of what they had just witnessed. Twilight however soon realized what happened and bolted for the door. It didn’t take long for the rest of the family to follow after.

* * *

The training grounds were silent in anticipation. Guards and recruits were standing at the edge of the field as the princess ordered. In the center of the grounds stood the two combatants. Celestia and Ranma were staring each other down. Twilight arrived on the scene soon just in time to witness the first move.

Ranma charged, closing the distance between him and Princess Celestia in an instant. Celestia drew her sword in a flash and slashed it down at the martial artist. Ranma dodged the strike and shot his fist forward in a sharp jab. The princess stepped back to put distance between herself and Ranma. However this left her open and Ranma sent a strong kick at her midsection. The princess blocked the kick with her arm and was sent back a few feet.

The fighters paused and both began tracing a circle, each keeping equal distance from the other. Little by little energy began leaking from each of them. Their auras began to manifest in the world and the results were immediate. The snow and ice around the Princess flashed to steam as she exuded the heat of the sun. In contrast the area around Ranma remained frozen as the chilled air seemed to refuse the heat with all it had. A battle of fire and ice. Both fighters charged forward as if to some unknown signal. Then the still air of that winter morn turned into a howling gale as they met.

The White Princess deflected the blows thrown by the Fighter with her sheath, before lashing out with her blade. The Fighter bent backwards to avoid the slash and responded with a kick. The Princess twisted away and sent forth a blast of magic. The Fighter was flung away yet managed to launch a ball of light at the Princess catching her in the shoulder. Both recovered from the attacks and charged once more.

* * *

It was a few hours latter that saw Twilight and her family sitting uncomfortably at a conference table in the palace. She looked around the room noticing the number of people. There were a lot of them, guards were positioned around the table, forcing those who were not part of the negotiation back. There were nobles looking on from the edge of the room. They kept whispering to each other, Twilight felt uncomfortable whenever one of them looked at her. There were healers in the room as well. They were tending to the ones that held the most attention in the room.

“I will handle her magic education during the winter months.”

“Acceptable. I will be taking her on training trips during the spring and summer months to continue building her strength and endurance.”

“That is a little long of a period for her to be away from home.”

“You didn’t claim it though.”

The two who were casually discussing her future at that moment. Princess Celestia still managed to exude an aura of power and control. Even if she was currently having her chest bandaged for bruised and fractured ribs. Twilight felt this was also a large part of why so many in the room were yelling when they first came in.

“I was going to allow her time for normal schooling, as well as time for her family.”

“Well I need to make sure her instincts stay sharp. Spending most of the year here isn’t going to help in that matter.”

Teacher kept his eyes on the princess during their negotiation. Not even flinching as the healers applied stitches and salves to the many cuts that now decorated his form.

“Well if you’re not going to be reasonable then I will claim fall and spring as well.”

“Yeah, not happening. I know Twilight and if I left her with you she’d whole herself up in a library.”

Twilight tried not to blush at her teacher’s mostly true statement. It wasn’t like she would ignore her training for books… much.

“Are you suggesting I would be lax in her teachings?”

Twilight flinched as she noticed the Princess’s voice was a bit more heated than it had been since the talks have started.

“Not suggesting anything, that was a statement.”

“Shall we take this back to the field?”

“That sounds fine with me, Princess.”

“WAIT!” it took a few seconds for Twilight to realize she was the one who shouted. Blushing furiously, the little spell-weaver pushed forward, “Why can’t you both just, umm, work together?”

“With this neanderthal?”

“With this stubborn shrew?”

The glares they were throwing each other after their simultaneous response were not heartening. “Well… Then I won’t train from either of you.” Twilight said firmly. There was a moment of silence. That moment grew longer. Twilight began to sweat under the look both Celestia and Ranma were giving her.

“I will be working on her magic in the mornings.”

“I will do her training in the afternoon.”

“Combat magics will also be added to the list, that should help keep her from dulling like you feared.”

“I will move the training trip to spring and fall.”

“I will be joining you during the fall term.”

Twilight only managed a whimper as she listened as her new training plan was crafted.

Author's Note

Hello People! I am sorry for taking so long. The holidays were a great break, then we had some weather problems, and after all that it was just my own damn laziness that kept this from getting done. However here is the new chapter, I feel it is kinda rough to be honest but I am unsure of how to improve it at the moment. I hope it is enjoyable for you though, please leave a comment if your able.

Two Years Gone: Part 1

Two Years Gone: Part 1

Diary,

It has been two years since I have written in you. Two agonizing years. Why oh why did I have to open my mouth when my teachers were arguing. Sadly, I did open it, and even delivered an ultimatum to my two teachers. I remember it like it was yesterday, because it was the start of my hell.

“If you don’t work together I won’t train with either of you.”

That one sentence has been the very bane of my existence. However you probably don’t know about this. So I have two years of events to catch up on.

I had a week to spend with my family before training started again. Celestia would go over magic theory and application in the morning, which wasn’t so bad because I was a quick study for anything in a book. Problems only started up when we went to practicals. I still didn’t have the best control over my magic at the time. Celestia would push me through the practice methods over and over again. It was like when I was just starting to learn from Teacher.

If I failed to get a spell correct I would have to repeat it until I could do it right. Depending on the type of spell I would either have to maintain it or recast it. I would have to do this until the princess was satisfied with my progress before moving onto the next activity. This left me with a giant headache at lunch time, the first time was so bad that didn’t eat any lunch.

This was made even worse when Teacher came to get me. It was back to all of our exercises only this time it was on an empty stomach. Running, jumping, climbing, sparring until I was ready to fall over and throw up bile. I made sure after that to force myself to eat no matter what. It was a good thing too because neither of them were going to slow down.

