The Human Hero

Chapter 6

I Walk the (Not So) Lonely Road.

Allyn stood at the Ponyville Train station a couple days after Luna pardoned him and the other members of Alchemic Reaction. He had everything packed for the next few months traveling, even had his Iphone charged if anypony wanted to call him. He had a few moments before the train left the station for Appleoosa, he had heard it was having a crazy party thanks to some guy named "Cheese Sandwich", so he said his goodbyes to the Mane Seven and Alchemic Reaction..

"Are you sure you want to leave," Vinyl asked, slightly less energetic than usual.

"Well since Princess Celestia said there was no spell to return me to my home," Allyn said scratching the back of his head, his bags on each side of his legs, "I figured that I'd take this opportunity to see Equestria. After all, they barely show what I can only guess is a third of it in the show."

"I still can believe Princess Celestia and Princess Luna made you a Major in the royal guard," Rarity said.

Allyn shrugged, even he was curious about how he convinced Luna to vouch for him to her sister. He figured after his explanation of how State Alchemist worked on Earth they probably thought it was a good idea to have someone with Allyn's talent in the Guard, but just how the fuck did he convince them to give him a six-figure sum per month?

"Well when ever you have the time to write," Octavia said holding some paper in her hand.

"We'll be waiting Allyn," Pinkie said holding four balloons in each hand.

"Stay cool man," Rim said, he and Spike holding their fist out for a brofist.

Allyn replied by returning the brofist as the train whistle blew announcing all aboard. Allyn gave a final group hug, grabbed his bags, and hopped on the train, taking a seat near a window. As the train pulled away, Allyn lowered the window and leaned out, waving goodbye to his Pony Friends.

After Ponyville was a good distance behind the train, Allyn placed his earplugs in, put Good Life on his Ipod, pulled the hood over his head, and decided to take a little nap. As Allyn nuzzled into his seat, he didn't notice the woman in a yellow sun hat, white, up-to-the-elbow gloves, and a cyan dress watching him two rows over.

She folded her newspaper over and kept an eye on him, as she was told to by the creature agreeing to feed her people.

Is he in your view, Ishneel asked though a mystic connection he made with Chrysalis.

He doesn't suspect a thing, Ishneel, she communicated to her ally, A few of my Changelings are in other cars to keep an eye on him if he moves as well.

Excellent, Ishneel replied, Just remember; he must not be made aware that you are following him or our deal is invalid. Am I clear?

Chrysalis gawked at the pony in her head, You forget who you're talking to my dear; even if he suspects one form, then my Changelings and I shall merely change and wait until he's not so paranoid.

She looked over at Allyn's face as he listened to the music, Ishneel never said that this stallion was rather handsome. She would have to take personal notes if she overheard him talking about what he looked for in a mare, he looks like he could easily feed her people for a while.

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The fare land of Skyrim, home of the Nord warriors. It has been eight months since the fierce dragon Alduin returned and began raising an army of dragons, following the prophecy foretold by the ancients. The Dovahkiin, a Nord named John Wolfsbane, and his loyal traveling companion, Lydia, camped in the the hot springs of southern Eastmarch with his trusty horse Shadowmere, waiting for their chance to strike down the dragon at the top of a nearby mountain after nightfall.

"Got enough arrows," John asked as he sharpened Valtiri, his favorite Skyforge Steel sword with a personal Flame enchantment on it.

"I've still got a good thousand steel arrows sir," the housecarl replied refilling Valtori, the sister sword of Valtiri, of its Shock enchantment, "Dragonbane still charged?"

The dragonborn unsheathed the mystic katana of The Blades, lightning crackling off its blade.

"Eh," he said looking at the charge of the weapon, "It'll be good for the fight. We're going up against a normal dragon right, not an Elder Dragon?"

Lydia and John realized that they had no knowledge of what type of Dragon they were about to face, then each pulled out a bottle of Blake Briar Mead and downed half of their bottles. Suddenly, John's wolf instincts and the mystic ability of his Ebony Mail alerted him of nearby danger. He motioned to Lydia not to react immediately as he slowly reached for his nearby crossbow.

"Well it could be worst," John said loud enough for whoever or whatever was behind them, his attention to the unknown being behind them hiding in the tree line.

"How is that, my Thane," Lydia replied holding her Orcish bow on her lap, a poisoned arrow readied in her quiver.

"Three," he whispered to Lydia, "Two."

He leaped forward, rolling as he grabbed his pre-loaded crossbow, and quickly turned a he stood up. Lydia jumped to her feet, bow stretched back and ready to fire its poisoned ammunition. John fired the crossbow, sending a flaming bolt into the tree near where he sensed the being. he quickly reloaded the crossbow and aimed again.