Every time I seem to start getting used to the routine they would raise the difficulty on me. I started getting more of the spells correct on the first try, Celestia brought out double weaves forcing me to concentrate more. When I started being able to do my kata’s fluidly, Teacher brought out a new style for me to learn.

When the time for the first training trip rolled around I was grateful. Though I knew it wouldn’t be a vacation it meant that I would only have to focus on one thing. I was also able to use the time I gained during the night to practice my meditation more.

During the trip I managed to keep up with teacher as we ran. I knew he was holding back but the fact that I was now able to run so long without being short of breath meant I was making progress. I enjoyed the trip more than I thought I would. It was just me and Teacher again, and it felt nice. Even if I was exhausted at the end of the day, I was still sitting next to the fire, and Teacher was nearby telling me some story or legend of his home.

Things increased again once we returned. Tia the Terrible had me run through every single spell she had taught me. It took all of our time the first morning. She then told me that I should perform my warmups before meeting her the next morning. I was confused about that but it mattered little in the face of Lunch and the incoming training I would receive from Teacher.

I forgot to mention but I had another teacher through all of this. It was my sitter Cadence. She would take care of the bits not covered by Celestia. So she would go over history, and geography. Things that I am supposed to know as an adult. I was really happy to be able to spend time with her again. I think I did something wrong though. I will explain that later.

The next morning I went to Celestia, after doing my warm-ups like I was told. The Princess was waiting in a circle drawn on the ground in chalk. There was nothing special about it, just a plain circle. The Princess was holding two pieces of wood. Once I entered the circle she tossed one of them too me. I caught it easily but then I noticed what it was. A wooden sword.

The Princess had decided it was time I started learning her sword style. Most of that morning was spent with her telling me how to hold the sword properly, how to swing it properly, and how to move with it properly. I was drilled through those steps over and over. If it wasn’t for my training with Teacher I would likely have been dead tired by lunch.

Teacher noticed I was already sweating and asked about it. He seemed to frown when I told him about the sword training. I was worried that he was mad I was learning to use it, but he waved off those concerns. He explained his frown is from having to deal with what he called “Sword wielding idiots who didn’t understand that no means no”. I didn’t really understand it, but we went onto training soon after. I was a little more tired when I got to Cadence that day.

It wasn’t long before Celestia had me sparring against her to improve my sword skill. I wound up leaving that session covered in welts and bruises from where my guard was open. Tia the Terrible called then reminders. I have a few things I would rather call them and her.

What was worse was that Teacher was also getting into it. He was holding back less in our spars and I no longer received those little taps to tell me I had an opening. No, now I took actual strikes and was told to return the same. I suppose it was a mark of how far I had come but I only knew that it hurt. I knew what they were teaching me was meant to hurt. Meant to cause pain, meant to break bone, and in some cases, meant to kill. I guess I just thought, I thought I would have more time before the lessons grew to that point.

Cadence was surprised and worried when I started coming to our lessons covered in bruises. Each time I came to the lessons she would always fuss over me. Then, one day near the end of summer she asked why I put myself through the training. This is where I think I did something wrong. I could only think back to when I challenged to both my teachers.

“Because I asked for it.” I had said. I was rather tired that day. I also learned I had a concussion the next day so that may be why that answer was chosen. Cadence looked at me for a moment. Her mouth was hanging open, and she looked like she was going to cry. Then she got mad. I could tell because she looked like this once before when she found me being bullied in the park. This time seemed worse though. She wrapped her arms around me, I think she was going to hug me but everything went dark after that.

The next day I woke up wrapped in bandages, Teacher was sitting next to my bed in her girl form. She was looking down at me with a strange expression. When I asked her what was going on, she told me that my training was cancelled for now. I, I kinda panicked at that. I kept asking why it was cancelled, if I wasn’t good enough, if I had done something wrong. Teachers face became… tight. I think that is the best way to describe it.

Teacher put her hands on my shoulders, and told me I didn’t do anything wrong. I was to spend time with my family and recover. I didn’t know what else to do at that point so I did as I was told. My mom was in tears when I arrived home, she had wrapped me in a hug and was layering kisses across my forehead. She told me everything would be okay.

Later I learned that Cadence had confronted Teacher and Celestia on my behalf. That answer I had given her had made her angry, yes, but not at me. She had torn both of the fighters down for how they were training me. She even said that if they continued they would break me, like a toy in a tug of war between two children. I was numb when I heard this because I didn’t understand how to respond. As the season changed to Autumn I started to think Cadence may have been right.

However, it was wrong. Each morning I still rose at dawn. Each day I still trained. Each evening I went over all my spells. Each night I meditated and searched for why I felt wrong. I wondered why until one day I couldn’t take the feeling anymore. I took my practice sword and I left for the castle.

I had no issue getting into the castle, the guards knew me well by this time and they had no orders to keep me out. I made my way through the halls until I found the ones I was looking for. Teacher and Celestia were in the throne room. The Princess was on her throne casting a heated glare at Teacher, who was ignoring her. Both their eyes were on me when I entered.

“Twilight Sparkle, why are you here?” Tia was the one who asked. Teacher was just looking at me curiously.

“I am here to train.” I answered.

“Your training is done Twilight. Go home.” Celestia ordered firmly, more of a princess at this moment than I had remembered her.

It was an order I would ignore. “Why?”

“It has come to our attention that, we are not suited for teaching you.” Celestia explained. Teacher was remaining silent, standing off to the side watching me.

“So that’s it?” I was looking at the floor now. My grip on the wooden training sword was so tight my knuckles were white.

“Yes Sparkle, now go home.” The Princess ordered once more.

I lost it at that point. My feet were in motion, carrying me across the room at the princess, at Celestia, at one of my teachers who is supposed to be training me. While in route I was also casting. The first spell was to make a sharp edge from magic, the second spell was a double weave made to reinforce an object. Both were applied to the wooden sword I held.

Celestia had already moved out of the way of my strike, which cut through the cushions that decorated her throne. “Then what was it for?” I remember screaming.

“Twilight Sparkle, stop this at once!” Celestia continued to spout the order but now she had her sword in hand. It remained sheathed though. I charged her again, my sword batting against her own as I tried to score a strike against her.

“Why are we stopping now! Why is my training done! What was the point of all the bruises and cuts and sprains if we are going to stop now!” I was venting, but those were my feelings at the time. I managed to knock Celestia’s sword wide, opening her guard briefly. Then I felt something slam into my chest. I was sent tumbling across the room from the blow before I managed to right myself. I saw Teacher, Ranma, standing next to Celestia, arm extended and palm open. Ranma took a relaxed stance. He looked at me as I was panting to recover my breath.

“Cut me.”

The statement left me confused for a moment. Ranma saw this and clarified.

“Cut me. Land a blow on me with what you have learned so far, and I will begin teaching you again.” Ranma had said.

I started raising, the haze of anger from earlier left me and I began to notice other details in the room. Like the guards who were surrounding us. I had attacked the Princess, student or not that was not looked on to kindly. Oh well, by that point it was too late, and I was not about to let this chance slip by.

“But,” I focused on Ranma once more, “this means the kid gloves are off. Every spar from here on will be a battle, every lesson will test your limits and push you past them.”

I realized he was giving me a final warning. I stood up straight and took the time to steady my breathing. The glimmer of hope he dangled in front of me. When I opened my eyes again ready to continue I charged. I was under no illusions that this would be easy. I could even tell that he was still holding back his strength, but he didn’t need all of it. He just needed enough, I realized when I blocked one of his kicks and was sent across the room again.

I was rising to my feet again when I felt fear, leaping to my left as hard as I could I barely dodge as silvery steel bites into the stone floor. Looking back to where the strike came from I was startled to see that Celestia had freed her sword from it’s scabbard.

“If you are so determined, then prove yourself Twilight.” The White Princess stated as she took up her own stance.

The realization of what I was now facing would have been enough to make me regret my decision that day, had I enough time to even do that. All my focus was taken up with dodging my teachers strikes. Celestia would thrust and I would parry. Ranma would kick and I would dodge. This dance continued on and I was worn down while they had not even shed a bead of sweat.

My sword was battered and brittle, it wouldn’t last through another strike. If I wanted to win this challenge then I needed to do something. I charged the pair again, an idea in my head. I had to maintain the spells that let my practice sword function as a real blade for the entire fight. But that wouldn’t matter soon as the sword would break. So I moved the magic edge. When I got between them I swung as hard as I could at Celestia. My sword shattered but it knocked hers up. She was in motion to close the hole and Ranma’s blow was coming in.

I am still not sure how I did it, but I managed to jump onto Ranma’s kick. I used it’s moment to get me inside Celestia’s guard. I grabbed her sword arm briefly but was flung away from them once move. The room was silent except for the sound of blood pumping in my ears. Okay it might not have been silent but I couldn’t really tall at the moment. Then I heard a new sound, one that sounded like chimes. It was Celestia, and she was laughing.

“Clever girl.” The White Princess stated as she examined her sword arm. Five trails of blood had blossomed into existence. “Expert use of the spell you were using.”

“Sneaky little brat alright.” Ranma said as he ripped the bottom of his pant leg off from where it was sliced through. A single line of blood crossing the width of his leg. “Your sword was gonna break so you put that cutting spell onto yourself.”

I have no idea if they said anything else, because after I realized I had won I passed out.

Wow I filled out a lot of you tonight. I guess I will have to continue writing in you tomorrow.

Until then,

Twilight Sparkle.

Author's Note

Okay peoples, I am back. now I am sorry if there are any errors I missed. I wrote this chapter in 4 hours because my muse was screaming in my ear the entire time and demanded to be obeyed. I swear I don't know if I made this out of context or not all I know is I started writing it at 4 am and finished at 8 and didn't pause once during it. It started rolling down the road and writing itself as it went. I am certain that some of you are going to nitpick flaws that you find and you may be right to do so. This chapter may even get a rewrite but at the moment I just like it too damn much.

The conflict is a little ridiculous but I had see how it would go once the words appeared on paper. One of the things that led me to thinking this was needed was that Twilight is broken. Let me explain my view of this and I am also talking about Cannon Twilight Sparkle. Twilight Sparkle is overly critical of every little decision she makes. Everything must be checked, double checked, triple checked, and have a checklist and official records. She is OCD at the least. Though she would probably prefer it be CDO. For the OCD people out there, they will get that joke, everyone else will probably call me a prick.

Along with being OCD Twilight suffers a type of neurosis; yes according to the definition that is the right word to use; about Celestia's opinions, views, and expectations of her. This has lead to several silly situations in the show. Now while many out there will claim that these thing develop over time I counter with the fact that there is no such thing as a sane person. Everyone in the world has a quirk, no matter how small, everyone has a quirk. I say some people are literally born with mental problems. Being bi-polar, ADHD, and a couple other issues I believe I have a right to at least make that claim. Anyway, taking this into account I decided that these traits should remain but they do need to change. I am not sure how the OCD will change, or if it will. It may just manifest down the line after I am done with the current ark. it may already be there but I am just glossing over it cause writing about it would take to damn long and be boring. Though if you really want to see it then I am willing to spend the week writing you a 4k word chapter of Twilight Sparkle talking about a single blade of grass. Yeah, think about that. I really don't think there is even an OCD person out there that is that bad off.