"THAT WAS A WARNING SHOT, NOW COME OUT AND FACE THE DRAGONBORN," he yelled to the forest line, "I must warn thee, thine archery level is 100. In other words, I do NOT miss what I aim at."

From behind the tree, a fair maiden with dark blue wings, hair made of the stars themselves that seemed to flow without wind, a horn in the middle of her forehead, and wearing a Royal Blue dress walked out of the treeline and towards John and Lydia.

"Not a highly polite way to greet us, Allyn Flynt," Luna said, clearly not amused by being shot at with a crossbow.

Allyn smiled and took off his Ebony Helmet, allowing his short black hair to fall out and breathe. Allyn motioned to Lydia that this was Royalty and told her to lower her bow. Lydia bowed to Luna and apologized for threatening to shoot her with a poisoned arrow.

"Sorry Luna," Allyn said as he put the crossbow down and picked up and apple for her, "Forgot you could travel into dreams." He threw the apple to Luna, which she ate after catching it with her magic.

"May we ask," Luna said sitting by the fire Allyn had set up in his dream, "Where are we?"

"We're currently in the swamps near the edge of Eastmarch," Allyn said slicing off a small piece of another apple with a dagger, "One of nine holds in the land of Skyrim, one of the northern nations of Tamriel. A world of Dragons, Elves, Demons, and other unreal creatures to humans."

Allyn pointed to the mountain with his dagger, "My job is to rid the world of one dragon in particular, a fiend called Alduin, who wishes to build an army of resurrected Dov and end the all life. And one of his minions resides on yonder mountain top, which me and Lydia here intend to climb after night fall and slay."

Suddenly, a mighty roar came from the mountain and the ground shook. Shadowmere neighed and stood on his back legs from the roar. Allyn gave a hearty laugh and pointed Dragonbane at the circling dragon.

"THAT'S RIGHT YOU GODS DAMNED SERPENT," he said in his booming Nordic voice, "TELL ALDUIN THAT I AM COMING FOR THEE." As he yelled at the mountain, the Ebony Mail alerted him to more danger nearby. The ground shook as another roar pierced the skies, this time coming from Riverdale to the south.

The three turned to reveal a large purple and green dragon flying towards them, breathing ice as it flew towards them. Allyn jumped on Shadowmere, grabbed Lydia's arm, threw her behind him and the trio rode as fast as Shadowmere could run towards the tree line.

"Take the reigns," Allyn said to Lydia as he drew Dragonbane and stood up on the moving horse. Allyn jumped onto a low branch of a tree as Lydia and Shadowmere rode further into the forest, afterwards swinging from branch to branch until he made his way to the top of the canopy.

As Allyn stood on the limb of the tree, a third roar came from the mountain. Allyn quickly looked over to see the circling dragon from before was now on its way towards him. Fuck me running, Allyn thought to himself, A Legendary and an Elder at the same time. Even though he was lvl. 78, fighting both alone would be nearly impossible without Lydia or the Blades to help.

"Fine then," He said turning his attention back on the Legendary Dragon, "Let's do this the hard way." He sheathed Dragonbane and held his hands to his mouth, readying a Thu'um to level the playing field.

"Od," he started as he could feel the Shout building deep in his throat and gut, "Ah. Viing."

As he unleashed the name of his Dov ally, a ring traveled through Skyrim followed seconds later be a roar of a different sound. Allyn turned to the northwest towards the Throat of the World as a gold dragon flew as fast as he could to his ally. Allyn smiled and waved his hands toward Odahviing, jumping onto the dragon's neck as it swooped down at the canopy.

"Tis good to see thee again my ally," Allyn said as he rode the Dragon.

"Drem Yol Lok, Mundus," the ancient dragon said in his tongue, "Aam Zu'u Hind, How may I aid you?" Allyn pointed to the Legendary Dragon to Odahviing's right, then to the Elder Dragon to the left.

"Zu'u Aam Hin Krif... um, screw it," Allyn gave up trying to speak Dragon for a moment at returned to English, "Hold off that Dov whilst I confront the other one. But first, fly me over to the Elder Dragon."

"As you wish," Odahviing said, "Nii Dreh." And with that, the Dragon banked left and flew towards Allyn original target. As Odahviing flew over the Elder Dragon Allyn jumped off his ally and onto the back of the Elder Dragon, stabbing it with Dragonbane to hold on to it. As Allyn rode the Elder Dragon like a raging bull, Odahviing continued his counterclockwise spiral and flew towards the Legendary as Allyn had told him to.