Anyway, what my focus for this chapter was is the neurosis. It is centered on her training and her reasons for continuing. After all, a normal person may go out of there way to find a new teacher, or try to convince the old ones to take them back, or give up on it and train on their own. Instead, Twilight snapped and attacked her teachers. Twilight of this universe is being built and focused around fighting and magic combat. This is do to the influence of Ranma who started her training, the sight of Ranma and Celestia Battling each other, and the training she has already accomplished. From an earlier chapter you saw Twilight connect the strength she would gain from learning how to fight to safety. To keeping certain mean people from threatening her. To protect her family. Simple wishes of a child. That was the start of her determination to keep training. Then, then chance for that safety net vanished. Her training stopped. Something she had shed blood, sweat, and tears for. It was denied to her by the people who promised to make her stronger. She didn't handle it well to say the least.

Character development is a tricky thing. I am hoping I haven't just shot myself in the foot with this chapter but I like it. I like it a great deal. I am excited about it. I don't know why either but hey maybe you can tell me. And now I am sleepy. I need to post this on FanFiction as well and then I am gonna lay down. Enjoy your chapter.

My Teacher Wild Horse 7

Two Years Gone: Part 2

Dear Diary,

Let's see, where did I leave off. Oh right.

When we started our trip, I was not really all that certain of what to expect. For one Celestia was with us, instead of it just being Teacher and I. I also expected the entire trip to consist of nothing but me sparring against the two of them. I didn't mention that thought until we were outside of Canterlot and they asked why I was so nervous. The idea set them both laughing, though it was not harsh. Teacher explained that on this trip they were going to set the pace, and my goal was not to get left behind.

Celestia gave a small smile at me before saying the trip had begun. They then started running down the road. I was stunned for a moment before I remembered what I was just told and scrambled to catch up to the pair. The run was difficult. We didn’t stop for what felt like hours. Eventually we stopped for a break to have food. It was lunch time, and considering we set out around mid morning I was right about how long it felt. Soon I realized that this was going to be the pace of travel we would maintain for the entire training trip.

Run. Eat. Rest. Run. Eat. Rest. Oh Goddess it was terrible. If my legs didn’t feel like jelly then they were burning with exertion. Each step brought pain to the souls of my feet. Each mile felt like my stomach was going to eat itself. We kept this pace up for days before we managed to reach the first stop on the trip. As Celestia had said, we were visiting the various forts around the country. The nearest one to Canterlot was still a week’s travel away. We managed to reach it in four days.

It was an old fort, probably one of the first ones made in Equestria. It had stout stone walls, surrounded by wooden palisades. The walls had wide walkways and large crenulations to provide maneuverability and cover. It had a wonderful smell too. Sure there was the smell of sweat, horse, dung and other things. However we entered the fort as they were preparing for the evening meal. They had a good chef, or maybe I was just that hungry because I only really remember the cafeteria. Potatoes and gravy and buttered bread and roasted chicken. I ate until I was full and it was only after I was done that I noticed the odd looks I was getting. I had managed to clear several plates of food. More than any of the soldiers in the hall at the time. I wasn’t the only one though, The princess managed to pack away a few trays herself and neither of us matched Teacher.

If the food wasn’t nice enough we then got beds. Actual beds. Okay, they were cots, but still more comfortable than sleeping on the ground. I was asleep almost as soon as I laid down. I felt like I was in heaven for that night. Morning came too fast as unfortunately, considering the sun wasn’t even up yet. Celestia decided I should try keeping to her schedule.

That morning I sparred with Teacher and Celestia. It was the first time since we left Canterlot that I had done so. They were no longer holding themselves to just above my level. I had to work that much harder to dodge their attacks and land strikes. I was jumping over Teachers kicks as best as I could when I felt something telling me to dodge down. I don’t know what it was but a rolled back while in the air just in time to dodge a kick from Celestia. I landed on my back and rolled away from them both before kicking off of the ground to get back on my feet.

I took up my stance, my palm facing forward and arm extended. With a yell I sent out a blast of magic to knock them back and charged the Princess. Charging forward I leap to try and land a kick!

We left the fort after a couple of days. Hmm, the fight? Oh, that isn’t important. I did have a harder time keeping pace with my teachers this time because of the bruises though. Anyway, moving on now. The next fort took us two weeks to reach. This had more to do with a new training exercise they came up with. Since the next fort, Fort Shattered Hoof, was in the mountains they decided to take a seldom used path. So we spent two weeks of travel going up and down rocky outcroppings. It was exhausting, my hands had several blisters by the end of it.

Today we made it to the next fort on the list. I only have so much time to write so I am going to make this quick.

Fort Shatter Hoof focused on Archery instead of the normal spear combat, and the location of the fort made it all the stronger because of it. High in the mountains on the Equestrian border with Griffonia the terrain made it difficult to march an army through the few passes that were there. This also turned the enemy's troops into sitting ducks for the archers.

Shatter Hoof looked to be carved from the living stone of the mountainside itself, giving the fort a rather intimidating look. The guards were surprisingly friendly though. I get the feeling that visits to the fort were rather rare and they enjoyed what company they could get. My thoughts on the matter stalled when the fort commander came out and caught the princess in a bear hug. The princess was blushing slightly and trading jokes with the grey soldier. Apparently they were friends.

I did not learn any more about what was going on between the soldier and the princess however, because soon after, Teacher decided to test how well my ability to dodge has improved, by avoiding arrows. I remember looking at him in horror of the suggestion. Sadly he was serious and I was in the practice yard some time later with an archer taking shots at me while I dodged, blocked, and deflected them. First thing to know about avoiding arrows, dodge away from where the archers are aiming, not from where the arrows are flying. I was lucky that they were ball tipped, the little iron balls still hurt a lot.

Celestia announced that the next fort to inspect was a cloud fort. I was confused as to how I would explore a Wind-Whisperer only fort. I can’t walk on clouds.

There is a spell to walk on clouds. I never knew. I decided right then that I would learn that spell; Literally, Celestia said she was only casting it once; because clouds are amazing. They are so soft. I am making a cloud bed the first chance I get. So we arrived at Cloud Fort Thunder Break. Teacher found the name amusing and Celestia rolled her eyes at it.

You would think a Wind-Whisperer fort would focus on things like, ranged attack, arrows, spears. Nope, they are all sword users. Every last one of them. Though they do have these things, Teacher called them caltrops. Celetia calls them lightning beacons. They are jagged bits of metal that hook on clothing or boots, and they attract Wind-Whisperer lightning.

My time at the fort was spent sparring with multiple guards, Keeping the spell going on both myself and Teacher, and watching Teacher confuse the various guards with his strange floating combat style. I don’t think they ever met someone who could stay in the air that long without actual flight.

Oh right, this place was a milestone for me. I could fight off three groan guards at once. It was exhausting, and Celestia had me do it each day for the time we stayed at the fort.

Apparently we were halfway done with the tour. That Celestia had us on. Equestria only had a few major forts. But we were apparently heading to the WonderBolts camp next. I think this is a good stopping point.

This is Twilight

Until Next time.

Chapter 1: The Accident.

My Teacher Wild Horse.

Chapter 1: The Accident

Diary,

I'm not sure how to begin, I have not kept a diary before now. Can you even be called a diary? Right now I am just writing you on some spare paper that was in my bag. I was lucky to have it.

My bag, its contents, and my clothes. These are all I have now. Oh, and my Teacher, the one who saved me. I suppose I should explain what happened.

I had to take a test, and I failed it horribly. I am a Spell-Weaver, at least I think that is the word. The point is I can use magic directly. I dream of being as good as the Solar Princess. So once I got to the point that I could call on my magic, my parents enrolled me in "Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Spell-Weavers".

I was a bundle of nerves when we got there. I needed to pass the entrance exam to get in. I was prepared for a written test. I was ready for a show of magic. I was not ready for an egg.

No warning, no build up, just out of nowhere I am told to hatch a Dragon’s egg. I don't think the Spell-Weavers giving the exam could have done it. Well I did it, and the dragon has been with me since. I named him Spike; he likes to coil around my arm.

The thing is, I may have destroyed the classroom when I did this. I had a magic surge and lost control. I was scared, and wished for someone to save me. Then Teacher was there. I don't know what he did but he got my magic to settle. I don't think I will ever forget the first time I saw his eyes, they were blue, with little flecks of gray. It was like looking at the sky that was gathering storm clouds.

The examiners were mad though. They called me a monster and said that I should be locked up. They even called the guards on me! I didn't even do anything wrong, they told me to hatch the egg and I did it, so why were they so mean to me.

Teacher didn't like that though. He had a scowl on his face when the examiners were yelling at me. He even punched one of them who tried to use magic on me. Well, that's when the guards came in. They went after Teacher right then, but he avoided all their hits. It is hard to describe what happened, he just seemed to flow around the blows. He managed to knock them all out.

Then more guards showed up, and they had the Princess with them. The Princess looked mad too. I was crying at this point. I think I was babbling as well, something close to "I'm only eight, I don't want to go to the dungeons!" or something like that. I don't remember much. I do remember that Teacher had me in his arms and jumped out the window.

Everything was hazy after that. All I know is eventually the blurring city turned into blurring trees. The closest forest to Canterlot was a long ways away to my knowledge so I am not sure how he got there so fast. Though it was close to night, and my test was in the afternoon.

Teacher had put me down on the roots of a large tree. He then started to conjure things. I know, it sounds silly, but he did! I saw him pull a tent from thin air! He also conjured firewood, a cooking pot, and food! I thought you couldn't conjure food. I was looking at him in awe at the display of magic, he did it so casually too. I have heard stories where other Spell-Weavers conjure something the size of the cooking pot and pass out from exhaustion.

He laughed at me, I guess I looked kind of silly gaping at him but still he didn't need to laugh. Well he started to make food and I decided to talk. I learned something important at that moment, Teacher didn't speak Common. So we both spoke gibberish to each other for a short time. Teacher shook his head and pointed at himself, "Ran-ma" he said, saying each part clearly.

I looked at him for a moment before pointing to myself, "Twilight."

"Twi-late?" He got it wrong?

"Twi-Light." I told him again, making sure to say each part clearly.

"Twi-light?" That was better, but I wanted perfection.

"Twilight." I smiled while I pointed to myself. Then I pointed at him and said "Ramma" excitedly. He looked a little disgruntled, I guess I did get his name wrong. We spent dinner, practicing each other's names, and he taught me to eat with these two carved sticks. Oh, I am out of paper. I guess this is it for right now.

Till next time,

Twilight Sparkle.

Celestia walked at a brisk pace as her guards marched beside her. She had sensed the massive flux of magical energy and saw the blast come from one of the towers of her school. Hopefully she would make it in time to help mitigate the damage.

She had a scowl on her face as she neared the classroom in question. They were giving the entry exams today, and in her mind there was no excuse for an outburst of this magnitude. The teachers must be fools to allow something like this to happen. As she rounded the broken door she took in the details of the room.

There were a few of the school security guards lying prone on the floor, surrounded by shards of broken glass. Against the back wall of the room were two Spell-Weavers, their faces a mix of shock and concern. One of the examiners was doubled over trying to get air into his lungs. She took all this information in and processed it in an instant.