"Let's take this to the ground shall we," Allyn said as he held onto the hilt of the katana with dear life, "Joor. Zah. FRUL." As Allyn unleashed his strongest Dragon fighting weapon, the dragon became encircled with magic pulling it towards the ground. The dragon dove straight down, the one thing Allyn had not foreseen before using Dragonrend, and crashed into the Earth in a large crater sending Allyn far off into a clearing.

Allyn slammed into the ground and rolled until he finally stopped on his stomach, a good hundred yards away from the dragon he was fighting. As he stood up, he heard an Imperial voice yell "Halt, Stormcloak Rebel."

"FUCK ME RUNNING A TRIATHLON," Allyn yelled when he noticed he had rolled straight into the middle of an Imperial Camp, "Listen you fashous Imperial Milkdrinkers, I don't have time to fight you fucks right now because there's a-"

He was cut off when and Iron arrow hit him in his left shoulder.

"Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuck," Allyn said snapping the arrow from his shoulder, "Okay bitches, you asked for it." Allyn drew Valtiri and charged at the squad of soldiers.

Allyn spun around, slamming one of the grunts with his Daedric Gauntlet and proceeded to stab him in between the helmet and top of his chest piece. Allyn quickly drew the soldiers sword with his free left hand and blocked another soldier's axe, pulling out of her hand and slicing her across the chest. He pulled out Valtiri and double stabbed a third soldier, this one using a broadsword, the quickly turned them so the Imperial would take the oncoming arrows from a couple archers.

One of the things Allyn enjoyed having in his dream that Bethesda didn't put in the actual game, Allyn turned and threw three throwing stars at each archer's chest. He turned back and pushed the corpse of the soldier into one of his buddies, pinning both into the ground and withdrew Valtiri. The Captain of the squad of soldiers shot at Allyn, who merely grabbed the arrow and threw it to the ground.

The Captain drew his sword and swung at Allyn, who blocked four head strikes and two leg swings before returning with a turning stomach swipe. Valtiri met the Captain's armor with a loud CLANG, its fire enchantment lighting the armor and its wearer ablaze. Allyn kicked the Captain in the chest, knocking him over a fire pit in the center of the camp and thus ending the battle.

"Iiz. Slen. NUS," Allyn said sending out a freezing ring of Ice at the downed Captain, "Now stay down. The fuck did that dragon go now?" As if to answer his question perfectly on time, a loud roar came from the skies behind him. Allyn turned to see the Elder Dragon flying into the air and beginning to circle him.

"Joor. Zah. FRUL." Allyn shouted again, this time bringing the dragon to him. Allyn drew Dragonbane and ran towards the dragon, yelling as he ran. The dragon recovered and began to breath fire at Allyn, who quickly brought up Spellbreaker and created a Ward to protect him from the flames as he ran. As soon as he was close enough, he bashed the dragons head up and stabbed the underside of its chin with the anti-dragon weapon.

"Your soul," Allyn yelled as he gripped the hilt with both hands, "Is MINE." He charged under the dragon, dragging the katana thru the underbelly of the beast. He removed the sword from the dragon, sliced the back of its hind legs, and jumped onto its back and ran towards its head. Allyn slid down its neck and grabbed the dragon's head, stabbing it thru the eye blinding it before ending its life with a stab into the cerebellum.

Allyn jumped off the now dead dragon's head and stayed in the Hero Pose until the Dragon Soul was completely removed from the dragon. Allyn cracked his neck and turned to check on Odahviing and the Legendary Dragon. Allyn fired a few arrows into a nearby tree and using his Acrobatic Skill, another thing he was glad he had in his dream but wished was in the actual game, he climbed until he could see the two dragons shouting in the sky.

He jumped from the tree and ran towards one of the horses the Imperial soldiers were no longer using, hopping on to it and galloping as fast as the beast could run towards the dragons. Allyn nearly fell off the horse when he noticed Luna flying besides him. He had nearly forgot that she was in the dream again.

"Hey Luna," he said to the winged, horned, dream-walking human besides him, "How are you enjoying my dream world so far?"

"We must admit," she said, her wings flapping to keep besides him, "Thou sword technique is quiet well for somepony who was not trained by the Royal Guard."

"Thanks," he replied, "I've picked up moves from television, movies, and video games I've played growing up and added them to the traditional Japanese sword style I learned while I spent a year there as a teen. Now may I ask you a question; I understand you can't interact with my dream realm, but would could you lend me a hand?" She just shook her head. "Didn't think so."