She decided it was unimportant when matched to the man that stood guard over the child in the room. His stance was loose, yet ready. His eyes danced across her guards, evaluating them. Then his eyes locked with hers. In that moment a battle took place, one that was invisible to all those around them. Celestia kept her gaze firm as she judged the man before her. Plans were made and cast aside and new ones formed as she tried to think of a way to defuse this situation.

Ultimately the decision was taken from her when he picked up the young Spell-Weaver behind him and leapt from the window. Her eyes widened as she remembered they were on the fifth floor. She ran forward, hoping that she would not see the bodies smashed against the cobbled road below. Looking through she saw the man was indeed still alive, with the child held tightly against him, and he was leaping across the rooftops as if he were a Wind-Whisperer.

Celestia released a grateful sigh before firming her composure. “Corporal. Follow them, I want them back at the palace to explain their side of this mess.” She ordered. One of her guards saluted before going out the window, a burst of air signaling the activation of his inborn magics.

Celestia turned her gaze upon the remaining occupants of the room. “Now, would someone care to explain what happened here.” It was a command, not a question.

The examiner, Professor Kiln, had recovered enough to speak it seemed. He was a reed thin Spell-Weaver with grey-green hair. He was also one of her more arrogant teachers.

“My lady, it is good you arrived. That little monster and the beast she summoned would have probably done us in.” He wheezed.

Celestia lifted a brow in response to that. Before she could reply though a new voice cut through the room.

“Monster?” The blue haired Spell-Weaver was now looking solely at the examiner with a burning fire in his eyes. “Monster! You dare! You dare to call my daughter a monster after what you have just put her through!”

Celestia stood aside and motioned for her guards to do the same. She watched as the man stepped away from his wife and his hands alight with magic. Professor Kiln was slammed into a wall with enough force to empty his lungs of air.

“You have the gall! The utter arrogance to blame Twilight for this mess. I thought this was supposed to be a school, not a torture chamber!” The incensed father bellowed. He would have likely continued his tirade if his wife hadn’t stopped him.

Celestia met their eyes, and allowed her own to soften some. “Please, explain.”

The man took a moment to compose himself before speaking. “Princess. My wife and I brought our daughter Twilight to the school to try and enroll her. We were told that she would have to pass the entrance exam. When we were led to this room he,” The man pointed at the professor, “told Twilight to hatch a dragon egg.”

Celestia looked surprised. “A dragon egg?” She asked, not wanting to believe her ears.

The father allowed himself a small proud smile. “Yes, and she succeeded.” He gestured to the remains of a cart. Atop the mess of wood and straw was the glimmering remnants of an eggshell.

Celestia examined the shell, wondering just where they could have found an egg. Dragons were notoriously protective of their young.

“However this only happened when her magic surged.” A new voice spoke up nervously.

Celestia’s eyes locked onto the source, one of the other examiners in the room. It was then she realized she didn’t have a name to go with the face. “And you are?”

“L-Light Tomb, your highness. I just started here a week ago.” He swallowed nervously. “Professor Kiln retrieved me and Ink Well to help with the evaluation of a new student. I-I had no idea it was going to turn into such a farce.” Celestia waved off the statement, obviously in no mood for excuses. “As I said she only managed to hatch the egg when her magic surged. She lost control at that point causing much of the damage to the classroom.”

Light Tomb paused here to take a calming breath. “It was only thanks to the person she summoned that things did not get worse.”

“Summoned?” Celestia said, disbelief tinting her voice.

Light Tomb nodded. “I don’t know who or what he was your highness, but he managed to stop her surge by just touching her. I have no idea how he managed that much when her magic had held all of us aloft in the air. Then…” he trailed off looking at the fallen Professor.

“Then that beast started yelling at my daughter. He said she was a monster and started yelling about how she should be locked up for the rest of her life.” The mother spoke for the first time, a voice tinged with sadness and venom.

Celestia rarely showed her anger, but it was very difficult to contain it in this case. “Get him out of my school.” She said, her voice containing hints of her true fury. “Out of my school, off of the grounds, and into the dungeons.” As her former Professor was being hauled away Celestia allowed herself a small curse at the situation.

Dear Diary,

Teacher got me more paper, now I can continue to write in you. It has been two days since the first entry. Anyway I need to tell you something important. Teacher can shapeshift! It seems it is only controlled by water though, it is kind of odd. With cold water he turns into a girl!

That actually makes taking baths together a lot easier. I didn’t find out about this until we came to a river. It had been a few days' travel and the weather was nice, but we were both dirty and low on water. I was so happy to see it that I dropped my bag and leapt into the river. When I came back up, in place of where my Teacher was, there was a girl I had never seen before, but she had the same eyes as Teacher, and the same clothes, and the same “Look what you did now” expression, so it must have been Teacher.

I guess you must be wondering about that last one… Well it is not important. Anyway, now that I have more paper I can tell you about all the stuff I didn’t get to write last time. How about how Teacher looks? He is tall, taller than my dad, with broad shoulders and black hair. He has his hair tied into a tail at his neck, and he has muscles all over. They aren’t massive like I saw on some of the guards though. They are there, they are strong, but they are not bulky. His girl side? She is about as tall as my mom, with bright red hair. She also has a really big chest.

Oh, I changed as well. No I didn’t transform, but I have something I have wanted for a long time. I have my emblem! It appeared on my left shoulder, I was so excited when I found out. Teacher thought it was odd, we haven’t gotten that far in talking yet so she didn’t understand. Wait, is it he or she? She was a she when we were bathing, but now it is dinner time and she… is still a she. Huh?

Anyway I suppose I should tell you more about me, huh? You are my diary. My name is Twilight Sparkle. I am a Spell-Weaver, and my emblem is a big purple starburst with five white stars around it. Oh, I guess that isn’t enough. You don’t even know what I look like.