Luna began to disappear as the growing sound of a horn blew louder and louder from seemingly everywhere at once. Allyn quickly hopped off the horse and slid to a halt at the edge of the swamp, where his dream began, and waved goodbye to Luna as he began to wake up.

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"Appleoosa Station," one of the conductors yelled as Allyn stretched out from his nap, "Appleoosa Station."

Allyn pulled down his bags with his magic and pulled out one of the books that he borrowed from Twilight about some basic spells he could learn on his travels, this one was about creating magic shield bubbles. He figured he wouldn't be able to read much during the party that was happening in the small western town, but he wanted to keep it out just in case.

As soon as Allyn walked off the train, he was slightly less than smacked in the face with the level of party that had taken over the town. Large crowds, giant banners stretching across multiple buildings, balloons EVERYWHERE, Allyn was genuinely impressed at the level of the energy coming from the town. Allyn walked thru the collections of venders, party games, and food tables as far as the eye could see until he came to a small man in a brown hood with a large, grey beard.

The man and his hood looked like they have seen many winters together. He had a small metal cup in his hand, steam lightly coming from whatever was its content. He looked at Allyn, and even under the hood, Allyn could tell the man was smiling. The hobo walked up to Allyn, placing a smelly arm around him.

"I have traveled around this nation for many years," the man said in a thick Asian-American accent, "But I have never met a stallion like you, stranger." Allyn wasn't sure whether he should be; confused, horrified, honored, or throw-up from the smell that was kind of like the mixture of camel shit, expensive cheese, booze, and for whatever reason White Lilies.

"Uh," Allyn said holding his nose, "Thanks? I mean not to be rude, but can you please remove your arm?"

The stranger laughed and pulled his arm off Allyn, walking towards a dark alley and gesturing for Allyn to follow. Cautious, Allyn held his gem knife behind his back and walked slowly behind the old man. As he turned the corner, he saw a small trailer with a horse hitched to the front. The old man called back to Allyn, asking if he was coming.

Allyn walked into the trailer, which held many small knick knacks, and the old man removed his hood showing a small cap on his head and small, round glasses at the edge of his nose. The old man picked up a small, glass container and pulled out a wooden, leather covered stick with a small, silver, oval shaped object at one end.

"My family has taken this around the world," he said looking the stick down, "We have done this for five generations. It has been held by countless ponies in that time, and on one occasion I thought it would go to a small unicorn mare in a pink hat with a stared matching cape. But you..." He looked at Allyn with a look of confidence in his eye. "I am sure that it shall pick you."

He handed the stick to Allyn, it did nothing which for some odd reason bummed him slightly. Allyn looked the stick down, but nothing popped out to him. No symbols, no ancient curses, nothing. Allyn held the stick up towards the old man.

"What is it," He asked the man.

"It is called Genies Hilt," the man said with a smile on his face, "It was found a hundred, seventy-five years ago in an ancient tomb far to the north of the Crystal Empire by my ancestor. The tomb said it had the power to turn into any weapon its wielder wanted if it saw that pony pure of heart."

He had know idea what the old man was talking about, If it saw its user was pure of heart? This had to be a joke, even in Equestria there was no way that a stick with a heave silver ball at one end could turn into any weapon other than maybe a club let alone be sentient enough to judge someone's heart. deciding to just go with it, Allyn looked at the stick and turned it so the silver object at the end was down.

"So what," Allyn asked, "If it says I'm pure of heart it'll turn into something? So if I think maybe the Bl-"

Before Allyn could even say the video game weapon he was thinking, the stick turned into gray smoke and part of it slithered down Allyn's arm and formed a second cloud in his right hand. As the clouds formed solid objects, the sound of chains rattling up both of his arms and behind the back of his custom coat from Rarity. Allyn gripped the hilts of the signature weapon of the God of War games, in full detail to the art and game footage, the Blades of Chaos with binding curse chains wrapped around his wrist and back.

Allyn and the old Earth Pony stood speechless in the trailer as Allyn held the fabled weapons of Kratos, the Ghost of Sparta. Allyn let the blades drop, stopping them with the chains which seem not to tighten around his wrist or back as they fell. He flicked his wrist and tossed the weapons back to his hands.

He thought of a different weapon to choose from, this time going with Captain America's Shield. As soon as he thought up the design, the Blades of Chaos returned to their smoke form and traveled back to his right arm. The smoke became a round wall of smoke before changing into the red and blue, Vibranium Shield from the comics he read as a child. He returned the mystic object to it's original form and held it with both hands, holding it to the old man who just held his hand up and smiled.