I am eight years old. I have purple hair, and a pink strip that runs through it just above my left eye. My hair is straight, and goes to my shoulders, except my bangs, those are cut to expose my forehead. Like all Spell-Weavers I have a gem set in my brow, it is purple as well.

However, now that I am thinking about it, Teacher doesn’t have that. He can do magic though, I know he can. He just doesn’t do it like anyone I have seen before. He is teaching me some of it as well. It is odd, instead of spells and incantations, he is teaching me to breathe a certain way, to move a certain way. I don’t really understand it, but maybe I will someday.

I do know that Teacher likes to show off. He used strange magic to cut through a tree! It was wider than I am tall. He then chopped it all up into bits of firewood. I don’t understand how he does this. He can use magic like a Spell-Weaver, he can jump so high you would believe he was a Wind-Whisperer, and he is stronger than any Earth-Soul I have ever seen.

Oh yeah, we made some more progress on speaking. We each know simple things now, mostly names of things we see around us. His word for water is pretty funny. Mizu. See, I told you it was funny. Mizu, mizu, mizu, mizu. It sounds like a treat. Oh, now I’m hungry. I have to go now, Teacher is back with food.

Till next time,

Twilight Sparkle.

PS: We were passing by some animals and saw a herd of wild mustangs. Apparently Teacher;s name means Wild Horse. Isn’t that silly? I will keep calling him Teacher though.

Author's Note

And here is my new story. Now there are a few things I would like to address. The journal entries are going to be a big part of this fic. Most of it will be from Twilight's perspective and thus be jotted down in the journal. There will be segments where we see things as they happen on Celestia's end as she tries to fix the mess that happened.

Next, yes this is a humanized story. I have to say dealing with pony terms is just a pain. It is a minor detail but it is something that nags in the back of your head the entire time. So yes, human. yes, better descriptions will come, but for now just use your imagination.

Please post any questions you have in the comments below. I think I will actually make a sequel for this story as well, i am not sure. It depends on how far I get with this.

Chapter 3: Winter Starts

My Teacher Wild Horse

Chapter 3: Winter Starts

Celestia let out a sigh as she considered the latest report about the missing child. The child, Twilight Sparkle, had now been missing for 6 months. She also seemed terrified of her guards due to some misunderstanding. The natural consequence of this is the man she summoned during her exam then fights off the guards and flees with her.

She wondered just who the man was, and what people he hailed from. She hadn’t felt the magic of the three tribes in him, though there was some magic. However with the magic there was something more. It was strong, filled with confidence. She knew also from the way he moved he was a fighter. She had seen few of such caliber as him. Not many could challenge her guard without resorting to surprise, he laid out a squad.

Celestia walked out to her balcony, eyes going to the sky watching snow fall. The first snow of the year, and more to come. Her eyes slid down, from her position she could see the soft white blanket beginning to cover her kingdom. Past the walls of Canterlot in the hazy distance, the Everfree Forest.

Many feelings swirled inside her at the thought of her once home, but those emotions have long since dulled with time. New feelings were there now, the knowledge that this stranger and his charge were somewhere in the forest. She wished them luck, it would be difficult to survive a winter without a ready supply of food.

Celestia would not be idle however. She turned and headed into the castle, determination in her eyes. It wasn’t long before she reached her goal. it was true there were few warriors of such skill that she could call upon to challenge this man. That was not to say there wasn’t another option. From a stand at the end of the room Celestia lifted an ornate sword. The familiar grip fitting her hand as it was made to do.

There were few she could call upon. So the Princess of the Sun decided it was time to burn away the rust that had formed on her greatest weapon. Slowly, Celestia drew the gleaming sword. Then quicker than a viper, she flowed through several forms, stabbing and slicing at invisible enemies.

Pausing with the sword angled upwards into an imaginary neck, she frowned. Yes, there was much rust to remove, and she had all winter to polish her form.

Diary,

My training has shifted from Punches and kicks to gathering wood and stuff from around the castle. I originally questioned this but all Teacher said was we needed to prepare. My questions were answered soon though when the first snow came. We are going to be holled up for the winter in this castle.

While doing this I made a discovery. The castle has a library! I could hardly believe it when I saw all those books. I will admit I got a little distracted. Teacher was laughing when she found me. No, wait, not laughing. He was “chuckling” when she found me. I found a dictionary in the library just so you know.

Anyway she said it was time for dinner. I picked up a few books and followed as best as I could, it was hard to see around them. Teacher seemed to find it amusing. That is another new word by the way.

That’s all for now,

Twilight Sparkle.

Diary,

It’s so cold. Yes, I know it is winter time but still I didn’t think it would be this bad. Now that I think about it I normally have a coat for winter. Teacher decided that it was worth a trip into town, there is one close by but I don’t know it’s name.

Teacher traded the rabbit furs he had been gathering for bits. We then found a tailor. It was nice inside the shop, much warmer than outside. The tailor was a nice old man, he was an Earth-Soul, I think.

He also had a helper. She was the same age as me and she was also a Spell-Weaver. Her name is Rarity, and she likes to be dramatic. She said some rude things about my clothes, but they were kinda falling apart at this point.

It took a few hours but I got a few new outfits made. They were nice, though the Robe Teacher had made for me seemed a little odd. It is white, with a black belt and loose white pants. It was also made from heavy materials. Teacher called it a “Gi”, and said it was a training outfit.

The last thing we got was a fur coat for both of us. I was surprised, and grateful. The coat was much warmer than any of our other clothes. I didn’t know how we could afford all of them with just the few bits we got from the rabbit furs. Though for some reason the tailor kept thanking Teacher for something.

After that we walked back to the castle, the return trip was much more comfortable than the trip out. The coat kept me warm for the whole trip. It was nice.

Till next time,

Twilight Sparkle.

Dear Diary,

My search through the castle has resulted in more than just books. I have found some old cooking pots, though they were really dirty. They were made out of something that doesn’t rust though, so we can use them.

Along with the cooking pots I found old suits of armor, rooms full of weapons, a bunch of dusty cushions, and all kinds of things. I am surprised at how well everything has held up compared to the castle. I think a lot of it has enchantments on it.

Oh yeah, I have been practicing my magic. I can keep a book floating in front of me while I practice the art. Teacher seems to approve, but he has also started tossing things at me when I do this. He said I need to train my awareness if I am going to keep my nose in a book as I do everything.

Hmm, oh yeah that is a new phrase for you. The “art” is what Teacher calls what he teaches me. It is actually called martial arts, or the art of fighting. Teacher just shortened it to The Art. I have been making a lot of progress there. Teacher has started sparring with me. I do my best to hit him and he keeps poking me where I have left my guard open.

Your future fighter,

Twilight Sparkle.

Ranma watched as Twilight dodged the stones he threw at her. He was happy with the progress his student had made in the time they had been together. She had already picked up the basics of a few styles and made large strides in strengthening her limbs. He was originally afraid he pushed her too far when he set her to punch the logs, but she surprised him with a quick recovery. He suspected magic was acting much like Ki for this.

He also knew it would be some time before she was ready to be on her own. If what she told him was true then this Princess was a very dangerous enemy to have. Then again, from what he saw he had no doubts about how strong the woman was.

When she had sized him up in that classroom he had done the same to her, the amount of power he felt from here was terrifying. She was much stronger than Saffron. While he could defeat the Lord of the Phoenix People with considerably less effort than what he spent in their first fight, the arrogant peacock was still in his top three for most dangerous opponents.

“Twilight. Get ready for a spar.” He told her. His student has made much more progress in the last few weeks than before. Ranma assumed she found her own drive. He wouldn’t pry. That was a matter for each martial artist to figure out on their own.

Twilight bounded over to the sparring matts. He had managed to build some using the fallen tapestries and copious amounts of grass in the forest. She took her stance, one based on moving away and dodging. It was good for a beginner. When he gave the signal she charged at him. He allowed Twilight to get in close, blocking all her hits.

He was happy with the amount of progress made with her strength training. Each of her blows had a decent amount of power for someone of her size. He was caught off guard though when the dragon resting on top of her head lifted up and spat fire at him.

Ranma leapt backwards onto another mat, only to have it suddenly yanked out from beneath him by a violet glow. He stumbled for a moment and Twilight closed the distance to land a kick to his stomach. It didn’t affect him much, but it was a point in her favor.

“Anything Goes Teacher!” Twilight sang as she tried to follow up her strike, only to have Ranma grab her foot and toss her into the air. Twilight let out a small shriek as she tried to right herself before meeting the ground. Only for her fall to be stopped short by Ranma grabbing the back of her training outfit and holding her aloft in the air.

“Not bad, munchkin. You know I am going to be ready for that from now on though, right?” Ranma asked her, before letting her drop the rest of the way to the ground.

“Yes.” Twilight said with a pout, obviously she was expecting to get in more than just one kick.

“Well then, point to you. Ready for the next round.” Ranma slid back into his relaxed stance and gave Twilight a moment to do the same. This time he didn’t bother with a signal and charged in. Twilight’s eyes widened before she let out another shrill shriek.

“No!” was all she managed to get out before she started laughing as Ranma’s nimble fingers managed to find all her sensitive spots. “No-No Fair!” Twilight yelled between bouts of laughter.

“You already said it kid, Anything Goes.” Ranma told her with a smirk. He made her struggle for a few more minutes before calling an end to the match. They went inside and he started preparing dinner for them.

Ranma would admit even though the start he had in this world was a little hectic, he wouldn’t trade what he had right now.

Author's Note

All of you praise Felyon for being my much needed proofreader. Praise him!

An Account of the Races of Equestria.

Humans of Equestria. Though their origin is different they are close enough to us in appearance. The humans of Equestria are many and varied. There are of course the three most well known races. Though the colorful hair and large eyes make them stand out.

Spell-Weaver: Spell-Weavers are a race of magic using ponykin. They have a gem that grows upon their brow. Magic gathers in and around this natural focus allowing them to give it form with thoughts and intent. Spell-Weavers tend to be of average height, ranging from 5’ tall to 6’ tall.

Wind-Whisperer: Wind-Whisperers are a race of people who sore on the winds themselve. Ethereal wings sprout from their back. Their magic is so predisposed to air and weather that the clouds are not different from the ground to them. Wind-Whisperers are very slim in build. Naturally high metabolism and the need to maneuver through the air making it hard for them to put on weight. Most are only 4’ to 5’2”.

Earth-Soul: The Farmer, builders, and movers of the land. Among the most common out there but do not underestimate them. An Earth-Soul is several times stronger than the other Humans. Their connection to the earth strengthens them and when they put down roots that connection loops back to strengthen the land. Largest among the races they stand at 6’5” at the smallest and 7’5” at the largest.

Icon: Only one is known but there are rumors that there are more. Princess Celestia is the only publicly known Icon. One who has the traits of all three races. Standing at 6’2” and with enough power to move the sun and moon, Icons are exactly what their names claim. Icons, Goddess’, Devine. No matter what you may call them, they are in a league of their own. Though it has been melinia since Celestia herself has gone to war. There are rumors of someone who has been challenging her recently. A strange dark haired Earth-Soul, or red haired Wind-Whisperer. The accounts are confused. What is known is that after their first clash it became obvious they out classed all but the most highly trained of the guards.

An account of the pony races. By Twilight Sparkle, age 10.