"It has not chosen anypony while in possession of my family for five generations," he said, "And I have no heir. Take it."

Allyn bowed and pulled out some bits and placed them on a nearby table, "For allowing me to have this."

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A rainy day in May, strangled on the dirt road outside Las Pegasus. Not the way The Great and Powerful Trixie wanted to die, but alas fate had other plans for the show pony. As one of the three thugs of the stallion she owed six thousand bits to sat over her, crushing the air from her Fragile and Beautiful-sounding windpipe, all she could do is close her eyes and continued to try to scream for help from anypony who could hear.

With no avail and Death's embrace coming closer and closer, she decided to simply give in. This was the last performance for the Late and Unremembered Trixie. The last thing she thought was If Trixie had the chance to live her life over, she would be kinder to everypony.

As if a last act of irony, she heard one final clap from somepony who she couldn't tell was actually there or if she was just hearing what she wanted to before she died. But just before she fell into Tartarus, she felt the Brutus and Crud thug fly off of her. She opened her eyes and turned over to her side and coughed as the sweet feeling of oxygen returned to her flaming lungs.

"Nopony hurts an innocent mare as long as I'm alive," a deep voice called out from further up the road. Trixie looked up to her savior, but immediately saw a large square fist rising out of the ground by her head. Beyond the fist was a tall stallion wearing a long, dark gray robe with its hood over his head and blue jeans, kneeling in the dirt with his hands on the road. He reached under his coat and pulled out a small stick which quickly turned into what looked like dual scimitars forming a bow.

He pulled back a string made of what Trixie almost was sure was light and fired off an arrow of sunshine over her and into one of the thugs, blasting him backwards but not killing him. The stranger then changed the strange bow into a strange colossal, black and red scythe from a sci-fi movie or something.

The stallion pulled back his hood revealing a handsome unicorn, whose light green hair was almost elegantly braided into a small pony tail that fell from his hood and copper eyes seemed to scream rage yet held such beauty and a gentle nature with a small soul patch under determined light rose lips.

"Any of you the one who came up with the plan to harm this young mare," the Handsome and Heroic unicorn said pointing the oversized scythe at the thugs.

"N-no," the last standing goon said, "This bitch owes our boss over six thousand bits in loan. She didn't deliver and he sent us to"

"To what," the stallion cut in, "Kill her and thus insuring that your boss would never get the money that this mare owes?"

the thug who attempted to kill Trixie began to recover from the strangers first attack, but the stranger noticed this and, in stomping his foot down causing his horn to glow along with the dirt at his feet, locked the brute down with the rocks from the ground. He asked exactly how much The Great and Still Recovering Trixie owed Big Bucks, the using his magic to aid him, wrote and passed a check to the standing goon.

"That should be more than enough to pay off her loan," he said, his horn and the ground glowing again releasing the strangler from the stone bindings, "And tell your boss that if he sends more of you fucks after this mare or anypony, he'll have to deal with The Flynt Alchemist personally."

The three thugs looked at each other, then back at this Flynt fellow, then ran away like cowards. The unicorn returned the stick to its original form and hooked it around one of two belts he wore. The unicorn looked at Trixie and smiled, holding his hand out to her.

"Well you just heard my name," The Brave and Sweet Allyn said, "May I ask what yours is?"

The Cautious and Curious Trixie held the unicorns hand and he pulled her up. He lightly rubbed her neck, then pulled over his suitcases with his magic and pulled out a white silk glove with a strange green circle with multiple lines sewn into the back of the glove.

"Hold still," he said. He closed his eyes as his horn began to glow a light gray. Before The Amazed and Relieved Trixie could begin to question her hero, the pain in her neck from that brutes' hands was completely gone.

"How," the only thing Trixie could say to the strange magic, "The Great and Powerful Trixie has never heard of such magic that could heal swore muscles on contact."

"Well it's this rare type of magic called," the unicorn stopped for a second, "Wait, you're the Great and Powerful Trixie?! The same Trixie who fought off an Ursa Minor from attacking that hick town who ran you out twice in fear of your magic ability?"

Trixie figured this stallion was handsome, but he was truly the total package if he was smart enough to know how Great the Luscious and Powerful Trixie was and how that hick town, Ponyville, was incapable of holding her greatness, yet still stupid enough to think she beat the Ursa.

"Well that's not the only great thing Trixie has done," she said brushing her mane to the side like the star she is, "But perhaps we should talk somewhere it's drier. This rain is messing up Trixie's Great and Silk-smooth Mane."